i could be a little buneary caught by some perverted trainer who likes to watch her arcanine mount me while i cry, i would never gain enough friendship to evolve...
big brother grooming me ugggghhhh. We're playing video games and I'm barely wearing anything cuz it's hot and it just turns him on so bad. He suggests we play a new game. Let's play like puppies yeah? They like to wrestle and lick but sometimes when a puppy is really happy he'll hump. Just like big brother is doing to me now, his boxers are damp and I'm leaking through my undies as he rubs his cock up and down my cunny. Making a mess of our underwear as he pants, I wanna protest but he puts a hand over my mouth and tells me puppies don't speak.
Every kids first orgasm should come from their moms hand. its a scary experience for them yk? when your body gets all hot and tingly and starts throbbing and pulsing and you dont know why? and you cant control it? They need their mama there. To shush them and hold them and walk them thru it.
Shady massage place that offers something called a "happily ever after." You think to yourself surely this must be the same thing as a "happy ending" just slightly different wording, so you ask for that. There are hands all over you, squeezing, moving, shaping, changing how you hold yourself... As they bring you to climax, you rest assured that you were correct. And then you cum again. And again. You keep cumming over and over, even well after the hands pull away. It feels amazing... but it has to stop sometime, right? You've got a life to get back to. Unless- Wait, is that what the "ever after" meant?! Uh oh...
Oh yeah, I can get into that big time. I love the thought of being corrupted just from physical touch.
The masseuse starts at my shoulders, making them droop as I relax into their skilled hands. I'm a little surprised, I thought they'd skip right to the bulge under my towel but, eh, I can dig a little foreplay.
They're hands glide to my chest, I open my mouth to complain, I'd actually prefer they didn't grope me there but... huh, it's actually kinda nice. Their fingers make my flesh feel warm and hot even. Instead of demanding they stop the only noise that escapes my throat is a guttural moan. Why is this so good? Each time they squeeze, release, then squeeze again I feel more sensitive, biting my lip and silently urging them to use more force, more twisting and tugging. I feel close... My chest heaves, it feels heavier, the harder I pant, the harder my pecs wobble... feels good. Dizzying. I can't believe this is how they're gonna make me -fuck, fuck!
I cum so hard I barely hear the voice saying they were gonna move lower down, but the pair of hands molesting my swelling boobs never left their station. Instead, what must have been a second masseuse (I can't focus my eyes enough to see them??) starts rubbing my stomach. I'm shocked, did they somehow not feel the orgasm that ripped through my body? Surely, they know they can stop now... or do I get to cum more than once?
I thought by "lower" they would surely start jacking me off by now, but no, hands are rolling over my lean tummy, kneading the tiny pouch I had again and again, somehow building out my gut until there's ample paunch to obscenely play with. It's weirdly sensitive, like my womb itself was filling up my abdomen, bloating bigger and squeezing out my other, less important organs. A palm came down with a sharp smack against a particularly sensitive spot, my ovary, not that I believed it at the time. Nor did I believe that I was cumming again just from that... This can't be a normal part of the massage, right? I open my mouth to complain again, and two fingers press down on my tongue. It's yet another, additional hand... how many people are in here, touching me like this?
My tongue lights up with sensations I didn't know I could experience, the fingers prod, pinch and stroke it like they can make me -fuck, hhhng OUGH~ No way I just came again, thumb pad rubbing my swelling lips, second hand stroking my throat... I feel like such a slut, what is happening to me? My body? M-my mind...?
Two more sets of hands begin digging strong fingers into my plush thighs, squeezing the rolling flesh and slapping it encouragingly when they thicken up even further. My legs are lifted up, hands gripping my ankles like shackles and forcing my legs wide even as I quiver and cum again. More (?) hands on my ass, my cunt, my c-cock... wait, what's happen- hnn, OOOUGH~ n-not again...
My cock is being tugged meanly, crudely, and it swells up way bigger than it's ever been in reply. I grunt as fingers explore under the thickening hood, digging out build up I didn't know my body could make. (It never has before... right?) My legs shake uncontrollably as four thick fingers slip in my pussy just to pry it open enough a whole fist can slip inside, my head flies back and I gush cum all over the place. A hand (these are hands, right? How many people are in here? How can they all be touching me like this at once? Why can't I see anything?) clamps around my fat, puffy asshole like a ring, wait... why is it so thick and - OOOOUGH fuck me... they just shoved a couple fingers in it, too much! It's too much!!
I try to say something again, but my lips are so plush and fuckable they just wrap themselves around the digits all but fingering my mouth instead. The fist in my cunt goes deeper and not only scissors open my cervix but starts poking and scratching my ovary directly. I should be horrified, that isn't medically possible but mostly I'm thinking "please, fuck, molest the other one tooooooo".
I can't beg around the hand stuffing my face, but it seems my masseuses know what I need because a second fist bullies it's way in until it too is snuggly packing my uterus and finger fucking my tube wide enough it can tease my other ovary now too. I've lost track of how many orgasms I've had...
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Just when I think I'll cum myself to death the hands all pull away at once, thank fuck... it's finally over! Maybe now I can breathe and think a little and figure out what the fuck -hnn- the fuck happen -hnnd- uuh... hnng- hnnNNNG OOUGH~
Did I just cum...? Again?! I was just trying to get off the table but like, the weight of my fat tits resting on my womb filled gut, squeezing down on my -my f-fat ~mmph~ cooooooock~
Oh, fuck's sake, just thinking about it has me blowing another load... what the fuck is happening? Why is my body l-like this? So big, sensitive, hot and fuck every time I move, I feel -hnng- I gotta control myself! How am I supposed to get to my car let alone drive myself home if I can't even take a step without squirting? This can't be happening, surely these weird side effects will pass! Where'd my masseuse go, I gotta find out when this will wear off... cause I can't go back to my life if I'm gonna bust a nut just by breathing too hard...
It took me like an hour just to drag my shuddering flesh to the front desk and demand an answer but the lady there just looked confused, I did ask for the 'Happily Ever After' no? I scoffed, face hot and red as I nut yet again right in the lobby where several strangers were watching... "Yeah I asked for that but this -fffffuck- this isn't -oourrgh, ooooh~ this isn't what that m-means -unff- r-right? This can't be -mmph- my body for -for -forrrrrrr -oooooOOOOOOHHH~~~"
"Feels good right? So relaxing. You don't have to worry about anything ever again! Would you like to fill out a quick survey to let us know how well we satisfied you? Hello...? Sir? You look awfully tense... how about a complimentary massage on the house! We'll have the same masseuse you just worked with take you back to a deluxe private room! If this doesn't change you for the better, nothing will~"
That's your play-dead trick, the command that makes you eagerly flop to the ground wherever you are and wait in delight for me to play with your soft, relaxed body. But this time, nothing happens at first. You just wait, motionless, listening with your eyes closed for me to pounce.
But it keeps going. The ache of need grows in your core, between your legs, and you're tempted to whine or look around. It sounds like I haven't moved, I must still be standing over you, looking down at your body.
You hear me laugh under my breath and then my shoes on the floor as I walk away. You almost leap up, but the tension keeps you pinned there. Heart racing, sweat springing to your skin. Shocked, desperate, confused, needy. Yet you lie completely still, forcing yourself limp.
You hear me return, listen to the click and tap as the tripod extends and touches the ground. You try to stay calm as I adjust it, tighten the clasp to hold my camera, step quietly all around you without touching you once. You're sweating, trying not to pant. It hurts, you need to be touched so bad now. I'm taking my time.
I step somewhere between you and the camera and start speaking as it records.
"It hasn't regained consciousness yet, so I'm going to restrain it."
And then there's the sharp screech of duct tape as I pull off lengths of it, and chains rattling as I drag them closer. And when I finally touch you, it shocks your entire body, everything straining in you for more, even if this is just to haul your wrists together for tying up.
Once you're fully bound, I start to undress you, joking to the camera, "It's in for a surprise, isn't it?" And when I lean down to grope you as I shimmy your clothes out of the way, I linger by your ear.
Then you hear it. Just loud enough for you to barely hear, the faintest whisper to prevent the camera's mic from picking it up.
"Good dog. Now put on a good show for the camera."
And you have a moment to process that before my free hand steadies your face as I pull back to slap you "awake".
I worked at a grocery store and would see the janitor always rolling around a really big trash can. I always wanted to be folded up in it just like the picture above. Rolled around to whoever needed to use me. A little stress reliever for the workers. For their cum and trash. The produce guys would be especially mean 🥺
