A chance encounter in the gym showers gives Amelia the oppurtunity to try and reassert her dominant side... will she be able to get over her growing inferiority complex, and put Isaac in his place? Or is Stacy going to steal her cute femboy simp's first time for herself?~
Ameliaâs breath came quick and ragged as she worked her hand up and down her cock.
âNgghh⊠fuck⊠I seriously canât do this heeeereâŠâ
The hot water from the showerhead sprayed against her pale, muscular back as she looked around desperately. Nothing but empty white tile all around⊠but Amelia knew that could change in a heartbeat.
After all, jerking off in the communal showers was very risky.
She had just come in to quickly wash herself down after her daily workout. They had gotten more and more intense over the past month, pushing her body to the limit in an effort to exhaust herself and avoid⊠well⊠this...
Amelia groaned as the weight of her backed-up sack ached between her legs. Fuck. If sheâd known that going over three straight weeks without cumming would have been this hard she would never have suggested this stupid challenge!
She was leaning against the wall, legs spread wide as her ten inches of thick, gorgeous dick was pounded into her fist. All while the same thoughts sheâd been trying to avoid all month haunted her...
 Fuck me harder, Luna~ Â
âGggfffuuuckâŠâ Amelia grunted as the familiar memory drove her all the way to the edge. This was totally unbearable⊠for weeks now, every time she finally gave in, and wrapped her hand around her cock, this was what happened!
That was why she was hammering her body every single day, coming home with her muscles aching, so exhausted that she could just collapse into bed⊠but today, as soon as sheâd gotten in the shower, her cock had just been so needy... Â
She glared down at it as she worked her hips. Stupid fucking cock. Putting all these disgusting thoughts in her head⊠distracting her while she was trying to work out⊠not e-even being big enough to compete with Luna!
 LunaâŠ
 Amelia couldnât stop it. In her mindâs eye, her friend sloped into the shower, her gloomy face split by a sadistic grin as water dripped from her naked body, her legs squeezed together.
âJust accept it⊠that cute little thing is never gonna measure up to this,â Luna walked right up to Amelia as she spoke, spreading her legs and letting every disgusting, bloated, beautiful inch of her uncut dick bob up. Amelia worked her hand faster and faster as it was draped over her own cock, gasping as the sheer size of it totally eclipsed her own meat⊠fuck, she was so close, it felt so good, she was gonna cummm-
âA-aahh!! Um, sorry, I-â
Amelia froze. Fuck. Fuck, sheâd been so wrapped up in her fantasy that she hadnât even noticed anyone else coming in! She covered her crotch with her hands, turning to apologise⊠and realised it was possibly the worst person it could have been.
Isaac stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed, and towel held against his narrow chest.
âOh, u-uh, hi Amelia,â he stammered, eyes darting back and forth between staring right at his naked crush, and staring literally anywhere else.
âU-um, I just, spilled some paint on myself in class, and, um, I wanted to shower and like, um-â
Ameliaâs heart thundered in her chest. Fuck. This was so humiliating. Getting caught like this by one of her roommates⊠although at least it hadnât been Stacy. If she found out-
The bottom dropped out of Ameliaâs stomach as she realised something. Stacy absolutely would find out. There was no way Isaac would keep quiet about this to her. Sheâd get it out of him some way or another, he was just too soft and easily bullied to put up a fight!
The whole time that Amelia had been standing there, spiralling further and further, Isaac continued to babble awayâŠ
â... s-so I guess I understand why youâd be doing that, I mean y-you are pretty pent up, y-youâre probably likeâŠâ he bit his pink, glossy lip, and his gaze fell to her still-hard cock, barely hidden by her hand.
âP-probably desperate for releaseâŠâ
Amelia realised with a start that she was being an idiot. This was it! All she had to do was pin down this cute little slut and pound his fucking brains out! She could finally cum without thinking about Luna, and itâd make sure all Isaac remembered about this little encounter was that it was the precursor to getting his ass gaped by her⊠after all, Amelia knew Isaac had a crush on her. Heâd jump at the chance to get used as her personal fleshlight⊠heâd worship her like a fucking goddess. And Amelia could go back to feeling like the stud she was!
Amelia padded over to Isaac, her feet splashing against the smooth tile. His nervous babbling completely trailed off, and he was visibly shaking with excitement as Amelia (who overtopped him by a foot and change) loomed over him, smiling down at him with her teeth bared. There was a feeling inside her, something that she hadnât even noticed until it was gone. Something aggressive and fiery that pushed her towards Isaac⊠Amelia realised it was the first time sheâd felt that way since the Halloween party, flirting with all those dumb, giggling bimbos. It felt like years ago now...
Despite this outward confidence, and almost beginning to feel like her old self again, Amelia was shaking too. She was so close. All she had to do was reach out and pull that towel out of his handsâŠ
A little voice in the back of her head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Stacyâs.
You really think your cock is good enough to satisfy him? That cute little thing doesnât deserve to have Isaac simping over it, just go home and jerk off while thinking about Luna breeding me again, thatâs all itâs good for~ Â
Amelia let out a frustrated whine. All of a sudden, every shameful, pathetic edging session sheâd had for the past few weeks was on her mind. That aggressive, predatory urge faded, and left her⊠anxious. Self-conscious. If Isaac had been looking at her face, he might have noticed the slide from cocky grin to a nervous whimperâŠ
Without a word, she stepped around Isaac, and hurried to the changing rooms, grabbing her towel off the hook as she went. She told herself she wasnât listening to that voice, that she hadnât just run away because she was worried she couldnât perform; she just didnât feel like fucking Isaac when she wasnât at her best! Yeah, that was it! Amelia kept telling herself that until she got home that night, and even as she locked herself in her room, and jerked off with her shorts around her ankles until she was finally exhausted enough to pass out...
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Only a few hours after Amelia had finally finished her brain-destroying edging session, Isaac was lying in bed, softly dozing, with a thin line of drool running onto his pink pillows⊠all while squirming, and giving the occasional, mumbled moan.
Isaac had suffered from increasingly lewd dreams as November had gone on. Abstract flashes of thick, soft butts, jiggling tits, and hard, drooling cocks ensured that he never woke up without a distressing case of sensitive morning wood. But after what had happened to him the day before, it was far more intense than usual.
âHhaa⊠AmeliaâŠâ Isaac was back in the showers, pinned against the wall by his crush. Her tits were against his back, and that thick, gorgeous cock was being pushed between his thighs. Heâd finally seen it yesterday, and it had been just as perfect as heâd always imagined it⊠pink mist tinged the tiled walls, and the spray of the showers felt light, almost as if nothing were there at all.
 Amelia leaned in close, and whispered something. Isaac couldnât make out the words, but the intent behind them made him shiver, arching his back as he pushed himself closer to her body. She told him that what he needed was a good, hard fuck⊠that after this, he would be her cute little bottom-bitch girlfriend⊠she was in charge, and he just needed to be a good girl and do as he was toldâŠ
âY-yes AmeliaâŠâ Isaac gasped. He was in heaven. This was everything he had ever wanted! But⊠something felt off⊠were Ameliaâs boobs like⊠too big? She was shorter too, and her thighs, pressed against his, felt softer than the hard, muscular legs that he so often snuck glances at when Amelia was wearing shorts. These details compounded, and brought Isaac hazily into the waking world, where-
 âMmm, morning Isaac,â Stacy purred in his ear. He was lying on his side in bed, and she was pressed right up against him⊠Isaac gasped as he realised that, while he was at least wearing a pair of cute little briefs and a vest, she was almost completely naked. He could feel her hard nipples against his back, and the feeling of her body against his made him shudder. But something still wasnât right. She was as soft as he remembered her being in his dream, but⊠something was still pressing against his assâŠ
âI got a new toy, just for you,â Stacy answered the question before it had even crossed his lips, grinding whatever it was against Isaacâs butt.
âWhy donât you have a feel? I think youâll like iiiitâŠâ
Shaking with nerves, Isaac did just that, gasping as he ran his hand down Stacyâs body⊠and meeting something fat, plastic, and cock-shaped between her legs.
âWell? What do you think?â Stacy asked, although Isaacâs little whine of panic and excitement brought across his feelings rather succinctly.
âStacyyy⊠you canât j-just come into my bed, like this, itâs embarassinggggâŠâ Isaac desperately tried to deflect from what he could definitely, obviously feel, pressing his thighs together in a futile attempt to hide the tent in his briefs.
âAww, donât worry sweetieâŠâ Stacy slid an arm under Isaac, and shifted him so that he was lying on top of her. Isaac gasped as he practically sank into the softness of her body⊠and at the way the thick, plastic cock slid easily between his plump cheeks. Stacyâs face was only a few inches from his own,
âThereâs no need to be embarrassed at all! Itâs perfectly natural to get like this when youâre all pent-up⊠and really, itâs partly my fault for being such a tease! So to make it up to youâŠâ Stacy wrapped her legs around Isaacâs back, pressing the bulge in his briefs against her. Isaac whimpered.
âYou keep thinking about whatever it was thatâs gotten your cute little friend so hard⊠I wonât judge⊠let out whatever moans you want, whether youâre thinking about me, or maybe a âspecial someoneââŠâ Isaac managed, somehow, to flush even more.
âJust think of me as your personal body pillow!â she giggled, before she leaned in, and pressed her plump lips against his cheek, almost certainly leaving a distinctive glossy, pink mark, while Isaac meltedâŠ
Still, there was a moment of hesitation as he squirmed. This was a bad idea. Stacy was so warm⊠and soft⊠and what if things⊠âescalatedâ? He didnât wanna be the first one to lose⊠butâŠ
âI-is it really okâŠ?â he whimpered. It wasnât every day your busty, bimbo friend offered to let you use her as a masturbation aid, after all.
âOf course! On oooone little conditionâŠâ Stacy smirked.
âYou have to tell me what that dream of yours was about~â
Isaac whined. Telling her would absolutely be a bad idea, but⊠fuck⊠she was so hottt⊠before he could even think about it, Stacy reached down, taking one of his hands by his small wrists, and placed it on her tits. Now that he could see them, Isaac realised that she was wearing something besides⊠well⊠the obvious; a pair of pink, heart-shaped pasties barely covered her nipples.
"Mmm, come on hon, donât be shy⊠are they like you remember them? That was just a quick little grope⊠but now you can do whatever you like with them, as long as you tell me about that dreamâŠâ
Isaac swallowed thickly. The memory of actually getting to touch them on Halloween was burned pretty thoroughly into his memory forever, but that didnât mean getting to sink his fingers into the soft flesh wasnât still extremely hotâŠ
ShitâŠ
âW-well, I spilled a bunch of paint on myself in class yesterday, s-so I was going to use the college showers to make sure it was all off⊠a-and⊠ I⊠I walked in on Amelia in there after her workout⊠and⊠and⊠sh-she was jerking offfffâŠâ
âOhhh?â Stacy looked expectant.
âS-so I was dreaming about that, and in the dream⊠well⊠after that we⊠yâknowâŠâ
âI donât know,â Stacy said, in the tone of voice of someone who absolutely did.
âShe p-pinned me up against the wall and⊠actually that was when I woke up, butâŠâ
Stacy rolled her hips, visibly enjoying Isaacâs reaction as the tip of her strap-on brushed against his cute little pucker.
âGosh, what a dirty little fantasy, I didnât realise what a pervert you were, Isaac,â she snickered.
âBut one thing is bothering me⊠you said âin the dreamâ you were doing all that other stuff⊠but what about the real deal?â
âW-well⊠nothing actually happened in reality,â Isaac flushed and looked off to the side.
âShe just⊠m-made her excuses and rushed offâŠâ
Isaac was expecting Stacy to be a little disappointed by this. As stories went, it was a little anticlimactic. Instead, when he looked back at her face, an absolutely wicked smile had split her features.
âSo⊠she was aaaall pent-up, so bad that she was jerking off in a public place⊠and then a perfect fuckdoll like you just walks in on her, and she didnât even try to come onto you? That doesnât sound like Amelia at all, now does it?~â
If Isaac wasnât half-asleep, fantasising about being somewhere completely different, and so hard that he could barely think, he might have noticed Stacy looking as if she was tucking that information away for later, or objected to the assertion that he was a âfuckdollâ. Instead, he was more focused on getting his ârewardâ for being honest...
âS-so thatâs what I was dreaming aboutâŠâ
Stacy giggled, her devilish smile melting into something softer and friendlier.
âWell⊠you can lie here for as loooong as you want, and keep using my body to get off, ok? AlthoughâŠâ she reached down, and took a thick, dark handful of Isaacâs wobbling ass.
âI might just do the sameâŠâ she giggled as she started squeezing Isaacâs butt, enjoying his embarrassed whines as she spread his cheeks apart⊠and slipped her strap-on right between them, so that the head now firmly pushed against his hole.
âW-whoa, wait a second!â Isaac gasped, but Stacy had him in a vice-like grip, not letting her prey move an inch.
 âWhatâs the matter, hon?â Stacy asked, sweetly. Isaac found it hard to break eye contact. There was something almost hypnotic about how she looked when she got like this...
âI-Iâve only ever done that with t-toys beforeâŠâ he admitted shakily.
âIâm not a virgin or anything,â he added, quickly, before Stacy could make any kind of remark about it.
âBut⊠I actually kinda wanted⊠m-my first time doing something like that to be with AmeliaâŠâ
âAwwwww!â Stacy pulled Isaac into a tight squeeze, briefly suffocating him between her tits. This was unfortunate, because it meant he couldnât see the vicious glint in her eye.
âThatâs so sweet! I honestly wouldnât have guessed that someone as cute as you has never actually taken it up the ass beforeâŠâ
 âH-heyyâŠâ Isaac gave a muffled complaint from between Stacyâs boobs.
 âBut⊠well, itâs still a toy, right sweetie?â Stacy released Isaac, so she could look him in the eye.
 âItâs just a friend helping you to blow off some steam!â
 Isaac still hesitated, and Stacy smiled at him.
 âJust⊠think of it as training for when Amelia finally breeds you, ok? Donât you want to be the best fuck sheâs ever had? You can practice with me all you liiiike~â
 Isaacâs lip trembled. He really shouldnât⊠there was no way that letting a teasing, sadistic bitch like Stacy fuck him was going to end well! But⊠it wouldnât go too far, right? Like she said⊠she was just helping him to blow off steamâŠ
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Half an hour later, Isaac was flat on his back, and helplessly locked in a mating press by Stacy.
 âFfuuck!! P-please, I c-canât take any moreâŠâ he gasped, as she continued to savagely smack her hips against Isaacâs fat ass.
âGod⊠god youâre so fucking cute,â Stacy growled, pulling him in for another hard kiss, leaving yet another lipgloss mark on his woozy, blissed out face.
Isaac was shaking, whimpering, and in absolute bliss.
âI⊠I canât⊠I canât take iiiitâŠâ
Only two thoughts penetrated the fog that came over him as Stacy continued to use him as her own personal onahole. The first was that he was absolutely desperate not to cum! No matter how many times Stacy crushed his soft, sensitive prostate with that plastic cock, no matter how many times she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and even when she had rolled up his vests, and started mercilessly pinching and playing with his nipples, h-he wouldnât cum!
The second thing was that⊠fuck⊠this whole thing had been meant as training for Amelia⊠and Isaacâs plan was to just shut his eyes and imagine that it was her, but⊠he couldnât picture anyone but Stacy fucking him now!
The whole thing had started out as soft, sleepy teasing at first, but whatever she had been trying to do to keep her sadistic urges in check had very quickly stopped working. This wasnât training, or helping him blow off steam anymore⊠Stacy was fucking    breeding   him, and he was loving every minute of it!
âHey⊠so Halloween night would have been the last time you were allowed to cum before this started, right?â Stacy panted, and slowed, rolling her hips and making sure to keep the tip of her strap-on pressed firmly against Isaacâs slut button. This snapped him out of his cock-induced daydreaming, and he let out a weak, quavering little whine as the tip pressed against his prostate again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck⊠it was so much better than doing it himself...
âI know I asked you on the 1st who you had that last orgasm to, but we never got around to answering that one⊠so...â
Stacy pressed her face right up against Isaacâs, her arms hooked under his to ensure that he was completely helpless.
âBe honest. The last time you came, it was while thinking about me, right?â
Ngghh⊠shit⊠Isaac glanced down at Stacyâs breasts. She had been fucking him so hard that one of the pasties she had been wearing had actually slipped off, leaving her hard, pink nipple totally exposed.
 âI-I⊠y-you said it didnât matter-â
âI changed my mind, Isaaaaac⊠come on, tell me⊠you were thinking about taking a soft handful of my tits while you were jerking off, werenât you? Just admit that I made you cum~â
âI d-donât remember-â
âAnswer me honestly, and Iâll start moving againâŠâ Stacy smirked, and gave Isaac a peck on the cheek.
Isaac knew the answer, and he knew that it was exactly what Stacy wanted to hear. But⊠now that he wasnât getting railed, he was able to think a little more clearly too. If she started fucking him again, there was no way he would be able to stop himself from cummingâŠ
So he bit his lip, and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
There was stillness for a few moments, and Isaac tensed around the thick, plastic cock inside him, waiting for Stacy to start fucking him into submission again. And thenâŠ
âAlriiiight, I wonât make you, sweetie,â Stacy cooed, slowly and gently pulling back, leaving Isaac to moan at the aching, empty feeling of his well-used ass.
She stood, pulling on the skimpy, mid-thigh length dressing gown that she had clearly dropped on the floor when she came in, not even bothering to tie it properly so as to hide her exposed nipple, or the strap-on. Meanwhile Isaac slumped, gasping and trying desperately to recover. His cute little 4 inch cock was diamond-hard, drooling precum onto his tummy. It looked like a stiff breeze might be enough to tip him over the edge⊠but Stacy seemed to be all done for now.
âIf you feel like doing it again, you know where to find me,â she winked at Isaac, before carelessly opening his room door. It was still early anyway, so Amelia and Luna were probably in bed. There was very little risk of being seen.
âOr you could go to that crush of yours⊠Iâm sure sheâd be more than happy to help if you ask nicely~â Stacy teased, enjoying the last little twitch she managed to extract from Isaacâs cock. She sashayed out of the room, leaving him confused, a little triumphant that heâd managed to hold out, and absolutely desperate to cumâŠ
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 Once back in her own room, Stacy reached into the pocket of her gown, and pulled out her phone. Isaac had been too blissed out to notice her picking it up from where sheâd set it up, on his desk. She scrolled through the video it had taken, and was pleased to see that it had gotten every sordid moment of their little encounter⊠she moved the progress bar all the way to the end with one hand, and reached between her legs with the other, shifting the strap-on to the side. She really hadnât meant for things to escalate that much, but she just hadnât been able to resist him⊠plusâŠ
She glanced under her bed. The few rays of pale, autumn sunlight that managed to stream under her curtains glinted off something metallic. This whole thing would work wonderfully with what Stacy had in store for AmeliaâŠ~
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pain. suffering. agony. ;w;
ghfghd i'm exagerating a little but i don't mind telling you that writing this chapter was pretty rough. you may have noticed the "Part 1" in the chapter title, and that's because this was originally supposed to be around 3,000 words longer, but i've been so busy, and the time i have left to get this story wrapped up in only one month has grown so short, that i would rather just draw things to a natural break point in this chapter, and make sure that rather than rushing to get that extra content out with this update, i can work on it and give it the space it needs to be its own thing!
i hope this chapter is still ok despite all these compromises. i promise i'm really putting my all into making this as good as possible, so any feedback on how it turns out is greatly appreciated! <3
With Isaac and Amelia out for the evening, Stacy turns her attention towards the only one of her roommates who she hasn't teased yet; Luna! A totally perverted shut-in virgin! This should be a cake-walk, right? Surely there's no way she could possibly get one over on an experienced size queen like Stacy... no matter how many inches of twitching, virgin cock she's packing~
i'm sorry about the wait for this chapter! i've been kinda busy with irl stuff lately, and i was a bit under the weather the past few days so it was difficult to work on it... plus, rather appropriately for a Luna chapter, i was surprised by the length and size of this one! i hope it being a bit longer than the last two chapters makes up for the wait <3
Stacy reclined on her bed, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. It was already dark outside, and with no roommates in the immediate vicinity to tease and torture, she was wrapped up in a blanket and relaxing. Although that didnât mean that she wasnât thinking about what to do to make her friendsâ November even more difficultâŠ
She squirmed a little as she flipped over to her mail tracker. There were still a few packages in the pipeline from her shopping spree on the 1st, and she was  so looking forward to being able to use them all on her needy, backed-up roommates⊠speaking of which, she stretched under her blanket, and enjoyed the crinkling and creaking noises her brand new outfit made. Purchased special, just for one of her friends! Wasnât she just the best roommate you could ever ask for?~
She perked up as she heard the front door click open, and a slightly bored, low, husky voice called out âIâm home.â
Stacy bit her lip, already excited. Luna was back from class. And Stacy had big plans for herâŠ
She didnât reply to Luna, so there was a moment of silence. Stacy heard her muttering âOh, yeah, theyâre all busy tonight... guess I have the place to myselfâŠâ
This was partially true; Isaac had class until late, and Amelia had been spending more and more time at the gym lately, often staying there for multiple hours a day. Stacy privately suspected that Amelia was trying to avoid her, so she didnât have to talk about what had happened the week before. Which as far as Stacy was concerned, just told her that sheâd hit the jackpot on the girlâs weaknessâŠ
But unlike those others, Stacy was still in the apartment. She got up, creeping over to the door and gently easing it open a little so she could peer out at Luna. The other girl was as well made-up as ever, which was to say, not very. There were bags under her eyes, while her dirty-blonde hair hung over her face, and as she shrugged off her lab coat and dumped her bag on the floor, Stacy had a sneaking suspicion that the hoodie and sweatpants sheâd had on underneath the garment were the same ones sheâd been wearing for a few days now. The sweat-stains around her armpits were getting pretty familiar.
âGuess I might as well enjoy having the place to myselfâŠâ Luna mumbled, flopping down on one of the sofas. Luna was, obviously, mistaken. One of her roommates was, even as she said this, spying on her from within the apartment. But it wasnât her fault. Earlier that day Stacy had dropped a message in the apartment group chat, saying she was going clubbing with some friends that night, and would be out until pretty late. This was because Stacy had a plan. A plan that would work best if she could get Luna on her ownâŠ
âNnnffâŠâ Stacy perked up, noticing some movement.
âGod, these have been aching all day ,â Luna grunted, and Stacy heard a rustling noise that sounded suspiciously like a pair of sweatpants being slipped down. Unfortunately, the couch Luna was lying on had its back to Stacyâs room, so all she could really see was Lunaâs head and shoulders as she leaned back on the arm of the couch. That was frustrating. What wasnât frustrating was what Luna said nextâŠ
âS-stupid fucking tease⊠stupid Stacy...â she groaned, and the tell-tale, rhythmic fap fap fap brought a devilish smirk to Stacyâs face. She hadnât tried anything so bold or blatant as her little exhibitionist stunt in the past few days, but that didnât mean sheâd been letting her roommates have it easy. Stacy made a point of wearing almost nothing around the apartment, of deliberately bending at the waist whenever she needed to pick something up, and of leaving her door open every night, naked under the sheets and making sure each of her roommates knew that the invitation to come in and dump a thick, backed-up load inside her was open to them anytimeâŠ~
Hearing Luna moaning her name almost spitefully, even as she bottomed out in her own fist, made Stacy feel like it was all worth it, and triggered that increasingly familiar feeling of sadistic glee which was fast becoming one of the shortstack bimboâs biggest turn-ons...
That being said, this was a little bit of a hitch in her plan. Luna getting so immediately engrossed in edging her brains out on the couch was hot, but it meant that sheâd missed the bait that had been left out for her.
âNnnghh⊠haaaaâŠâ Lunaâs moans were getting desperate already. Stacy had to suppress a giggle. Thinking about her had apparently turned Luna into a total quickshot!
âHhhh⊠g-gonna put you in your placeâŠâ
Yeah? You actually think you could handle me, you fucking virgin?~
She almost said the words out loud, desperate to further push Luna towards her breaking point. Stacy had to admit she was getting impatient. Her hips twitched as she imagined straddling her roommate, daring her to back up her cute little claims, and getting almost two weeks of nasty, yellowy load dumped inside her for her troubles⊠if Luna was just gonna get distracted by her dick anyway-
âHhhaa⊠oh, fuckâŠâ
Ah, there it was!
Luna had noticed the little âpresentâ that Stacy had left out for her. Draped over the arm of the other couch, seemingly innocently dropped from a pile of laundry⊠was a pair of Stacyâs panties.
Not just any panties either; a thong, pastel pink and satin, the same one that Stacy had been wearing around the apartment for the past few days. Which had been used to tease Luna until she was so backed up, until her balls were aching so bad, that she had to jerk off literally as soon as she got in from classâŠ~
Luna climbed to her feet, unsteady, and walked over to the garment, staring down at it with her back to Stacy. Stacy had to suppress a sadistic little giggle as she watched the gears turn in Lunaâs head. Normally she wouldnât even think of it. But⊠nobody else was home. They wouldnât be for hours. She could grab these, and no-one would know⊠but⊠it would be wrong, surely! Itâd make her seem like a total creep⊠scratch that, it would just straight-up make her that! Even if Stacy was being a deliberate tease right now, she couldnât just do something like this. Right?
Luna glanced around the apartment. She really looked like she was trying to force herself to do the right thingâŠ
Stacy was ready for this. She opened her phone, tapped out a message, and attached a photo; âwish you girls were here! <3â
None of the others had seen this particular photo, so she figured she could just pass it off as what she was up to tonight. She hit send, and then waited.
Ping!
âUgh, what now⊠what is she⊠hhhholy shitâŠâ Luna gasped, and Stacy swore she could hear her balls churning up a nice, heavy load. Stacy had sent a selfie from a few months ago, of her out clubbing with some friends in a shockingly slutty hot-pink cocktail dress, little more than a tube of latex that ran from a few millimetres below her cunt, to just above her nipples⊠and she had managed to partially expose both in that picture. She couldnât help squirming a little; this was beyond just teasing Luna now. Stacy was actively pushing her to indulge in her worst, most depraved instincts⊠it was so cruel, and it was making her so wet. Especially because it had worked!~
Luna, after looking around one more time, snatched up Stacyâs panties, and clutching them close to her modestly-sized chest, made a beeline for her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.
Stacy swung her door open. If Luna had still been in the room, she would have been treated to the sight of the smaller girl in a dress very similar to the one from her selfie. She had a whole wardrobe full of similar cocktail dresses, but this one had been bought just for Luna; the poor girl didnât seem to realise that no matter how furtively she entered and exited her room, everyone could catch glimpses of all the posters and doujins she left scattered all around the place. And if someone just so happened to be a budding sadist with a special interest in playing on her roommatesâ most humiliating fetishes, they might even snap a few covert pictures of all that fap material so they knew what they were working withâŠ
This research was why, while Stacy knew full-well that the hot pink dress would have been enough to totally devastate Luna, something a little different would lay her out flat . Because... Luna had a crippling fetish for slutty, trashy cheetah-print clothes. So of course, Stacy had made sure to get a brand new latex dress, with that exact design on it~
Stacy smirked as she strode across the room, the carpet muffling the sound of her heels while the patterned latex creaked, desperately overstuffed with her curves. She looked down, and adjusted the garment to make sure it was absolutely perfect; her nipples werenât exposed, but still poked through the plastic, and spreading her legs even a little would make the hem ride up until her soft, smooth cunt was visible. She almost wished sheâd had a chance to hit the tanning booth a few times; with her platinum blonde hair and animal print dress, she would have been the spitting image of the 2D gyaru bitches who Luna had milked so many loads to⊠but, well, that would have given the game away.
She placed her hand on Lunaâs door handle, and waited for a few seconds. After all, she had to make sure Luna had just enough time to start playing with her pantiesâŠ
âNnnff⊠haaaâŠâ the muffled sounds of moaning and sniffing came, right on cue. Stacy took a deep breath to try and still the nervous shakes she was getting, and swung open the door.
They say that no plan survives contact with the enemy. While Stacy certainly didnât think of her roommate as an enemy, her plan did almost immediately fall apart, the moment she stepped into Lunaâs room.
The plan had been to go for the outrage routine. Telling Luna she couldnât believe sheâd do something so low as to steal her panties, that she wished she was more shocked by what she had done⊠not too seriously, of course. Enough for Luna to buy it, but not so serious that she thought they werenât friends anymore, and certainly not so serious that she wouldnât be able to resist jerking off to the memory of her gorgeous roommate humiliating her for being a hopeless pervert. If she was lucky, Stacy might even give her a little taste of what she clearly wanted so badly...
Really, it was a good plan. But Stacy only got part way through her opening âUgh, I canât believe this-!â before the words died in her mouth.
The scene was almost exactly as sheâd pictured it. The familiar walls of the gloomy bedroom were covered in dweeby posters of big-breasted anime girls, and plenty of porn was left scattered around. Luna, reclined on her bed, pants around her ankles. Stacyâs panties held against her face as she pumped with her other hand...
There was only one problem. Stacy had had her suspicions about Luna because of how Amelia had been acting lately, of course. But. Um.
Holy fucking shit.
At a glance, it was easily longer than Stacyâs forearm, the bloated, twitching length criss-crossed by veins that drew the eye all the way up to the doughy hood of foreskin that covered the tip of her cock. Even fully hard, there was so much of the stuff that the head was completely obscured. Lunaâs dick was one of the most disgusting that Stacy had ever seen.
In other words...
It was love at first sight.
âA-agh! Stacy, itâs um, not what it looks like! A-and anyway, knock would⊠you?â Lunaâs response trailed off as the performative outrage slipped from Stacyâs face, shifting slowly into desperate, ravenous lust.
She crossed the room in a few wordless strides and pounced on the bed, the predatory pattern on her dress suddenly seeming very appropriate indeed. Stacy was on her hands and knees, looking between Lunaâs legs with pure, unabashed cock shockâŠ
âUm⊠what are you- hhhaaaa!!~â
Stacy knew Luna pretty well. Teasing and embarrassing her about the fact that she had zero experience was one of her favourite ways to playfully rile up her friend. So she knew how impressive it was for Luna that when her stacked roommate dragged her hot, wet tongue up every inch of twitching dickmeat, she didnât cum straight away. Instead, Luna whined, hips bucking desperately.
âLunaaaa⊠why didnât you tell me you were packing a cock like this? Iâd have popped your cherry ages ago if Iâd knownâŠâ Stacy cooed, eyes reverently fixed on the swaying tip, which even fully hard was still buried under Lunaâs foreskin.
âI⊠d-didnât realise youâd like it this much,â Luna whined, biting her lip nervously.
âWell, I never said I liked itâŠâ Stacy lied, reaching out, firmly gripping Lunaâs dick, and gently peeling back the other girlâs foreskin.
âNnnff⊠what do you⊠m-meanâŠ?â Luna looked confused now.
Stacy shot her a smirk.
âWell, Iâm no expert, but you shower about once a week, jerk off constantly like a fucking loser, and you have a totally disgusting case of phimosis, soooooâŠâ
The tip of Lunaâs cock finally emerged from under the layer of foreskin. And as expected, it was coated in thick, yellow wads of greasy smegma.
The nasty, sharp musk hit Stacy like a freight train, and she barely heard Lunaâs panicky excuses and apologies. They were completely unnecessary anyway. Stacy had almost forgotten how intense her smegma fetish was, because she so rarely got to indulge it, but just smelling Lunaâs disgusting cock was making her thoughts fog up.
âNnnhhh⊠a-as your roommate, itâs my job to make sure the apartment is kept hygienic⊠so obviously I h-have to clean your cock...â she stammered, before opening her mouth, and, ignoring Lunaâs panicky protests, wrapping her lips around her roommateâs cock.
Fuuuuck⊠itâs so grossâŠ
Stacyâs eyes rolled back as she swirled her tongue around Lunaâs dick, collecting as much smegma as she possibly could. Luna threw her head back, whining as the latex-clad succubus devoured her cock. How she managed to hold on was beyond Stacy; she was practically making out with the other girlâs cock, and considering it was the first kiss of any sort that Luna had ever gotten, and she had been pent-up for two whole weeks, it was kinda impressive...
Stacy popped up for air, and for a moment, considered stopping. If things kept going like this, she might not be in charge for much longer!
Almost as if she could hear her thoughts, Luna moved her hips up again, needily pushing her cock against Stacyâs cheek. Fuck⊠she should really stop⊠butâŠ
âMmmfffâŠâ she groaned happily as she slipped Lunaâs dick into her mouth again. It was just too good...
âHh-haaa⊠I knew it⊠you totally canât resist a big fat stud dick like mineâŠâ Luna gasped, a growing confidence behind her words. Stacy moaned as she dug her tongue further under the other girlâs foreskin. Fuck⊠it was so greasy and nasty, and it tasted so good ⊠she was used to fucking well-groomed studs, not losers like LunaâŠ
She pulled her head back, looking up at Luna, and sticking her tongue out. A thick layer of disgusting, yellow smegma coated her tongue, and she felt a thrill run through her at the way Luna smirked down at her.
âH-how does it taste?â Luna was really getting into this now, but Stacy felt helpless as control of the situation slipped through her fingers.
âNngghh⊠t-tathtes like garbaaaaageâŠâ she moaned, slipping a hand under her dress and desperately fingering herself at the total humiliation.
âYou know what to do with itâŠâ Stacy shivered as Luna became cockier and cockier, and shyly closed her mouth⊠before expertly swallowing the rancid, yellowy girl goo, her body thrumming with pleasure as she felt it slide down her throat.
Stacy couldnât stop herself; eager to impress, she opened her mouth, and showed her totally clean tongue to Luna.
âFuuuck⊠youâve done this before, huhâŠ?â Luna looked excited now. It was clear that the power dynamic had shifted, and the inexperienced virgin was thinking about just what she could do with a submissive, stacked slut like Stacy...
âNnnfff⊠I-I haaaave⊠itâs so⊠goodâŠâ Stacy replied, mewling pathetically from between Lunaâs legs. She looked up again at Lunaâs towering, meaty girldick, which was drooling thick lines of pearly white, impossibly thick precum all down its length, leaving both her shaft and her balls shiny with the stuff. Being in this position⊠it was making the sharp, twisted lust sheâd discovered in the past few weeks fade away, replaced by an encroaching, but familiar, sensation of soft, pink submission...
âWell⊠feel free to have some more,â Luna giggled, reaching down, and firmly grabbing Stacyâs head. Stacyâs moans were muffled as Luna pushed her face right into her sweaty, musky balls, her nose squishing as her eyes rolled back.
âNgghh⊠these have been aching for weeks because of youuuu⊠feel how fucking bloated theyâve gotten? All because you were being a teaseâŠâ
Fuuuck⊠they were so fat, and Stacy could tell that they were packed full of cum as she nuzzled them, leaving kisses all over them.
This was nothing like fucking someone who had worked up a sweat from exercising or something, there was something so much  nastier and more potent about Lunaâs muskâŠ
She gasped for air as Luna pulled her head back, her eye makeup running down her face in two thick black rivulets from the combined sweat and precum that had coated Lunaâs balls, and was now smeared on her. Sheâd left some makeup on Lunaâs bloated, backed-up sack too; it was covered in smeared pink lip-gloss marks from all the kisses. This was all so much⊠how had she let  Luna, of all people, get one over on herâŠ?
Stacy was totally helpless as Luna took the initiative, pushing her onto her back, the desperate shut-in on her hands and knees above her. With one shaking hand, she pulled up the hem of Stacyâs dress, exposing her bare, soaked cunt.
âTh-this is what you get for u-underestimating me⊠Iâm g-gonna lose my virginity with youuu...â Luna moaned, trying to line up her cock with Stacyâs drooling slit.
That familiar floaty, pink feeling bubbled up inside Stacy. She may have been discovering her sadistic side, but she had always enjoyed being a total size queen whore too⊠the flirting, teasing, the push and pull, all building up to the moment where she was pinned on the bed⊠the moment where she totally lost control. It was right there. And Stacy almost let it happen.
Luna pushed her hips forward, and Stacy tensed, waiting to be speared on that huge, virgin cock⊠and gasped in shock when Luna, shaking and overexcited and with zero experience of how to actually use her massive dick, actually missed! The underside of her cock slid along Stacyâs cunt, inches away from her chance to lose her virginity.
There was a single moment of stillness. Stacy knew that a few weeks ago, she would have been more than happy to coo soft words of encouragement until Luna tried again, guiding her through the process of topping her⊠but something inside her had changed. Getting used like a walking fleshlight was still something she enjoyed, but⊠well⊠she couldnât let such a prime opportunity to humiliate her friend pass her by, could she?~
âHaving a little trouble, sweetie?â she smiled, her voice suddenly once again dripping with sadistic glee.
âSh-shut uuupâŠâ Luna whined, her newfound confidence seeming to disappear just from the sound of Stacyâs voice. Things were still risky though⊠all Luna had to do to shut her up and reduce her to a whining, drooling wreck was stuff her full of cock!
There was one thing Stacy could still try. Her cunt was soaked and exposed, and Lunaâs thick, twitching cock was right there⊠so she spread her legs, wrapped them around Lunaâs back, and pulled her in close. In the process, Lunaâs cock slid along Stacyâs stomach, suddenly trapped between her own body, and the cool, smooth material of Stacyâs dress.
âMmm⊠you didnât think it was going to be that easy, did you?â Stacy batted her eyelashes at Lunaâs shocked expression, as she started working her hips. Luna gave a ragged gasp as Stacy moved her body, sliding her drooling dick between them, a gasp which became a desperate whine as her the tip of her cock pressed against the underside of Stacyâs boobs.
âTheyâre soft, right? I guess youâve never felt another girlâs before now, how are they?~â Stacy teased, knowing full well that Luna couldnât answer.
âYouâre lucky⊠not many girls would put up with you smearing that filthy, greasy smegma all over their nice party dresses, but I guess I can give you a bit of a breakâŠâ
âS-stoppppâŠâ Luna gasped, shaking, suddenly weak as a kitten as she tried to pull herself out of the iron grip Stacyâs thighs had her locked into.
âWhy? Because you wanted to act like an arrogant, bitchy stud, but now youâre about to dump your premature load all over my tits? Sorry sweetie, but youâre just not that kind of girl...â Stacy giggled, continuing to jerk off Lunaâs cock between both of their bodies.
âYou might have your size going for you, but your stamina is mediocre, and youâre so inexperienced that no girl is ever gonna waste the time it takes to teach you how to actually fuck⊠oh, and if the only time you can be confident is when youâve already gotten a girl in bed with you, good luck ever actually getting a normal date whoâll let you get that far~â Lunaâs eyes rolled back, and Stacy could feel her heartbeat thundering against her own chest. She was so close⊠moments away from cummingâŠ
âIn fact⊠I donât think you even have your size going for youâŠâ Stacy leaned in, and whispered in Lunaâs ear.
âIf your dick wasnât so bloated, defective, and oversized, you could have gotten it inside me first try, while I was all helpless⊠but nowâŠâ
And in one expert move, Stacy shifted her weight, rolling Luna to her side as she swung her legs around and stood up, leaving the other girl alone on the bed.
âYou get to keep your v-card, and keep doing No Nut November,â she laughed cruelly, before turning, and making to leave.
âIt was cute how you thought you might have actually been able to take control for a moment there! ButâŠâ she turned back, and stuck out her tongue, showing again that sheâd swallowed every morsel of nasty smegma sheâd dug out from under her roommateâs cock, âAll I offered to do was clean up that disgusting dick, and since youâre a loser who doesnât know the first thing about handling a girl, I guess you wonât be able to get me to do anything more than that~â
She turned, and made to leave.
âW-wait! IâŠâ Stacy turned, raising an expectant eyebrow, and was surprised to see that Luna was on her knees⊠and holding out a thick wad of cash, retrieved from her dresser.
âP-please⊠Iâm sorry for thinking I could top you⊠I-Iâll give you anything if you keep cleaning my cock!â
There was a moment of silence. And then...
âPfffthahaha!â Stacy couldnât help but laugh at the completely pathetic display, and she was pleased to note that hearing it made Lunaâs cock twitch eagerly.
âSeriously? I knew you were a pathetic, shut-in virgin, Luna, but I didnât realise it was this bad⊠and to think you were acting like you wanted to pop your cherry just a few minutes ago!â
She reached out, and plucked the money from Lunaâs hands, shivering with perverse glee at the way that just taking it made the other girl  squirm .
âBut this is what youâre really for, isnât it?â she asked sweetly, as she flipped through the wad of bills.
âPaying hot, bitchy bimbos like me⊠hm, are you sure this is enough? You think this is all Iâm worth? Well, itâs not like I can expect any better from you, Iâm sure you spent the rest of your money on porn and simping~â
Luna bit her lip, flushing bright red and nodding hesitantly. Apparently Stacy had hit the nail on the head. She smirked.
âGet on the bed, sweetie. Since youâve changed your mind, and decided to be a good girl⊠Iâll give you a special rewardâŠâ
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Stacyâs special reward, as it turned out, was lying between Lunaâs legs for the next few hours, lazily jerking off the helpless shut-in while occasionally leaning in to leave another kiss-mark on her balls, and, when she was feeling generous, giving the girl one of her famous vacuum suck blowjobs. Luna lay back, her clothes now totally soaked with nasty, musky sweat, balling her hands up in her bedsheets.
âUgh!! L-let me fucking cum already⊠I d-donât care about No Nut November anymoreâŠâ
Stacy dragged her lips up Lunaâs cock, keeping them sealed in a perfect, hollow-cheeked suckface, before the tip left her mouth with a  pop . She reached down, and gave Lunaâs fat, aching dick a condescending little flick, giggling as it wobbled back and forth. Then she looked her friend in the eye, smiled sweetly, and said âNope~â
Luna let out a whine of frustration.
âB-but⊠I thought you wanted to make me and the others fail at it!â
Stacy giggled, grabbing Lunaâs cock by the base and slowly jerking from the bottom to the tip with long, slow, lazy strokes.
âI do, but whereâs the fun in just forcing you to cum? Thatâs sooo boring! What I want to doâŠâ
She leaned down, and planted a delicate kiss on the tip of Lunaâs cock, drawing a humiliating whimper from the taller girl.
â... is fucking break you. You donât get the dignity of at least losing your v-card in this challenge⊠if you cum, itâs gonna be locked in your room, on your own, over pictures of me, or some disgusting hentai, or whatever else gets that nasty, defective cock hardâŠâ
She started to jerk Luna off faster, her lip curling into an evil smirk as her friend could do nothing but whine incoherently, a steady trickle of precum coating Stacyâs hand.
âIâm going to drive you crazy until you canât help humiliating yourself⊠and the best part isâŠâ
Without warning, she let go of Lunaâs cock. It twitched and throbbed in the warm, musky air, drooling all over Lunaâs hoodie.
âYouâre so cum-brained that youâre not just gonna let me, youâre gonna ask me to torture you! Hell, youâre actually paying me to do it...â
Stacy stood, leaving the other girl a gasping, writhing mess as she skirted just along the edge of a ruined orgasm. She kept talking as she headed for the door.
âAlthough⊠make it to the end of the month, and I may change my mind about letting you lose your virginity⊠Iâll even let you pick out some cosplay for you to breed me in~â
She ignored Lunaâs frustrated whine as she turned, framed by the light from the common area against the gloomy darkness of Lunaâs room. Even with her makeup ruined, her hair a mess, and her dress hitched up over her hips, she managed to look totally in control. And she had a new piece of information to play with... she had assumed that Amelia just had a repressed cuckquean fetish, but now that she knew how monstrous Luna's cock was, that opened up a lot of new avenues... but all of that was for later. For now, she needed to go and lie down for a while, she was wiped. Although not so wiped that she couldn't get in one last jab at Luna...
âOh, and you can keep my panties,â she said with a wink.
âLying in your room and sniffing those is the proper place for a virgin like you, donât you agree?~â
With that, she pulled the door closed, and left Luna completely trapped, caught between her desperate, needy cock and aching balls, and the knowledge that Stacy had wrapped her right around her little fingerâŠ~
Amelia, the apartment's resident girl-stud, is feeling confident about her No Nut November chances! she's hitting the gym to blow off steam, relaxing with her friends, and definitely doesn't have an obvious complex about her dick size not being enough that Stacy can easily exploit to awaken new, shameful feelings in Amelia...~
phew! honestly, i'd like to have gotten this chapter out a few days earlier, but pacing out the shifts in perspective (something i've never really done before, but is probably gonna be very important for this story) was more of a pain than i expected! i hope you all enjoyed, and that i can get chapter 3 out soon! <3
Amelia groaned as she settled back on the couch, dumping her gym bag on the floor. She, Luna, and Isaac were all gathered in their apartmentâs living room, unwinding after a day of college. Amelia wiped the sweat from her brow, before spreading her arms along the back of the couch, and crossing her legs. Sheâd been out later than her two roommates, hitting the gym to try and blow off some steam. The session had been so brutal that she hadnât even bothered to get showered and changed, staggering home in just her sports bra and shorts. It had been necessary, though. She had to de-stress somehow, after allâŠ
Isaac and Luna looked like they were taking a more distraction-based approach to the problem. Isaacâs Switch was bleeping and blooping away from the armchair he was sat in, and Luna had her headphones in, playing on her phone while lying on the other couch. Amelia told herself that they were all coping just fine. Five days into No Nut November, and the three of them all had their systems worked out. It was barely even affecting them!
But⊠well⊠she would never admit it to anyone else, but every moment while Amelia had been working out, she had been more aware than ever of the thick, heavy weight of the eleven inches of girthy girlmeat between her legs! Just feeling her cock swaying back and forth had been enough to make it jump a little, and now that she was back home, she was fighting a serious urge to just go to her room and fuck her fistâŠ
This wasnât helped by Isaac being, well, Isaac. Amelia had always strongly suspected that he had a crush on her, but he was usually at least a little bit subtle about it. But now, every time Amelia shifted, or recrossed her legs, or stretched and showed a little musky, sweaty armpit, a âgame over'' jingle would play, as the shy, distractable cutie snuck a glance at her. Amelia had always loved to show off, and such obvious perving was really getting to her. She was really trying not to do it on purpose, but it felt sooo good to make other people stareâŠ
And then there was Luna. Amelia couldnât make out exactly what was playing on her phone, but her headphones were turned up pretty high, and the tinny, exaggerated moans were very obvious. If there was any doubt left about what she was watching, the thick, twitching outline in her sweatpants dispelled it utterly. In fact, there was an obvious, heavy stain spreading in the fabricâŠ
Hmph! Â
Amelia crossed her arms, and averted her gaze. Not that she was going to look at that disgusting thing, obviously. Sheâd had more than enough of that already. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to put it out of her mind, but she couldnât help thinking back to a few months prior⊠when she had accidentally walked in on Luna. She had stood, hand on mouth, shocked as she watched her moody, shut-in roommate throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, pounding her fleshlight, headphones in and watching hentai on her laptop! This would have been bad enough, butâŠ
Even from a distance, Amelia could see that the length of dick being pulled out of the fleshlight had been much bigger than she had expected. A shut-in like Luna, she had always reasoned, probably had a tiny little pindick! Unlike Amelia, who carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew that she could totally knock up your girlfriend with her massive cock if she wanted to, Luna was much more introverted. In Amelia-land, this made sense; your level of confidence mapped proportionally to your cock size, obviously!
Instead⊠well, Amelia didnât have any hard figures, so she still tried to tell herself it had been a trick of the light. That her nerdy, virgin roommate didnât have a drooling, uncut pillar of bitchmeat that made Ameliaâs cock look mediocre, bordering on small, by comparison.
She definitely tried not to think about the fact that Lunaâs fleshlight had been a XXXL Slutbreaker brand...
Anyway, Amelia never thought about that. Ever. And to prove that it didnât bother her that she wasnât rocking the biggest dick in the apartment, she uncrossed her legs, and deliberately spread them, smirking to herself as she heard Isaac gasp at the sight of the obvious bulge in her shorts. She didnât look at him, instead closing her eyes and pretending she didnât know what she was doing.
In short, between Isaacâs simping, Ameliaâs need to show off, and Lunaâs inability to hide her oversized dick, just a few days of denial had left the tension in the apartment thick enough to cut with a knife.
And then Stacy walked in.
Amelia must have been out when the other girl had left the apartment, because she would absolutely have remembered seeing her. Despite the chilly autumn weather, the apartment complex was warm enough that Stacy was looking perfectly relaxed in an undersized vest and panties, carrying a long package under her arm. Given the circumstances, Amelia was vaguely impressed with herself for even noticing the parcel.
âIâm baaack! Oh, hi Amelia, welcome home!â she smiled.
âH-hi Stacy,â Amelia just about spat the words out normally. Isaac and Luna were both flushed bright red, totally unable to even look at her. Amelia got it. Maintaining eye contact for as long as it took to say hello had been a real struggle.
The thing was, seeing Stacy wearing practically nothing around the apartment wasnât anything new. Her Halloween costume from a few days prior had basically been a fetish outfit with a pointy hat and a cape. But⊠well, after a few days of nothing but frustrated edging, seeing her bare tummy, the puffy outline of her pussy in her black thong, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her vest hit a different note than it usually did.
Plus, like⊠there was a reason Amelia hadnât done anything about Isaacâs obvious little crush on her. And thatâs because she kinda wanted Stacy. I mean, what kind of self-respecting dickgirl stud wouldnât be constantly fantasising about knocking up a girl like her? And at any rate, it just made sense! They were both fun, and outgoing, and totally compatible⊠but Stacy had never really made a move, and Amelia had always been distracted with easier pursuits. But this whole challenge was making her seriously rethink that... Â
All that is to say that Amelia quickly crossed her legs again, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that just seeing Stacy had already gotten her half-hard! For a moment, she thought sheâd noticed a smirk from Stacy⊠but the moment passed too quickly for Amelia to really tell.
âWell, Iâll see you three later, I have some studying to do,â Stacy seemed completely oblivious to the blushing, nervous wrecks her mere presence had reduced her roommates to. She hummed to herself as she headed to her room, leaving the door slightly ajar as Amelia, Luna, and Isaac each breathed a sigh of relief. Amelia looked over at Luna.
âYou donât think she like⊠knows, right?â she asked, in hushed tones. Luna shrugged unhelpfully, looking troubled, but not so much that she took out her headphones. Amelia turned to Isaac.
âYou didnât say anything right?â
âUh-â
Whatever Isaac was about to say was interrupted by an extremely loud, exaggerated, borderline porny moan from Stacyâs room.
All three of them froze. Surely it hadnât actually been-
âOhhh, fuckkkâŠ~â
Nope. It was real.
There was a moment of silent, group deliberation, which of course ended as soon as Amelia got to her feet, and her two shy friends were freed from the responsibility of having to deal with this horribly embarrassing situation.
âUgh, this is s-so immature, what kind of a prank is that?â Amelia asked, to a pair of nods and mhm âs that were, like her, trying to convince themselves that that was what was happening. Shaking a little, Amelia went over to Stacyâs door.
Sheâll be stood right there, waiting to laugh at you for liking her stupid fake moans⊠Â
Amelia reached out, pushed the door open⊠and her jaw dropped. In the middle of her pink, queen-sized bed, Stacy Smith was on her back, completely naked. Her blonde hair fanned out on the mattress behind her, completing the absurdly bimbo-y look. The vest and panties had been discarded in a pile next to the bed, along with a bunch of ripped up packaging, which, now that Amelia got a better look at it, was exactly the kind of inconspicuous design that just screamed âwe offer discrete packaging on our productsâ. What had been inside this package before was now inside⊠wellâŠ
The size of it was absurd. Well over a foot of thick, rubbery pink plastic, and it was sinking into Stacyâs cunt easily . She was obviously soaked, drooling all over her sheets as she slammed the artificial cock into her pussy, and then dragged it out, inch by inchâŠ
âGgghhh⊠fuuuuckâŠâ
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Stacyâs heart thundered as she heard the door creak. Fuck. She was really going to do this. Her new dildo had been the last thing that needed to arrive before she got started⊠everything else was prepared. She was ready to make this whole month unbearable for her roommates~
Fuuuck⊠someone was looking at her. One of them was looking right at her while she mated herself with this fat plastic dick! It was so excitingâŠ
âGgghhh⊠fuuuuckâŠâ
The truth was, while Stacy was playing up her moans a little more than usual, getting stretched out by this fat plastic cock felt incredible⊠and having an audience made it so much better. Shaking, she slowed her movements, just a little, and looked over at the door. Whoever it was hadnât come in yet, so it was probably Luna or Isaac, they were too shy to-
Huh.
That was strange. Stacy had been expecting Amelia to just come straight in if it were her, especially since she had all but given an open invitation to her roommates. Instead, she was just standing in the doorway, panting, completely dumbstruck.
Still. Stacy knew what she had to say. Amelia had always had a low-key crush on her, and Stacy certainly liked her back; it made sense after all, surely the biggest stud and the biggest slut in their little group would make a great couple? She could see it; all she had to do was moan Ameliaâs name, and the poor girl would snap. The next thing she knew, sheâd be locked in a mating press, getting that nasty, backed-up girl goo unloaded straight into her womb, the way everyone had always sort of expected them toâŠ
But something about it didnât feel right. She didnât know what it was. Maybe she had picked up on the jealous little glances Amelia had sometimes thrown when she thought no-one was looking. Maybe she just knew her friend better than she knew herself. Maybe the way she was just standing there, staring, exposed a weakness that Stacy didnât fully understand, but still knew she could exploit... and maybe she had on occasion, without even realising, followed Ameliaâs jealous gaze, and found it resting on the weight that you could sometimes see shifting in Lunaâs pants. All of these little pieces were snowballing together, and as Stacy, panting, whining, pushed herself all the way up to the edge, she realised what she had to say. She rolled her hips, groaning as she worked herself up to breaking point, and looked over at Amelia, locking eyes with her.
âFuck me harder, Luna~ â
The look of shock, bordering on outrage on Ameliaâs face was bad enough. But the fact that it made the larger girl shiver , her cheeks flushing red, with an obvious stain forming in her shorts as her crush moaned another girlâs name?
That was it. Stacy squealed as her dildo slammed up against her cervix, the sounds becoming so embarrassing that she couldnât help clamping a hand over her mouth, while she squirted all over her sheets. Fuuuck. This was⊠incredible⊠this wasnât the same kind of feeling she usually had when she came. Not that same kind of warm, pleasurable feeling she got from getting pinned down by a stud like Amelia. This was something sharper, more potent. A sick, sadistic thrill that ran through Stacyâs body, leaving her in a rictus of ecstasy as she rode out her orgasm.
Finally, with a sigh, she slumped on her bed. She was half-expecting Amelia to get on top of her, to take revenge for teasing her so badly⊠but when she looked up at the door again, it had been shut. She smirked to herself. That might be something to keep an eye onâŠ~
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âFuck me harder, Luna~ â
Amelia was shocked. Stacy had always been a tease, but this was downright cruel! Awful! She was being totally⊠awfulâŠ
Stepping back, and pulling the door closed, Amelia took a few steps, unable to hear over the sound of her heart thundering in her ears, and those words, repeating over and over even as she heard Stacy crash into what sounded like an incredible orgasm. One that Amelia should have given her...
Isaac asked her something, but she didnât really hear it. Amelia wordlessly walked past her roommates, went into her room, and shut the door.
That was⊠ugh! How could she say that? It was so⊠soâŠ
Amelia glanced down, and let out a whine of despair. No. Nonono⊠how could that have made her... hard?
But there was no mistaking it. She had graduated from bulge to full-blown tent.
With shaking hands, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her running shorts, and tugged them down. She groaned at the sight of the line of thick precum connecting the end of her cock to a stain in her panties. Stupid fucking StacyâŠ
Amelia went over to her bed, sat down, and wrapped a hand around her cock. Whatever. If she wanted to play nasty, so would Amelia. One quick orgasm to clear her head, and then sheâd go back in there, and teach her a lesson! Sheâd breed that dumb slut with her perfect stud dick-
âHhhaaa!â
Fuuuuck⊠why was it so much more sensitive than usual? B-but that was just because she had been backed up for a few days, surely... That was why seeing Stacy fucking herself like that had gotten her so badly. The other girl could have said literally anything, and sheâd still be like this!
Amelia started working her hand up and down, harder, faster. Fuck. She was gonna go back in there and pound Stacyâs dumb, slutty brains out. She obviously wanted it. Wanted her . How could she not? She was a stud! Amelia relaxed a little as she continued to jerk off, thinking back to all of her previous conquests. The girls fawning over her at the Halloween party, while Stacy had spent all evening striking out. Yeah. Stacy wanted her. She had to.
Amelia didnât even care about No Nut November anymore. Fuck that. This was worth $50. She would cum once to get herself under control, and then go straight in there and show Stacy that sheâd wasted her time getting a plastic dick when she had the real thing right in front of her.
But even as Amelia tried to hype herself up to go back in there, to show Stacy how a real woman fucks, she found her gaze drifting over to her bedside table. To the object she had stuffed behind it a few months prior, frustrated that it wasnât tight enough for her to useâŠ
The XXXL Slutbreaker fleshlight. The same model sheâd bought after seeing Luna use one. The one sheâd tossed away because it wasnât tight enough for her⊠and which had barely been able to contain Lunaâs cock.
Her breaths came quick and fast as she continued to pump, now with both hands, and with completely different thoughts coming to mind, unbidden, but thick and fast.
What if sheâs had bigger? What if Iâm not good enough for her? Is my dick even that good? Does she really like me, or is she just flirting? She was moaning about Luna, so⊠what if Stacy already knows sheâs bigger than me?
And then, a new possibility occurred to Amelia. Ice gripped her heart, and at the same time,  a thick stream of precum  began drooling nonstop from the head of Ameliaâs cock, coating the shaft as she continued to pump faster and faster.
What if theyâre already fucking?
New images flooded in. Not memories, but fantasies. Stacy and Luna, kissing on that bed. Stacy moaning, and wrapping her legs around Lunaâs chubby frame. Of the two of them sitting together, Stacy showing the normally moody girl the flirty texts Amelia was sending her, the two of them laughing at the idea that Stacy could ever settle for someone like Amelia, before they went to Stacyâs room to mate one anotherâŠ
It was pathetic. It was totally unlike Amelia. And it was so fucking hot . She groaned as she tried to ride the edge, desperate not to cum to those thoughts. She tried to turn her mind back to what she had been thinking about before, to what a stud she was⊠but every time she drove her way back to the edge, all she could think about was Stacyâs smirk, Lunaâs cock, and the latter being draped over the former. She couldnât cum to that. Wouldnât . But she couldnât cum to anything else eitherâŠ
Four hours later, Amelia passed out. Sweating, panting, her hand coated in precum⊠and her cock still rock-hard as she drifted off into dreams of Stacy fucking other girls~
A casual No Nut November challenge between three friends is completely derailed when their slutty roommate finds out, and begins discovering her sadistic side as she teases and tortures the three of them for an entire month! Can Isaac, Amelia, and Luna hold out against Stacy's increasingly outrageous attempts tip them over the edge before the end of the month? Or will her obsession with torturing her roommates drive all four of them to depths of depravity that they never even imagined?~
a fun lil NNN story that i'll be updating throughout the month!
this story is a sort of semi-followup/sequel to What Goes Bump in the Night, my Halloween story from this year!
however, i wanna stress that this story is standalone! while What Goes Bump in the Night is the best primer on the characters, imo, i've included all the necessary context for who they are, and what they're doing for No Nut November in this first chapter. so whether you've read it or not, i hope you can enjoy it! <3
It was a cool, crisp November morning at Vihdale Central College when Isaac slipped away between classes, heading to the bathroom to fix his makeup. He sighed as he tried to fix his eyeliner in the smudged and dirty mirror, when he heard the door open behind him.
 âSo. What were you all talking about last night?â
 Isaac froze. Fuck. He hadnât seen her following him in... turning away from the mirror, he plastered a fake smile onto his face as best he could.
 âUh, h-hi Stacy! You uh, know this is the guysâ toilet right?â
 Stacy Smith, one of his roommates, stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. She was wearing jeans and a pastel pink sweater that, despite being cut loose, was still pulled tight around her generously-sized chest. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She stepped towards Isaac, and he backed up a little, pressing his shapely butt against the sink as she loomed over him.
 âOh, I know, I come in here a lot,â she smiled sweetly. Isaac flushed. He was technically a few inches taller than Stacy, but sheâd decided to wear a set of particularly college-inappropriate heels today, so she was looking down on him. It was difficult not to feel trapped.
 âI⊠d-did you want something?â Isaac stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact. He was really trying his best, but, well⊠her tits were practically being shoved in his face. Isaacâs outfit today wasnât that different to Stacyâs; his sweater was a bit tighter, dark red rather than pink, and he had sneakers on rather than heels, but both of them had taken similar measures against the Autumn chill. Isaac did his best to focus on the fashion choices, rather than whatever was underneath them...
 âMmm⊠who said I want anything? Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you⊠have a little chat, girl-on-girl, yâknow? Maybe I could help you fix up that makeup,â Stacy smiled, and Isaacâs objections (both to the blatant lie about not wanting anything, and calling him a girl (ugh!)) died in his throat as she reached out and played with a strand of his dark, messy hair. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open, and that he was blushing.
 âSt-StacyyyâŠâ he meant it to come out assertive, but all he could manage was a breathy little whine. Uuuggh... this was what always happened! Stacy didnât seem to hear him, instead leaning in close, and whispering in his ear.
 âWeâre aaaaall alone in here⊠we could do whatever we liked, and nobody would know⊠maybe instead of helping you with that makeup, youâd like me to mess it up?~â she teased. Isaac shivered.
 âS-Stacy, stop it, I need to get back to class-â
 Before Isaac could even move, Stacy purposefully placed her hands on the sink to either side of him. No way out.
 âIâll let you go⊠as soon as you tell me what you three were talking about last night,â she cooed. Isaac squirmed. This was how it always,    always   went with Stacy. Scratch that, itâs how it always went with any girls! He was cute and slender and liked playing around with makeup, so it was always âHeyy, could you lend me some lunch money?â that would never get paid back, or âCould you like, please do this homework for me? Iâd super appreciate it, cutie!â from girls who didnât even remember his name after it was done, or basically whenever Stacy wanted him to do anything, or, orâŠ
 Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, and whined in frustration, while Stacy giggled. Both at his reaction, and as something cute, small, but unmistakably hard twitched in Isaacâs jeans.
 Being gently teased and bullied just felt so goooood⊠and the kind of girls who liked to bully Isaac could smell weakness like that a mile away.
 âI⊠w-we were just talking about what we were planning to do when you got back!â Isaac gasped out the lie, although it wasnât entirely untrue. The night before, after Isaac, and her other two roommates, Amelia and Luna, had waited in the pitch-dark living room in their costumes to scare Stacy when she got back from a Halloween party. However, she had slipped into the living room without anyone knowing, and without herself realising that her roommates were in the apartment. The subsequent farce had left everyone with a little bruised pride. Especially Isaac, sinceâŠ
 âAww, Iâm sorry sweetie, I guess it must be hard for you to remember a lot about that night...
 Stacy leaned back, cupping her huge tits in her hands and gently jiggling them for Isaac.
 âAll you can think about is how good it felt to touch these, right?~â
 Isaac whimpered, biting his pink, glossy lip. In all the dark and confusion, heâd (completely by accident) grabbed Stacyâs tits! Isaac had to admit that heâd lain awake the night before, trying desperately to ignore the hard-on in his pyjamas while he remembered the feeling of her soft, inviting breasts, especially after she had told him that all he needed to do if he wanted another feel was askâŠ
 âN-no, itâs just that nothing else happened-â
 âBullshiiiit. Luna was about to let something slip last night, and then Amelia whacked her to shut her up. You three are so totally up to something!â Stacy pouted, clearly frustrated, before smiling again.
 âIâm not gonna let you go until I find oouuut⊠so you might as well tell me now, or youâre gonna go back to class with an embarrassing stain in those pantsâŠ~â
 âW-wait, what are you-â
 Before Isaac could do anything else, Stacy grabbed his hands, and pushed them onto her soft, pillowy tits.
 âHhaaaâŠâ Isaacâs eyes widened, and he felt his cock    jump   .
 âDo they feel the same as you remember?â Stacy asked, sweetly, and Isaac gave a shaky gasp that might have been an affirmative.
 âP-please, I have to get back toâŠâ
 âAwww, you want me to stop?â her smirk twisted, and she shifted her leg, pressing her thigh right up against his cock. Â
 Isaac was in shock. Even by Stacyâs standards, this was aggressive. It was usually just teasing, but she was going all out⊠he bit down on his lip again, struggling to stop his eyes from rolling back as she gently rubbed the bulge in his pants.
 âY-yes⊠p-please stoppppâŠâ
 âOh yeah? Why should I, loser?~â
 âB-becauseâŠâ
Nngghhh⊠canât tell her⊠Â
 âWeâre⊠weâŠâ
 But I canât lose on the first day⊠Â
 âDoingâŠâ
 âYes?â Stacy asked, expectantly.
 âW-weâre doing No Nut November!â he gasped.
 âWe all put in $50⊠whoever gets to the end of the month without cumming wins itâŠâ
 âOhhhâŠâ Stacy looked down, and licked her lips.
 âGosh⊠so I could make you lose, right now, on the first day, huh? Thatâd be soooo embarrassing for you~â
 Isaac whimpered, completely helpless as his balls drew up, ready to dump an adorable little load in his briefsâŠ
 And Stacy backed off, tilting her head at Isaac as she folded her arms again. Isaac knew he should have been relieved, but⊠fuck, heâd been so closeâŠ
 âHonestly, youâre such a dweeb, Isaac,â she giggled, while he tried his best to recover.
 âSo youâre telling me I could offer to take you into one of those stalls right now, and let you fucking mate me with that adorable little dick, and youâd say no because of this stupid No Nut November thing?â
Isaac tried desperately to put the image of swinging his hips against Stacyâs out of mind, getting her back for all the teasing and- no, focus, focus!
âW-well, yâknow, Lunaâs doing biology, so she put this reader together which can tell how long itâs been since you last⊠yâknow... when you give it a sperm sampleâŠâ
Stacy raised an eyebrow.
âAnd youâre really just gonna take her word for it?â
Her doubts were pretty justified. Luna wasnât what youâd call reliable; despite going to the same college as her roommates, she was often mistaken for a NEET on the rare occasions she was forced to go out in public. Which, between the hoodies, sweatpants, and lack of showers, was understandable. But when it came to biology, she seemed to know her stuff⊠Isaac, if possible, flushed even further.
 âNo, I, uh, tested it myself, itâs pretty accurateâŠâ
The next question caught Isaac very off-guard.
 âAwww, cute! Tell me⊠who were you thinking about when you blew that load? Me, or your little crush?~â
Isaacâs felt his cheeks heat up. He had been blushing before, but he knew that if he turned and looked in the mirror, his whole face would be beet-red.
 âI-I donât know what youâre talking about, I-â
 âOhh? You think I havenât noticed how you look at Ameliaaa?~â Stacy drew out the last syllable, clearly revelling in Isaacâs embarrassment. Amelia was their other roommate, and Isaac absolutely did not have a crush on her. At all.
 âTh-thatâs not⊠Iâm notâŠâ Isaac could barely get through his flustered denial before Stacy was cutting across him again.
 âNot that it really matters, because the really big question is⊠why didnât you tell me about it?â
 Isaac thought back to the night before, in Ameliaâs room. Weights were strewn across the floor, and a poster for a sports team Isaac couldnât pretend to recognise was hung on the wall. He and Amelia were standing, while Luna slouched on the bed. On the sheets, lay three crumpled fifty dollar bills, and the reader, a small metallic probe with a digital readout to display the time since the last⊠ahem⊠anyway...
 âSo, weâre all in agreement? Thirty days, no nutting, winner takes all,â Amelia smiled over at Isaac, who nodded nervously. If Stacy loomed over him in her heels, then Amelia towered, her muscular form barely hidden by the criss-crossing bandages from the mummy costume sheâd worn to the Halloween party.
 âSure, I get that, but why all the secrecy? Whyâd we have to ditch the party early just to come back here and discuss it? Not that Iâm complaining, I guessâŠâ Luna lay back on the bed, her head hanging off the side. She hadnât changed out of her âcostumeâ yet; really just her usual clothes, with a hockey mask that she was playing with while she talked.
 âAlso not complaining,â Isaac added, still covering the embarrassing little bulge his sparkly red incubus costume had left him sporting all evening.
 âB-but yeah, why did you wanna leave early? Did we really need to ditch Stacy like that?â
 Amelia raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two of them like they were crazy.
 âAre you serious? You saw her at her party right? I donât think Iâve ever seen her get that worked up before, and it was all from making those girls bust in their skirts! Trust me, she acts all cute and bubbly, but⊠deep down, that girl is a total sadist. She might not even really know it yet, but you can totally see it sometimes⊠so there is no way we can let her find out about this, ok girls?â
 âGotcha.â
 âH-hey, Iâm not a-!â
 âAlright, good!â Amelia smiled breezily.
 Isaac was about to speak up for himself, but at that point Luna had picked up a weight to fiddle with, and then dropped it straight on the floor with a loud thud, and then the conversation had turned to pranking Stacy⊠Isaac had almost forgotten about what Amelia had said. After all, Stacy could be a bit of a bully sometimes, but a sadist? No way, Stacy was too friendly and airheaded for that! But now, standing in this bathroom, with the way Stacy had been acting, and the vicious, hungry look in her eye that she had as she waited for an answer⊠he was starting to get why Amelia had been so worried. Unfortunately, his little flashback hadnât yielded any kind of convincing lie he could tell, so he fell back on the first thing that popped into his head.
 âO-oh, well, yâknow, you donât have a dick! So we didnât think youâd be⊠uh⊠interested⊠yâknowâŠ?â
 âUh huuuuh, right, that tooootally explains everything~â Stacy replied, not even pretending to be convinced. She took a step towards Isaac, and licked her lips again. Isaac felt his heart start to thud in his chest. What if she tried to squeeze the truth out of him? How far would she really be willing to go? She had been joking about dragging him into a stall⊠rightâŠ?
 âWell, donât think Iâm going to take this lying down, Isaac⊠you three ditched me, so that you could keep a secret from me? Sooo not coolâŠâ she batted her eyelashes at him.
 âBut I forgive you, Isaac, I promise I wonât make a big deal of this,â she turned, and headed for the door, striding with a lot more purpose than Isaac was comfortable with her having after a conversation like this. She turned, and winked.
 âSee you when you get home, cutie~â and with that, she was gone.
 Isaac slumped against the sink, the tension of the situation slowly releasing as he turned back to the mirror to work on his makeup again.
 âOh god, what have I doneâŠâ Isaac asked his reflection, weakly.
Stacy stepped into the pale autumn sun, and let out a shaky breath. What had gotten into her back there? Sheâd always enjoyed bullying Isaac, but that had been something else⊠had she really been offering to    fuck   him, right there?
Her heels clicked against the stone paths of the college as she headed to class. Fuck⊠something was going on with her, for sure. There was a tight knot of excitement in her stomach, and she didnât even need to look to know that she was soaked. Something about the idea of all three of her roommates, needy and backed up for an entire monthâŠ
I mean⊠thereâs nothing wrong with a little harmless teasing, right? Just to get back at them for ditching me at that party⊠Â
 Totally. This wouldnât get out of control at all. The cool air brushed her burning cheeks, and with a shaky hand, she fished her phone out of her handbag to do a little online outfit shopping when she got to class. She wouldnât get carried away with this⊠right?
Bored, frustrated, and super wound up from not getting any at the Halloween party, Stacy has gone home early! Her roommates are all still out, so she's aaaaall alone in the dark, creaky apartment, and can't stop herself from fantasising about what sorts of horrible monsters might be lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on a helpless girl...
Of course... she might not be alone in the apartment at all. Someone else might have decided to let themselves in...~
content warnings! (these are kinda spoilery, so only check these if you're unsure about anything you see in the tags, and want to make an informed decision about whether to read! <3)
for this story i think the rubicon has been crossed into straight-up erotic horror, so if you get freaked out by (what i hope are) actual spooks and scares, you may wanna give it a miss. this one carries a noncon warning, but the most intense it gets is Stacy fantasising about noncon, nothing actually happens to her. there's also a brief mention of a small amount of blood in one of these fantasies, as well as knotting.
happy reading! <3
Stacy Smithâs heels clacked against the tiles as she bounced down the corridor towards her apartment, humming tunelessly to herself. It was a chilly Halloween evening, and she was glad to be back inside, since the outfit sheâd picked out was⊠well, itâd be generous to call it an outfit. A pink, pointy witchâs hat rested on top of her platinum blonde hair, and her body was criss-crossed by similarly coloured straps, which elaborately conspired to keep three scraps of pink fabric in place over her chest, and between her legs. The only other concession to modesty was a full-length, pink sparkly cape, which was too small to really cover her properly; when it was pulled tight, all it did was outline Stacyâs oversized, subtly enhanced tits, while leaving a generous and appealing window which revealed her bare belly and crotch.
The whole ensemble had seemed like a brilliant idea when Stacy came up with it; after all, the sorority Halloween party was the biggest event of Autumn. She wanted to have fun, and get laid! Besides, the outfit wouldnât even be a problem if she could get a ride home with some cutie!
Unfortunately, sheâd struck out. Repeatedly. Apparently there was such a thing as âtoo muchâ, and every single partygoer sheâd tried to hit on had shuffled off to the bathroom with an embarrassing stain in their pants. Which, to be honest, Stacy had kinda enjoyedâŠ
She produced a set of keys from who-knows-where, and let herself into the apartment. It was pretty nice, especially for four college kids, with a front room, and five doors leading to the bedrooms and the kitchen. They even had their own bathrooms!
The lights were off when Stacy got inside, so she flopped down on one of the couches in the dark. She thought about flipping on the TV to watch a terrible scary movie, but the remote was a little too far away, and sheâd had a few too many drinks at the party to want to move.
Instead, she lay there for a while. Stacy had lost track of her roommates at the party; Amelia had been flirting with a crowd of girls near the bar the last time sheâd seen her, getting the bandages from her mummy costume slowly unwrapped by a bunch of giggling bimbos, who discovered to their delight that the cocky, hung, muscular girl was commando underneath them.
Isaac, meanwhile, had suffered a critical wardrobe malfunction with his demon outfit, which had come out a lot more sparkly and skintight than it had looked in the pictures. The poor guy was slim and feminine at the best of time, but hiding his adorably tiny bulge (and gropable ass) was next to impossible in that getup, and the last time Stacy had seen him, heâd been cornered by a group of older girls, who were doting on him in the most embarrassing way possible.
She had no idea where Luna had gotten to; sheâd been against going to the party in the first place, and had been more or less dragged by the others, and her only concession to the costuming had been a slasher mask over her usual stained sweatpants and hoodie.
It seemed as if none of them were back yet⊠Stacyâs mind started to wander. All alone, in this dark, empty apartment, on HalloweenâŠ
Her hands, covered by elbow-length pink gloves, started to wander downward, and she tugged the scant piece of fabric covering her crotch to the side. She had been really looking forward to getting some tonight, and while all that teasing had been fun, it had left her high and dry⊠well, that might not be quite the right expression.
Stacy dipped her hand down, and squirmed. Fuck. She hadnât realised she was that wet⊠it was a wonder there hadnât been a stain in her outfit. Moving her hand in slow circles, she couldnât help thinking about what might be lurking in the shadows. She was completely defenceless⊠if there was some sort of terrible monster hiding out in here, she wouldnât be able to do anything about itâŠ
Her heart beat faster. Some latex-clad vampire vixen, ready to hypnotise Stacy and leave her a drooling, mindless slave, leaning in for a kiss only to sink those cute little fangs into her, pulling back with a single line of red running down her chin⊠or, fuck, maybe a werewolf with a knot the size of her fist, all pent-up and desperate and ready to breedâŠ
Or maybe, she thought, as her breath quickened and a knot of excited, shameful dread tightenedl in the pit of her stomach, some creep is in here already, and he just saw a cute, defenceless girl lay down on the couch and start rubbing herself stupid, and now heâs thinking that he can do whatever he wants to her, and sheâll probably like itâŠ
Just as Stacy was getting lost in that little fantasy, there was a sudden clattering noise from somewhere else in the apartment. Stacyâs hand clamped over her mouth, while her legs snapped shut. She held her breath. Fuck. Was someone actually in here? Were they⊠watching her?
Stacy should have been terrified, and she really was. But⊠at the same timeâŠ
She didnât move from where she was, still reclining on the couch in her costume. Heck, she didnât even try to cover herself with the cape. Instead, her hand started to trace slow, careful circles again...
Jeez⊠Iâm such a fucking freak⊠she whined inwardly, struggling not to roll her hips. She was shaking, the momentary shot of fear making every thrum of pleasure from between her legs more intense... she should really stop, and go and check on that noise, butâŠit was probably nothing.
Or maybe whatever it was will come to check on me firstâŠ
It was the same kind of thrill Stacy got from watching old, cheesy slasher movies late at night, but that feeling was little more than an echo of what she was experiencing now. Being helpless and  vulnerable felt so good, and Stacy moaned into her gloved hand as, unbidden, images of someone sinister in the shadows, wearing some tacky mask, and watching her every move came to mind.
Come onnn⊠come and get me⊠Iâm right here⊠just use meeeeâŠ
Stacy had almost immediately forgotten about the actual, real-world noise sheâd heard, far too caught up in fantasising about imaginary slasher movie villains to pay it any more thought.
Creak.
And just like that, Stacy was snapped straight back to reality. Holy shit. Was that a-
Creak.
Footstep.
Someone was actually in here. Someone was fucking in here, and they were creeping towards her. Stacy tried to stay still, but she was shaking more than ever now. It was almost pitch dark. Maybe they hadnât seen her? Maybe theyâd just⊠go awayâŠ?
Creak.
Or keep coming straight towards her. Fuck. Â Stacyâs heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest.
Stacy tried. She really tried. This situation was serious now. She had to do something. But the fact was⊠wellâŠ
She was sooo fucking wet right now...
Every moment she expected the danger and adrenaline to snap her out of it, but instead she was so wired that just holding her hand against her drooling, greedy cunt felt incredible. So incredible that she almost didnât catch it when the footsteps stopped.
Right behind the sofa she was lying on. Stacyâs eyes widened as a dark, imperceptible mass loomed over her.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
She couldnât make out a single detail of the personâs face. But then, did that mean they could see her? She was lying on the couch, so maybe sheâd just blend into that.
They reached down. Stacyâs heartbeat was deafening as their hand came closer and closer, almost, barely-
Their finger brushed Stacyâs hip. Stacy suppressed a shudder, struggling with an insane urge to lean into that touch. Although a distant part of her wondered why their hand had felt so weird⊠and then it hit her in a flash.
They were wearing gloves. Nice, thick, fingerprint-obscuring gloves.
Shiiiiit⊠I have to move⊠I have toâŠ
But she couldnât. Stacy was scared stiff, and could do nothing but lie there and try not to whimper, as those hands moved up from her hips, tracing a line up from her belly toâŠ
 No way⊠seriously?
Stacyâs nipples were obviously poking through the fabric of her outfit, and when the intruderâs hands sank into the soft flesh of her tits, they ached desperately.
Stacyâs eyes rolled back. Fuck. This was⊠this was too much⊠if he kept groping her like this sheâd...
And then just like that, the hands pulled back. Stacy couldnât even use this chance to catch her breath; she was too scared to remove her hand from her mouth. But still, maybe they were done! Maybe sheâd be-
Creak.
No.
Creak.
Murmurs and whispers from somewhere else in the room⊠Stacy couldnât catch a lot, but she heard the word âcouchâ.
Creak.
NononoâŠ
Two more sets of footsteps moving across the room towards her.
Stacy had to get up. She had to run, now.
But the only thing she could properly move was⊠her hand.
Stacy whimpered helplessly, but she couldnât stop herself. It just felt too good.
As the others moved in, and she was completely surrounded, Stacy squeezed her eyes shut, and pushed down on her clit with her thumb.
The most powerful orgasm of Stacyâs life hit her like a freight train. In a way, that was actually kinda lucky; Stacy was a bit of a screamer, but as her eyes snapped open and rolled back, and her body felt like it was being electrified, it was so intense that she couldnât even make a sound. She couldnât see for sure, but she felt like she was squirting, and Stacy was distantly glad that the couches were faux-leather, at least. As it was, her thighs were soaked, and her glove was thoroughly ruined. Squirming and writhing and shaking the whole time, she was the picture of total vulnerability, totally defenceless...
Stacy didnât know how long she spent drowning in pure, fear-induced ecstasy, but when her body finally started winding down, and her eyes refocused, she slumped, exhausted, as all strength left her. She could almost have passed out right there, despite the terrible danger, when one of the shadowy forms standing behind the sofa leaned over to another, and spoke.
âHey, I thought you said Stacy was striking out? Shouldnât she be back by now?â
Stacy couldnât help it. She knew that voice.
âIsaac??â
âAaaaahh!!â
All three of the figures jumped back, at least one of them fell over, and this time Stacy found enough breath to join in with the screaming. The next thirty seconds were a panicky, fumbling mess, during which time Stacy tugged her panties back into place, and stuffed her soaked glove down the back of the couch to hide it. By the time the lights were flicked on, everyone was on their feet.
Amelia, Luna, and Isaac stood in a row, sheepishly fidgeting with their costumes. Luna was indignantly rubbing her butt.
âUhh⊠surprise!â Amelia tried, and Isaac even tried to accompany her with jazz hands, which was cute (especially with his mittens on), if unhelpful.
âSo⊠you three were waiting in here to scare me?â Stacy guessed, her arms folded under her tits.
âWell, we came back a bit earlier to discuss- ow!â Luna started, before Amelia reached over and punched the girl on the arm.
Stacy raised an eyebrow.
âTo discuss what?â
âN-nothing!â Isaac interjected.
âI⊠you know what, Iâm too tired to care, Iâm wiped,â Stacy lied, making a mental note to corner Isaac and get some answers out of him later.
âYeah, I guess you must be. You might have said something when you heard we were in here, were you passed out on the sofa or something? You didnât look like you were drinking that much,â Amelia said, cocking her head.
Stacyâs cheeks flushed, and she quickly moved her one ungloved hand behind her back.
âI, uh, just needed to lie down for a few minutes! Speaking of which, goodnight!â she turned, and hastily retreated towards her room, before pausing, and turning around, one hand on her chin, and the other on her bare hip.
âWait a minute⊠if you were just waiting in the living room to scare me, what was with all the groping around on the couch?â she asked.
âSorry, I uh⊠kinda lost my phone, and I was checking to see if it had fallen between the couch cushions,â Isaac replied. There was a moment of silence, and then the penny dropped. Isaacâs face went from his usual slightly embarrassed blush to entirely bright red, almost the same colour as all of the lipstick marks that had been left on him by the girls at the party.
âW-w-w-wait, I-â
âOhhh, so that explains why you were asking us if weâd gotten some new couch cushions when you came back into the room,â Amelia smirked.
âMhmm, you were talking about how soft and squishy they wereâŠâ Luna chimed in, giving Isaac a lazy smile.
âI-I, aaahhh, fuck, I-Iâm so sorry Stacy, I thought it felt weird but I still had my gloves on so I- I didnât mean to-â
âDonât worry about it,â Stacy shot Isaac a wink, and bent over, making sure to show off her tits as best as possible.
âBut you know, if you wanted to cop a feel, you only had to askâŠâ
Isaac did his best impression of a computer crashing, and fled to his room, covering a very obvious little bulge in his costume. The others laughed too, but Stacy was pleased to note the very obvious stain that was forming halfway down Lunaâs thigh in her sweatpants, and that Amelia was disturbing her costume all on her own now as her cock twitched involuntarilyâŠ
Normally, she would have delighted at the opportunity to be a total teasing slut, but Stacy had already tired herself out (and also wanted to flee the scene before anyone started asking questions about the very obvious wet patch on the couch). So she continued on to her room, giving her other roommates a devilish smirk as she disappeared into the darkness...
aww shit, here we go again, three year streak of getting a completed Halloween story out on time!
for this one, i wanted to dig back into an existing character! long-time readers might recognise the protaganist of this one as being from Under Lock and Key, another story about Stacy putting herself into sexually risky and dangerous situations for the sheer thrill of it! don't worry though, this is both a prequel, and has very little connective tissue to that story besides Stacy herself, so if you haven't read that, you should be fine!
you also might be thinking, "Jane, you went to a lot of trouble to give us the layout of the apartment, and names, roommates and basic personalities for all the roommates, but they didn't factor a whole lot into this story! what gives?" well, uh...
surprise! this story is going to lead directly into a No Nut November fic that I'll be posting across the course of the next month. it's gonna feature all the same characters as this story, and will kinda get into why, by the time we get to Under Lock and Key, Stacy is as much of a sadist as she is...~
i hope y'all enjoyed this one! let me know what you think of it!! happy halloweeeeeen <3
âBut are you like, totally sure you need this?â
Alexis rolled his eyes, and snatched the potion out of Cassie's hand.
âYes, I'm sure! I'm going up against the most powerful Demon Queen for 1,000 years! Sheâs assembling an army in the guts of Hell, and the only way to stop it is to beat her! Why would I not want a potion that turns me into a super-buff, god-like warrior?â
"I mean, I guess it could be handyâŠ" Cassie replied, adjusting her goggles (blackened from years of experiments blowing up in her face) as the pair of them walked out of her lab and into the front of her potions store, Cassie not even noticing as her pointy hat caught the doorframe and flopped off her head.
Alexis caught it before it even hit the ground, rolling his eyes at his scatterbrained friend.
âIt's just, y'know, you're also the most talented swordsman for 1,000 years, I don't really see how much help that potion will be⊠oh, thanks!â she continued, hopping on the stool behind her counter, while Alexis plopped her hat back on her head, before sitting down opposite her.
âI know that, but when I've got bards singing about that battle for the next century or so, I'd like them to be at least a little bit flattering of me!â he slumped miserably on the counter, clinging desperately to his new potion for dear life.
âI don't know what you're talking about! There's plenty of flattering ballads about you! What about The Tale of The Haunt? How does that one go again? âThe Fell King of Renar smashed his opponents like glass/He would have struck down young Alexis too, were he not distracted by his a-â
âYes, I know it, you don't have to sing it back to me!â Alexis grumbled, shifting on the plump posterior that had (unfortunately) saved his life during the battle.
He leaned back, and sighed.
"I just want to make sure I'm remembered as manly. I mean, is that so much to ask? I've killed hundreds of demons, I've travelled pretty much everywhere there is to travel, there was that time I literally fought the tide so the people of Arrow could evacuate before the oceans took their lands⊠and then when they put up my portrait in the Cathedral of the Hanged Redeemer, I'm wearing a dress! How does that even happen?!"
"Well, I heard they told the artist you had soft pink lips, big round baby blue eyes, and shoulder length black hair, but then never mentioned that you were a guy, so he just assumed you were a woman."
"Cassie?"
"Yes, Alexis?"
"You're supposed to shake your head sympathetically and say 'I don't know, it's ridiculous.'"
"Oh."
Cassie shook her head, and, bless her, pulled her face into the closest approximation of outrage her sweet, slightly ditzy demeanour could manage.
"I don't know, it's ridiculous!"
"I know!" Alexis agreed, standing up and unstoppering the potion.
He tipped his head back, and swallowed it, the thick liquid sliding down his throat while his slender neck worked to slurp down every last drop.
"Well, all of that stops now! I'm gonna smash the Demon Queen's forces, cut off her head, and then reanimate it so it can tell all of the bards exactly how awesome and manly I looked when I kicked her teeth in!"
"Yay!" Cassie jumped up and down, clapping enthusiastically.
âJust gotta wait for this potion to⊠to kick inâŠâ Alexis frowned. Heâd been expecting a surge of manly, testosterone-fuelled energy, but instead, he felt almost woozy. He put a hand to his head.
âWhat, uh⊠whatâs going on?â
Cassie cocked her head, looking curious, but didnât reply.
âI think I might⊠uhâŠâ Alexis looked down at his body, and was briefly terrified. Cassie must have given him the wrong potion! He wasnât changing at all, he was-
Oh. Hang on.
Alexis grinned. The floor suddenly seemed further away. It was working! He was growing! He'd shot up to about 6'6" in almost no time at all!
âThis is amazing, I bet I look way more intimidating now!â Alexis sounded like an excited kid on Solstice morning.
âWell, the rest of the changes havenât kicked in yet⊠and youâd probably need to get a different outfit for anyone to find you scary,â Cassie smiled, standing and walking around her friend.
That was hard to deny. On his new frame, his previously comfortable tunic and pants were stretched, with the former looking more like a crop top, and the latter appearing to be a pair of knee-length shorts. Alexis was so distracted by this fact that he didnât notice the change in Cassieâs attitude; her voice sounded more assured, less bubbly and over-the-top. She walked behind him while he thought about what new clothes heâd buy for himself, and caught him off guard with what she did next.
âI mean, how can anyone find you intimidating when this meagre scrap of fabric is so tightly stretched over your fat ass?â she reached out, and gave Alexisâ butt a hard smack, causing it to ripple and jiggle under his pants-cum-shorts.
âAh! Cassie, what are you doing?!â Alexis shocked himself by moaning, and found himself leaning over the counter, the expected adrenaline hit and fight-or-flight instinct replaced instead by a weakness in his knees.
âHmm⊠maybe the rest of the changes require a little manual stimulationâŠâ Cassie mused, before stepping forward, pressing her body against Alexisâ back and pinning him to the counter. Her hands came up, and found his chest, and before the swordsman could respond, she was groping Alexisâ toned, muscular pecs, digging her palms into him while her fingers played with his nipples. Alexis had always had sensitive nipples, a fact he was, fittingly, rather sensitive about; more than one princess had given them a playful tweak in the bedroom, and been surprised at how it was often enough to make him cum.
He wasn't quite so unlucky this time, the attention merely causing him to whine embarrassingly, and for something to stir in his new shorts...
That was small comfort, however, as Alexis felt something else swelling up.
"N-no wayâŠ" he looked down in horror as, with every squeeze, pinch, and fondle, his flat chest rounded out more and more. There was no doubt about it; it was a fat pair of tits!
"Oooh, nice rack," Cassie playfully pulled on both of his nipples, coaxing Alexisâ new breasts out of his chest, while the contact caused the hero to whine and rub his thighs together. Finally, he gathered the strength to push against Cassie, and she relented, stepping back and allowing Alexis to sink to the floor, on his knees. This couldn't be happening. The potion wasn't making him manly, it was turning him into some sort of weird Amazonian! What the hell was Cassie doing?
He looked up at her, and paused. Had Cassie always been so⊠red?
"God, you're so fucking gullible!"
Uh oh.
Alexis struggled to get to his feet, and found himself facing the Demon Queen.
Even at his new height, the Lord of the Underworld overtopped Alexis by a head, leaving him eye level with her tits, crammed into a black leather corset, the ruby red flesh almost spilling from the garment. The rest of her clothing didn't cover much more; the only concession to decency she'd made was the cloak draped over her shoulders, as beneath that she wore only the corset and a black thong, one which left the outline of her pussy clearly visible. Her smirk, lined with sharp teeth, and glowing orange eyes held Alexisâ gaze from beneath her black hood.
"What's going on? What have you done with Cassie?!" on paper, it should have sounded like a heroic demand, but Alexisâ voice was shaking (for more reasons than heâd like to admit), and it undermined the effect a little.
"Oh, relax, she's fine!" the Demon Queen waved her hand dismissively.
"She's in my fort, in a comfortable but secure room, playing with some old scientific equipment I scrounged up. I donât think sheâs even noticed that sheâs a prisoner! But I wouldn't be worrying about her so much, heroâŠ"
She stepped forward, and Alexis didn't even hesitate to back off, straight into the counter. He scrambled, pushing himself up so that he was sitting on it, and was about to swing his legs around and flee into the back room when the Demon Queen took each of his thighs in an iron grip, her talons digging gently into the soft flesh.
"Not when I have you so powerless, and so helplessly in my clutches," she smiled, rubbing her hands up and down Alexis' thighs.
He whimpered, and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts, something which drew a coo of appreciation from the Demon Queen.
She extended a single talon and dragged it down the front of his trousers, allowing his cock to spring free. Even in so dire a situation, Alexis couldn't suppress a twinge of irritation that the potion had caused everything to grow except his dick, which remained stubbornly below average.
"Mmm, how cute!" the Queen pinched his cock between her thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing in circles around the head, and extracting a series of cute moans from the swordsman.
"I guess this explains why you were so pitifully desperate to be seen as manly, huh? So insecure about this lil thing that you'd slurp down the first potion I put in front of you to try and compensate," she laughed, and then dropped her voice into a lower, husker tone.
âBut thatâs ok, hero, I donât mind it when my partners are a little⊠undersizedâŠâ
Before Alexis could object to being called 'undersized', she opened her mouth, and her long, forked tongue made a lazy trail from the bottom of his dick to the tip. His protests were replaced by a whimper, as she pursed her lips, and pressed them ever so gently against Alexis' head.
"Oh, GoddessâŠ" he whined, arching his back as she slowly and teasingly engulfed his sensitive cock in her warm, wet mouth. She didn't even have to deep-throat him as she skilfully worked every inch, and, slowly but surely, Alexis felt his prick starting to shrink. He wasn't an idiot; heâd heard enough of these sorts of tales to know that if he let her continue, that damn potion would leave him stuck with a pussy, possibly forever. But instead of trying to push her off, all he could do was cover his eyes with his fingers, letting out girly moans as his will to fight was slurped out of his dick, along with a healthy dose of precum.
The Demon Queen looked up, and gave him a wink.
Then, one of her clawed hands reached up from between his thighs, and pinched one his nipples, now much larger and far more sensitive than they had been earlier.
"Noooo!" he squealed, sounding more like a slutty barmaid getting her ass groped by a hulking orc than the saviour of the land, as he blew his last ever tiny, watery load into the Demon Queen's mouth, and collapsed back with a sigh. He heard her grunt appreciatively as she effortlessly swallowed the pale goo, before pulling her lips back with a smack, revealing Alexis' new, puffy pink pussy. He looked down, and then slumped on the counter in despair.
When the Demon Queen snapped her fingers, transporting the two of them into her bedchambers deep in the guts of Hell, Alexis didnât even have the energy to panic.
Unfortunately, she wasnât done with him yet.
For the next few hours, Alexis was subjected to all kinds of torment; the Demon Queen flipped the hero over and ate out the fat ass her troops were always talking about fucking, she pinned his head down with her own behind and forced him to eat out the smelly, musky pussy that she'd had in that leather thong for days now; she gave his new tits a proper round of attention all to themselves, smacking and pinching and suckling, and they both discovered that Alexis was a bit of a squirter when she took both nipples into her mouth and gently sunk her fangs into them, his squeals of despair superimposed against the Demon Queen's squeals of delight. But even she grew tired eventually.
"Wh-why did you do this?" Alexis asked, the first time in over an hour he'd said anything coherent.
"Huh? What do you mean?" the Queen replied, lying down with her head between Alexis' thighs. She was gently lapping at his pussy again, too exhausted by their afternoon to do much except tease him.
"Well⊠I can still fight like this⊠I think Iâm actually more muscular than before⊠you could have just slipped me some sort of poison⊠ah!"
The Demon Queen smirked as she gently rolled Alexis' clit between her tongue and upper lip.
"Oh, but I don't want to kill you, sweetie! It wouldn't do me any good to make a martyr of you, not one bit⊠no, that won't do at allâŠ"
She shifted, and suddenly her face was directly opposite Alexis. She whispered, while one hand cupped his face.
"Instead, I'm going to fuck with that pretty little head of yours until you love me, and nothing will sell the nobles in this kingdom on the idea of surrendering like seeing my perfect princess clinging to my arm and begging to get her new cunt played with⊠doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Before Alexis could reply, she pushed her full, red lips against his own plump pink ones, gasping and moaning as she stole a kiss from him. She pushed her body against him, mashing their tits against one another, getting him fired up for another roundâŠ
"Mmm, good girl," she pulled away, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
 "I'll be back for some more fun soon, sweetie, you just get some rest for nowâŠ" and with that, she climbed off him, and walked to the doors of her chamber. She turned to give him one last wink, and left to go and do evil demonic queen things, with the doors wide open. Alexis pushed himself up a little, considering making a run for it, when Cassie walked by in the hallway, dozens of slightly blackened scientific instruments piled up in her hands.
 âOh, hi Alexis! You look really nice!â she smiled pleasantly, before turning and continuing on her way, humming a little tune to herself.
 Alexis groaned and slumped back into the bed, accepting defeat⊠for now.
part 2 of this little commission series iâm doing! Janice has a minor wardrobe malfunction on the train on her way to work! and when you have a cock as fucking *huge* as hers, a minor malfunction can end up being pretty embarrassing, especially when it happens right in front of a bashful older woman...~
sorry this chapter took so loooong :c i've been dealing with some pretty nasty motivation issues lately, but i finally managed to knuckle down and get this one bashed out!
Janice collapsed into her seat, and sighed with relief. She had run as fast as she could, and had still barely managed to catch the train! Sheâd worked up a bit of a sweat, to the point where her glasses had fogged up a little, but at least she wasnât gonna be late on the first day of her new job. As she relaxed back in her seat, she allowed her legs to carelessly spread apart, closing her eyes for a moment as she caught her breathâŠ
âHhah! Oh my godâŠâ
Janiceâs eyes flickered open. What was that? She glanced around the clean, modern carriage, and realised that there was only one other occupant, sitting opposite to her, an older, matronly-looking woman with short black hair, dressed in similarly formal office-wear to Janice. Even though her outfit was hardly suggestive, it also didnât do much to hide her body; Janice had to struggle not to stare at her huge, soft-looking breasts, and her cock gave a twitch as she imagined what it would be like to have them wrapped around herâŠ
Janice was so preoccupied that it took her a moment to realise that something was up with the woman. She was wide-eyed, one hand covering her mouth as she looked off to the side with her cheeks flushed, and hands bunched up in the material of her skirt. What was going on?
Janice glanced around absently, at the relatively normal, empty train car, and even looked out of the window as Vihdaleâs city centre whooshed by, wondering if anything was going on out there. Giving a mental shrug, she looked into her own lap⊠and felt her heart stop.Â
In her haste to get out of the house on time, she hadnât checked how well her new uniform fit. Sure, all of the individual components were sized properly, butâŠ
There was perhaps a two inch gap between the hem of her skirt, and the top of her stockings.Â
And that meant that she had been walking around with two inches of thick, twitching dickmeat totally exposed!
To make matters worse, the way her legs were spread was practically shoving it into the poor businesswomanâs face! No wonder she was so embarrassed! Without even thinking, Janice clamped her legs shut to hide her cock, and-
âHhhhnnn...âÂ
Her eyes rolled back as her cock was squeezed between her thick, meaty thighs, and Janice felt her body shaking.
Nooo⊠I canât⊠not right in front of someone elseâŠ
Janice took a few deep breaths, glancing down again, before letting out a whine.
Sure, her cock was hidden, but in her haste to leave the house that morning, she hadnât even put a bra on⊠and now her nipples were poking through the thin material of her blouse! Between that, the obviously lewd expression on her face, and the eyeful of girldick her new friend had already gottenâŠ
Oh fuck, she thinks Iâm some kind of perveeeeert⊠Janice whined internally, and even as she despaired, her sensitive, needy cock was begging for stimulation.
âI-Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to⊠y-yâknowâŠâ Janice looked up at the woman, and tried for a reassuring smile, but undercut it by biting her own lip, the feeling of the slick, cum-filled condom being squeezed around her dick distracting her.Â
âI just, I have this condition where Iâm, uh, I-Iâm really sensitive, Iâm so sorry, I just canât control itâŠâ
The older woman still wasnât replying, and Janice was starting to panic. She didnât want people to think she was some sort of exhibitionist. She wasnât like that, really! It wasnât her fault!
Nervously, the other passenger glanced around the empty train car.Â
Shitshitshit, is she gonna shout for help or something? Iâm so fucked, Iâm so fucked, Iâm so-
And then the woman reached up, deftly popped the top three buttons on her blouse, and pulled the two sides apart, revealing thatâŠ
 Janiceâs eyes widened. She wasnât wearing a bra either! This stranger was flashing her soft, heavy tits at Janice in public, her breathing ragged as she shook her chest a little, putting an appealing jiggle into them.Â
This was too much for Janice. She was trying desperately to keep herself under control, but this situation was just too perverted! Her hips twitched, and in one, two, three pumps between her thighs-
Sqqqrrrrlllcchhh~
âOhmyfuckinggodnoooooâŠâ Janice whined, even as her eyes rolled up in her head, and her fists clenched with a handful of miniskirt each. In a moment, the situation had turned from panic-inducing to utterly humiliating, as her already-bloated condom struggled dangerously to contain her second load of the day.
As she managed to refocus on her surroundings, Janice saw a familiar expression of shock and pity on the flasherâs face. But rather unusually, it didnât become one of disappointment. Rather, it looked a lot more likeâŠ
âFuuuck⊠that was hot,â she said, in a distinctive Georgian twang, idly twirling a finger around her hard nipples, seemingly in no hurry to rebutton her blouse.
âAre you seriously that much of a quickshot? Thatâs soooo cute⊠and youâve even got a little condom to catch it?â the woman stood, and strode over the space in the centre of the carriage, before dropping to her knees, and reaching up to firmly spread Janiceâs legs open.
âW-wait⊠what are you-â
âI have to get off at the next stop, so I donât have time to have any more fun with you, buuut⊠Iâll do a little trade with you,â she reached into her pocket, and extracted a business card.
âIâll give you my numberâŠâ
She tucked the card into the pocket of Janiceâs suit jacket.
âAnd you give me a liâl souvenirâŠâ
âI-I donât know what you- hhhaaaahhhâŠâ
Janice realised that she had badly misjudged Hayley (the name she had seen in her brief glimpse of the business card). Rather than being embarrassed and bashful, it turned out that she was actually a total pervert! The only reason sheâd looked anxious was because she was worried sheâd get caught acting like one!
Janice squirmed as Hayleyâs carefully manicured nails lightly brushed the still-sensitive base of her cock. Then she squirmed a lot more when she realised that Hayley was trying to slide her condom off.
âN-no, wait, I need th-that, you canât justâŠâ
âPfft, come on, after dumpinâ a load like that? Those balls are nice and drained, honey, and I want a tasteâŠâ
Apparently Hayley was so fixated on getting a taste of Janiceâs cum that she hadnât realised that she was still completely hard, totally overwhelmed by the fact that a gorgeous older woman was kneeling in front of her, soft tits less than a foot away from her cock, and lightly touching it, carefully sliding off the stretched, blue latex.
âS-seriously, Iâm gonna⊠Iâm gonnaâŠâ
âShout for help? Seriously? Come on, sweetie, just lie back and enjoy itâŠâ
Iâm gonna cum, you dumb pervvvv⊠Janice thought, but she could barely form single vowels, never mind a full sentence. Sheâd just have to try and tough it out. After all, if she came now, it wouldnât just be embarrassing; Hayley had slid the condom almost halfway off her cock, meaning it would make a huge mess, to say the least.
Janice grit her teeth, closed her eyes, desperately attempted to ignore the sensations from between her legs, not to mention the soft cooing and moaning coming from roughly the same area...
âFuck, what a nasty cock⊠such a waste, if you actually had any stamina, Iâd have let you drag me into the bathroom by now⊠nnfff, this thing would stretch me out so goooodâŠâ Janice could feel Hayleyâs hot breath against every inch of slick, cum-coated girlmeat, and tried very hard not to think about what it would be like to feel her soft, plump lips against her dickâŠ
âBut just because your cock is totally worthless doesnât mean your cum will be, it smells incredibleâŠâ Hayley whined, as the undeniably heavy musk that accompanied all of Janiceâs oversized loads filled the empty carriage.Â
âAlmost⊠got it⊠there!â with a truly depraved sluuurp noise, Hayley finally pulled the condom free, leaving Janiceâs cock twitching and leaking directly onto the floor of the carriage. Nonetheless, Janice breathed a sigh of relief. Sheâd actually managed to hold on! She felt very pleased with herself, right up until she opened her eyes, just in time to see Hayley lean in and plant a soft little smooch right on the tip.
Janiceâs balls churned. Her cock twitched. Her toes curled.Â
And she spurted rope after jelly-thick rope of nasty, yellow girl goo all over Hayley, the trainâs floor, and even on herself!
For the second time in under five minutes, Janice gasped as she tried to get her breath back after blowing her load. She looked down at Hayley, who, at least, no longer looked quite so smug.
Rather, the older businesswoman had a completely stunned expression. Her clothes were ruined. Thick, yellow streaks of cum were clearly visible on her blouse, and her breasts were almost completely coated. Her makeup was also a write-off; with the consistency of glue, Janiceâs cum drooled down Hayleyâs face, and she blinked in shock a few times.Â
For a few moments, the two sat together, in silence, untilâŠ
âThe next stop is Jack Street Station,â a slightly tinny voice came over the intercom. At the same time, both women felt the train begin to slow.
âWell, this has been fun,â Hayley stood, rebuttoning her blouse as quickly as sheâd opened it.
âBut, this is my stop. Give me a call if you wanna do this again sometime, cutie,â she winked at Janice, before deftly tying off the overfull condom, and slipping it into her bag.
âOh, and uh⊠you might wanna duck into the bathroom before anyone at the station sees you.â
Janice, still struggling to generate coherent thoughts, nonetheless managed to push herself onto her feet, wobbling dangerously on her shaky legs and tall heels. Hayleyâs eyes were briefly fixed on Janiceâs still-hard cock as it swayed back and forth, now totally out in the open as Janiceâs skirt had ridden up.
âW-wait, but what are you going to-â
Janice stopped mid-sentence as Hayley reached into her purse again, and pulled out a pair of sleek, fashionable sunglasses. She pulled her suit jacket closed, hiding most of her ruined blouse, and then held her hand over the lower half of her face, as if she was deep in thought.Â
âThis isnât the first time Iâve made a mess like this in public, dear,â she replied, as the tell-tale squeal of the trainâs brakes indicated to Janice that she had maybe twenty seconds to get her cock out of sight.Â
âNow go on, Iâll see you around!â she reached out, grabbed Janice by the shoulders, and turned her around, before pushing her in the direction of the bathroom. Janice stumbled, but managed to maintain her balance. As she pushed the button which slid the door open, she looked around just in time to see the train pulling to a stop in a crowded station, with Hayley standing at the door, waiting to exit. She turned, and removed her hand to give Janice a final wave, briefly exposing her cum-covered face, before the doors opened, and Janice ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Valentineâs Day Surprise: Chapter 2 - Day 7: January 20th
Mel is worried about her adorably small dick, and decides to take part  in an experimental trial for a new drug called Gro-Me! Follow her  progress as she tries to transform her adorable little quickshot cock  into a thick, twitching breedpole, all in time to impress her girlfriend  Luca on Valentine's Day!
Of course, with an incredibly sadistic scientist overseeing the trial,  and strange side-effects appearing with every dose, it might not be that  simple...~
âCurrent date, January 20th. This is just a quick check-in with Test Subject #001-A, to measure the effects of Eros Corporation Limitedâs âGro-Meâ drug on a human test subject, after one week of continuous use. So, how are you feeling?â
Mel smiled into the camera.
âIâm really good! The pills are working super well!â
Dr. Addams leaned back in her chair, and crossed her legs, the smooth nylon of her pantyhose shining under the bright laboratory lights.
âIs that so? What has the effect been so far?â
Without hesitation, Mel stood up, and, after some excited fumbling, pulled her pants down to her knees. The difference was obvious; her flaccid cock had almost doubled in size, still on the smaller side, but not absurdly so.
Dr. Addams stroked her chin, and gave a hm of approval.
âUm⊠do you need to do any of the tests you did last time, orâŠ?â Mel tried not to sound hopeful. The fact was, she hadnât been able to stop thinking about anything that Dr. Addams had said for the past week, and part of her had been looking forward to more...
âOh, thereâs no need for that this session, weâre just covering your progress, which looks good, and any potential side effects you may be experiencing. Do you have any to report?â
Mel seriously considered pushing the issue, but decided against it. She shouldnât get used to doing stuff like that.
âWell, there have been a couple of thingsâŠâ
âSuch as?â
âUh⊠itâs a little embarrassing, but⊠it gets hard a lot more easily nowâŠâ
Dr. Addams tilted her head curiously, and the ghost of that same cruel smirk she had worn last session crossed her features.
âIs that so? Interesting⊠the subject's penis responds much more readily to stimulus⊠could you give us some examples of what sorts of stimuli are most effective?â
Mel shivered, despite the comfortable temperature of the lab.Â
âIâŠâ
Every time Luca bends over to pick something up, I canât think about anything except grabbing her hips and filling her ass with cock. Every time she leaves the house, all those things you said about her cheating on me come flooding back and I canât help but jerk off while thinking about it. Every time she makes a cute little joke about my âlittle friendâ I want to push her to her knees and cockslap her.
âJ-just morning wood, that kinda thing, yâknow?â
Dr. Addams was scribbling furiously on her clipboard.
âI see. And has the consistency or amount of your ejaculations changed in any way?â
âUm⊠is that normal?â
Because I used to just be able to quietly rub one out in the bathroom or even in bed and it wasnât noticeable, but now itâs thick and heavy and it smells kinda bad⊠it gets stuck under my foreskin if I leave it without washing...
âVery. The drug works by inducing growth in various parts of your sexual anatomy, and one of the expected effects of this is an increase in the rate of semen production.â
âTh-then yeah, I guess itâs a little thickerâŠâ
Dr. Addams smiled to herself. She seemed to be hearing everything she wanted to.
âExcellent. And, if I might ask, have there been any changes to your refractory period?â
Mel paused. This was one area where she didnât really need to downplay anything.
âUm⊠not really, no. I need a rest after I cum, same as ever. Should there be a change?â
With a frown, Dr. Addams added a few more notes to her clipboard. Then she placed it on the table, and steepled her fingers together, looking thoughtful.
âWe were expecting to see some shifts, but the fact that there havenât been any is no cause for concern. They might take a while to manifest, or they may never appear at all. Thatâs why we do these trials, after all, to test and see if our hypotheses about these drugs are correct. At any rate, it sounds as if things are proceeding more or less as expected. I have no qualms about signing off on another weekâs worth of pills for you, if youâre happy to continue with the study?â
Mel nodded quickly, eager to get home with more Gro-Me. Sure, she hadnât been expecting quite so many odd side effects, but she couldnât argue with the results!
Valentineâs Day Surprise: Chapter 1 - Day 1: January 13th
Mel is worried about her adorably small dick, and decides to take part in an experimental trial for a new drug called Gro-Me! Follow her progress as she tries to transform her adorable little quickshot cock into a thick, twitching breedpole, all in time to impress her girlfriend Luca on Valentine's Day!
Of course, with an incredibly sadistic scientist overseeing the trial, and strange side-effects appearing with every dose, it might not be that simple...~
hey y'all! i'd hoped to have this whole story finished for today, but unfortunately real life is a butt, so I only have the first two chapters ready to post! i really hope everyone enjoys them, and i'll try to get the rest up soon! <3
âCurrent date, January 13th. This is the first day of the month-long trial of Eros Corporation Limitedâs new experimental enhancement drug, designation #7567, currently named âGro-Meâ. Iâm Dr. Addams, and Iâm sitting with Test Subject #001-A. Todayâs interview is just getting to know the subject, gathering a little information, and making sure that sheâs right for this project. Would you care to introduce yourself for the camera, and explain why youâre here?â
Dr. Addams certainly looked like someone who worked for a company that dealt in biological and sexual enhancements. Plump, pink lips which hung slightly open when she wasnât talking, pure platinum blonde hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail, and two big, soft, natural-looking tits straining the buttons on the blouse she wore under her lab coat⊠it was enough to make Test Subject #001-A, aka Mel, feel a little insecure about her relatively flat chest, among other things.
She squirmed in her seat, on the opposite side of the table to the scientist, playing with the frayed sleeves of her thick sweater. It wasnât just the fact that Dr. Addams was hot that was making her nervous; the sterile white walls of the lab, the camera, the formal tone of it all, it was a little overwhelming⊠and that wasnât even getting into the fact that the whole thing was very embarrassing. But Mel was a woman on a mission. She took a breath, before smiling into the camera.
âHi, Iâm Mel! Iâm 28 years old, and, uhâŠâ
She paused, and drummed her fingers on the table between herself and the scientist, who raised an eyebrow expectantly. Melâs cheeks darkened.
âI⊠uh⊠Iâm participating in this study because IâmâŠâ
Mel trailed off, staring at her lap as the blush spread from her cheeks to cover her whole face. The scientist leaned forward, smirking at her test subject.
âIâm sorry, would you mind speaking up?âMel made an embarrassed little squeak.
âI⊠I want a bigger dick⊠to impress my girlfriend, Luca, for Valentineâs day!â
She had hoped that would be enough detail, but the scientist nodded, and then said âWould you mind telling us what size it is currently? Erect length in inches, for preference.â
âThatâs not what you wrote on your application form,â Dr. Addams interjected, her smile only widening.
Uuuggghh⊠donât make me say iiitâŠ
âItâs⊠two and a halfâŠâ
âWhen you can actually get it hard,â Dr. Addams finished for her, before scribbling something in her notes.
âY-yeah⊠my girlfriend says it doesnât bother her, b-but I sometimes worry that someone with something bigger is going to come along and⊠yâknowâŠâ
Dr. Addams nodded solemnly without looking up from her clipboard.
âAnd just to wrap up our data collection, could you show the camera what weâre starting with here?â
Mel blinked.
âI⊠what do you mean?â
Dr. Addams looked up again.
âJust strip down a little so we can see how big- well, what size you currently have.â
Mel squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Maybe this whole thing had been a bad idea⊠but sheâd come this far already. She wasnât going to back out now, especially since sheâd probably end up having to document her... growth several more times. May as well get used to it now.
âOK, hereâŠâ
Mel stood up, and, with shaky hands, pulled down her jeans. Dr. Addamsâ eyes widened.
âOh dear⊠subject #001-A has⊠a deficiency, certainlyâŠâ
Mel felt like sinking into the floor. She glanced down at her crotch, and was met with the same sight she always was; her cock, a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of her skin, sitting limply against a set of nuts that were only slightly smaller than average, which only further underscored how pathetically small it was, at barely an inch long.
âWeâll need to look again into subject #001-Aâs claims about her size, she may have been erroneously factoring in the length of her foreskin,â Dr. Addams noted, leaning across the table, getting so close that Mel could feel her breath against her drooping, oversized foreskin.
âCould you demonstrate how much⊠larger⊠it gets when youâre hard?â she asked. Mel felt like she was going to die. Dr. Addamsâ constant veiled remarks about her cock were mortifying, and yet⊠she couldnât deny that having such an attractive girl examining her dick so closely felt kind of niceâŠ
With that in mind, Mel bit her lip, nodded, and then reached down, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the head of her cock. Gently, she started stroking, closing her eyes, and picturing Lucaâs face. Her raven-black hair, soft, chubby body, the way she smiled and flirted with her...
âSo⊠you want a bigger dick to make sure your girlfriend doesnât cheat on you?â
Melâs eyes snapped open. Dr. Addams had put her clipboard down, and was now resting her chin in her hand, leaning across the table, only a few inches from Melâs dick.
âY-yeah, I guessâŠâ Mel gasped, feeling herself starting to harden.
âAre you sure sheâs not cheating on you already?â her smirk had gone from teasing to downright wicked.
âBecause if my girlfriendâs cock was that pathetic, Iâd totally be getting pounded behind her back⊠maybe thatâs what sheâs doing while youâre at this appointment! Inviting some hung stud over, getting stretched in the same bed you usually disappoint her in?â
Melâs breathing was getting faster. This was awful. She didnât want to hear this. ButâŠ
âI mean⊠I havenât even taken any supplements, but my cock is a nice, meaty, nine incher⊠maybe I should make some house calls during your treatment? Introduce myself to Luca, get nice and friendly with her, and then dump a few loads into her cunt while you watch.â
âNnnhhh⊠d-donât⊠donât say thaaaatâŠâ Mel whined pathetically.
âNo? You donât wanna think about your girlfriend being used as a cumdump for hung studs? Or rather⊠you want her to be your cumdump, donât you? You want her to get on her knees, and beg for your cockâŠâ
âY-yes⊠fuck, I doâŠâ Mel replied, increasing her pace.
âClose your eyes⊠imagine that pathetic little nub is actually the fat fucking breeder meat youâre going to have when you finish this treatment⊠stuffing it into that cheating whoreâs pussy and making sure she swears off any cock except yoursâŠâ the supposedly professional scientist looked up, undoing a few buttons on her blouse, and exposing an inviting valley of cleavage to Mel.
âHhh- th-thatâs awfulâŠâ she might have been whining, but Mel was now rock hard, and her balls were drawing up, getting ready to unloadâŠ
âGo on. Creampie her. Make her yours,â Dr. Addams purred, and that was enough to tip Mel over the edge. With a moan, she fired a few thin, watery strings of cum, which landed on Dr. Addamsâ chest, before collapsing back into her chair, her legs feeling weak.
Dr. Addams extracted a tissue from the small box on the table, and smartly wiped the dribble of cum off her tits, before walking over to the trash can in the corner, and disposing of it with a look of contempt on her face. She came back over just as Mel was getting her breath back.
âSubject was brought to orgasm in less than one minute by fantasies of her significant other cheating on her, and has indeed overestimated the size of her erect penis by at least half an inch. In my opinion, this shows conclusively that she is a good fit for this study, and I will be sending her home with one weekâs supply of Gro-Me. Iâll arrange an appointment to check in with subject #001-A when that time has elapsed. End recording.â
Dr. Addams thumbed the red button on the video camera, before buttoning up her blouse again.
âW-wait⊠s-so all those things you were saying⊠were just part of the experiment?â Mel asked, pulling up her jeans and getting to her feet, feeling rather embarrassed.
âOh, completely! I would never say such awful things sincerely,â Dr. Addams replied. Mel really wished she could believe her, but the sheer glee that had been in her voice when she had been saying all thatâŠ
She shook it off. So her methods were a little unconventional. It wasnât like Mel was taking part in a conventional study. She could roll with the weirdness, as long as it meant she got a bigger cock out of it⊠right?Â
At first glance, Janice seems to be the archetypical femstud; she's gorgeous, busty, and most importantly, has a huge, uncut bitchbreaker between her legs... the only problem is, she has zero stamina to back it up! Her cock is always leaking, is almost impossible to keep soft, and while feeling a light breeze isn't quite enough to make Janice empty her fat nuts, it'd certainly make her oversensitive girlmeat *twitch*... can she get through an entire day of her new job without embarassing herself by prematurely cumming in front of her new colleagues? Definitely not~
an anonymous commission! <3
Janice tugged her shiny black stockings up her legs, a piece of toast clenched between her teeth as her eyes darted across the room for a quick glance at the kitchen clock. Fuck, she was gonna be so late! She only had ten minutes until her train left, and she was half-asleep, barely dressed, and a total mess! Not to mentionâŠ
Janice glanced down between her legs, where sixteen thick, girthy inches of girlmeat bobbed innocently, curving upward until the end was practically level with her belly button! A thick layer of foreskin covered almost the entire length of her aching, twitching shaft, exposing only the very tip, which, even as Janice looked at it, responded to a deep twitch by leaking gooey, pearly-white precumâŠ
She bit her lip; usually before she set off, sheâd make sure to⊠âtake careâ of her little problem, but there was no time this morning. It was the first day of her new job, and she couldnât afford to be late! Sheâd just have to skip straight to step twoâŠ
Stuffing the last of her toast into her mouth and getting to her feet, the girl was acutely aware that she was wearing only her stockings, and a pair of 5-inch, glossy black office heels. The rest of her new uniform was still in a heap on the coffee table, having arrived late the previous night. Janice click-clacked into her bedroom, and as she did she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, noting that from the neck-up, with her smart glasses, pretty face, and her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looked like a model employee. From the neck down, howeverâŠ
Janiceâs cock throbbed as she gave herself a quick examination. It was just a fact; she was a total knockout, and her fat, perky, breasts wobbled gently as she couldnât help but strike a pose or two. It was a little embarrassing to admit, but more than once, sheâd spent entire evenings masturbating to her own reflection, spraying her mirror with cum over and over again, and memories of such occasions washed over Janice as her pink nipples stuck lewdly out, lowering her hand to gently brush against her cockâŠ
No! I donât have time for that!
With some difficulty, Janice tore her gaze away from her own reflection, and made her way over to the dresser next to her bed, trying not to think about the way her rock-hard, oversized dick, and equally oversized chest, jiggled as she walked.
I can do this, I still have timeâŠ
A few moments later, Janice had retrieved her prize from the dresser; her box of XXXL Monster Slut-Breaker-brand condoms.
Between her drop-dead gorgeous appearance, huge cock, and the ample supply of condoms in her dresser, you might be forgiven for thinking that Janice was a total stud, regularly bringing girls back to her room to pound with the monstrous bitchbreaker between her thighs. However, the reality was quite differentâŠ
âOk, come on Janice, you can do thisâŠâ she murmured to herself, lying back on her bed and feeling her breath quicken as she ripped open a packet, tossing the foil to the side before pressing the cool, slick latex against the leaking tip of her cockâŠ
âHhhaaa!!â she whined, feeling her balls churn just at the minor contact. She took a few breaths, and tried again, much more gently this time, throwing her head back and whining as she slowly, carefully rolled the cool, blue latex over her cock.Â
âNnnnhhh⊠a-almost⊠got itâŠâ Janice writhed as she almost managed to tug it all the way to the base⊠but she was already too worked up. Her hips involuntarily swung upwards, and the condom gave a worrying creak as it was suddenly stuffed with monster girlcock, all while Janiceâs eyes rolled back and her overstuffed nuts unloaded into the slick latex.
âN-nooooâŠâ she whimpered, hips twitching as the mere feeling of putting a condom on caused her huge, oversensitive bitchmeat to cum.
This was why, at 27 years old, Janice was still a virgin; her cock was huge, but she was such a hopeless premature ejaculator that even this much stimulation reduced her to a quivering, shaking wreck!
She had tried everything over the years. Hours a day getting soaked with sweat while doing squats to try and strengthen her pelvic floor had given Janice a firm, gropeable ass, and had affected her sexual performance not one bit. She had hoped to find more success with edging, but while she could, if she was really careful, spend hours gently stroking and teasing her cock, as soon as she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few firm, meaty pumps, she would completely lose control, and find herself lying in a gasping heap, her entire upper body coated in cum! Hypnosis had been her last hope for a DIY fix, but as it turns out, being constantly hyperaware of the fact that she was about to cum had left Janice entirely too wired to actually sink into a trance, and so a few weeks of this training regimen had left the poor girl with a cock that was exactly as sensitive as it had been before, and an embarrassing new fetish for pretty girls softly and sweetly calling her a âhopeless premature ejaculatorâ...
Janice rolled over, and got to her feet on shaky legs, examining the condom, and sighing with relief when she found that it hadnât ripped. More than once, sheâd ended up leaving the house late because sheâd had to try on condom after condom, each one tearing as she got carried away and slammed it full of sensitive, virgin girldick. Or worse still, on one particularly embarrassing occasion, she hadnât even noticed that it had broken until she was already out, and a little light flirting and touching had caused her to blow her load all over her dateâs shoes!Â
This was why she had to be so meticulous about putting on her condom every morning; even still, it was a humiliating ritual, and Janice often felt incredibly pathetic when her balls dumped a load of heavy, virile ball goo at so little stimulation⊠although she couldnât deny that part of her found it rather hot.
Carefully, she reached down, and tucked her cock into her right stocking, trying not to touch the still-hard bitchmeat more than she had to. Janice knew from experience that it usually took at least six or seven rapid-fire, ball-draining, toe-curling orgasms just to get soft for a few hours, and she simply didnât have enough time this morning! Trying not to think about the very obvious bulge her erection created in the stocking, she threw on the blouse, jacket, and office skirt that constituted the rest of her uniform, and ran for the door.
Don't think your boss hasn't noticed you staring; the way her soft, pillowy tits are stuffed into those tiny little blouses turns you into a blushy, stammering mess whenever she's around! And unfortunately for you, she's also noticed that you seem to be spending more time jerking off to her than you do actually working... let's see if she can help you with that~
a short gender neutral reader-insert story (for readers with cocks, anyway). i tried something a little different this time, as the entire text of the story is just Ms Helena's dialogue as she teases and humiliates you! maybe it would work as an audio script, come to think of it... anyway! hope you all enjooooy~
"Come in! Oh, hi, the new intern, right? What did you say your name was again? Ahh, that's it, thanks for reminding me dear. No, don't sit down, this won't take longâŠ
"Let me be extremely blunt, sweetie. You've been staring at my tits. A lot. Don't get me wrong, a little peek here and there never hurt anyone⊠but you? You're obsessed. No, don't try to deny it. Here, let me just pull up⊠there. See this chart? It's the productivity monitor on your computer. And these dips here? The days when your productivity dived over 30%? Those just so happen to be the days when I came to work wearing a nice, tight blouse with a few buttons undone. Nothing too flirty, or suggestive⊠but, well, you wouldn't be staring at these if they fit properly into clothes like that, would you?
"Hm? Sure, I guess a simple drop in productivity doesn't prove anything, buuut⊠these are also the days when you take by far the most bathroom breaks. Care to explain that? No? You seem to have gone all quiet⊠and red.
"Honestly, I don't know why you're making such a big deal out being caught. I don't care if you're jerking off to my boobs- hell, I consider it a compliment- but when you're spending over an hour every shift locked in a toilet stall, railing your fist to my tits? That's a problem. So, I need you to take thisâŠ
"Pfffthahaha! Gosh, the way your eyes lit up! Sorry hon, I may be handing you a condom, but I'm not going to have sex with you. No, that's to make sure you don't get any of it on my carpetâŠ
"Hm? What am I talking about? Well, isn't it obvious? Clearly, you can't be trusted to handle this little problem on your own⊠so from now on, you're going to require my supervision to jerk off while you're at work.
"I'm completely serious. If you're left to your own devices, you'll just sit in that bathroom stall, edging and leaking for hours, probably while looking at creepshots of me on your phone! Well, not anymore. From now on, if you feel the urge to masturbate while you're working, you come in here, strip down, and do it where I can keep an eye on you. So come on. Take them off, put the condom on, and get stroking.
"Oh? I think you'll find I can do this. If you won't do as you're told, all it takes is one email to HR to say I'm uncomfortable with the way you're looking at me⊠an intern like you will just get fired on the spot for something like that. But don't worry, hon; I think you have a good work ethic, and when you're not so distracted by the way my big, soft tits look in these little blouses, you get a lot done! So I don't want to have to fire you unless I absolutely have to.
"But I'll still do it. If I have to.
"Fufufu, that's what I thought, where was this motivation earlier? That's right, drop 'em, let me get a look at it!
"Aw, poor thing⊠this is probably the part in all those stories you read online where the cute, dorky virgin unexpectedly shocks the big bad office lady with their huge, nasty cock⊠sorry hon, but I've had bigger. I have a dozen sidepieces who can stretch me out if I need them to, so why would I need you?
"Ooh! Gosh, hearing that made it twitch⊠you like that? Thinking about your boss sucking thick, oversized cocks? Getting these fat tits you're so obsessed with glazed in cum? How cuteâŠ
"Come on, we don't have all day, get nice and hard for me, ok sweetie? That's right⊠now get that condom on! Don't want any of that loser cum ending up on my floor, after all.
"Don't look at me like that dear, you are a loser! I mean, if you weren't, you wouldn't be standing here, eyes glued to your boss' breasts while you jerk that dickâŠ
"Gosh, you seem like you're expecting something⊠what, you think I'm gonna unbutton my top? Take my boobs out for you to stare at? Hmmm⊠no. Seeing them through my clothes was enough for you before, so that should be enough now.
"Although, I don't mind helping you in⊠other ways⊠sucking on the end of my pen⊠making lewd jerk-off motions with my hand⊠oooh, and making suckfaces. You like it when I do this? Nnnhhh⊠yeah? You wanna just slide your cock between my nice, soft, plump lips, and dump your load in my mouth while I vacuum suck you?
"Well, too bad! Keep jerking off to me⊠that's right, work that fist, pack every inch of your cock inside it, treat it like I let my boytoys treat my cuntâŠ
"Oh? Getting close already? How adorable⊠just from your hand, and a little light teasing. Hm? Can I make a certain face for you to cum over?
"Fufufufu, you fucking perv... fine, I'll do that for you, sure. Just gotta cross my eyes⊠stick out my tongue⊠aaaahhh⊠there we go, drain those fucking ballsâŠ
"Nnhhh⊠gosh, you're bloating that condom, save some for your tissue box later tonight, at least!
"All done? Good! Now, get dressed again⊠I want your productivity to be at least 50% higher for the rest of the day. And if it's not? Then I'll just talk about this little chat with HR⊠are we understood? Fufufu, I'm glad⊠now⊠back to work, sweetieâŠ"
WARNING: this story contains some elements of dubcon!
itâs time for a spooky Halloween story! Darla bites off a little more than she can chew when she swaps out her werewolf girlfriend's anti-lycanthropy potion for a fake! Can she avoid getting knotted and used as a breeding bitch by her sweet, loving, totally feral girlfriend?
Probably not!~
Having a partner who suffered from lycanthropy had its ups and downs, Darla reflected to herself. On the one hand, the curse was relatively easy to control; every full moon, her beloved girlfriend Tabby simply had to drink a tasteless mixture consisting of knobweed sap, dalewillow, and trace amounts of silver, mixed into water, which suppressed her transformation and kept her in human form, even when standing directly in moonlight. Darla wasnât what youâd call an accomplished sorcerer, but the potion was easy enough to concoct for even an enthusiastic amateur witch, and it gave her an excuse to break out the pointy hats and spooky outfits, so there was never any trouble in getting Tabby her dose of potion.Â
However, other effects were a little less easy to controlâŠ
âNnnhhh⊠f-fuck⊠cumminggggâŠâ Tabby whined, her small, slender body tensing up as she desperately smacked her hips against Darlaâs fat, wobbling butt, the taller girl letting out a breathy moan as she felt the twitching girldick inside her dump yet another load into her ass.
Darla felt her eyes rolling back in her head. Unfortunately, while Tabbyâs transformation could be effectively controlled, there was no cure for other aspects of her curse; that is to say, there was no way to stop her from going into heat. The small, shy girl was a mess at the best of times, but every month, as the full moon approached, she would grow increasingly nervous and jittery. And the worst part was that even though Darla was more than happy to let Tabby use her body to relieve some of the stress, she was so embarrassed by her condition that she often struggled to ask!
On one particularly memorable occasion, Darla had been forced to pin Tabby down in the back of the car, push her legs open, and spear her own throat on the fat, throbbing fuckrod that was hanging between her girlfriendâs thighs, because despite the girlâs insistence that she was fine and didnât need any help, she had popped a huge, noticeable boner right in the middle of the store!
All of this meant that managing to get the girl into bed, and dumping loads into Darla, was quite an achievement. And even thenâŠ
âO-OK, I think Iâm good now, th-thanks DarlaâŠâ gasped Tabby, as she started to pull her hips back, extracting inch after inch of still rock-hard cock from Darlaâs ass.
Darla looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend, and raised a disbelieving eyebrow, before deliberately squeezing her ass around Tabbyâs cock, smirking at the lewd squeal this extracted from the girl, before her expression turned a little more serious.
âSeriously? Come on, Tab, weâve talked about this, you need to make sure youâre taking care of yourself properly when youâre in heat! I know itâs embarrassing, but Iâm here to help, ok?â she tried to give a reassuring smile, but while Tabby was nodding in agreement, it was clear that she was attempting to retreat.Â
âI-I know, and I feel fine now, I promise!â she said, sounding thoroughly unconvincing.Â
Darla sighed, and pushed her hips back, moaning as she took a few inches of girldick back into her ass.
âI know youâre worried that I canât handle all this,â she wiggled her ass around the ten inch long pillar of girlmeat that was half-buried inside her, âbut I promise, I totally can! I canât say Iâve taken bigger, but⊠well, letâs just say Iâm very used to it by now~â
Tabby merely bit her lip again, cheeks flushed as she tried to look anywhere but at Darlaâs face.
âFine,â the tall witch finally relented, âyou should probably go and drink your potion now anyway, itâs getting dark out thereâŠâ
Tabby nodded eagerly.
âUm⊠can we cuddle under the covers for a while after thatâŠ?â
Darla smiled indulgently.
âOf course hon, Iâll be waiting for you.â
Darla rolled over as Tabby went into the next room for her potion, getting to her feet and pulling the closed curtains open a little, and peeking out at the street. Poor Tabby. She was just so bashful; cuddles and kisses were like catnip for her, but she had one of the most severe cases of sexual repression Darla had ever seen! It felt like some sort of cruel, cosmic joke that the shy girl suffered from such a lewd affliction, unable to properly find some relief from it!
Tonight, however, Darla thought she might be able to help with that a littleâŠ
She returned to the bed without closing the curtains, and climbed under the covers, holding them up as Tabby came back into the room, naked apart from a blanket that she was awkwardly holding over her throbbing, diamond-hard prick, and balls which were still obviously packed with cum. Darla didnât say anything though, simply allowing the girl to climb into bed next to her, and then draping her body over her girlfriend, giving her a few soft, gentle kisses on the nose. They lay like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying the warmth of one anotherâs bodies, before Darlaâs hand started to drift downwardsâŠ
Tabby, predictably, protested.
âDarlaaaaa...â she whined, wriggling under her girlfriend.
Darla tutted in return.
âSweetie, if I just leave this, we both know that youâre gonna have trouble sleeping, and even when you do, youâll have lots of horribly lewd dreams during the night, and weâre both going to wake up covered in your cum,â she teased, her hand gently stroking up and down the long, aching shaft.
âAnd we also both know how embarrassed you get when you have one of your little, ahem, accidents, donât we?â
Tabby could only moan in response, her cock treacherously responding to Darlaâs attention.Â
âAnd besidesâŠâ
Darla shifted, and suddenly her soft, squishy asshole was pressing against the tip of Tabbyâs cock again, while the smaller girl was pinned beneath her girlfriendâs weight.
âItâs a dangerous time of the month for me⊠what if something happens during the night and I get knocked up?~â
Tabby was now covering her crimson face with her hands, knowing full well that Darla was right, but unwilling to acknowledge it.
âI get the feeling youâre gonna get a lot more eager soon~â
âHuhâŠ?â replied Tabby, peeking out from behind her hands.Â
âWhat do you-âÂ
And then a sliver of moonlight shone through the gap that Darla had left in the curtains, straight onto Tabbyâs skin.
âHhhaaa!!~â
Tabby had once described the feeling of transforming to Darla. Apparently, her skin became hyper-sensitive, feeling almost like an electric shock as her body grew and changed. The way she had talked about it hadnât sounded especially pleasant, but something about the way her cheeks flushed and her legs crossed as she related the experience to Darla had made the girl suspicious that there was a little more to it than that.
Now, watching Tabbyâs eyes roll back and her tongue hang out as her small form began to grow, Darla was certain of it.
âWh-what did you⊠hhhhâŠâ Tabby groaned, as Darla leaned in and nuzzled her face, cooing softly.
âGosh, I guess I must have mixed up your potion with some water!â she replied, making no effort to convince Tabby that it had been a genuine mistake.
âOh my god noooo⊠p-please, itâs so embarrassing, you canâtâŠâ
Darla pouted.
âYouâre never going to get over how embarrassing it is if you keep acting this way, you know,â she chided her girlfriend, as soft, shiny grey fur started to form all over Tabbyâs body.
âPlusâŠâ
She licked her lips, and wiggled her hips eagerly.
âI think youâre gonna enjoy this a lot~â
And with that, she slammed her hips down, effortlessly taking all ten inches of her girlfriendâs cock!
âNnggghhhâŠâ
âF-fuuuuck!!~â
Tabbyâs endurance had never been the best, but clearly the heightened sensitivity brought about by her transformation had run it into the ground; she squealed as her balls tightened against the base of her cock, and her tongue was left hanging out of her mouth as she sprayed Darlaâs insides with cum.
Darla, for her part, was just enjoying the feeling of getting her ass stretched⊠and stretched⊠andâŠ
âHhhaa⊠w-wait⊠holy shit, itâs even bigger when you turnâŠ?â she gasped. Sure enough, while she was proud to say she could easily handle Tabbyâs oversized girldick normally, she could feel the prick inside her swelling, and her eyes rolled back as she realised that there was no way she wasnât gonna end up gaped from this!
She managed to focus her eyes on Tabbyâs face for a moment, and was taken aback by how much it had already changed.
Her girlfriendâs teeth were sharpening, and her eyes flashed bright yellow as she let out a low, throaty growl. Before Darla could even think about catching her breath, she felt a pair of strong, clawed hands grabbing her hipsâŠÂ
âTab? Can you still hear me? Iâm gonna start moving now, so-â
And then Darla cut herself off with an embarrassing little squeal of her own, as her sweet, timid little girlfriend started slamming her hips up and down, burying her still-swelling cock deeper and deeper into Darlaâs ass!
âOhmygodohmygodohmygoddddâŠâ Darla whined, letting instinct take over as her hips rolled back to meet Tabbyâs brutal thrusts. She felt the lengthening claws on Tabbyâs hands rake across the soft, meaty globes of her ass, and was shocked at how good it felt⊠she had hoped that Tabby would be a little more assertive in her wolf form, but hadnât really considered that she might not be the one topping for once. She certainly hadnât prepared herself for how fucking feral her girlfriend would becomeâŠ
Darla looked down, and felt her breath catch as she realised that Tabby was nearing the end of her transformation. Her cute face had become a long, snarling snout, and her body was completely covered in grey fur. With a final snarl, she hilted inside Darlaâs ass, and dumped yet another load inside her!
âFuuuck⊠jeez, you w-were really backed up, huhâŠ?â Darla gasped, her whole body going weak as Tabby continued to spray rope after rope of cum inside her.
Tabby didnât reply. Instead, the wolf girl pulled her hips back, and Darla let out a downright humiliating moan as several thick, gooey loads spilled from her gaped asshole. She didnât get any time at all to rest, however; instead, she felt Tabby move her claws from her hips to her shoulders, and found herself being almost effortlessly pushed over, and onto her back!
âW-wait, whatâre you doing nowâŠ?â Darla asked, uselessly, as Tabby climbed on top of her, a downright predatory expression on her face.
Darla looked down, and saw what was now hanging between her girlfriendâs legs. Tabbyâs already oversized girldick had now fully transformed along with the rest of her; swelling over five inches, into a fifteen inch long, dripping red prick.
âO-oh godâŠâ Darla whined, struggling weakly in Tabbyâs iron grip, as Tabby rubbed the underside of her drooling prick right up against her girlfriendâs soaked cuntâŠ
But even as she wriggled tokenly, there was no masking the undercurrent of lust in Darlaâs voice. The busty witch had always been a bit of a size queen, and she couldnât deny that the prospect of taking something so monstrous excited herâŠ
She bit her lip. This was all about making Tabby more assertive, right? Plus, she could always just push her off when she was about to cum⊠so really, there was nothing wrong with encouraging her!Â
Although what Darla did qualified as a little more than just encouraging her girlfriend; she spread her legs, and pulled them back, putting herself in a prime position to be put into a fucking mating press.
âC-come on then, stud, arenât you gonna breed me?~â she cooed, pushing her tits together with her arms to present as enticing a package as possible.
Tabby let out a pleased-sounding growl, and Darla gasped as she felt the tip of that huge werewolf cock pushing insistently against her pussy.
But as she was getting herself all excited and ready to take her girlfriendâs swollen cock, a stray thought finally managed to drift through the cock-addled haze her mind was in and land. If Tabitha had a werewolf cock now, wouldnât that mean it also hadâŠ?
Darlaâs eyes widened in panic, and she looked down again.
âFuuuckâŠâ she whined. It had been hidden by the angle before, but now there was no mistaking it; Tabby was packing over a foot of girthy, hot, red girldick.
And that wasnât including the fist-sized knot at the base.
Before Darla could think about it anymore, however, everything suddenly went white. She tried desperately to compose thoughts even as the several inches of werewolf cock that had just been packed into her cunt caused her to totally blank out!
âNggghhhfuckyesssss...â she groaned as Tabby started to mercilessly piston her hips again, the werewolf girl showing no sign at all of becoming tired as she pounded her girlfriend, letting out a growl of approval at the way Darlaâs eyes rolled back and her tits jiggled at the rough treatment. If Darlaâs brain had been fuzzy from cocklust before, now it was completely consumed; she was pretty sure that she was letting out slutty, humiliating pleas for more, harder, deeper, please, but she couldnât be sure. All she knew was that every extra inch of cock that was buried inside her made her shudder in ecstasy.
However, after a few minutes, Darla became dimly aware of something smacking wetly against the entrance to her cunt with every thrust, and with a start realised what it was.
OhfuckohfuckohfuuuuuckâŠ
Tabby was trying to force that fat fucking knot inside her!Â
Sh-shit⊠if she gets that inside me Iâm gonna get bredâŠ
Darla groaned, and did the only thing she could. She squeezed her cunt around Tabbyâs cock as tightly as she could, hoping that it would be enough to stop that huge knot from getting packed into her cuntâŠ
Of course, feeling Darlaâs warm, tight cunt clench around her cock only spurred Tabby on, letting out a snarl as she hammered away at Darlaâs pussy even harder! But her breathing was becoming ragged, and even with her wolfish appearance, Darla recognised the signs that her girlfriend was on the verge of cumming!
âSh-shit⊠just gotta hold on a little longerâŠâ Darla moaned, bracing her arms against Tabbyâs chest⊠and then collapsing into a drooling, twitching heap as Tabby responded in kind, groping her tits with her sharp claws! Just like before, the feeling of those claws scratching her soft, sensitive flesh made Darla go totally weak, shuddering as her tits were completely mauled by her feral girlfriendâŠ
âFuuuuuuck!!~â Darla squealed, frustration melting into raw, unbridled pleasure as she felt Tabbyâs nasty, throbbing knot stretch her cunt⊠and ensuring there was no escape as Darlaâs girlfriend let out a victorious howl, and dumped one of the biggest loads sheâd ever blown straight into Darlaâs unprotected womb!
âNoooooooâŠâ Darla whined, even as her tongue hung out and her vision blurred from the mind-breaking orgasm, shaking and whining as her sweet, bashful girlfriend used her as a breeding bitch.
After a few moments, Tabby let out a hot, panting breath, and collapsed on top of Darla. Darla could sympathise; she felt exhausted after that⊠but even as she hoped that her self-inflicted ordeal might finally be over, she felt something press up against her cunt; a pair of very fat, very full balls, which would undoubtedly need draining as soon as Tabby got her breath back. Darla whimpered softly. Just what had she gotten herself into?
The next morning, cool, autumn sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the lurid display in Darla and Tabbyâs bed. The latter girl, looking completely peaceful and well-rested, was draped over her girlfriend, snoring softly, a picture of calm serenity and happiness. By contrast, Darla was a mess. The girl was sprawled on the bed, a steady stream of cum oozing from her wrecked pussy, and her body a mess of nips, claw marks, and even light bruises! Strangest of all, however, was the look of utter bliss on her face as she gently stroked her girlfriendâs hair. She needed to get up soon, and clean herself up, not to mention that she needed to go through her old potions books, and see if she could find something to deal with the nasty load of werewolf cock goo that had been splattered all over her unprotected womb!
But that was for later. For now, she was simply content to lie there with her girlfriend⊠and think of just how sheâd convince Tabby to skip taking her potion this time next month~
Nina has been trying to focus on her gym training for the past few days, and it's left her so exhausted that she's barely had any time to pump her thick, twitching pillar of girlmeat! Thankfully, she can rely on her "wife" to take a few stinking loads of backed up cock goo... provided she can last long enough to slip into the soft, silicone cunt~
from an anonymous commissioner!
this story marks the first time i've ever had an OC appear in more than one story! Nina made her first appearance in Under Lock and Key, and i've always meant to do more with her, subby girls with big fat *bitchbreakers* are really hot, and a criminally underrepresented niche! i'm very grateful to the commissioner of this story for giving me an oppurtunity to revisit her!
âNnnhhh⊠fff-fuckâŠâ
Nina rolled over in bed, panting and flushed and confused.
âWh-what the hellâŠ?â
There was a tent in her bedsheet; this was not, in and of itself, unusual, but Nina wasnât used to waking up feeling so  needy.
Crap⊠I know I havenât jerked off in a few days because Iâve been so tired out from the gym... but... Â
Her cock throbbed insistently. There was a dark, wet stain in her blanket.
I canât be this pent up⊠surelyâŠ
All evidence seemed to point to the contrary, however; as Nina pulled the blanket back, she let out a gasp at the stink of the precum which was soaking into her sheets.
âOh my god⊠I must have been leaking in my sleep⊠how long has it been like thisâŠ?â
Her cock was diamond-hard, all 14 inches of girthy meat curving upwards, drooling a slow but steady stream of thick precum onto the large womanâs dark, tanned, and well-defined abs.
Thank god I sleep naked, Iâd have wrecked a set of pyjamas...
She reached out, wrapping her fist around the base of her dick, and gave it a few experimental pumps.
âHhhaaaahh!! Ohhhh, my godâŠâ
Her dick throbbed, her eyes crossed, and her balls churned as she felt a huge load, backed up for several days, trying to escape her cock at even that minor stimulation.
She lay back in her bed, panting and beginning to work up a sweat, her body glistening. This was bad. Her endurance had never been that great, but her cock was ready to blow at a momentâs notice! And when it did⊠well. Ninaâs sperm was syrupy and gooey at the best of times, she didnât even wanna speculate on what a mess sheâd make if she came on her bedsheets after even a few days of denial.
She fumbled around under her bed, frantically searching while her cock grew ever more insistent, dribbling pre that was almost as thick as the average personâs cum!
âAha!â
She pulled out a bottle of lube (the exterior sticky with both improperly cleaned liquid, and her own cum), tossing it onto the mattress before retrieving the other thing sheâd been looking for; her fleshlight.
She hefted it in both hands; the plastic pussy was one of the largest on the market, made, according to the logo on the side, by the XXXL Monster Slutbreaker Toy Store. It was almost as long as her forearm, and a small inscription proudly proclaimed that the toy was âBuilt to Lastâ. Nina grimaced a little when she saw that, not for the first time either. She turned the toy around to take a look at the business end, which, contrary to the claims of the manufacturer, was completely wrecked.
Nina had to appreciate the realism of the model, though; rather than looking like a broken toy, it looked more like a cunt that had been completely gaped, pummeled constantly by cocks that were just a little too large for it to handle...
Since Nina knew that, even in its current state, her fleshlight was still a pretty snug fit around her cock, she felt that was appropriate.
She tossed the toy aside for now, grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting a generous dollop into her hand. Without thinking, she grabbed her cock so she could slide her hand up and down, lubing herself upâŠ
On the bright side, lubing herself up became a lot easier as her swollen nuts pumped out another healthy dose of precum, and her shaft was very quickly coated in a lewd, slick mixture of lube and slimy pre.
Nina could feel her self-control slipping; even as she quickly squirted another helping of lube into her fleshlight, she felt her hips twitching involuntarily, desperate to ram her cock into a warm, wet holeâŠ
âNnnggghhh⊠s-stupid fat sensitive cockâŠâ Nina whined, dropping the lube bottle and lying back, holding her fleshlight in both hands and preparing to spear it on the end of her cock. Unfortunately, while she would normally have had no problem fucking her favourite toy that way, Nina was so worked up that she was actually shaking, her sweaty, muscular body barely kept in check as her hips continued to move without her permission. As a result, it was a little hard to be⊠accurate.
âFffuck, come on, come onnnâŠâ
Nina found herself humping pathetically at the smooth, soft silicone of the fleshlightâs exterior, unable to bring her body under control long enough to line up her cock!
As her eyes rolled back and her mind fogged up, she couldnât help but recall images of stallions breeding, uselessly humping their fat, oversized cocks against their partnerâs hindquarters for a few strokes before finally sliding it in.
That was how Nina felt; her cock was sending her totally out of control, making her practically  bestial as it sought release. Of course, the comparison wasnât entirely accurate; after all, horses generally had enough stamina to last past the rubbing phaseâŠ
âNonononononoooooo!â Nina wailed, completely helpless as the feeling of slick, soft plastic rubbing up and down her thick fuckmeat tipped her over the edge, her fat balls drawing up as they blasted out the utterly obscene load that had been stored up inside them over the past week.
SSQQQRRRLLCCCHHH!!
Some distant part of Ninaâs mind (a part that hadnât totally blanked when sheâd tipped over the edge) was shocked at the lewd noises her cock made as it blasted rope after rope of glue-thick cum onto her body, splattering her abs, tits, and pretty face with stinking, backed-up girl goo.
âNoooooâŠâ
She lay there, breathing ragged as she tried to recover, her mind fuzzy as she tried her best to focus on reality. Unfortunately, the sensation that finally dragged her back to reality was one sheâd hoped had been dealt withâŠ
With some effort, Nina lifted her head, and then gave a despairing whine as she realised that  her cock was still hard.
âOh, come onnnnâŠâ
After a minute or so, the pink fog that had descended over her mind when sheâd blown her load cleared just enough for Nina to desperately push her cock into the slick, inviting silicone of her fleshlight. She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy, slamming her hips upward and burying inch after inch of sensitive dick inside it.
âPlease⊠please get soft⊠Iâm sorry I neglected you for so longâŠâ
Any semblance of poise and control had disappeared completely; Ninaâs tanned, muscular body was still covered in cum, and her similarly cum-coated face was pulled into an obscene ahegao! She looked as if she had been used as a cumdump by at least half a dozen other people, and knowing that only turned her on more.
The unmistakably sordid sounds of her cum-coated cock sliding in and out of her fleshlight were the only noise in the room apart from Ninaâs masturbation-addled moans, and she felt herself becoming lost in the auditory cocktail of utter filth.
âIâll make sure to milk you lots and lots every day! Iâll shoot as many loads as you want!â
From the way Ninaâs balls were twitching, she was eager to prove itâŠ
âPlease forgive meeeee!â Nina moaned as she sank balls-deep inside her toy, her words quickly becoming a formless, lusty exclamation as she blew another load inside the artificial pussy. She would later reflect that it at least took the sting out of making such a mess with her first load, because Ninaâs balls were still so packed with cum that even the huge toy didnât have the capacity to store it all, and her hips were soon soaked with excess jizz from the nasty creampie she had given her toy.
Fuck⊠that was so intense⊠and Iâm still hard...
But that would be ok. Another orgasm like that would be enough to completely drain her⊠right?
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Two hours later, Nina was on her feet, swinging her hips as she bent over her toy, whimpering and moaning and  glazed in cum. Sheâd lost track of how many orgasms sheâd had, but however many it had been, it still wasnât enough; her balls tightened, and she let out a pathetic, mewling squeal as she blasted another monster load into her toy.
âOh⊠my fucking godddd⊠how⊠how do I have so much stored upâŠâ
She didnât even pause, pounding her oversized cock into her fleshlight even as the motion displaced the huge load that had just been fired into it, causing gouts of thick, syrupy semen to squirt out of the toy.
âYessss⊠oh my fucking god, my cock feels so gooooodâŠâ
Orgasm after orgasm had hammered Ninaâs brain to the point where her filter had completely come off, and the poor girl found herself mindlessly babbling whatever perverted thoughts crossed her mind as she had sloppy, nasty  breeding sex with her fleshlight.
âNnnggghhh⊠I love you, I love you, I love yooouuuu⊠you take such good care of my dickâŠâ
The smell of sweat and musk and  cock  had utterly filled Nina up, and she could feel her consciousness becoming utterly swamped in depravity as her entire world narrowed to nothing except her cock, and her toy.
âI love you so much⊠fuck⊠fuck, I wanna marry my sex toy⊠I wanna marry you and knock you uppppâŠâ
Ninaâs balls boiled and churned and she swore she could actually hear her cum sloshing in her oversized sack!
âHhhhh⊠marry me Onahole-chaaaaaan!!â she squealed, and finally, barely thirty seconds after blowing her last load, she came  again, hunched over and gasping while her legs shook. Somehow, this last load was perhaps the largest since the first one sheâd pumped out earlier!
âNnnnnnhhhhâŠâ Nina threw her head back, but was too exhausted to produce anything other than an exhausted moan. She stepped backwards, and then collapsed onto her bed, pulling her fleshlight off her cock which, finally, mercifully, had begun to soften. Nina gasped as it slapped meatily against her powerful thighs, splattering yet more excess cum on her body. Sheâd need a shower after this, for sure; sheâd given herself a one-woman gokkun, her entire body painted white with nasty, backed up nut. And as for her room⊠well, she tried not to think about the fact that she had completely ruined her sheets, her carpet, and quite possibly her mattress. Not to mentionâŠ
With a sense of dread, she lifted her toy to inspect the damage, and winced as she saw that she had completely wrecked it; the poor, overused plastic cunt had been pounded into oblivion, and Nina doubted it would be usable again. As she held it up, it drooled even more of Ninaâs load all over her chest, and Nina absent-mindedly brought up a hand to rub the slimy liquid into her breasts.
Damn⊠Iâm gonna need to order another one⊠again...
Even though she was a little frustrated about that⊠god, there was something about the fact that her cock had broken a âBuilt to Lastâ sex toy that was kinda hotâŠ
Hhhh⊠maybe I should try staying denied a little more oftenâŠ
hey everyone! sorry this fic took A Minute to finish, but the second flashfic is finally here!! well. i say flashfic. i kinda got way too into this one, and it ballooned out to around 3,000 words of Breath of the Wildâs resident muscle mommy engaging in sloppy, self-indulgent, fistfucking goodness!~
well, to start with, anyway... her soft, blue cock pillow lips look rather tempting...~
this one is a little less extreme than my previous Bayonetta flashfic, but rest assured that itâs still plenty perverted, and iâm sure all you desperate, handhumping masturbation addicts will be able to relate to a girl whoâs completely head-over-heels in love with her own cock!
i hope you all enjooooy!~
(part of a series of flashfics iâm doing! check out my Twitter to keep updated about them!~)
âLady Urbosa, are you sure that you will not accompany us to the âVoe and Youâ class? There really is nothing to be embarrassed about!â
Urbosa smiled fondly at the group of off-duty guards, and gestured for them to go on without her. It was a kind offer, one made after the chieftain had spent the day doing stretching exercises with the other women. She appreciated the thought, butâŠ
Well...
The classes would have been a little bit of a waste of time for Urbosa. After all, she already had a true love. And she had something special planned for tonight.
Her pleasant smile curled into a sultry grin as her heels clicked on the cool, stone steps up to her chambers, her heartbeat quickening as she became more and more excited. The sky had begun to darken, but the heat of the day had not yet dispersed, and Urbosa felt beads of sweat running down her well-muscled physique, which only made her more eager to get to her chambers and engage in a night of long, passionate lovemaking. She felt a pronounced twitch of excitement between her shapely thighs.
Finally, she reached the top of the stairs, turning and entering the wide, airy, open space of her bedchamber. The two guards posted at the top of the staircase stiffened as she passed, their eyes flashing from her expression to the visible⊠disturbance, in her skirt. Urbosa gave each of them a sultry smile, before gesturing at the thin, translucent curtains which could be drawn across the front of her chamber, to give the barest hint of privacy to the chieftain. The guards dutifully drew them across, so that only Urbosaâs silhouette was visible from outside.
The chieftain let out a long, satisfied sigh, and then sashayed over to the large bed in the centre of the chamber. The flickering orange torches were the only lighting in the ornately furnished room, and the small amounts of incense they burned gave the room a distinctly romantic atmosphere. Urbosa drew in a deep, satisfied breath as she made her way to bed.
As she walked, she looked down, and gently undid the golden clasp which held her skirt in place, and let it slide down her legs to the floor. As she walked, the thick, half-hard object it had been hiding swung from side to side, and she couldnât help but sink her teeth into her blue-painted lower lip in anticipation.
âHello, my loveâŠâ
Urbosaâs âloveâ throbbed visibly, and she reached down to gently, teasingly drag her fingernails along the sensitive flesh, letting out a groan as she felt it begin to swell.
âGosh⊠so insistentâŠâ she shifted her hand, now gripping the base of her cock; despite the fact that it was still only half-hard, a good four inches of girthy Gerudo dick nonetheless escaped the top of her fist, still soft enough to wobble gently as Urbosa drew it back, and then slapped it against her thigh.
âOhhhh⊠by the Heroines, yessssâŠâÂ
She did it again, and again, each impact accompanied by an unmistakably meaty smack as Urbosa became harder and harder, until finally it stood up too straight for her to continue. She took her hand off, and for a moment simply stood there and admired her cock.
It was perfect; curving upwards from between her legs like a scimitar, and easily more than two hand-lengths long, Urbosaâs dick was every bit as gorgeous and regal as one would expect of the chieftain. She let her hand slide to the bottom of the shaft, peeling her thick foreskin back in the process, and letting out a needy whine as it piled up around the tip of her cock. Her hand drifted below it, and she hefted her large, smooth balls, groaning at the sensation of her sensitive cum-tanks being handled. They were even more engorged than usual; for the past few days, Urbosa had refrained from cumming, and allowed the large sack to swell until each nut was the size of a satsuma.
She set herself down on the side of her bed, and reached down, retrieving a jar of massage oil and tipping a generous helping into her hands. Urbosa set the jar down, and found herself panting in anticipation as she slowly and thoroughly oiled up her hands.
Of course, preparing her fist to be brutally fucked by her cock involved a little more preparation than merely lubing it up; Urbosaâs hands were a pair of purpose-built, bonafide dick milkers. Daily moisturising with Hydromelon juice ensured that they were kept soft and smooth, and her long, meticulously manicured fingernails were painted a deep, shiny blue to match her lips. Any cock that they were wrapped around would struggle to withstand more than a minute of uninterrupted pumping, and that was before Urbosa coated them in a slick layer of oil!
Urbosa swung her legs up and onto the mattress, before spreading them and lifting her hips, allowing her cock to tower over her; she felt her heart flutter in her chest as she was reminded just how much it dominated her. She grabbed the jar of oil again, and felt her dick twitching in anticipation as she slowly and carefully drizzled the footlong slab of Gerudo meat with oil. She felt her mouth watering as, finally, she set the jar down and reached out, her breath hitching as she took a firm grip of her aching dick.
âNnnhhh⊠my cock is amazingâŠâ she gasped to herself, before all thoughts melted to nothing as her hips twitched and speared her cock into her grip, the oil making an utterly lewd squelch as the sensitive flesh glided effortlessly along the tunnel sheâd made with her hands.
She continued to coo and moan to herself as she picked up the pace, and within a few minutes she was slamming her cock in and out of her hands, a line of drool running down her cheek as her eyes remained fixed on her dick.
âFuck⊠I love my cock⊠I love my cocccckkkâŠâ she whined needily, loud enough that the guards outside certainly heard her, and possibly those in the streets close to the palace. That wasnât all they would be able to hear, however; the tight, slick passage sheâd made for her cock caused a loud and unmistakably rhythmic fapping noise as she railed her hands, the noise only turning Urbosa on more as she treated her fist like a fucktoy. Her balls boiled and churned the backed up load theyâd been building up for days now, and she threw her head back in pure ecstasy.
Despite the meticulous nature of her preparations, Urbosa made absolutely no effort to restrain herself, pounding her fists with wild abandon as her already-sweat-soaked body became coated in a sheen of the stuff. The dignified chieftain doused her fine silk top in gouts of syrupy precum, her mind consumed only with pleasuring her cock however she could.
This was why relationship classes like âVoe and Youâ would have been a waste of time for Urbosa; perhaps she could manage to tear her attention from the needy, demanding fuckpipe between her legs for a short while, but nobody, voe, vai, or otherwise, could come between her and her obsession for long.
âI love yoouuu⊠I love you!!â she squealed, her dignity utterly forgotten as she gave into her desires, the most powerful woman in the Gerudo desert reduced to little more than a slave to her cock. Oil had splashed everywhere, soaking her thighs and staining the sheets, further adding to her lewd appearance as she felt her eyes roll back in her head, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her head lolling sideways as every part of her focussed on rutting her hands.
She became so lost in pleasure that she almost tipped herself over the edge before sheâd even gotten to her special plan for the evening! Thankfully, the sensation of her tongue running along her plump, sensitive lips reminded her of what she wanted to do.
âNnnggghhh⊠Goddess⊠this is gonna be amazingâŠâÂ
With visible effort, Urbosa brought herself to a sitting position, one hand still pumping away at her throbbing meat, while the other supported her.
âN-now to see if all that stretching paid offâŠâ
Urbosa licked her lips, and then bent forward, her stroking slowing from frenzied, desperate fistfucking, to gentle pumps, more to hold her cock steady than anything else.
âH-here we⊠mmmggghhhâŠâ
Even outside of the Gerudo Desert, Urbosa was well known for her regal and dignified bearing. Effortlessly gorgeous, seemingly unflappable, and absolutely sure of herself, the chieftain was admired across the length of Hyrule and its neighbouring countries.Â
If any of them could see her now, that perception would be shattered.
Urbosaâs eyes were rolled back in her head again as a totally new sensation flooded her body with pleasure. Her royal garb was soaked through with a mixture of sweat, oil, and musky precum.
And her lips were stretched obscenely as her thick cock slid between them, one inch, and then two slipping between her soft blue cock pillows, and into her mouth.
âMmmffffâŠâ she groaned in satisfaction, sliding her face down her aching shaft, squirting more thick spurts of precum directly onto her tongue; Urbosa was no stranger to the taste of her own precum, of course, but getting it straight from the source just made the whole thing feel even more depraved!
Urbosa couldnât be satisfied with just that, however, and, letting out a series of lewd splutters and squelches, managed to force another inch of cock into her mouth, driving the head into her throat. She let out a muffled whine as she sucked in her cheeks, sealing her lips in a tight, vacuum seal around her cock, before slowly, teasingly pulling her head back with an audible slllrrrppp, stretching the dignified, regal face of the Gerudoâs leader into little more than a dicksleeve, as her cock visibly twitched and drew closer and closer to the edge.
Fuuuck⊠who needs some dumb voe pushing his undersized little dick in my face when I have something so perfect right hereâŠ?Â
As she pulled her lips along her cock, she couldnât help but admire the thick ring of blue lipstick which marked the lowest point sheâd managed to get her face. Her eyes practically crossed as she tried to get a good look at it, and she knew she looked utterly dick dumb as she fawned over her own cock.
Itâs barely a quarter of the way down⊠if I keep working at this, maybe one day Iâll be able to cram the whole thing into my throatâŠ
The thought of it made her balls twitch and tighten, and she let out a muffled whimper.
Her lips finally dragged all the way to the very tip of her cock, pulling her foreskin back over the head and stretching it even further as she suckled at it as hard as she could. Finally, with a wet pop, she released her cock, and let it swing back and forth between her legs, rock hard and leaking a near-constant stream of precum!
She once again found herself simply admiring her cock, reaching out and tracing the lines of the various veins that criss-crossed it with her nails, breath ragged as she teased and tortured herself, gently dragging her foreskin back again.
âI love youâŠâ she whispered, gently, wrapping her fist around it again and giving it a few quick pumps.
She let out a needy moan, and was surprised to hear that it mixed with two others.
Momentarily confused, her eyes flickered to the shadowy forms of her two guards, her attention briefly stolen from her cock as she continued to absent-mindedly stroke.
She knew, of course, that her guards could hear everything, could see her silhouette through the curtain as sucked and fucked and worshipped her own dick, but what she hadnât known was how much the two of them were enjoying itâŠ
The guard on the left was leaning on her spear for support, her hand working furiously between her legs as she fingered her drooling cunt, while the other swung her hips, making a wet smack every time her cock was driven balls-deep into her fist. Urbosa brought a hand to her lips, and giggled, more than a little surprised at the display. But then, she shouldnât have been surprised; it made total sense that everyone else would want to worship her aching, perfect cock too!
Of course, that would never translate into actually letting them have her cock; Urbosa knew that she was the only one who could tend to its needs in the way it deserved, the only one sufficiently dedicated to it to be allowed to even touch it.
Still, if they wanted to watch her service her cock, she certainly wouldnât stop them!
Urbosa readjusted her position again, pressing her cock up against her lips.
Then, she closed her eyes, and planted a long, deep, sloppy kiss on its tip, smearing her bright blue lipstick all over her face as a few errant strands of precum were milked out of it. Slowly, she pushed her cock into her mouth again, still moaning and whining as if she were making out with a lover (which, of course, she was), and soon enough she was teasing her cock in her mouth, lapping and swirling around the sensitive, spongy head with her agile tongue, and slowly, steadily, feeding herself more and more thick Gerudo fuckpipe.
Gradually, the needy groans gave way to the tell-tale gluk of her cock pressing against her throat. Urbosa crossed her eyes again, fully conscious of how blissed out and dumb it made her look, and loving every moment of it. Her lips had already covered the blue marks from before, and she could hear increasingly frenzied panting from outside as her guards got themselves off to the facade of the unflappable chieftain falling away, as Urbosa embraced what a shameless pervert her cock turned her into.Â
She would have had a perverted grin on her face at the thought of what she was gonna do next, if her face hadnât been so lewdly stretched by the girth of her dick.
With an excited twitch of her hips, Urbosa buried another inch of cock into her throat, choking herself on her own meat and struggling not to tip over the edge at the feeling of her warm, tight throat wrapping around her shaft.
Her precum was nearly a constant stream now, practically hosing down her stomach as her engorged nuts begged her for release. Unfortunately, Urbosa had no intention of taking mercy on them, and instead hollowed out her cheeks again, once again transforming her regal, dignified face into little more than a cock holster. Slowly, she began rocking her hips back and forth, giving herself a slow, passionate throatfuck as she coated her cock in drool and throat slime, her eyes rolling back in her head as she smeared lipstick almost halfway down her shaft!
She almost didnât notice the gentle rustling as her guards both pulled back the curtain to get a better peek at their chieftain, only tipped off by the shocked gasps as they saw exactly how much of a mess she had devolved into, all to make her cock feel good.Â
Urbosa was a disaster area; her fiery red hair was a mess, her body was soaked in oil, sweat, and precum, and the utterly lewd ahegao face she was pulling around her own cock forever marked her in the eyes of the guards as a brainless, masturbation-addicted goddess.
Urbosa caught a glimpse of all of this in the mirror propped up next on one of the walls, and the sight of herself in such a state was what finally sent her over the edge.
GlukglukglukGGLLLRRCCCHHH!!
Any muffled moaning was totally inaudible as Urbosa blasted her throat with cum, dumping a thick, gooey load into her stomach, before swinging her hips backward and dragging her cock out of her mouth, in time for the next round of pearly-white ropes of semen to utterly soak her upper half, her balls visibly contracting as they unloaded days worth of backed-up cum all over her.
The guards, likewise, couldnât handle any more of the lewd display, and both found themselves struggling to stay upright as they were hammered by intense, mind-numbing orgasms, right there in the chieftainâs doorway.
All three womensâ cries mixed into one palimpsest of pure ecstasy as Urbosaâs perfect cock finally dumped the last of the nasty, tar-thick cock slime straight onto the womanâs abs.
For a few moments after, there was only the sound of panting as each of them tried to recover from cumming their brains out.
Finally, Urbosa sat herself up, and smiled at the guards.
âWell⊠that was a fun warmup round,â she laughed softly, as her cock, still rock-hard, twitched needily between her thighs. She scooped up a handful of cum that had pooled in her cleavage, and started to slowly pump herself with it, coating the whole shaft in only a few short strokes.
âWhat do you think, my love? How about an audience for the rest of our special night together?â
There was no reply, of course, nor would there ever be, and Urbosa was happy that way. She was in love with her cock, and she loved it for what it was; a thick, gorgeous pillar of fuckmeat that made her feel good.
She looked instead to her guards for an answer, who were both looking rather sheepish, after so openly losing control of themselves.
Urbosa licked her smeared blue lipstick.
While she would never dream of letting anybody but herself touch her royal, borderline divine cock, she couldnât deny that the looks of pure, open worship that her guards had on their faces had made her cock feel even better.
And if something made her cock feel goodâŠ
Urbosa smiled.
âSit yourselves down on the edge of the bed, girls. Worship my cock with meâŠâ
hey yâall! iâve finished the first flashfic i was gonna work on and itâs the Bayonetta one! itâs based on a piece of Patreon-only art by Albatross; you donât need to have seen it to make sense of the story, but iâd highly reccomend supporting her anyway, she does super good work!
plus, this should go without saying, but anything based on Albaâs art is gonna be absolutely FILTHY. only read on if youâre cool with; hairjobs, smegma, big, gross, disgusting girldick, corruption, and a dash of cock-fucking just to finish things off! i hope you all enjoy it! <3
Curses are such a pain!
That was what Bayonetta thought to herself as she squatted on the cool marble floor, the bodies of recently-despatched demons disappearing in puffs of red mist all around her. All in all, it had gone pretty well! She hadnât taken a single scratch during the fight, and had finished the whole ordeal off with a gorgeous Umbran Climax that the enemy had been totally powerless against!
Unfortunately, one of them seemed to have been determined to get in one last shot from beyond the grave; as he had died, the demon had fired a bolt of red light from his finger directly between Bayonettaâs legs, taking advantage of the practical nudity of her Climax-state to strike her bare skin. His body hadnât yet dissipated, but Bayonetta was already looking between her legs with a mixture of fascination and disgust; it didnât seem she had been hit with a combat curse. Rather than some debilitating status effect, she had been equipped with a huge, ugly, stinking cock.
And so it was that Bayonetta found herself squatting in her unique set of combat stripper heels, naked as her hair still returned from the battlefield. She reached out with a finger, and gently poked her new appendage. It wobbled obscenely from even that small contact; it was rock hard, and couldnât have measured less than fifteen inches long, with a thick, meaty hood of foreskin covering the tip even while hard. It curved upwards, and despite the relative youth of her dick, Bayonetta could smell the unmistakable scent of musky, backed up smegma wafting from beneath it.Â
And just having it standing tall, hard, and throbbing between her long legs felt good.
Damn that demon! This must be some sort of succubusâ pleasure curse⊠no matter, as long as I donât touch it, I wonât get addicted to it, and Iâll be able to dispel it before it becomes a permanent attachment⊠if I remember correctly, that only happens if I have an orgasm with it...
As Bayonetta thought about this, she idly gave the command for her hair to reform into her usual tight black bodysuit, and only realised her mistake a fraction of a second too late.
âWait! Donât-â
But her fate was sealed. While she managed to stop her bodysuit forming completely, the powerful, unflappable Bayonetta threw back her head and whined as her several thick locks of her long, smooth, glossy hair were draped over her new cock, which twitched needily as the sensitive flesh was caressed.
âF-fuuck! This is⊠this is badâŠâ
She shook lightly, still in her squatting position, hands now on the floor behind her for support as she struggled to stay upright.
âEven this⊠even just the feeling of my hair on it⊠feels amazingâŠâ
Bayonettaâs hair was immaculately maintained; enchanted bottles of shampoo and conditioner kept it sleek and shiny no matter how long it got, and it would feel incredible wrapped around a normal cock, never mind a twitching, cursed, demon dick between the legs of a woman whose body was already built for pleasure.
âWhat do I do, what do I doooâŠâ
Bayonettaâs normally sharp mind was dulled by a twin assault of pleasure from her cock, and the flaring of her nostrils as the stench of her smegma worsened. As she struggled to work through the fog, it took her a moment to realise that the smell was getting worse because the thick, disgusting yellow goo was leaking out of the end of her foreskin! And⊠and it was sliding down onto her immaculate hairâŠ
Bayonetta let out a whine of dismay as her beautiful hair was defiled by her own smegma, and, unfortunately, allowed her concentration to lapse just long enough to briefly lose control of her hair. Prehensile as it was, it did what felt natural to it; it tried to make its owner feel good!
A cry of utter horror echoed in the large marble room as Bayonettaâs hair began to jerk her off, the slick, smooth locks of hair feeling incredible against her sensitive cock.Â
âNononono! Stop, stop, I said stopppp!â she squealed, but it was no use. If she had wrapped a fist around her new cock and began to pump it, it would have felt too good to stop, and so it was with her hair. And then, just as it seemed the situation could get no worseâŠ
âHoooohhh!â Bayonettaâs gorgeous face contorted into an obscene ahegao as she felt what could only beâŠ
âN-no! Stop! Please, stop sliding into my urethraaaa!â
Her cries were ignored as thick strands of smooth hair slid effortlessly into her pisshole, distending more chunky smegma in the process and further smearing her gorgeous hair in the stuff. She could do little more than continue to babble incoherently as she fucked her own cock with her hair, shaking her hips and humping the air desperately as she felt her mind begin to fracture.
Canât⊠cum⊠gotta get rid of it⊠somehowâŠ
But it was far, far too late. She had even lost control of the parts of her hair that werenât engaged with torturing her new cock; they were sliding back into place, her smooth, shiny bodysuit forming around her⊠and her dick. Bayonetta stared in horror as her cock was gradually engulfed by layers of her own smooth, shiny hair, and as some of the locks that had been splattered with nasty, yellow smegma were reintegrated into her larger bodysuit, giving her whole body a pervasive stench of nasty, weeks-old cum. In moments, she was covered, head to toe, her cock wrapped tight in her bodysuit.
She couldnât hold on anymore.
Bayonetta let out a squeal of utter capitulation as her fat, overloaded balls pumped rope after rope of thick, gooey semen up her shaft, her hair withdrawing to make way as she came so hard, and so much, that the lewd SSQQLLRRCCHH was downright audible!
Well⊠mostly audible. It had been a little muffled by Bayonettaâs suit, which hadnât let a single drop of her load escape. Her entire shaft was coated in the stuff, not to mention her still-overloaded balls, and a good portion of her thighs and stomach. She lay, in a collapsed heap on the floor, her mind awash with new possibilities. Thoughts of fighting receded almost entirely, replaced only with how to worship and pleasure the towering, insatiable erection between her legs. One, simple thought overpowered the rest, however; she was gonna spend the next few weeks fermenting her huge, sticky loads inside her skintight suit.Â
As she thought about how badly it would reek when she finally opened it up, her new âmasterâ twitched excitedly.Â
alright! i keep seeing this âsend me 6 fanart characters to drawâ thing going around and i want in! although since my artistic ability is limited to basically just stick figures, iâm gonna try writing <1000 word flashfics about them! hopefully thisâll help me get back into being more productive, i like lying around all day with my hand in my pyjamas but my output is kinda suffering for it >.>
a quick glimpse into Kieranâs life now that heâs become a broken, drooling pumpdrone for Goddess Angela!
thanks again to @cheatingpornaddict for commissioning such a huge story from me! i really enjoyed working on it! <3
âFuck, fuck, I love you Goddess, yes, fuuuck!â Kieran edged inside Angelaâs fleshlight pussy. The clock in the corner of his computer screen read 04:32 am. Heâd been going for nearly 12 solid hours.Â
His new apartment was disgusting; an almost exact recreation of the Porn Den VR background Anikka had loaded into his headset. Even before heâd moved in and covered the place in dirty dishes, takeout boxes, and porno mags, it had been a hovel, one that heâd been forced to move into after his little spending spree half a year earlier. Heâd had to sell most of what he owned to make a dent in the massive debts heâd accrued, including his home. Heâd been fired from his job after footage of him acting like a total creep at the porn convention emerged. So now he spent all of his time in this one-bedroom dump, jerking off day and night, subsisting on a diet of instant noodles and greasy takeout.
He stank.
He was a mess.
He didnât care.
The desk his computer sat on was worse; Anikkaâs panties sat before him, his usual cumrag, and Lanaâs yoga pants, thrown at his face after she realised he had âruinedâ them were draped across it too. Porn DVDs covered the rest, and his VR headset was plugged in, ready to sustain this particular pump sesh well into the morning. Unless he was interrupted, of course...
His heart leapt as a notification pinged in the corner of his screen.
Goddess.
He opened it, and was faced with a picture of her, winking into the camera with a neon blue sling bikini in the store window behind her. Wherever she was, it was a bright, sunny day, the opposite of the dark, dank little porn den where Kieran made his home.
Hey, I saw this bikini while I was out, it looks suuper cute, i was wondering if youâd pick it up for me? <3
Kieran squinted. Months of doing nothing but stare at a screen in the dark were doing permanent damage to his eyes, but it didnât matter. Nothing mattered except porn.
The price tag was around $700. That was pretty restrained for Angelaâs requests, these days. Kieran didnât hesitate, opening his Paypal and sliding further into debt as he sent her the money, and then, after a momentâs hesitation, another $50 tip. His cock twitched in his sex toy as he imagined her getting the money with that smirk on her face. It would mean another month of nothing but bland, salt-loaded, health destroying instant noodles, butâŠ
He didnât care.
As he lay back and started pumping anew, he got another message from her. He clicked without hesitation, again.
Good boy. Now, letâs talk accessoriesâŠ
Kieran edged again, credit card in hand, and got ready to spend.
