##"Happy Birthday, Alex"
(set: $trueEnd to $ED01 and $ED02 and $ED03 and $ED04 and $ED05 and $ED06 and $ED07 and $ED08 and $ED09 and $ED10 and $ED11 and $ED12 and $ED13)
That is the subject line of the only new email in your inbox this morning. You're surprised. You don't normally recieve birthday wishes, especially via email. It's been many years since you last recieved an email that wasn't spam (or a confirmation for some site or another). What few acquaintances you have only ever contact you through your phone.
If they ever bother to contact you at all.
You turn your attention to the email in front of you, attempting to distract yourself from your ever present loneliness. You would normally just delete the email and move on with your day, but something about it intrigues you. Against what is probably your better judgement, you open the strange, well-wishing email.
(colour: #32a0a8)[**"Hello, Alex.
Happy Birthday.
We hope you are doing well on this fine day.
We want to extend to you a choice.
A choice to change your life.
If you want it to change, of course.
Choose, Alex.
Do you wish to take control of your fate? To grasp the reins of your life in your own two hands and guide it to where you wish it to be?
Or shall you resign yourself to the dreary destiny chosen for you?
We hope, whatever your choice, you do not regret it."**]
At the bottom of the email is a small clickable button with the words "change your life" written on it.
You chuckle to yourself.
"Really? Is this what phishing scams have devolved to these days? Somewhat creative, I'll give it that."
You shake your head and move to delete the email, but something makes you pause. What if this email was serious? You don't know why you'd entertain the thought, but you find yourself pondering it. What if you could really change your life?
|translate>[(cycling-link: "Could I..?", "What if..?")]
*(Green text can be clicked to change the displayed text. This is most often used for measurement conversions and translations. Some text can be clicked to unlock secret options, such as side stories or hidden paths, so look out for possible |secret>[(link:"secrets")[secrets(show:?cloaked)]].)*
[[Change your life]]
[[Resign yourself to fate]]
|cloaked)[ [[Secret Option]] ]Three words. Three words on a blank webpage are all that greet you after you click the link.
**Change your life**
You feel kind of silly. All that deliberation. All that wondering about the possibilities. It was all meaningless. No changes. No major revelations. Not even any shitty self-help advice. It was just another spam email.
"I'm an idiot," you sigh, closing your email.
You get up and begin putting on your work uniform, preparing for another day of tedious cashier work. As you finish pulling on your shoes you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the wall.
You are a pretty average man, all things considered. Your skin has a little colour to it, but you would normally be described as "fair skinned". Not pale, but you still burn pretty quickly in the sun. Most of your body is covered with light hair. The sort of hair that doesn't draw the eye at first glance, but is obvious when one is looking for it. You aren't very tall, standing maybe |translate>[(cycling-link: "170cm", "5'7")] when you straighten your back instead of slouching. You aren't what one would call fat, but you have a bit of pudge here and there, and some bits of you jiggle a little when you run.
Not that you run much.
Your facial features are pretty average for a man your age. Your nose is average. Your cheeks are neither defined nor pudgy. Your lips are thin, but not in a refined, imperious way. Just thin and unremarkable. Your teeth aren't exactly in the best of condition, with a bit of yellowing and lost enamel around the fringes, but there isn't any cause to run to the dentist just yet. You have some stubble on your face that you keep trimmed down with an electric razor. It doesn't grow very quickly though, so it isn't a regular occurence.
Your eyes are the most generic shade of brown you've ever known. Throughout your life you have met many people with brown eyes, and most of them looked at least average, often beautiful. But your eyes always seemed so very dull. Perhaps it is the lack of a "twinkle", since you rarely felt any joy.
You've made your self sad again.
Like your eyes, your hair is a dull, lifeless brown. No hints of red, no peppering of grey, no shine or gradient. The most average brown you could ever imagine. It reaches down to just past your ears when you let it hang freely, though you often spend time tucking it behind your ears to get it out of your face while working. It isn't really long enough to tie it up, but it's long enough that styling it is a pain. You get it cut once a month, and never much more than a trim.
If one had to describe you with a single sentence, they could simply say "generic late 20's white dude" and they'd probably paint an impressively accurate mental image.
You keep staring at yourself in the mirror. Something about this morning has you focusing on all the parts of yourself you hate.
You haven't really got anyone you could call a "friend" without caveats.
You work a dead-end, minimum wage convenience store job with a boss that treats you like shit.
You never get laid.
You can never afford the few things you want.
You have no passion for anything.
You're very unhappy with your life. You think about all your friends from high-school, and how they've all moved on and are doing things with their lives. They have families, promising careers, are indulging their creative side. Are happy.
Your reflection stares back at you with vacant, dead eyes.
*"That's me,"* you think, *"that's what I am. That."*
A single tear rolls its way down your cheek, breaking your trance. You wipe it away and meet your own gaze once more.
And that's when you see it.
You see something in your usually dull eyes that wasn't there before. A... sparkle... for lack of a better word. And within the sparkle is... a figure? You can see what appears to be a person in your eyes, and you lean closer to get a better look.
Inside your eyes you can see:
[[someone wearing skimpy clothes.->Trap Path]]"What bullshit," you mutter to yourself as you trash the email.
If your life was going to change, it would come from somewhere more trustworthy than a scam email. You sigh and begin throwing on your work uniform, as usual.
Making bland breakfast, as usual.
Leaving the house, as usual.
Catching the bus, as usual.
Clocking in, as usual.
Suffering through another day of drudgery, as usual.
Clocking out, as usual.
Catching the bus home, as usual.
Going inside, as usual.
Eating a frozen dinner, as usual.
Falling asleep alone, as usual.
Forever.
Until the day you die.
Repeating day after day.
As usual.
***ENDING: |secret>[(link:"As Usual.")[As Usual?(show:?cloaked)]]***(set:$ED05 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
|cloaked)[ [[???->Apocalypse]] ]A flash of blinding light shoots from your reflection's eyes. You yelp and stumble back, falling onto your bed clutching your eyes. You right yourself and get back on your feet, but something feels very odd. Removing your hands from your eyes, you bid your vision to return. It takes several seconds, but when it finally does, you gasp at what you see in the mirror.
Where you stood moments ago is someone entirely different. The figure in the mirror has pale, milky skin, completely free of blemishes and hair. Their eyes are a brilliant azure and seem to sparkle on their own. Their lips are slightly more plump than average, giving them a slight pout. Their luxurious black hair is done up in a stylistically messy pixie cut.
They stand no taller than |translate>[(cycling-link: "140cm", "4'6")], with dainty, thin limbs. Their body is lithe and boyish, but with a hint of femininity in the form of proportionally wider hips and ever so slightly puffy chest. They are wearing a skimpy pink crop top that leaves most of their skin exposed, and a scandalously short pair of blue denim hot pants. The string of a black thong peeks out from beneath the hot pants and hugs their hips. A small bulge meekly juts out from the front of their crotch, and you're pretty sure it is only visible because their wardrobe is so... brazen.
Your eyes widen as you take in what you're seeing. So too do the eyes of the figure in the mirror. You raise your right hand. They raise their left. You tilt your head. They follow. You open your mouth to speak, but close it again when the figure does the same. The figure closes their mouth as well.
*"That's me,"* you think, *"that's who I am. Him."*
The thought floors you. You don't know how to feel. What to do. You just stand there for a while, looking at the beautiful, girlish young man before you.
Before you can do anything else, your doorbell rings, startling you. You hardly expected to have any visitors this morning, so you're caught quite off-guard. You hurry out of your room and down the stairs, rushing past the living room and kitchen to reach the front door. You unlock the door (which is surprisingly tough as you adjust to your new proportions) and open it to see who is there.
You open the door to find...(if:$trueEnd is true)[
|cloaked>[ [[a pair of strange twins.->TrueEnd]] ] ]
[[a stoned colleague.->Matt at Door]]
[[a beautiful stranger.->Mail Woman]]After what feels like an eternity in limbo, you manage to grab hold of something as you crash to your knees on the floor. Pain surges through your knees from the hardwood floor, and you gasp, your face tilting upwards with eyes scrunched tight. You feel something hot bump against your forehead.
"Woah, straight into it, huh?" comes a surprised but satisfied voice from above you.
You open your eyes to see Matt's face, bisected by a large dark blur in the center of your vision.
"Just couldn't wait to get a taste, could you, slut?"
Your eyes open wide while you stammer, trying to understand the situation. You look to your hands, which are grasping onto Matt's baggy jeans.
Jeans which now sit about half way down his thighs.
Jeans under which Matt apparently goes commando.
Jeans which -until now- were housing Matt's foot-long, wrist-thick, semi-erect cock.
Before you can say another word, Matt grabs the back of your head with one hand, and jams the head of his cock into your open mouth. The smell and taste overwhelm your senses. A powerful scent of man musk assaults your nostrils, while an unfamiliar taste is thrust into every crevice of your mouth. He continues to force in more of his meat, pushing it in millimeter by choking millimeter. You hack and sputter, your eyes watering as he pushes ever harder against your unyielding throat.
"Shit, you're gunna need to do better than that if you wanna get paid," he says, grabbing a fistful of your hair, "lemme give you a hand. I know it's tough fitting it all."
He pulls your mouth off of his cock for a brief instant, only to shove it back down before you can catch a breath. You try in vain to pull yourself free, pushing against his legs with your hands, but he is simply too strong for your newly petite frame.
"Biggest cock you probably ever seen, huh?"
He continues to slam your head back and forth against his dick while he speaks, so it seems to be less a question and more self-aggrandisment.
"I've had long-time hookers tell me it's the best they ever had, so I bet a little newbie like you hasn't seen better."
Were you in a lucid state of mind, you'd be inclined to tell him that prostitues are likely to lie about their clients' endowments to make them more inclined to come back. However, the cock in question is actually exceptionally large, and the fact that it is violently pumping in and out of your recently deflowered throat makes any attempt at coherent thought somewhat of a struggle.
Matt mercifully pulls out of your throat and releases your hair for a moment. You hack and wheeze, coughing to clear your throat of spit and precum to make way for precious oxygen. All too soon however, you feel his iron grip at your hair again.
"Sorry, bitch," he says, "didn't mean to deprive you of my rod. Just had to sit down. We could be a while."
You feel yourself yanked over to where Matt is now seated on your couch, and once again he forces your face to his crotch before you can get out a word of protest.
You again try vainly to free yourself, pushing against his thighs and pulling away from him, but each attempt amounts to nothing. It isn't long before you feel yourself give in, your hands falling to your lap, docile. You let your head be jerked about, allowing Matt to freely use you as a living fleshlight. You relax as much as possible to let the turgid meat invade your throat with little resistance. Eventually your face is pressed into Matt's pelvis with each downstroke, the unkempt pubes tickling your nose and his fat nuts bumping your chin.
You aren't sure how much time passes like that. Wet slurps and slaps and gags resound around the otherwise peaceful living room. Matt continues to fuck your face feverishly, all the while nattering on about how much of a great cocksucker you are, how good his dick feels, how much this whole situation rocks. You don't really listen to what he is saying, as something else has caught your attention.
You're *really* fucking hard.
It was a bit overshadowed by everything else going on, but now that you have settled into being a compliant fucktoy, you really start to notice how aroused you are. Your small prick is straining against your tight hot pants, copious amounts of precum soaking the tip.
You'd thought being skullfucked by a colleague in your living room on your birthday was weird enough, but the idea you were turned on by it all was somehow more confusing to you.
Before you can contemplate the ramifications of your arousal any further, something Matt says brings you back to reality.
"Fuck yeah, slut. I'm about to fucking cum!"
He suddenly grips your head with crushing force and starts slamming you even faster onto his cock. The newfound fervor in your oral assault shocks you from your reverie, your quags and splutters beginning a new. He starts to thrust up into your face, slamming you so hard you worry about getting concussed.
That's when you feel the first wave of steaming, thick cum flood your throat.
Matt lets out a huge growl and thrusts as deep as he can, pushing your face into his crotch with as much force as he can muster. You face suffocation on two fronts, your nose pinned against smelly pubes and skin, your throat backed-up with cock and cum. You once again strain to free yourself, sputtering and gagging, pushing off of him with all your might. Your vision starts to get spotty, and then you feel another, somehow bigger wave of fresh cum pour down your throat into your stomach.
You smack and push at Matt in vain, struggling to free yourself from his grasp as your vision fades and your lungs burn. He grunts once more and thrusts back down your throat again to release a third giant load of gooey, piping hot cum. You feel yourself on the verge of passing out as you push with all your might, when Matt suddenly releases your hair from his vice-grip.
You jerk yourself back off his dick and suck in a huge breath. The cum still bursting from your mouth and throat chokes you, and you begin coughing once again. You splutter as you gulp down as much air as you can in between gulping down mouthfuls of cum. You can feel a few stray spurts of Matt's jizz fall onto your face as his orgasm winds down, and you snort and gasp as cum bubbles out of your nose.
You stay there for a while, dazed and kneeling at Matt's feet. You do nothing but breathe. You feel as though so much cum entered your head that your brain is flooded. Your mouth hangs open as your head lolls back, cum and saliva pouring from it like a fountain, soaking the floor beneath you.
"That was like, the best fuckin' nut I ever busted," sighs a blissed-out Matt.
"We gotta do this again sometime, okay, baby?"
You don't answer. Your mind is too fried to really understand the words he is saying. He stands up, pushing you back a bit, and pulls up his pants.
"I'm fuckin' outta here," he says, looking pleased with himself, "think I'm gunna go and get blazed. Tell Alex he owes me twenty bucks when he's up. And try not get too sad at how disappointing his dick is now that you had mine."
Matt begins to walk back toward the front door, readjusting his pants as he goes. As he gets to the door he calls back to you over his shoulder.
"Keep that throat fuckin' tight for me, baby."
He chuckles as he wanders out the door.
There are many thoughts that could have been going through your head as you kneel on your living room floor, a dazed, cum-soaked wreck.
What the fuck just happened?
How is Matt's cock so big?
How did that happen?
How did I take that giant thing down my throat?
What happened to me?
Since when was Matt such a dickhead?
What's going on today?
Do I really owe Matt twenty bucks?
What the *fuck* just happened?
But all of those good, rational thoughts were replaced with just one:
[["*I need more*"->I need more]]A small glob of cum trickles out of your nose and into your open mouth. As it lands on your tongue, something inside you snaps, and...
You cum.
(text-style: "expand")[(text-style: "shadow")[**Hard**]].
You've never experienced an orgasm like this before. Your pathetic dicklet spurts out a tiny load of cum into your thong, but the sensation is stronger than anything you've ever felt. It's as if all of the nerves in your body were moved to your crotch as wave after wave of bliss flow through you.
You collapse backwards, writhing on the floor in ecstasy, bucking your hips and moaning like a man possessed. Your orgasm continues to pulse through you, bringing excrutiating pleasure with each heartbeat. After what feels like hours -but could only have been seconds- you find yourself thinking consciously again.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "J'ai besoin de ressentir ça à nouveau", "I need to feel that again")]," you state matter-of-factly.
You climb to your feet shakily. A fire has been lit within your soul. You have a burning desire to feel that high again. You need to get your face fucked again, and you figure [[Matt's cock]] is the |secret>[(link:"perfect")[perfect(show:?cloaked)]] place to start.
|cloaked)[ [[Actually... No! You don't need Matt. Any cock will do!->BJ Whore 1]] ]"Huh, who are...?"
Matt is stoned out of his mind when he answers the door. His eyes are barely focused on anything, and he doesn't even flinch as you barge into his house, dragging him by the wrist behind you.
"Whass goin' on?" He slurs as you drag him to his own couch and push him down onto it.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je vais sucer ta bite", "I'm going to suck your dick")]," you say, dropping to your knees.
You feverishly begin pulling at his jeans again, desperate to reach that incredible piece of meat you crave.
"I dunno what you're saying, little Spanish girl, but I like where this is going," he chuckles.
He helps you pull his pants all the way off, his cock popping free, getting hard already.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je parle français, imbécile", "I speak French, fool")]," you mutter, before stuffing your mouth with his growing fuckstick. This time entirely of your own volition.
"Hell yeah, baby, that's dope," he groans, reaching for your hair with his hand.
You slap away his hand and pull your mouth off his cockhead.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "J'ai donné le rythme cette fois", "This time, I set the pace")]."
He looks taken aback at first, but quickly accepts the situation once your tongue starts gliding around his tip.
"I don't understand your words, chica, but I get it. I'll keep my hands to myself."
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Dieu, tu es un putain d'idiot", "God, you're a fucking idiot")]," you sigh, before once again pressing your face as far down his cock as it can go.
"Yeah, it is pretty big, huh?"
Matt chuckles to himself, and you decide to ignore his rambling and focus on the delicious meal set before you. Now that you're sucking at your own pace, you can really appreciate the different sensations you notice while sucking dick.
The scent of cock fills your nose and tickles a part of your brain you didn't know existed. His sweaty pubes jam against your nose when you take him all the way down, and you take in as deep a whiff as you can with his cock blocking your airways.
The taste of his rod and precum swirl about in your mouth. Better than anything you've ever tasted, you sometimes suckle at the tip to get as much juicy pre as possible. Other times you jam his cock in your throat to lick and taste every inch.
The feeling of his pulsing, warm flesh pressing into your tongue and gently forcing your throat open wider with each thrust is exquisite. Sometimes you feel him stroking your head, or ever so softly pressing against your head to urge you deeper.
The sound of his moans, your moans, slurps, quags, and squelching sucks all become a beautiful chorus in your ears.
Eventually, you pull off of Matt's cock with a wet slurp, breathing deeply for a moment.
"I ain't done yet babe," he says, taking another puff from his joint, "come on, finish me off."
You have half a mind to slap him for being so entitled, but instead you reach up, snatch the joint from his hand, and take a long drag of your own.
"Hey, that's my weed you-"
His complaints are cut short as you jam the joint back into his hand and slam your face all the way down his cock once more. The buzz from the pot mingling with the buzz you already had from choking on his dick.
You continue like this for a while, switching between bouts of fucking your throat on his prick and taking hits from his seemingly endless joints. You can feel him begin to throb a little in your mouth, and a tingling in your own cock follows suit. Knowing you're almost there, you pull off him once more, and look him in the eyes.
"You want another hit, babe?" He asks, proferring you the joint.
You take it from him and take one last long drag, but you don't return it to him. Instead, you turn and snuff it in the ash tray on the coffee table behind you, much to his chagrin.
"What are you doing? I was gunna keep-"
You cut him off by pressing your finger to his lips. Looking him in the eye, you kneel back before him once more, and take his hands in yours. You don't break eye contact as you softly place his hands against the back of your head.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Brise moi, connard", "Break me, asshole")]."
He obviously couldn't understand your words, but he gets the gist pretty quickly as you use his hands to force your throat back down his engorged fuckmeat.
"Fuck yeah, this is what I wanted!" He grunts, gripping your head and ramming you down his cock as quickly as he can.
His movements become fevered and needy as he starts thrusting up to meet your face, and you once more let yourself be used like a living sex toy. You let your arms drop to your sides and enjoy the treatment. You shudder in delight each time your chin meets his giant balls, moaning and groaning around his cock to coax out your reward ever more quickly.
A manly roar and a harsh thrust is all the warning you get before he explodes in your throat. For the second time today you find yourself drowned in thick, hot jizz. It pours down your throat into your stomach. It floods around your mouth and spills out around his cock. Cum bubbles out of your nose.
You love it.
Your own meager prick bursts while Matt's powerful, girthy cock releases its second load into your welcoming throat. He presses you down harder, moaning as he unloads into your belly. His grip gets even stronger on your head, and you can feel your vision beginning to fade as your lungs cry for air. You smile as best you can around his cock as he pumps another few loads into you, your brain submerged in cum and deprived of oxygen.
You flutter in and out of consciousness as the final waves of your own orgasm subside, and the last few blasts of Matt's orgasm trickle down your throat. You barely notice as Matt throws you off his cock, you simply let yourself fall onto your back on the floor. You sigh drunkenly, smiling and rubbing your bloated, cum-stuffed belly.
"Fuck, bitch, you got a great fuckin' mouth hole," Matt sighs, reaching over and picking up the half-smoked joint and relighting it.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Merci", "Thank you")]..." you giggle.
Matt takes a hit from the joint and leans back into his couch. The two of you stay exactly where you are for a while. Matt takes occasional puffs of his weed. You sporadically hiccough, or cough up lumps of cold spunk only to swallow them back down again.
Matt is the first to break the silence.
"So, whaddoo I call you, babe?"
You reach into the back of your pants and pull out your phone, the screen now cracked from being landed on in your post-orgasm haze. You lick your finger clean and wipe it on a rare dry spot on your pants, and bring up a French to English translation site. You quickly input a sentence and toss the phone to Matt haphazardly. He grabs the phone off his lap and looks at the sentence printed on the screen.
"Whatever you want."
[[Forward, to a new life.->Matt Slut End]]The sound of you choking down Matt's cock echoes around the living room, as is common nowadays. After an arduous, back-breaking, exhausting, four hour shift at the convenience store, Matt is always so pent up. He needs you to empty his aching balls, and you are more than happy to oblige.
Matt is splayed out on the couch, a beer in one hand, and the TV remote in the other. You are in your rightful place: on your knees at Matt's feet, face buried in his lap.
You fuck your own throat on Matt's shaft as he flicks through the channels on TV, delicately cupping his nuts in one hand and massaging his thigh with the other.
"And since Alex stopped comin' into work, they've made me do extra," he complains, taking another swig from his beer.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Cela semble tellement frustrant", "That sounds so frustrating")]," you quickly sputter, before diving back to work.
You suck and lick at Matt's rigid cock with increased fervor.
"I know, it is pretty nice of me to put up with their shit, isn't it, Alice?"
As usual, your mid-fellatio conversations with Matt are entirely one-sided, as he can never understand anything you say that doesn't involve you devouring his cock like the starving slag you are.
He finishes his beer and puts the bottle on the coffee table.
"But it takes its toll, you know?"
He groans and settles back in his chair a bit more.
"You Mexicans understand the value of hard work though."
You sigh into Matt's rod and roll your eyes. You really need to sit him down and explain that you speak French to him one of these days.
And also get him to stop being so casually racist.
But you have a more important task.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Soulage ton stress avec ma bouche", "Relieve your stress with my mouth")]," you moan, placing Matt's now free hand on your head.
"Yeah, you understand me so well, Alice," he moans, forcing your head down harder onto his dick.
With a sigh of delight, you settle in for another wonderful afternoon of draining the sticky, thick cum out of your man.
---
Life continues on like this for many years. Not much changes day to day, as you spend all your time either on your knees servicing Matt's bitch breaker, or dottering about the house tidying things up when he's at work. Eventually Matt starts referring to you as his girlfriend, and occasionally he takes you with him when he goes to buy dinner or get more weed.
Most of these trips are interrupted mid-way so Matt can whisk you off to a secluded spot somewhere and pump a steaming load of spunk into your belly, but hey, that's part of the |secret>[(link:"fun")[fun(show:?cloaked)]].
You spend the rest of your life as Matt's loving, oral sex-addicted girlfriend. He never even tries to fuck you anywhere except your mouth, and you wouldn't want it any other way. Nothing feels better than the orgasm you get from him emptying his backed-up nuts into your throat, then licking him clean as he strokes your hair.
Life is good.
***ENDING: Matt's Girlfriend, the Oral Slut***(set:$ED13 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
|cloaked)[ [[Side Story: The Dinner Date->MattSlutEp1]] ]You manage to manoeuvre yourself in the air to avoid faceplanting on your floor, but slamming onto your coffee table isn't better by much of a margin.
"Ooohh..." you groan, a little dizzy from the impact.
You try to take stock of the situation while still dazed. Somehow you managed to fall right onto your wooden coffee table with startling accuracy. Your face is pressed into the wood, with your knees and shoulders almost pressed into each other. Your rear end points straight up into the air, the tiny hot pants and exposed thong not doing a whole lot to hide anything. The whole thing would probably be very embarrassing if you hadn't just taken a blow to the head.
"Damn, baby, lookin' good," comes Matt's voice from just behind you.
Still trying to gather your wits, you rotate your head a bit to look up at him. He is hungrily leering at your near bare ass, and you are sure you see a predatory glint in his usually stoned, unfocused eyes.
You yelp a little as you feel Matt's hands grip your soft buttocks. He pulls you back a little and presses his crotch against your own, a strikingly large bulge pushing against your own somewhat lacking one. His hands lightly massage your cheeks, and you involuntarily let out a soft moan. His bulge twitches against yours, and you suck in air. It feels so good. You almost feel like you should push back against him a little harder, just to feel-
"You wanna fuck like this?"
That brings you to your senses.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Non!", "No!")]" You yell, pulling yourself away from Matt's grasp and tumbling to the floor.
You scramble to your feet and back away from him, shaking.
"Woah, easy, babe," he says, a dumb grin on his face, "didn't mean to move too fast for ya."
You shake your head and try to ignore the tingling feeling in your groin.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Attends juste ici. Je reviendrai", "Just wait here. I'll be back")]," you say.
You put your palms out, tilted a little towards the floor, and push them down obviously, emphasising the movement with a raise of your eyebrows.
"Oh, yeah, alright," says Matt nonchalantly, apparently understanding the fairly universal gesture for "stay here".
You dash upstairs, heart pounding. You quickly run into your room and grab your phone, opening up a translation website. You take a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself, trying to forget that your colleague just groped you.
And that you kind of liked it...
No, you didn't like it at all! ^^You swear!^^ It was weird! You shake your head violently and then rush back downstairs. Matt is still standing where you left him, fiddling about with some stain on the front of his shirt. He turns to face you when he hears you coming.
"You all ready, baby," he says, "I'm feelin' a little worked up now."
You shudder a little, but you aren't sure whether out of disgust or arousal. You repress the thoughts and address him.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je suis Alex. Quelque chose est arrivé", "I am Alex. Something has happened")]," you say into the phone.
Moments later, it responds with a translation of your sentence.
Matt looks at you with a skeptical look.
"What, your name is Alex?"
He eyes you up and down, his gaze lingering a little on your barely visible bulge.
"Oh, I see," he says, nodding.
You're about to breath a sigh of relief that this all went so smoothly, when he continues.
"I didn't realise you were a dude. Offer still stands though. You're cute. If you wanna fuck, I'm willin' to pay."
You slam your palm into your forehead. You decide against explaining that "Alex" can also be a woman's name, as there is already too much confusion between you and you don't want to muddle things further. You take a calming breath and talk into the phone again.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Non, je suis Alex. J'habite ici", "No, I'm Alex. I live here")]."
Matt gives you a confused look and you continue talking.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je suis votre collègue", "I am your colleague")]."
Matt remains confused for a moment before speaking again.
"What do you mean? You're the Alex I work with?"
You nod, smiling, and talk again.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Quelque chose a changé mon corps. Je parle français", "Something changed my body. I speak French")]."
He scratches his head and looks at you strangely for a moment.
"But Alex looks different to you. And he doesn't speak French, he speaks English."
You snort in frustration and talk into the phone again.
"I am Alex, something changed me!"
You pause for a moment, startled.
You just spoke English.
"What the fuck?"
You grab your throat with one hand, as if expecting something to be different.
"I swear," you start, looking Matt in the eye, "I couldn't speak a word of English just a second ago."
Matt looks like his brain is hurting him as he tries to comprhend the situation.
"So, what, your name is Alex too then?"
"No! Well, yes, I'm Alex, but- Look, something weird's going on and-"
You throw your arms up and let out a sharp yell.
"Today is so fucking strange!"
Matt continues to look at you blankly.
"Look, I dunno what you're on about, but I'm still down to fuck if you are," he says, shrugging, "I'm sure other Alex won't care if we use his couch."
"Of course I'd care if you fucked someone on my couch, dipshit!"
You are moments from tearing your hair out in anger, trying to find a way to make your probably very stoned workmate understand your situation.
"Like, if we're gunna fuck though, let's get started," he says, moving to take off his shirt, "I gotta speak with other Alex about something."
An idea flashes through your mind, and you quickly blurt out a sentence to stop Matt removing his clothes.
"I once caught you smoking weed and watching porn in the break room, but I promised not to tell anyone if you covered one of my shifts that week!"
Matt pauses with his shirt halfway over his head.
"Oh," he says, slightly muffled, "so you are other Alex."
"Yes," you say, thankful he finally gets the situation.
He pulls his shirt back down over his face.
"So like, does that mean you don't want to fuck, 'cause-"
"No!" You cut Matt off abruptly.
"Shame," he says, putting his shirt back in place properly, "'cause, like, you are pretty hot now Alex. I'd totally pay to smash."
You squirm a little under his "praise" and try to collect yourself.
"Thanks ^^I guess^^..."
You spend the next couple of minutes describing your morning to Matt. You can tell most of it is going straight in one ear and out the other, but he finally seems to understand the situation as best he can.
"That's crazy," he says.
"I'll say," you reply.
You both stand there for a moment in silence.
"Yo, listen."
Matt is the first to break the silence. He walks over and places a hand on your shoulder. You feel somewhat intimidated by how tall he is. You were never very tall, especially compared to Matt, but now you barely reach partway up his torso. You can't help but glance at his crotch, noticing the large bulge is especially close to you now. You meekly look up to meet his gaze.
"Look, man, I was comin' over today cause you owed me twenty bucks and I needed it to buy something to give to... Never mind. I'd feel like a bit of a dick if I made you return it on your birthday. So how about I call it even as my gift to you, and we have ourselves a bit of a celebration?"
Now it is your turn to look confused, for many reasons. For one, you don't remember owing Matt any money. You also have never known Matt to care about being a dick to people.
And you were most surprised that someone wanted to celebrate your birthday with you.
"Uh, I, uh," you stammer, "I um, have to work today though..."
"Come on, dude," Matt laughs, patting your shoulder, "just take the day off. I do it all the time, man."
The fact that he has almost been fired for it numerous times always seems to escape him, but you keep it to yourself.
"Let's have a couple beers, smoke some pot, maybe fuck a little-"
"What!?"
You step back from Matt quickly.
"Relax, only if you want to, man," he says, surprisingly calmly.
"I don't want to have sex with you, Matt," you say warily, though you somewhat unconsciously sneak another glance at his groin.
"That's cool," he says, putting his hands up in a gesture of submission, "just saying it's on the table, man. You look hot, so offer's there."
You give him a look of disdain, but he seems to ignore it.
"Don't want to, all good. Let's just kick back and drink a little. Get a bit blazed. Have a day to just chill. It's your birthday."
Although Matt's motives seem a little fishy, you can't say the idea of spending a day smoking and drinking doesn't appeal somewhat. It'd be the best way you've spent your birthday since God knows how long ago.
Do you really want to pass up the chance for your first proper birthday celebration in years?
[[Chill with Matt->Instant Loss Matt Prelude]]
[[Go to work->Work Line]]"FUCK ME HARDER!"
You aren't sure how you ended up here after only thirty minutes. Bent over the arm of your couch, stark naked, with Matt's bitch-breaking cock repeatedly forcing its way in and out of your previously virgin asshole. You're sure you could trace the steps back if you tried. But the haze of multiple beers, several joints, and the sensation of a wrist-thick shaft destroying your hole makes it hard to think straight.
You're sure you'd intend that pun as well, if you were lucid.
"{(live: 1s)[(either: "FUCK ME HARDER!", "GOD!", "FUCK ME!")]} {(live: 1s)[(either: "OH YES!", "FUCK!", "FUCK ME!")]} {(live: 1s)[(either: "YES!", "OH GOD!", "HARDER!")]}"
Matt obliges and continues to ram every last inch of his foot-long cock deep into your ass.
"Fuck, you're so tight, bitch!" He groans, gripping your waist and pulling you back into his hips.
His giant, full balls slam up against your own tiny ones as he rams you as hard as he can, each fleshy thud reaffirming your place as his bitch. The veritable slab of man-meat in your ass fills you entirely, each thrust smashing your prostate and making you leak pathetically from your flopping, small prick.
You're suddenly pulled up as Matt tucks his arms under your legs and pulls you off of the arm rest. Without removing his throbbing length from your broken asshole, he shuffles backwards and leans against the wall.
"Fuuuck, I'm gunna wreck this ass," Matt hisses through his teeth.
He weaves his arms behind your shoulders and locks his hands together on the back of your head, holding you in an impossible to escape full nelson. Then he begins thrusting up into you once more with incredible strength.
A series of incoherent yelps and expletives tumble from your mouth as you cum violently. Your limp dick sprays out a dollop of watery jizz onto the wood floor beneath you, and your ass tightens to a vice-grip around the invading monster cock, drawing more groans of pleasure from the man fucking you.
"Oh fuck yeah," Matt moans, speeding up his thrusts, "keep clenching like that, fag."
You would tell Matt that "you'd do anything for him as long as he doesn't stop fucking you", but your mind is so shattered by your orgasm that you simply flop limply in Matt's embrace with a dumb smile.
Matt continues to fuck you full nelson for a little while longer before exclaiming, "God, I'm gunna fuckin' cum. Gotta get comfy."
You're too zoned out to do anything but giggle and moan as Matt walks over to the coffee table, fucking you with lighter -but no less pleasurable- thrusts all the while.
He stops thrusting for a moment (which makes you make a sound somewhere between a whimper and a hiccough) to lift his leg up and push the empty beer bottles and dirty ash tray from the table. Normally, you'd admonish someone for staining your throw rug and floor like that, but at this point you'd let Matt commit multiple acts of terror without complaint if he promised to resume fucking you.
"Sorry, sissy," Matt laughs, "just want to get comfy for my nut."
He releases your head from his grasp and lays you face down on the freshly cleared coffee table. You whine as his cock slips out of you, and protest weakly as he shifts you around. Soon you're lying prone on your coffee table, legs bowed out either side, arms being held into your lower back by Matt's powerful hand. Your feet are just barely resting on the end of the table
Matt kneels up on the table in between your legs, and teases his cock against your battered hole once again.
"I'm sure you can handle this, cockslut. This table's the perfect size for you."
He thrusts himself down to the hilt before you can respond, any possible words replaced with gibbering and screams of pleasure. He presses your arms painfully into your back, and moves his other hand to push your face into the table. You're crushed under his weight as he slams down into you with full force, gravity and dick both working in tandem to destroy your petite body.
Even as your head is crushed into the wooden table, you beg for his cock head to crush your ass.
Even as your arms are forced into your spine, you beg him to force his cock into your ass.
Even as your lungs scream for air, you scream for Matt to fuck your ass.
And as you cum harder than you ever have in your life, you beg him to cum in you.
Your incoherent babbling is likely not what finally pushes Matt over the edge. More than likely it is the crushing tightness around his shaft that makes your anal invader finally burst. With a roar of pleasure, Matt slams down into your ass with the force of a thousand suns, and the first of his searing, goopy, virile loads floods out of his balls.
A never-ending torrent of cum gushes from Matt's cock, almost immediately filling you to the brim. Cum rockets out of your ass around his throbbing prick, soaking your cheeks and legs in spunk. Your belly begins to bloat as every crevice of your bowels are marinated with semen. It feels as though you are going to explode from the sheer quantity of cum inside you.
And yet still more comes, with spurt after glorious spurt of Matt's thick jizz forcing itself into your flooded body. More and more cum spills out of you and coats your legs, pooling on the table and leaking onto the rug. Long after your body is stuffed beyond any reasonable limit, Matt's manly balls continue to jet piping loads of cream into your ass.
You had long since stopped making any sound, your mouth flapping wordlessly as your tongue lolls about. Your eyes are rolled up into the back of your head, and you can barely hear the man behind you speak.
"Daaamn. You took it like a champ, slut. Fuckin' best nut in a while."
You're sure his praise would make you feel very warm inside, if his litres of baby batter weren't already filling that role.
Matt grunts softly as he extricates his cock from your ass. As soon as the rod plugging up your utterly obliterated hole is removed, waves of still hot cum begin to pour out.
"Fuck, my clothes are ruined," Matt says, with a tone of annoyance, "I'll just borrow some of yours after my shower."
He begins to shed his clothes and toss them on the floor amidst the pools of cum leaking across your living room. You can hear him walking towards the bathroom as you dreamily drift to sleep, comforted by the warm sensation in your belly and the throbbing pleasure radiating throughout your lower body.
[[Wake Up->After Matt Anal]]You come to quite slowly, your body aching. One eye seems to be sealed shut as the other blinks open. You vaguely recognise that you are in your living room.
As you groggily attempt to shift yourself onto your hands, you slip in something and tumble off of whatever you were atop and land on the floor. You can feel something fluffy but soaked underneath your naked body. You groan and sit up, wiping your face in an attempt to clear your eye. You manage to scrape away whatever it was that was blinding you and look at your hand to see what the offending substance is.
In your hand is an off-white goo. It is lumpy and dried around the edges, but still has a fairly liquid consistency. It drips off of your palm in slow, thick drops, and rolling it between your fingertips causes it to form sticky strings. Still struggling through your sleep inertia, you take a deep breath to clear your head. The earthy, sour smell that invades your nostrils jolts you awake, and you finally recognise the substance.
It's cum.
There is cum covering eighty percent of your body.
You retch, dropping your hands onto the floor to stabilise yourself. The throw rug beneath you squelches as you land, making you recoil in disgust as you realise it too is soaked in jizz. You scramble to your feet, flinching with revulsion at each squishy 'schlop' that accompanies your movement.
You sprint away from your spunk saturated sitting area, racing to the bathroom. You try to ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you that you are trailing gobs of thick, rancid cum all over your hallway. You can clean the house later. Right now, you need to clean your body. And your soul, but you wager that will take more than just scalding water and soap.
The bathroom door rattles on its hinges as you barge into the tiled room. You clamber into the shower and turn the water on, wincing as boiling water splashes over you. You withstand the burning sensation on your skin as you fiddle with the temperature. At this point, a few minor sears here and there are a small price to pay for cleanliness. Once the water is cool enough for you to stand under -but still hot enough to cause irritation to your delicate skin- you start to wash the cum from your body.
You scratch and scrape and scrub and scour. Your skin shines a blazing red under the combined assault of the hot water and your disgusted fingers. You continue to wash yourself all over until you can't see nor feel a single speck of cum on your body. You inwardly thank whatever gods may be laughing at you right now for your newly short hair. Had you even your old hair length, you'd be struggling to clean all the spunk glued in it. As your hair is now though, it doesn't take very long before your hair is silky smooth, and -most importantly- jizz-free.
When you can no longer feel the cum on your skin, you let out a sigh of relief and rest your head against the shower wall. You start thinking about what got you in this state. Your brain feels all fuzzy, and the nausea you're experiencing doesn't help any.
"That's the last time I drink," you slur, your voice drowned out by the rushing water pouring over you.
Clearly your new body is very weak to the effects of alcohol and weed. That is the only thing that explains why you feel so wretchedly ill.
"And why I let Matt fuck me."
The words leave your own mouth, but it takes you a moment to really register what you just said. It all starts to come back to you, and you feel a fresh way of revulsion roll through you.
You let Matt fuck you. That was an undeniable fact. You let your stoned pervert of a colleague fuck you in your own living room.
No, you didn't just *let* him fuck you. You ***begged*** him for it. You screamed and moaned and pleaded and begged him to fuck you hard as you came over and over again on his dick. His massive, powerful dick.
As you start to piece together your memories from the past few hours, you shudder. Matt fucked you. He fucked you in your ass until you came. Repeatedly. He fucked you in your tight, virgin pucker until he released an ungodly amount of cum into you.
The memory of Matt practically inflating you with his (frankly implausibly huge) orgasm makes your belly grumble in discomfort. There is one place you haven't cleaned yet.
You nervously squat down as low as you can, and let your agonisingly tightly clenched muscles relax. Several large dollops of nut-butter gloop out of your abused hole and are washed away down the drain. Another shudder washes over you as you empty the cum from inside you, but this time you cannot deny what you are feeling. That was a shudder of bliss.
You *loved* it.
Your throbbingly hard prick punctuates the point quite succintly.
You stand up again and pick at your nails anxiously. Confusion, repugnance, arousal, and anger are all fighting in your belly. You don't know how to feel. You don't know what you should be feeling. You don't know what you don't want to feel.
You're at a loss.
The water splashing on your sparkling clean body starts to cool, and it breaks you from your inner turmoil enough to turn off the shower. You hop out and reach for your towel, but find the rack empty. You scan around the room for your missing towel, and groan loudly when you find it. It's lying crumpled in the corner of the bathroom, reminding you that Matt used your shower when he was done ravaging you. A twitch in your groin at your use of the word 'ravaging' has you asking yourself to be more particular in your choice of vocabulary.
You sigh and head out to the linen cupboard in the hallway, mindful of any stray puddles of cum strewn across the floor. You grab a fresh towel and start drying yourself there in front of the cupboard. Your thoughts are still scattered, and you can't decide how to proceed from here.
Part of you wants to go and yell at Matt. You're angry -you think- that he fucked you despite you saying you didn't want to. Sure, you don't really remember much from your inebriated state, so you may have said yes, but it still wasn't right of him.
Right?
If you're honest with yourself, you don't know if you really are as angry at Matt as a part of you wants to believe. There is an annoying voice in the back of your head that is telling you that you loved what happened. That you wanted it even before you agreed to 'celebrate' with him.
Your thoughts are so at odds with each other. You can't decide what to do. Do you go and [[confront Matt->Confront Matt]] and admonish him for his treatment of you? Or should you just [[head to bed->Don't confront Matt]] for now and put this crazy day out of your mind for a while?Yeah, that's what you have to do!
"I'm gonna go give him a right talking to!" You yell, to no one in particular.
You toss the sullied towel to the floor and storm up to your bedroom. You find some clothes that still somewhat fit your shrunken frame and pull them on with a huff before storming back downstairs. You grab your wallet and house keys from their spot on the bench and jam them into your pockets.
"Where is my phone?" You ask aloud, looking about.
That's when you remember that you had it in the living room earlier when talking to Matt. A huge blush covers your face as you are once again reminded of what happened this morning. Concluding that your phone is probably both ruined and unecessary at this point, you make your way to the door.
You throw open your front door and take a deep breath.
You know what you have to do. You are going to go to Matt and...
Go to Matt and...
"I'm going to go and make Matt apologise for his actions!"
That's it. Make him apologise. For fucking you silly...
"Yeah! He can't just treat someone like that!"
And then leave... He didn't even stay to check if you were okay after...
"He had the audacity to call me the names he did!"
Even if he has such an incredible, strong, manly cock...
"That doesn't mean he has the right to treat people that way!"
Even if it's someone as submissive, and sexy as you...
"That doesn't mean anything!"
Even if you were asking for it, what with your slutty clothes, and bouncy, fuckable ass...
And begging for it with your pretty little face...
"To feel it deeper in me..."
Pounding your needy, tight hole...
...
"No! I won't stand for it!"
You lock your door behind you and march off towards the bus stop.
"Just you wait, Matt," you seethe as you stomp along, "you may be feeling high and mighty now, but I'm going to tear you down a peg or two. I am! I swear, you better look out, because [[I'm coming for you!->Matt Bitch]]"Life as Matt's bitch is quite easy for you. You never really have to think about what's going to happen next, or what you want to do with yourself, or think about anything at all. You have a simple routine you follow, and you're content.
You wake.
You clean.
You take Matt's {(live: 1s)[(either: "wonderful", "glorious", "powerful", "massive")]} cock in your ass until you black out.
Rinse and repeat, day after day.
Especially rinse.
Matt pours so much cum in and on you that you often barely have time to clean it all up before he has you pinned to some surface or another taking his cock again. Some days he fucks you so hard and makes so much of a mess in the morning that you're still passed out in a pool of jizz when he gets home from work. Those are the days that you like the most, because Matt gets so angry when he hasn't lit up for a few hours. You love it when he takes out his aggression on you, screaming about how worthless you are while managing to obliterate your ass even harder than he normally does.
Time eventually loses most of it's meaning to you. You spend so much time unconscious that you never know if it's day or night when you wake up. Hell, sometimes you barely know if Matt is fucking you anew, or if you managed to be fucked to sleep and woken up again before he even came once.
But that's fine. You're Matt's living cocksleeve; his portable asshole that he can fuck whenever he's pent up.
Or he's horny.
Or he's tired.
Or angry.
Or just feels like fucking you.
You're used whenever Matt wants to use you, and you're content. Sure, you don't have a job, or family, or sense of self, or a life of your own, but that's fine.
At the end of the day, a pathetic cocksleeve like you only needs one thing: beefy, turgid cock pounding your gaping, greedy asshole.
And Matt makes sure you're never wanting.
***ENDING: Matt's Anal Bitch***(set:$ED10 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]"Yeah," you say, nodding, "we can celebrate. But I'm not gonna have too much to drink. And just a little weed. I'm a bit of a light weight."
"That's cool, that's cool," says Matt, pulling a joint from his pocket and handing it to you.
He wanders over to your fridge and grabs out 2 beers.
"All about doin' what we want to, man. Sexy thing like you deserves to relax on your birthday however you want."
The way Matt describes you causes you to shudder a bit in {(live: 1.2s)[(either: "disgust", "arousal")]}, and you try not to meet his gaze as he brazenly ogles you. You drop down onto the couch and let out a deep sigh.
"You're right ^^I think^^," you say, taking the beer from Matt as he sits next to you, "just stop making lewd remarks about my body, man."
"Sorry, dude," he says, unapologetically, "you're just really fuckin' hot now, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah," you grumble, cracking open your beer.
"Relax, Alex," says Matt, opening his own beer, "it's a celebration after all."
He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a lighter, which he gestures towards you. You put the joint in your mouth and lean towards him, letting him light it.
"Let's kick back, chill out, see where the day goes," he says.
Matt lights his own joint before sinking back into the chair.
"Who knows, maybe you'll be a little less uptight about some harmless remarks after a you let some of that tension go."
"I get it, I'll loosen up a little," you say frustratedly, "but stop trying to hit on me, dude."
You take a deep pull from your weed and breathe out.
"Whatever happens, I am not going to let you [[fuck me->Instant Loss Matt]]."This interactive story contains sexually explicit material. By continuing, you acknowledge that:
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[[Ending List (Spoilers)->Ending List]]"I'M CUMMING FOR (text-style: "rumble")[YOOOUUUU]!"
You shriek into the mattress as Matt's cock pounds your prostate into paste for the third time tonight, his bed creaking under the sheer force of his thrusts. His body smashes into yours mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure tingling through you each time his mighty balls crash against your own pitiable sack. Each thrust of Matt's majestic manmeat into your ravaged ass forces another meagre spurt of watery spunk from your effectively vestigial prick, soaking into the sheets.
"Keep tightening that boypussy, faggot," Matt growls at you.
You do your best to obey him, but you manage to do little more than flex weakly for an instant before you're back to howling in ecstasy.
"Always thought you were a little bitch, Alex," Matt grunts, never ceasing his thrusting, "just never expected you'd be *my* little bitch so easily."
He places a hand on your head and forces your face deeper into the mattress.
"All those times you made me do that tedious shit at work! All those times you chastised me for smokin' weed in the break room! All those times I could have simply bent you over and shut your sissy ass up with a hard dicking!"
You're struggling to breathe as Matt continues his tirade. He continues to hold your face down as he plows you, all the while listing every little grievance he's ever had with you. With Matt's cock fucking your breath away, and the mattress blocking any new air coming in, your vision starts to blur. Just yesterday you'd have been afraid of suffocation, but as your ass is utterly brutalised by Matt's giant cock for the fourth time today, you can't help but feel that suffocation is a small price to pay for this bliss.
"You're gunna be my fucking cocksleeve from now on! You're gunna take my cock whenever I say! I'm gunna ruin (text-style: "blur")[you! I'm gunna fill you with so much cum you won't] (text-style: "blurrier")[be able to move. You're gunna be...]"
You start to zone Matt out as his rant goes on. Matt is quite aggressive when he isn't high, but you're fine with it. You would take any amount of verbal abuse if it meant your slutty asshole recieved an equal amount of this abuse. Besides, you can barely understand that Matt is even speaking words at this point. You simply bask in the incredible feeling of his gargantuan shaft churning up your guts, his hefty nuts clapping into your sack, and his cum bubbling away deep in your colon.
Matt finally cums again, painting your insides white for the fourth time today. As he slams himself home and you cum for what must be the fifteenth time this hour, the lack of air finally catches up with you and you pass out.
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{(live: 0.5s)[(either: "Bang!", "Kaboom!", "Whammo!", "Pow!")]}
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_ghost[Awoo]At the door is a |translate>[(cycling-link: "190cm", "6'2")] tall, pasty, lanky, unkempt man. His long brown hair and scruffy beard look like they've not been washed in weeks. He is wearing a white t-shirt and some baggy jeans, both of which are covered in grease stains and scorch marks. He reeks of marijuana and body odour, and he is vacantly staring ahead with half-lidded eyes as the door opens.
"Hey, Alex, I'm here to-"
He cuts himself off in surprise, as if only just now realising he wasn't looking at anyone.
"Oh, uh hey, little lady," he says, peering down at you, "didn't see ya there."
Matt is one of your colleagues at the convenience store you work at. He is the stereotypical sleazy stoner dude, constantly getting high and making a pass at everything that moves. You would hesitate to call him a friend, as you aren't really very close, but you've spent some time with the guy outside of work.
You have no idea why Matt is at your doorstep this morning, but a familiar face is welcome after the morning you've had so far.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Salut Matt. Quoi de neuf?", "Hi Matt. What's up?")]"
You bring your hands to your mouth in shock. Was that French? Since when do you speak French?
"Uh, I don't speak Italian, sorry, baby."
Matt looks a little confused as he watches you repeatedly touch your mouth.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Pourquoi est-ce que je parle français?", "Why do I speak French?")]"
You look him in the eyes with somewhat of a pleading look as you gently touch your lips. His eyes scan over you, and then widen a little as if in understanding.
"Oh, I get it," he says, smirking, "you're a hooker that Alex hired because he can't get any. I should have known from that sexy 'fit you got on."
You are stunned silent. Several things that Matt just said are competing in your brain for the thing to be most upset about, but the one that finally triumphs is his comment about your clothes. You only now remember what you are wearing, and it makes you go as red as a tomato. You try vainly to cover some of your body, but the only thing you actually accomplish is making Matt bite his lip a little and nod.
"How much for a quickie right now, babe?"
His question catches you off-guard, and once more you look at him in quiet disbelief.
"Alex is probably asleep, yeah? We could probably get it done here before he wakes up."
His bluntness is almost impressive, as it's enough to knock you into responding.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je ne suis pas une prostituée!", "I'm not a prostitute!")]"
Your attempt at an angry shout falls flat somewhat, as your diminutive stature and relatively soft voice do not convey much rage.
"Is that a yes, baby?"
Matt's question makes you furrow your brow even more. Clearly he cannot understand a word you are saying. You decide that you'll have to translate somehow. Remembering that your phone is still on your desk, you gesture to Matt to follow you inside.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Suivez-moi, je vais chercher mon téléphone.", "Follow me, I'll get my phone.")]"
Matt pumps his fist and exclaims, "yeah, that's fuckin' tight. Best way to start the day!"
You shake your head in frustration and stomp back towards your room. You aren't paying much attention as you walk by the living room, and your foot snags on a protruding corner of your throw rug. You are tossed off balance by your own momentum and start to fall. You flail about mid-air as time seems to slow. With some awkward twisting and turning, you manage to land on...
[[your knees.->Matt BJ]]
[[the coffee table.->The coffee table]]On the other side of the door is the tallest woman you've ever seen in person. At least |translate>[(cycling-link: "2 metres", "6'5")] tall, she towers over your tiny new body. You can barely see her face past her gigantic bust. Her boobs are clearly too large for the top she is wearing, the two beach ball sized orbs threatening to scatter the buttons across your lawn.
You manage to tear your gaze from her chest and examine her face properly. Her vibrant blue eyes shine like diamonds, contrasted by the beautiful, ebony skin around them. Her lips are prominent and alluring, and they glisten ever so softly in the sunlight, betraying the existence of a coating of lip gloss. Her face is rounded and plump, with dimples in her cheeks that accentuate her wide, cheerful smile. Her hair is an onyx black, frizzy and full of pep. It is bunched up into a bun behind her head with a scrunchie, but you imagine if it was loose it would sit on her shoulders.
You avoid her eyes as she looks into yours, inadvertently checking out the rest of her body. She is in all senses of the word: THICC (with two deliciously curvy capital C's). Her hips are so wide that you feel she would struggle walking through most doorways front on. Her thighs and belly are soft and rounded, as are her powerful arms, one of which rests on her ample hips. The other holds a small package by her side.
"Good mornin', darlin'," she says cheerily, "ya wouldn't happ'n ta be Alex, would ya?"
Her accent is heavily Texan, bordering on stereotypical, and has a mature, near matronly timbre to it. It makes you feel safe, as though all the worries of the world are far away. You find yourself thinking that anything this woman says can be trusted; that a voice this loving only wants the best for you.
"Well, hun? Are ya?"
You're so astonished by her size, beauty, and voice, that it takes you a few moments to register that she asked you a question.
"Um, uh, yeah," you stammer out awkwardly.
You fidget stupidly, suddenly feeling very small and insecure in her presence.
"That's wunderful," she says, "ah got sumthin' just fer yoo!"
You wonder what this incredible woman could possible have for you; what gift she could possibly deign you worthy enough to recieve.
She holds a small package out to you and you take it carefully, examining it. It is nondescript, and has some sort of slip taped to the front, listing your address, name, and cost of postage.
It's mail. Because she is a mail woman.
Your brain finally starts working at its normal speed again, and you look back to her. Her feet are clad in large brown lace-up boots, with plain white socks peeking out the top. She is wearing khaki shorts that barely fit her voluptuous figure. You wonder if they are hurting her any, because they seem to dig quite tightly into her thighs and waist. There is no sign of a belt holding her pants up, but she hardly needs one, as they seem almost painted to her body.
A button-up khaki blouse is tucked into her pants, the sleeves folded neatly a little way down her upper arm. It too seems a little undersized, as it clings to her curves in a delightful way. Her breasts are pushing the buttons on the shirt to their limits, and you can see straight through the gaps in the shirt around her cleavage to the white bra underneath.
A small khaki cap sits atop her head with impeccable balance, the "Tortoise Delivery Service" logo -a tortoise riding a scooter- emblazoned on the front.
"Don't stare too hard, sugah," comes a giggle from above, "girl maht think she's got sumthin' on 'er face!"
You jump in fright, torn from your impolite ogling. You sputter out an incoherent apology, and the delivery woman chuckles heartily.
"Oh, aren't yoo a sweet li'l thing! Don't take it too seriously, hun!"
Her chest heaves hypnotically as she laughs, and you find yourself staring again.
That is, before something beams you right between the eyes.
You flail back in shock, and have crashed painfully onto the floor before you can let out a startled yell. Pain radiates through the back of your head and suffuses your body, eliciting grunts of discomfort.
"Oh dee-ah! Ah'm so sorry, darlin'!"
You see a pair of giant boobs in the edges of your vision as you sit up stiffly. The lady has made her way into your front room and is kneeling down as best she can in the tight space.
"Ah guess mah poor shirt fahnally gave out!"
You see what she is talking about immediately. Several buttons on her top have torn free, her cleavage now scandalously visible in the resulting gap. You rub your forehead tenderly, and peel a small white button from the spot where your eyes and nose meet.
"Hope ya ain't hurtin' too bad," the woman says worriedly, "ah doubt the button was that painful, but you smacked yer pretty li'l head mighty hard on the floor there."
You groan that you're alright, but the back of your head does throb a little.
"Well that's good," she sighs, "glad ya ain't got no major pains on mah part."
She looks to your side and furrows her brow a bit.
"Oh no, ya dropped yer package when ya tumbled. Lemme get it for ya."
Her breasts push up dangerously close to your face as she leans over to grab the package that fell from your hand in all your flailing. She grasps it in one of her powerful hands and lifts it, but it must have broken open in the fall, as its contents tumble right out onto the floor.
You gawp at the fleshlight lying on your floor, unsure if you're more confused or mortified.
"Oh, oopsie," the delivery woman giggles, "ah'm sorry, hun'. Didn't mean to air yer secrets to tha world."
"That's not mine, I never bought anything like that!"
Your words tumble over each other trying to get out of your mouth.
"I swear, I don't know why I would get that!"
You aren't lying; you really didn't buy a fleshlight recently. But the more you stammer and make excuses for yourself, the more you come across as guilty.
"Please, it isn't mine, I promise!"
The mail woman puts a calming hand on your head and shushes you.
"No need ta get all hot an' bothered, darlin'," she coos, and you find yourself calming down, if only a little.
"Ain't no reason ta be embarrassed, buyin' a li'l sumthin' ta make yerself feel nice an' tingly."
You want to plead your innocence further, but you refrain. With some of your composure back you know that saying anything else will only make you look sillier than you do.
"Yer a pretty lookin' thing," the woman says, moving her hand down to cup your cheek.
Her palm is larger than your entire face, and you feel simultaneously tiny and safe. You sigh and let yourself sink into her warm hand.
"Ah think yer just flustered cause ya ain't made yerself feel good in a while, am ah right?"
You aren't sure how to respond. She is right, in that you haven't gotten off recently. Between exhaustion from work and general unhappiness, your libido hasn't exactly been high in recent months. But you don't really feel like you can admit that to this beautiful stranger. It embarrasses you to admit to yourself, and you don't want to look even more pathetic to her.
"Ah know yer all tongue-tied right now, sugah. How's about ya let me help ya out a bit?"
She strokes your cheek and you melt a little inside.
"Let's head inta yer house and ah can help ya learn how ta use yer new toy, hmm?"
[[Nod timidly->Small Penis Line]]
[[Look away, embarrassed->Anal Love Line]]"Sorry, Matt," you say sheepishly, "it's been a crazy morning. As weird as it sounds, going to work is probably the best plan for me. I need some normalcy again."
Matt is visibly disappointed by your answer, and the way he stares directly at your ass instead of your eyes as you talk cements the fact that he wanted much more out of this "celebration" than just to wish you well for your birthday.
"I get it, dude," he starts, putting his hands in his pockets, "all good. You live your way, man."
His tone of voice makes you feel very guilty, but you stick to your guns.
"Thank you for the offer, though," you say, smiling awkwardly.
"Don't mention it," he mumbles, and he is soon out the door.
You wait until the door shuts behind him to let out a big sigh. You sit on the floor and put your head in your hands. For a few moments, you just sit. You aren't thinking. You aren't feeling. You aren't even breathing. For those brief moments, you are empty.
"Right," you say, gingerly smacking your cheeks, "let's [[go to work->Meet Corrigan]].""Thank God!"
Corrigan wastes no time locking her lips back over yours as soon as your consent leaves them. Her tongue swirls around in your mouth, exploring the contours and recesses of it with gusto. She pulls back momentarily before hungrily diving back in and devouring your lips.
You feel her lip ring snag on your bottom lip and wince as it painfully yanks you forward when she tries to move away.
"Shit, sorry, hun," she says, genuinely apologetic, "must have loosened it a little before. I'm getting a bit too feral for my own good."
Corrigan removes the dislodged lip ring and stuffs it in her pocket, spitting her gum onto the floor while she remembers. Taking your face gently in one hand, she examines your lip.
"No blood," she remarks, "you'll be alright."
A sly smile spreads across her face.
"I should probably kiss it better, just to be safe."
You smile too as she tenderly kisses you again. She moves less frantically now, less assaulting your face with a barrage of lip smacks and more of what one normally imagines as a kiss.
"I have to feel you," she whispers huskily.
After returning her lips to their task, she snakes a hand under your shirt and starts to caress your back. You sigh softly into her mouth, and she takes that as the cue to start working her other hand down the back of your pants.
Your boss' fingers dig into your buttock sharply, but in a sensual way, coaxing another moan from your mouth into hers. She smiles warmly and lets herself grope you with less restraint. Her hand on your back daintly glides across your skin like silk, eliciting goosebumps. Meanwhile, her other hand is aggressively kneading your asscheek, making you grunt in pleasure.
After a little while longer, Corrigan decides to change things up a bit. Without removing her hands or lips from their stations, she shifts her leg and forces you down a little, pushing her thigh up into your crotch.
"Ah!"
You accidentally break the kiss as you let out a blissful yelp. Corrigan takes the opportunity to move her mouth up to your ear and begin nibbling on it playfully. The attention makes you squirm, which makes you rub up against her thigh, which forces another gasp from you.
"That's it, baby," she whispers seductively in your ear, "cum for me."
She grinds her leg into your now throbbing groin a little harder. She dips down to suckle and bite your neck, all the while her hands continue their work carressing and kneading you.
"Cum for me, Alex," she demands, biting your earlobe softly.
The combined ministrations of her hands, thigh, mouth, and voice prove to be more than you can handle. You cry out in ecstasy, then cum, shooting a small glob of jizz into your thong. You shudder in Corrigan's embrace as your orgasm subsides, and she slowly pulls herself off of you, letting you slide gently to the floor as your legs give out.
"That's what I wanted to see," Corrigan murmurs, biting her lip.
You look up at her and smile weakly, eyes unfocused.
"But we aren't done yet, hun."
Corrigan begins undoing the front of her jeans.
"[[Now it's my turn.->Boytoy2]]"Still stunned by this entire situation, you nod your head timidly.
"Now, now, darlin'," she hums patronisingly, "use yer words for me. Do ya want me ta help yoo?"
You scrunch your face up a little, but the warmth of the hand on your cheek centres and calms you.
"Y-yes, pl-please," you finally squeak.
You're swept up in a crushing bearhug within moments.
"That's the way, hun!"
You're squeezed by her powerful arms into her gargantuan bosom. You briefly wonder whether you'll die from suffocation or broken bones first.
"Let Mama Millie help ya feel good!"
The pressure on your body lessens somewhat, but you're still smothered and blinded by her cavernous cleavage. You can feel the woman -Millie, you presume- moving you about, and let yourself relax into her embrace.
"That's a nice lookin' couch, baby. Lotsa space for a curvy gal like me ta get comfy!"
You surmise that the two of you have arrived in the living room by her exclamation. After being jostled about for a bit, you hear Millie let out a grunt as the two of you drop into what you assume is your couch.
"Ya doin' alright in there?"
You grunt and raise a thumbs up to signal that you're fine despite your lack of vision and fresh air.
"Ah'm glad," she chuckles, "but ah need to move ya out, if yer not too comfy."
You let out an exaggerated sigh, which earns you a chuckle, but you let yourself be extricated from your warm hiding place.
"Ah'm so happy yer feelin' more relaxed around me, sugah."
Millie pulls you out of her cleavage and then spins you around, sitting you onto her ample lap. She nudges you so you are leaning back into her breasts, and you let yourself -quite literally- sink into your new seating space.
"Ooh, this is nice."
Your voice surprises you, and you freeze up, feeling shy again. Millie laughs gently, rocking your entire body. She reaches down and pets your head as best she can while it's pressed against breast.
"Ah wancha ta tell me what feels good for ya, darlin'," she says sweetly, "this is about makin' yoo feel good, afta all."
You are self-conscious, but you manage to let yourself speak freely.
"I-it feels very g-good, M-Mama Millie."
She lets out a hearty chuckle once more, throwing you around as her body shakes. You feel ashamed again, but her tone alays your worries some.
"Just Millie is alright, sugah. Mah name is Millicent, but that's a right mouthful."
She lowers her voice to a whisper, and for the first time since she started speaking you swear you can hear a hint of sultriness in it.
"Unless a'course ya ackshally *want* ta call me Mama. Yer more than welcome to. Ah really do like it."
Instead of making you feel cozy as it has so far, Millie's whisper makes your groin light up and your heart race. You gulp loudly, and your breathing gets heavier. None of which goes unnoticed by the woman holding you.
"Yoo like that idea too, doncha?"
Her hands come down from near your head and start trailing over your body hungrily. You gasp and groan as she cups and squeezes your sensitive flesh. She sucks in air through her teeth as she takes hold of your crop top.
"Are ya gunna let Mama take yer clothes off, baby?"
You nod furiously. Millie hums happily, and slowly pulls your crop top over your head. One of her hands starts to caress your nipple tenderly, and you moan loudly.
"That's it, hun. Let out that sweet voice fer Mama."
Her hand not fondling your chest makes its way down to your hot pants agonisingly slowly. As her fingers brush your exposed thong, she lets out an intrigued noise.
"Ah didn't realise ye were wearin' such darin' clothes. Yer a naughty li'l..."
Her sentence trails off, and she laughs, stopping her hands.
"Sorry, baby. Ah just realised ah don't know how ta refer to ya."
"Um, I don't understand..." you mumble.
"Yer gender. Shall ah call ya a he or a she, darlin'? Or there sumthin' else ya want me ta call ya?"
"Oh. Um, I'm a- I'm a, um, boy..." you whisper meekly, cursing yourself inwardly for saying 'boy' and not 'man'.
Part of you is upset that Millie couldn't tell you were a man, as it felt very emasculating. But the other half of you appreciates that she didn't just assume. Alex is a fairly gender neutral name, and it's not like your new appearance screams masculinity.
Millie makes a contented noise that rumbles your body.
"Awright then," she starts, her hands resuming their sensual groping.
You jump slightly, before relaxing into her hands again.
"Yer a naughty li'l boy, arncha? Wearing such skimpy clothes."
She slips her thumb under your thong and then under the hem of your hot pants. Her other hand stops touching your nipple and does the same.
"Ah reckon if yer gunna show off like this, then ya should show Mama *all* of ya."
In one swift movement she pulls your pants all the way off your legs and over your feet. You're sitting completely nude in Millie's lap, the cool air tickling your sensitive skin. Goosebumps cover your whole body, due in equal parts to the air and embarrassment. You are very aroused, as evident by how hard your small penis is.
*Small* penis.
Its size catches your attention, and you start to worry. You were never going to win any awards for your penis size earlier, but you always assumed you were about average. But your transformation seems to have shrunk your member down quite significantly. It barely reaches |translate>[(cycling-link: "8cm", "3 inches")] even now, when you can't imagine yourself being more erect.
*"What will Millie think of me when she sees this?"*
The thought makes you freeze up, and you are suddenly very, very ashamed. You quickly cover yourself up with your hands, pulling your legs up to cover your body as much as possible.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Millie's voice is filled with concern. She puts your pants down on the couch beside her gently before moving her hands to your shoulders. You flinch under her touch, and she clicks her tongue sadly.
"Alex, baby. What's wrong? Are ya feelin' alright?"
Your voice catches in your throat, and you can feel tears welling up at the edge of your eyes. You can't find the words to say that you're embarrased by the size of your genitals, so you just stew silently.
"Sugah, talk ta me. Tell me what's makin' ya feel rotten alluva sudden."
Millie puts her hands under your arms and lifts you up, making you 'eep'. She takes you off of her lap and sets you down in the couch beside her, before shifting off the couch and kneeling to face you. Even though she's on her knees, her height necessitates her leaning down pretty steeply to meet you at eye level. You pull your arms and legs tighter into your body and look away from her, not wanting her to see your tears.
"Alex, please," Millie's voice is soft but serious, "tell me what's hurtin' ya? Did ya not like mah touchin' yoo?"
You manage to let out a strained voice.
"N-no, I d-did like it. A lot..."
"Then what's wrong, baby? Am I movin' to fast fer ya?"
You shake your head, scrunching your face shamedly.
"Please," she says with a pained voice, "talk ta me."
She reaches out a hand and moves to place it on your shoulder. You flinch before she gets there and she pauses momentarily. She gently puts her hand on you and you can feel yourself relax a bit.
You sit there quietly for a moment before you finally speak up.
"It's my..."
You squirm some more.
"It's that my... penis... is..."
You stifle a sniffle.
"It's so small..."
You start to cry softly. Millie lets out a sympathetic sigh and leans in to hug you.
"Oh, sweetie," she coos, holding you tight, "it's alright. Ev'rybody has things they're 'mbarrassed about."
She ruffles your hair gently and pulls back.
"Ah want ya ta feel good around me, darlin'," she says, "so ah promise ya, ah ain't gonna speak any cruel words to ya. Can ya let yerself be vuln'rable for me, so ah can make ya feel good?"
You look her in the eye with a sniff. Her eyes are filled with love and warmth, and you feel as though you can trust her with anything. Just from her eyes, you know that even if you judge your body harshly, she never will.
You swallow hard, and nod nearly imperceptibly. You relax your body a bit, and Millie smiles. She places a hand on your cheek and lays another against your curled knee.
"Can ya let me see ya, Alex?"
You nod again, and twitch your leg to signal you are receptive to her advances. You grab hold of her arm and nuzzle your face into her hand for comfort.
Millie smiles warmly and gently nudges open your legs. She moves you so you are splayed out on the couch, completely vulnerable and open. Your prick has gone flaccid again, and you visibly cringe at how small it looks against your leg. Millie looks you up and down, taking you all in.
"God, baby. Yer so beautiful."
Her words disarm you, and you find yourself releasing most of the tension you had built up in your muscles. She pulls her hand from your cheek and places it on your lower thigh, her other hand moving to your chest.
"Yer makin' me feel all tingly just lookin' atcha," she moans, "yer such a fine lookin' young man."
Her hands start gently stroking your skin again.
The continued praise coming from the gorgeous woman touching your naked body makes you feel really good inside. A warm feeling spreads from your chest to your face, lighting up your face with a shy smile and crimson blush.
"That's the look ah wan'ed ta see," giggles Millie, "you're so handsome when ya smile!"
Your smile only gets brighter, and you can't help but move your body to meet her caressing palms.
"Looks like someone else is ready ta say hi."
Millie is looking at your crotch, biting her lip. You follow your gaze to your penis. It's gotten achingly erect again, trembling as it stands to attention. You feel a little uncomfortable, but Millie's voice interrupts you before you can cover yourself up once more.
"Ah really wanna touch ya, Alex. Can ah [[make ya feel good->Millie Handjob]] now? Please?"You and Millie are lying on your couch together, cuddling and chatting. You feel a bit silly lying directly on top of her like a lizard basking on a rock, but with the difference in your heights, there isn't a more comfortable way to snuggle if you're not in bed. Millie strokes your back as the two of you talk.
It's been several months since you first met. The two of you hit it off fast, going on dates every free chance you had. You were extremely nervous at first, worried you were a boring person to spend time with, but Millie turns out to be a very skillful conversationalist. She always knows what to say and when to say it to keep conversations flowing enjoyably. Many of your dates happen at your house or hers, neither of you liking to go out too often. You still have a lot of fun, playing board games or cooking together.
The two of you have been quite sexually active as well. Or well, Millie has been active. Most of the time you just lie there as Millie strokes your dick, stifling moans and gripping her thighs tightly. Millie *really* likes playing with you, and you love the attention. She especially loves it when you play heavily into the "Mama" aspect, and you start to get into it yourself, mewling and calling her "Mama" as she jerks you to completion.
One night she asked if the two of you could try something new, and you were very eager to agree. She had you lie naked in her lap, suckling at her giant breast while she played with your penis, calling you her "good boy" and "darlin' li'l man". You're not sure if you've ever cum harder in your life than you did that night.
Despite how incredible your time with Millie has been, something has been bothering you. Millie is always the one pleasing you. Aside from the time you nursed from her while she jerked you off, you've barely laid a finger on her body except for the occasional make-out session. Not that you're complaining. Millie's ministrations have made you feel incredibly good. For the first time in years you've actual felt somewhat loved and cared for. But you're worried she isn't getting as much out of this relationship as you are. You want her to feel good as well.
"Um, Millie?"
You raise your head off of her boobs and look down into her eyes. She meets your gaze with a smile, answering you with a tilt of the head.
"Uh, well, I was wondering..."
You're unsure how you want to phrase your question.
"Didjya want Mama Millie ta 'take care of ya' again, baby?"
She winks slyly as she talks, making you blush.
"No, that's not it," you stammer, "I mean, I do, yes, but- no what I wanted to ask was- You know? I just-"
Millie calms you by placing her hand on your cheek. You take a deep breath, aligning your thoughts before speaking again.
"I wanted to know if there was something I could do to make you feel good," you say, touching her hand gently with your fingers.
You hug her breasts tightly, snuggling into her further.
"You've made me feel so good lately. Not just with the... you know... But also with our dates. Playing games with you has been such fun, and I've learned so much about cooking when we spend our afternoons in the kitchen together. Talking with you has been wonderful as well. I've really felt like I can be open with you, and it makes me really happy when you've confided in me about your worries, or told me about the things you enjoy."
You are smiling brightly, and Millie is doing the same. Tears are welling up at the edges of her eyes, but you know that they're not tears of sadness.
"I want to make you feel as wonderful as you make me feel."
Millie 'hics', wiping her eyes.
"Darlin'," she sniffs, a few stray tears trickling down her cheek, "ya already do."
She pulls you into a tight hug.
"Ah feel the same about our time together. It's been so much fun, teachin' ya 'bout cookin', playin' games together, chattin' for hours. Ya make me feel so safe. So free ta be mahself!"
Now you're struggling not to cry, but you keep a brave face, despite that face being buried in her cleavage.
"Ah know what yer thinkin'," she says, releasing her bearhug and letting you breathe, "yer thinkin' since ah been the one doin' all the fondlin', that ah ain't feelin' as tingly as yerself."
You nod, sheepish. Millie chuckles, rocking your body.
"Sugah, ah wouldn't do all the stuff ah do if ah didn't like it mahself."
Her eyes grow lustful, and she bites her lip.
"Hearin' ya call me 'Mama' while ah touch yer naughty parts," she whispers sultrily, "oh, it makes mah own naughty bits throb, baby. It makes Mama so wet."
Hearing the details of her arousal gets you aroused in turn. Your prick strains against your pants and pokes Millie's boobs, an action that does not go unnoticed by your curvaceous lover.
"Oooh," Millie moans sensually, grabbing hold of your backside in her large hands, "yer feelin' raunchy, arnchya?"
You struggle to keep eye contact, embarrassment and arousal fighting for dominance of your brain.
Arousal wins out, as Millie starts grinding your crotch against her tits by controlling your hips. You gasp, gripping onto her bountiful chest.
"Ah know that yer a good boy, Alex," she says, not ceasing her grinding, "ah know ya wanna make Mama feel good. So hop off'a Mama for a moment so she can get ready."
She releases you and you follow her instructions, hopping off of her and the couch.
"Take yer pants off for me, sugah," she coos, sitting herself up on the couch.
"Yes, Mama!"
You waste no time pulling off your sweat pants, taking your underwear with them. With a hop, you jump out of your pants, your shirt hanging down and just barely covering your groin. Millie pulls her turtleneck up and over her head, her boobs bouncing as they're released from the first of their two captors. Her bra comes next, letting her tits hang freely.
"Woah..."
Millie giggles at your exhalation.
"Ah'm so glad ya luv Mama's boobies, baby."
She tucks her arms underneath them and raises them up erotically, thrusting them out for you. Your jaw hits the floor; your cock becomes like diamond.
Millie lays herself back down on the couch with a lascivious sigh. She stretches her arms and legs, taking up the entire couch. Her breasts wobble and shake wonderfully as she moves, coming to a rest when she stops moving and looks at you with lust.
"Oh. Mah baby boy is lookin' so delishus! Take off yer shirt for Mama. Lemme see yer gorjus body."
Your shirt hits the floor in seconds. You stand in the center of the living room, letting Mama Millie drink in your naked body. She is breathing heavily, her hand subtly making it's way down to her groin.
"Do some poses for Mama, baby," she says, her fingers gently rubbing around her crotch, "ah wanna see ya."
You're a little nervous as you take your first stance. You lift your arms up and place your hands behind your head, widening your legs into an 'A' stance. You bare your body brazenly, erect prick jutting out from you lewdly.
"Aah! So sexy, darlin'!"
Millie dips her hand into her jeans and starts playing with her pussy, her other hand coming up to tease her nipple. Emboldened by her actions, you drop your hands down to your hips and cock your hip out to the side. Millie's moaning serves as an excellent sign that she loves your display.
"Like this, Mama?"
You put on an innocent voice as you drop down onto your knees, leaning back onto your hands and pointing your dick directly her.
"Am I being a good boy for you, Mama?"
You slide onto your side, the carpet tickling your naked body. You prop your head up on one arm, the other draped across your front. Your legs sit together, bent at the knees and pointing behind you, pushing your package out lewdly.
Millie's moans grow louder, her hands moving more shamelessly over her nipple and groin.
"Yes, baby! Ah luv watchin' ya! Yer such a good boy for Mama!"
Her eyes are almost entirely closed with pleasure, open just enough for her to keep watching your sexy show.
"I'm so happy! I love being a good boy for Mama!"
You really start to ham-up your acting, making your voice more childish as you get into more poses. You roll from your side onto your bum, pulling up your knees to your chest and hugging them in an attempt at modesty. Modesty that is entirely undermined by the fact that you tilt your legs outwards so that your crotch is competely uncovered.
"Do you like watching me, Mama?"
You let your legs drop, splaying them out in front of you carelessly. You drop back onto your arms, panting excessively, chest heaving with affected exhaustion.
"Did I do good, Mama?"
Millie can barely talk, too absorbed in her masturbation to form full sentences.
"Good boy! Good boy! Good boy for Mama!"
Deciding this little show needs its pièce de résistance, you shakily hop to your feet and wander over to Mama Millie with exaggerated innocence. You stretch upwards, planting your lips on her cheek in a long wet kiss.
"I love you, Mama!"
Millie responds with a screaming orgasm, shaking the couch dangerously as she bucks wildly into her hand. You sit back down onto the carpet and watch her, mesmerised. Seeing her so unguarded -so lost to pleasure- is exhilarating. Unable to handle it any longer, you reach down and start jerking yourself off to your climaxing girlfriend as she comes down (pun very intended).
"Oooh, Alex..."
Millie looks at you with a lazy smile and unfocused eyes.
"That was so good, baby," she sighs blissfully, removing her hand from her pants.
You tell her she is welcome while you furiously stroke yourself, orgasm imminent.
"Wait, darlin', don't cum yet!"
Your dick screams at you to ignore her and finish, but with all your willpower, you let go of yourself with a gasp. You look up with a pained, animalistic expression, gasping and panting. Your cock throbs and twitches, so close to cumming but denied release.
"Come hop up on mah chest, baby," Millie says, beckoning you with her slick fingers, "ah wanna try sumthin' yer gonna like."
You're on top of her before you even register she was speaking, your libido controlling your body while your lust-addled brain melts. With a giggle, Millie brings her still slightly wet hand to her mouth and drools into her palm. She takes her saliva and smears it around between her boobs, right next to where your still aching prick is.
"Go ahead, baby boy," she coos, squeezing her tits together lubriciously, "finish yerself using Mama's boobies!"
You don't have to be told twice, immediately jamming your dick between her boobs, gripping onto her nipples like handles.
"Ah, not so rough, sugah!"
You're too far gone to hear what she is saying, bucking like a madman into Millie's soft, inviting boobs with reckless abandon. Your hands squeeze tightly on her nipples, making Millie moan.
"Cum for Mama, baby!"
After a few seconds of crazed, wild thrusts, you cum. Hard. Loud. Your testicles expel every last drop of semen they have in between Millie's mammoth breasts, making them sticky.
"Auaguh."
You collapse on top of Millie's chest, panting heavily. You can barely move a muscle, absolutely exhausted. Millie pats your head softly, her soothing voice gracing your ears as you sink into her further.
"Good boy, Alex. Ya let out so much inta mah boobs. Have a rest, hun."
You sigh happily, nuzzling your face against her chest.
"Thank you, Ma- Millie," you whisper.
"Thank yoo, Alex," she replies, resting her arm over your back to hug you, "ya did so great with yer little mod'llin' sesshun. Ah ain't felt that good in a long time. Maybe eva!"
A massive smile blossoms on your face. Mission accomplished. It feels wonderful to have given Millie pleasure too.
"Ah must admit," she says, voice a little sheepish, "ah was afraid ya might have thought ah was a li'l... strange. What cause ah get so hot'n'bothered by tha whole 'Mama' thing."
You lift your head from your delightful pillows and look into Millie's eyes, giving her a reassuring smile.
"You saw *all* of me while I was posing," you snigger, "I think it was pretty obvious I was enjoying it just as much as you were."
She leans her head up so that the two of you can kiss, softly sucking at each other's lips for a while.
Millie pulls back, wiping away the small string of spit still linking your mouths.
"Ah'm glad ya don't find it strange, Alex," she says, running her fingers up and down your back with butterfly softness, "ah've had some people treat me poor when ah told 'em. They said nasty things and-"
You place a finger on her lips to shush her. You lean in and peck her on the cheek.
"It's fine, hun," you whisper, tracing your finger along her jaw, "it's alright. I understand."
She sniffles and nods, smiling again.
"Ah'm so glad ah found someone who gets me, darlin'."
She squeezes you closer, and you hug her in return (though you mostly just hug her boobs since that's all that you can reach).
"I'll go start making dinner," you say, hopping off of Millie and climbing off the couch, "you go have a shower. I kind of made a bit of a mess."
You chuckle apologetically, motioning to her cum-soaked cleavage. Millie laughs and nods, sitting herself up. You pull your clothes on before turning to talk to Millie again.
"Would you like to stay here for the night?"
You're nervous as you ask the question. It's become common practice for the two of you to spend most nights with each other whenever you spend the day together, but you still get butterflies in your belly whenever you ask.
"Ah'd luv ta stay with ya," Millie says, smiling brightly.
You relax with a sigh of relief, returning Millie's smile. You love this woman so much, and your heart soars whenever she says she'll stay the night with you.
[[And so life goes on->Perfect Husband End]]You and Millie continue to date each other for many months, growing ever closer. You both learn a lot about each other: what foods the other likes, what your favourite hobbies are, where you want to go on holiday.
And obviously, what the other likes in bed.
Millie really likes "mommy-dom" play in all its forms, and you find yourself pretty into it as well. For a while you tell yourself you're doing it mostly for Millie, but you soon stop lying to yourself and admit you love it just as much. Something about being called "Mama's marvellous li'l man" as you thrust away inside her sends you to heights you never knew existed.
Outside of sex, the two of you have a lot of fun. Your favourite activity is cooking together. Trying different recipes, learning new techniques, eating all the wonderful dishes together. You never knew cooking could be so enjoyable, but Millie makes it incredible.
She is good at making you feel confident in yourself as well. With her encouragement, you quit your job at the convenience store and go to university. You've quite the passion for architecture as it turns out, and you devote yourself to your study. You move in with Millie and she supports the two of you with her delivery job.
You ask Millie to marry you on the day you finish your degree. To no one's surprise, she says yes enthusiastically. A few months later you are married, just in time for you to start a new job as an architect. The job turns out to be quite high paying, and you ask Millie whether she will quit her job as a delivery driver now that you can support the two of you comfortably. She tells you that she quite likes her job, as it fulfills her as much as architecture does you, and that she has no plans to quit any time soon. You're happy that she is happy. She is happy that you're happy.
You're both very happy.
And really, what more could you ask for?
***ENDING: Millie's Happy Husband***(set:$ED01 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]"That's the way, baby," Corrigan moans, pushing your head deeper into her dripping snatch with her hand, "get nice and deep. We're going to be here for a while tonight."
You happily do as she asks, thankful for another chance to be on your knees pleasing her as she slouches in one of the breakroom chairs.
"You wouldn't believe how much I've missed this."
She uses the hand not holding you down to clumsily procure a cigarette from her top pocket, putting it between her lips and lighting it carefully with the lighter she keeps in her pocket.
"It's only been three days, but I feel like it's been weeks since I had your mouth on me last."
You grunt your agreement into her pussy and work your tongue in a little deeper. You've missed this too. Even if the last three days hadn't been a frantic time for your store leaving you exhausted after each shift, Corri had been dealing with all sorts of corporate bullshit on her own. This meant the two of you had barely been given chance for even a normal conversation beyond brief chats during lunch breaks. Chats that were inevitably cut short by someone calling for an extra pair of hands, or for Corri to come answer another corporate call.
"I'm glad we have time to do this again," you say, only briefly stopping your ministrations before getting right back into her.
"So am I, hun," she coos, ruffling your hair, "the thought of this is the only thing that's kept me sane dealing with those penny-pinching cunts over the phone all day."
A smile spreads across your face. It's nice to feel wanted. It's only been about two months since your birthday, but you've gotten closer to your boss in that short space of time than you've ever been with anyone else in your entire life. You thank her for her kind words with a slow lick of her clit, followed by forming a seal around it with your lips and sucking on it deeply.
"Jesus! That's amazing!"
The hand on your head suddenly clamps down with extra force.
"Keep that up, and maybe I'll make you cum tonight, bitch."
The prospect of a possible orgasm drives you to lick and suck more avidly. Often times Corri doesn't get you off when you play together, doing so only when she feels like it or you've earned her favour. When she deigns to, she will grind into your crotch as she bombards you with kisses until you burst in your pants, like she did the first time she used you as her toy. On a few rare occasions she has actually pulled your pants down and stroked your cock until you spurted into her hand. Which she promptly had you lick clean, of course.
Whether she decides to get you off or not, though, you love being her plaything.
She shifts how she is seated a little after she finishes her cigarette, moving to a position from which she can more easily control your movements.
"I've got a lot of stress built up, so you better be ready for a rough night," she snarls hungrily, placing a hand on either side of your head.
Your mouth is too preoccupied to say anything in response, so you nod slightly and hum your assent into her sopping cunt.
"Good, now buckle up, you-"
There are three surprised yelps as the breakroom door flings open.
One is from you, and is muffled by Corri's pussy in your face.
One is from Corri herself, her hands letting go of your head in shock.
And the third is from Steven, your colleague who just walked into the room.
You slowly withdraw from Corri's groin and awkwardly turn to face your -very visibly flustered- workmate. He is stammering and shaking, looking about the room wildly while flailing his hands at nothing in particular.
"I was just coming to lock up because I came back for my phone and thought someone left the lights on so I wanted to make sure nothing was going wrong and I'm sorry I didn't realise you were here and I'll go and I am really sorry I promise please don't fire me I was just-"
It takes Corri shouting, "shut up for a minute, Steven!" for him to cease his yammering and go still.
Steven is a young man, fresh out of high-school and working part-time while he completes a mathematics degree. He has short black hair and large thick-rimmed glasses that make him look like the stereotypical "nerd". He has very frightened brown eyes that are constantly darting here and there as he talks. He is wearing his work uniform -unsurprising since he was still on duty with you and Corri until half an hour ago- and his usually dark brown skin seems unusually light tonight. You chalk it up to the intense sweat pouring from his brow reflecting the harsh breakroom lights, and also the fact that all the blood seems to have drained from his face the moment the door opened.
"Steven, be a dear and close the door, would you?"
Corrigan's voice is unnaturally sweet, and it makes you feel nervous for reasons you can't explain. You look back at her. She has gotten up from her chair and pulled her pants back on. One hand is resting on her hip, while the other hangs from her side. She looks so calm and composed, you could almost believe she was someone entirely different than your usually harsh manager.
But you've come to learn that Corrigan is a masterful actress.
Steven nods and moves to leave, but Corri's disarmingly soft voice stops him in his tracks again.
"I only said to close the door, Steven. Not leave first."
The frightened young man looks on the verge of tears, but he nods and closes the door gently, turning to face you and Corri again once he has done what was asked.
"What a great listener," Corri coos, swiftly but evenly making her way over to Steven with graceful strides.
She reaches down and takes one of his trembling hands in her own, gently coaxing him away from the door and further into the break room. He lets himself be pulled forward, still shaking from head to toe.
"Now, now, no need to be so scared, darling."
Corri lets Steven's hand drop and wanders around him, sizing him up visually before coming to a stop behind him. Your colleague moves his head to look at her, but she quickly puts a hand to his face and pushes it to face forwards.
"No, don't worry about me, Steven," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to pay attention to Alex."
Now it is your turn to shake, as Steven shifts his gaze to you. You can see Corri's own eyes staring at you from behind his shoulder. She is standing behind Steven, her body pressed right up against his. She has one arm looped under his armpit and holding his jaw in her hand, directing his gaze squarely towards you. Her other arm is wrapped around his waist, her fingers ever-so-slightly rubbing his side. Steven is roughly |translate>[(cycling-link: "165 cm", "5'4")] tall, so Corri is stretching a bit to put her mouth up next to his ear. Her lips move nearly imperceptibly, and her voice is too soft for you to hear.
You do nothing but stare, watching Corri whisper into Steven's ear and seeing the man slowly relax. Whatever she is saying seems to be quite effective at calming him, because he is soon breathing evenly, his eyes closed gently. Corri's mouth continues brush against his ear as she does something that shocks you. As she talks, she lets the hand holding Steven's jaw drop, and starts rubbing it over the front of his pants.
You're in disbelief. Corri's eyes are also closed now, her hand rubbing circles over Steven's crotch, her mouth still fluttering. Steven is more than relaxed now, and he lets himself breath a bit more heavily and let out some soft sounds. All the colour has returned to his face, and the faintest tinge of red starts to show itself around his cheeks.
Coincidentally, you're turning red too. Only you're red with rage.
You tremble as you watch the scene before you. You can feel your hands shake and your ears burn. Your eyes glare daggers into Steven, jealousy welling up from deep within your heart. You didn't even know it was possible to be so envious of another person. You didn't know you could feel such anger. You're just about to blurt out something angrily when Corri's eyes blink open again and she sees the state of you.
"Oh, no, honey," she releases Steven instantly and rushes over to you, kneeling down beside you, "it's not like that, baby."
You can barely meet her gaze as you shakily turn your head towards her.
"Listen to me, baby. Alex. Listen."
She pulls your head into her arms, and your rage is somewhat mellowed by the feeling of her breasts pressing into your face.
"I know what you're thinking, but I promise, it's not what you assume. Just let me explain it to you, okay?"
Corri releases your head from her arms and grabs your hands in hers. She pulls them to your chest and presses them into her breast.
"Just relax and I'll explain. Please?"
You force yourself to look her in the eye, but your scowl is still evident. You know that the two of you weren't officially "dating" or anything like that, but the sight of her feeling up someone other than you was making you so envious you were fit to snap.
But looking into Corri's beautfiul green eyes starts to calm you. You see genuine worry and compassion in them, and you let yourself relax a little more.
"I'm sorry for not talking to you first, Alex. I should have known you'd feel upset."
She puts a hand to your cheek and strokes it.
"You're my little toy, and I don't want to play with anyone else except you."
The words calm you somewhat, but you're still confused and a little jealous of why she acted that way with Steven.
"I just wanted to calm him down, and it seemed like the perfect time to try something I've been wanting to do."
You didn't think anything could throw you for another loop tonight, but you're floored yet again when you hear Corrigan say, "I'm not going to play with Steven, baby. [[I want you to play with him->Forced Bi Choice]]."Steven moans in relief as his prick pops free from its fabric prison and is given room to breathe. Corrigan sighs in pleasure and nibbles on your ear, thanking you for doing as she asked. She sucks and licks at your ear as you take in the sight before you.
The cock in front of you is only about |translate>[(cycling-link: "13cm", "5 inches")] long, but with your face being so close it appears gigantic. You nudge forward a little and let it rest on your face, sucking in air through your teeth as the warm flesh meets your skin. You bask in the feeling of Steven's rod laying on your face, letting the warmth and scent soak into you.
It feels... nice.
"That's the way, honey," Corri sighs, her words punctuated by kisses and slurps along your neck, "it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," you reply.
Arousal spreads throughout your body, surprising you a little. You wouldn't have imagined being in this situation would feel as great as it does. Without really thinking about it, you let your mouth crack open a little and your tongue flicks against Steven's shaft tentatively.
"Oh God, yes!"
Corri's moan in your ear is so loud it startles you a little.
"That's it, babe. Taste his fucking cock."
She reaches up to your mouth and presses her fingers into your cheeks, forcing her fingers between your teeth and forcing open your jaw. The stregth in her grip makes you wince, but you let your mouth open wide.
"Don't be shy. Taste it."
You run your tongue around the cock on your face, swirling and drooling all over the shaft. Steven's blissful groans and Corri's aroused grunts encourage you to keep at it. You start to move your head as well as your tongue, moving up and down Steven's cock to bathe every inch of it in your spit. With Corri's ceaseless encouragement worming into your ears, you finally gather your courage and take the head of Steven's aching cock into your wet mouth.
"Fuck yes!"
Steven and Corri both cry out as the bellend enters your mouth. Corri runs her hand up your shirt and starts playing with your nipples, much to your pleasure.
"Fuck yes, baby! That's enough being a fucking cocktease. Start working that cock properly."
A drop of precum drips onto your tongue as you suckle Steven's tip. The taste makes you shiver, and your prick strains in your pants. You start to push yourself further onto the cock, letting it fill your mouth.
You can feel one of Corri's hands fly down into her pants with the speed of a bullet.
"God, fuck yes," she gasps, "please keep going! God, it's so fucking hot seeing you take his dick in your mouth!"
Corri's wrist starts pushing into your back erratically, and from her moans and hisses, you assume she is furiously rubbing her clit. Wanting to please her, you redouble your efforts and push your mouth further on Steven's cock.
The throbbing rod in your mouth teases against the edge of your throat, and you pull off a little, not wanting to choke.
"Go deeper, slut," hisses Corri, "take that cock into your throat. Take it deeper!"
You try to loosen your throat a little and push down again, but you pull back again when you feel it tickling your throat.
"Please, baby," Corri whimpers into your ear, "I'm so close. Please take it deeper. I *need* to hear you choke on it!"
You continue working Steven's cock with your mouth, but you make a noise that tries to convey your apprehension. Corri clicks her tongue frustratedly, and her masturbating hand slows.
"Steven, you're nearly finished, right?"
Steven is a little caught off-guard by her question, but he manages to stammer out a shaky "yes" in response.
"How about you take this into your own hands then? Grab this little slut's head and force it onto that manly cock of yours until you cum."
He barely needs any encouraging, and you swiftly feel strong hands grip onto either side of your head. You have no time to brace yourself before Steven slams your head right to the base. His cock forcing open your throat makes you gag violently, hacking and coughing around his shaft.
"FUCK YES!"
Corri screams ecstatically, renewing her jilling off with increased vigor. Her hand that was caressing your chest moves out from under your shirt and clamps onto your shoulder.
"Fuck his face! Make him choke on it! Fuck!"
You go mostly limp, letting your colleague fuck your face vigorously while your boss schlicks herself silly behind you. A fuzzy feeling suffuses you. This feels really good. Corri's equal amounts of degradation and praise mix with your gags and Steven's grunts to make a wonderful melody in your ears.
"I'm about to cum," says Steven, his thrusts growing ever more erratic.
Corri places her hand onto your head alongside Steven's and begins forcing you onto his cock even harder.
"Do it! Cum! Cum in this whore's mouth! Make him taste your thick spunk!"
Steven lets out a powerful cry and holds your head against his pelvis with all his strength. You splutter and hack as the cock in your throat shoots out powerful streams of jizz.
"YES! CHOKE ON HIS CUM, BABY! TASTE HIS THICK JIZZ!"
Corri screams hysterically as she cums, letting herself drop onto your back and buck against her hand. Her added weight forces you a little further onto the cock exploding in your mouth and throat, but you can't deny that it feels oddly cozy. You could almost get used to it, were it not for the fact that you can barely take in any air around Steven's knob.
Steven releases your head as his orgasm wanes, and you pull your head off his cock with a 'slurp'. Cum is trickling down the side of your mouth, and some of it is still sloshing around your mouth. You're debating whether to swallow the man cream in your mouth or spit it out onto the floor, but your decison is made for you when Corri hops off your back and stands over you.
"Don't let any go to waste, hun," she says.
She leans down and uses her fingers (the same wet fingers she just used to get herself off) to scoop the cum on your face onto your tongue, then nudges your jaw closed. You understand what she wants, so you swallow down the still warm goo with an exaggerated gulp, then stick out your tongue and say "ahh" to show you got all of it.
"You're such a good fucking boy," she sighs, leaning down and kissing you deeply.
Her praise and kiss make you warm inside. You smile dopily, and stay there on your knees for a while.
"Thank you, Steven," Corri says, lighting a cigarette, "you can go now."
Steven hastily pulls his pants back on and stammers out some thanks to Corri. He nods at you sheepishly as you meet his gaze with a smile, and then he shuffles off towards the breakroom door.
"Obviously, we will all keep this to ourselves, right?"
Corri's question is not really a question, and Steven squeaks his acknowledgement before scurrying out the door.
Your boss lets out a huge sigh as the door closes, dropping down onto the chair.
"You did so fucking good," she says, smiling.
You look up at her and return the smile. You're happy that she is happy.
You do have [[one thing you'd like though...->Shared Toy Prologue]]
You and Corrigan get much closer after that night. For a while the two of you continue to keep your relationship from your colleagues (except Steven, of course, who blushes whenever you or Corrigan talk to him), but eventually it becomes no secret that you are dating your manager. If anyone has a problem with it, no one ever raises it with you or Corri.
In fact, some of them turn out to be quite pleased with the relationship you have, as occasionally the two of you will invite one of your co-workers to join you the way Steven did. Including Steven himself occasionally.
It's rarely as on the spot as it was with Steven. Corrigan mentions to you one day that she kind of regrets how rushed the whole situation was, and she would have liked to take it more slowly. The two of you usually have long discussions whenever she raises the idea, often spending several days talking it over before even approaching the person she wants you to please. Then you normally go out to lunch with them to talk it over before making any concrete plans.
She also makes clear that you have total freedom to say no to anything or anyone you don't wish to do; freedom you use to immediately veto Matt as a potential partner. Corri doesn't object. She herself admits that she wouldn't have let him "put a single stoned finger anywhere near my precious toy" even if you'd wanted to.
You both quietly celebrate when Matt finally gets himself fired for never showing up to work on time.
The two of you spend a lot of time together, most often involving you on your knees, tongue-deep in her cunt. Sometimes she will watch while you use your mouth on someone else, praising and degrading you in equal measure as she gets herself off. You love the tingles in your spine you get when she calls you a 'dirty cock-addicted bitch' or 'slutty little sexpot' or 'stupid faggot only good for eating pussy' or any other delightfully insulting moniker she can ascribe you.
It's a fun time all round.
Whenever you aren't buried in her crotch or the crotch of someone else at her behest, the two of you spend quite a bit of time talking and having fun together. Corrigan asked you to move in with her after only eight months of dating, and you didn't hesitate to agree. The two of you were |secret>[(link:"married")[married(show:?cloaked)]] before the year was out, knowing that you had found your life partner in a most unusual way. Most weekdays after work the two of you will watch a movie together on the couch while chatting, or planning a trip to some interesting place neither of you have ever been.
You and Corri become near inseparable, and it is rare that anyone will see the two of you apart outside of work hours. The two of you spend a long and happy life together. She is your boss at work, you are partners in life, and you are her toy in bed.
A toy she just *loves* to share.
***ENDING: Corrigan's Favourite Toy***(set:$ED11 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
|cloaked)[ [[Side Story: Honeymoon at Kumonosu Inn->CorriToyEpilogue]] ]Matt may have ignited this fire in your belly with his cum, but you don't need him specifically to quench it. You don't care where it comes from, you just need to feel steaming jizz flow into your belly from a pulsing cock.
And honestly, you're rightly a little pissed at Matt. If anyone is going to benefit from your new cocklust, it isn't going to be him.
You make your way upstairs and grab your phone, stuffing it into your tiny back pocket as best you can. You're back down in the living room in no time, and make your way to your kitchen. You grab your wallet and keys from the counter, holding them in your hand as you head to the front door. You try to slip on some of your sandals, but they fall right off of your petite new feet. You shrug in concession and head out the front door barefoot.
You lock the door and scowl. Your hot pants only have one pocket (if it can be called that) which is currently housing your phone. You don't particularly feel like carrying everything around in your hands all day as you quest for dick, so you decide your first stop will be the discount store a couple of blocks away.
The walk to the bus stop is mostly uneventful, though the soles of your feet start to ache after a little while. The hot stone footpath is not kind to your poor little feet, and you mentally note that some footwear will be an important purchase.
You are only sitting at the bus stop for a few minutes before it arrives, internally gushing at the sideways glances you get from the few other people there. The bus driver avoids looking at you too overtly as you hop on, flashing a sensual smile and your bus pass at him. You shudder wonderfully as you make your way to the back of the bus, feeling everyone's judgmental eyes on your exposed, cum-slick body. None of them are very subtle. The bus ride is otherwise no different than usual, and you disembark once you reach your stop.
You briskly make your way into the cheap shop, desperate to get off the hot concrete. The grumpy old man seated at the counter scowls at you with undisguised disgust, clearly taking offence to the cum covered slattern wearing little clothing that just entered his store. You stifle an aroused laugh as you make your way down the aisle, gently rubbing your throbbing crotch as soon as you can no longer feel his eyes on you.
It doesn't take you long to find a pretty handbag that you want to buy. It's a cheap thing, just about big enough to hold your wallet, keys, phone, and dignity inside. It's made of flimsy pink plastic, dotted with glitter. The strap is studded with translucent pink diamantés, and the whole thing is garish and tacky.
So it's quite fitting for you really.
You sling the bag over your shoulder and keep browsing. Eventually you find some frankly ugly sandals for a few dollars, but you scoop up a pink pair of them and continue on. You scan the shelves for anything else you might want, but eventually decide that you've got everything you need.
The old man glares at you with unrestrained revulsion as you make your way to the counter. Doing your best not to chortle, you place the bag and the sandals on the counter and hold out some cash. You try to bury the amazing thought of this gross, angry old man dragging you over the counter and forcing you to suck his wrinkled dick, and keep a straight face as he snatches the cash from your hand. He throws it into the till as quickly as he can, and tosses a few coins of change onto the counter. You scoop them up happily, smiling sweetly at him as you sling the bag over your shoulder and stuff your belongings into it. You slip on the sandals and walk out of the store, feeling very pleased with yourself.
You step back into the sunlight and take a deep, satisfied breath. Now, to [[get yourself some cock!->BJ Whore 2]](set: _rosa to (colour: #cdedfa))"I'm fucking cumming! Take it you fucking SLUT!"
The woman pounding her cock into your throat slams her hips forwards and bends your neck awkwardly. You choke and gag as she erupts, flooding your throat with her cum. It pours into your belly and starts to bubble out of your nose.
Cheryl grunts as her orgasm begins to wane, pulling her sopping dick from your mouth with a 'pop'. A few more small strings of jizz shoot weakly from her tip and land on your face. You cough and sit up, moving from where you were lying at the edge of the bed. You look over to your client who is leaning against the wall, catching her breath.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "C'est fait, chérie?", "Done, honey?")]"
You reach a hand up to start scooping up the cum on your face. She stands up straight again and nods.
"Yeah, I'm spent," she chuckles, picking up her clothes from the floor, "it was wonderful as always, Alli."
You preen, licking the cum from your hands as you do, making sure to make the licks long and obvious. Cheryl always likes that.
"You're too much," she laughs, pulling on her pants, "you're going to get me going again."
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "J'aimerais ça,", "I would like that,")]" you smirk.
Cheryl doesn't speak much French, but the raised eyebrow she shoots you says she understood well enough.
"Can't go again today," she says, "great as this always is, I can't afford more than one round a month. Some of us have bills to pay, and have to do more than be a sexy, fuckable mouth for a paycheck."
You giggle and place a hand over your mouth in feigned insult. Cheryl laughs and wanders over to you, bending down and pushing out her lips. You lean up and meet them with your own, giving your regular a quick but passionate kiss.
"Stay safe, stay sexy."
Cheryl waves to you as she opens the door to your room and heads out. You sigh wistfully and lay back on your bed. You stretch and yawn, your pandiculation bringing your sore muscles some relief. Your eyes flutter closed and you take long, deep breaths. Your hand comes up to tenderly massage your throat.
Three distinct knocks at your door make your ears twitch, but you keep your eyes closed and your hand moving.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Oui,", "Yes,")]" you call out, knowing who is at your door already.
Madame Rosa slips into your room noiselessly, only her polite cough betraying she entered the room at all. Some people joke (behind her back, of course) that Madame Rosa is some sort of spirit with how silently she moves, and you doubt you'd be surprised were that the case. You know that if she pleased, she could have entered your room and rearranged your furniture without you ever knowing.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Comment puis-je aider, Madame?", "How can I help, Madame?")]"
You continue to massage your throat and breathe deeply as you wait for Madame Rosa's response.
_rosa["Are you available for more work?"]
Madame Rosa's voice is both soothing and chilling in equal measure. Her words are always crisp and precise, and her tone never betrays her emotions. She never even speaks with a raised or hushed voice, her words always keeping an even volume no matter the situation. And it is simply impossible to place her accent. You once heard someone describe her as having 'literally no accent at all', and as absurd as that claim sounds, it is accurate.
_rosa["There is a special request, if you are capable."]
That gets your attention. Your eyes pop open and you sit up enthusiatically. Special requests are always your favourite.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Quelle est la demande?", "What is the request?")]"
You look at Madame Rosa with bright eyes. Her own golden eyes hold no emotion, but glow with authority and power. Her lips are tightly pursed, the wrinkles around her mouth still and unmoving. Her skin looks a pallid grey in the low light, though you can't really say you've ever seen it not look grey to at least some extent. Her white hair is pulled up into a tight, neat bun above her head, decorated with a small gold-trimmed wooden comb. Despite her only being a little over |translate>[(cycling-link: "120cm", "4 feet")] tall, she always seems to be looking down at you no matter your perspective.
Madame Rosa pulls a small white cloth from the sleeve of her furisode, the white cobweb pattern on the black fabric seeming to shift as she hands it to you. You take it with thanks and hop out of bed, taking it over to your attached bathroom and checking yourself in the mirror. You use the cloth to wipe off your smeared lipstick, the dry cloth somehow clearing all trace of the make-up with ease. You hand the cloth back to her and she takes it silently.
_rosa["Clean yourself. I shall describe your task."]
You nod and hop into the shower, quickly rinsing yourself clean of sweat and residual cum.
_rosa["A business group has requested you by name."]
You can hear her voice just as clearly while the water is running as you can once it ceases. You want to interject that you *love* doing group jobs, but Madame Rosa does not like to be interrupted while she speaks.
_rosa["They request you bound in shibari, blindfolded, and a ring gag placed in your mouth."]
The thought has you biting your lip with desire as you dry yourself.
_rosa["You are to be displayed on a table 'like a roast pig', for them to partake of as they please throughout the evening."]
Your crotch tingles as you anticipate the fun evening ahead. You move to put on some fresh lipstick, but glance to Madame Rosa for confirmation before you do. She nods slightly, and you cover your pouty, dick-sucking lips with a deep crimson layer of lipstick.
_rosa["I shall escort you to the room now."]
You nod as you dry your hair as much as you can with a fresh towel, styling it mildly with your fingers when you are finished.
When you are freshened up, you stand and tell Madame Rosa you are ready to go. Without bothering to dress, you follow the Madame out of your room and through the inn. Despite the inn being fully booked tonight, you run into no one but staff as you make your way towards the room in which you will spend the evening. Madame Rosa always seems to have an uncanny ability to avoid any guests not privy to the inn's secret attractions, whenever it is prudent of her to do so.
Such as now, as she leads a naked slut towards the room where they are going to have their mouth fucked by numerous people all night long.
One of the staff slides the door open right as the two of you arrive, and you follow Madame Rosa into the room. The room is laid out for a business party, tables lined with plates of finger foods and a bar counter set up in the corner to dispense drinks. Graham is manning the bar tonight, and you wave cheerfully to him. He smiles warmly and waves back to you, making your heart flutter. You like Graham. He is always very nice to you, and he is always happy to assist you however you need. You ask Madame Rosa if Graham will be allowed to use you as well after all the guests leave.
_rosa["I shall decide that as the night progresses, and inform him accordingly."]
You thank her, and gasp as you arrive at your spot for the party. At the back of the room is a large wooden table with a giant silver platter placed upon it. A few soft cushions embroidered to look like various vegetables line the platter, and you can see a blindfold, a ring-gag, and a spool of red silk rope sitting on one of the cushions.
_rosa["Natasha has arrived to speak with me, so Mira shall bind you."]
Madame Rosa turns to face you, nodding to the woman beside you. A young man in the inn's uniform sidles up to her and whispers that someone named Natasha is here to speak with her. You are too excited about tonight's entertainment to notice another one of Madame Rosa's not uncommon instances of apparent foresight.
_rosa["I am certain you will perform beyond expectations. I shall speak with you tomorrow."]
She turns to leave.
_rosa["Enjoy yourself, my dear."]
You most certainly will.
***ENDING: Kumonosu Inn's Most Talented Mouth***(set:$ED12 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]Today has been a rollercoaster and a half, and judging by the light it's barely even noon. You're exhausted and sore, and you want nothing more than to get some rest. Deciding to go to bed (very) early and leave your troubles for future you to sort out, you throw the towel on the floor carelessly and wander up to your room, sidestepping the semen puddles across the floor.
You slide into bed and pull the sheets over you.
Cleaning the house can wait.
Work can wait.
Everything can wait.
You need some sleep.
---
You wake with a yawn, the chirping birds outside your window soothing your soul. You feel at ease. Your soul is at peace. Nothing is wrong in the world. The world is your oyster. Nothing can bring you down. You truly feel-
Like your legs are sticky.
You lift the sheets and groan as you see the mess beneath them. You don't remember dreaming last night, but apparently you did. Whatever it was you dreamed of (probably Matt fucking you, if you're honest with yourself), it made you cum several times judging by the mess in your crotch. You grumble that the sheets will need cleaning now, and the word cleaning reminds you of something else you need to do.
You need to clean your living room. The living room that is soaked in Matt's cum.
The urge to close your eyes and go right back to sleep is a tough one to fight, but you figure there is no point putting it off any longer. You hop out of bed and strip the sheets from it. You wipe yourself on the dirtied sheets and carry them downstairs. You weave your way around the spunk pools dotting the hallway, and toss the sheets into the washing machine on a hot cycle.
You dig around in your laundry cupboard, wondering if you happen to have a mop, or some industrial strength bleach that you may have forgotten about. You don't, and you find yourself facing down the jizz swamp that is your living room with just a single dishrag and a bucket of lukewarm water with some laundry detergent in it.
"This is not fucking happening," you sigh aloud.
You let your head hang as you take in the scope of the task ahead. There is ***so*** much cum. You literally can't believe just how much cum there is. There has to be litres of the stuff, and it's everywhere. It's soaked into the fluffy throw rug, it's coating the coffee table, it's covering the floor, it's all down the hallway, it's even spattered on the edges of your couch and TV stand.
It would take hours to clean even if you had the proper tools. With your single cloth and bucket, it will probably take you the whole day just to make a dent. You almost feel fit to cry.
"Maybe I should just leave the city," you mutter to yourself.
You're about to throw your cloth on the ground in frustration when you remember something life-saving: you saw an ad for a cleaning service in your junk mail the other day!
With a burst of energy you rush into the kitchen, digging through your bin until you find the little pink business card. On one side is a phone number, and on the other is just a name: "Natasha's Magical Cleaning".
You look around for your phone before remembering that you had it while talking to Matt yesterday. You let out a screech of rage, and stomp back to the living room, your eyes scanning the sea of goop for your phone. You spot it lying under the coffee table, and you groan. You head to the linen cupboard and retrieve your towel from yesterday. You bring it back to the living room and throw it down as a make shift carpet, quickly running across it to grab your phone, ignoring the squelching feeling under your toes. You supress a retch as you grasp the slimy phone, rushing back to your little island of clean wood.
The phone is utterly soaked. You wipe the front down with your cloth and try to unlock it. It's a struggle, as the screen has been water damaged (or rather, cum damaged), but you manage to reach your phone app and punch in the number on the business card.
You're worried about what they will think of you when they arrive, but you decide that you will roll with the punches as they come for the foreseeable future. At least until your house is |secret>[(link:"clean")[clean(show:?cloaked)]].
[[Hire a cleaner]]
|cloaked)[ [[Don't be so lazy! Clean it yourself!->MaidLine]] ]"You're telling me you're supposed to be Alex?"
Your boss looks at you with her signature foul look from across her desk. Her emerald green eyes pierce you like knives, and you feel as though she can see into the deepest recesses of your soul. She has her arms folded over her modest breasts, and the freckles on her forearms contrast quite clearly with her pale complexion.
The freckles on her face are still contorted by the scowl she is wearing, though you see it so often that perhaps that's just the natural state of things. She has always been imposing. Her lip and nose rings lend her an air of power, and her fiery red hair always seems as though it might float upwards and ignite if it weren't held in place by the low ponytail she wears it in. But now she has a good |translate>[(cycling-link: "20cm", "8 inches")] over you, so her glare is even more threatening than usual.
"Yeah..." you squeak, struggling to meet her gaze.
"You realise how bullshit this all sounds, right?"
You nod. She leans forward a little in her chair.
"I'm expected to believe the words of some slag who walks in here dressed fit for a rave when she tells me she-"
"I'm still a guy," you blurt out.
The look she fires at you would erode tungsten carbide, and you quickly shut up and decide never to interrupt her again as long as you live.
"That *HE* is one of my employees," she sneers.
You nod weakly again.
"It's true, I swear," you stammer out, "ask Matt, he'll vouch for me."
You think back to the way he reacted when you turned him down and make a face.
"Better yet, ask him how he felt when I said I had to go to work. I'm pretty sure you'll get a very convincing argument proving my claims!"
"I don't exactly respect Matt's opinions," she counters.
"Please, Corrigan," you whine, "I can't go and find a new job. You have to trust me. I'll work just as hard as always."
"If that's your promise, then maybe I am better off hiring someone new," she snorts derisively.
She deliberates for a moment before speaking again.
"But you do know my name, and nothing in here has my name on it, so..."
Now it's her turn to nod.
"I'll believe you for now, Alex."
You sigh with relief.
"Thank you, Corrigan. I really mean it."
"Yeah, yeah," she says, getting up from her chair, "follow me to the storeroom. Gotta get you a new uniform since yours apparently went missing. You keep walking around in a se- *cough* in an outfit like that and people'll think this is a rub-and-tug joint or some shit."
She pauses as she reaches the door.
"Better yet, you lead the way. Pretty simple test to see if you're lying."
You hurriedly get out of your seat and open the door, trying to get to the storeroom without anyone seeing you. You can feel Corrigan's gaze on your back the whole way, and you aren't sure whether she's checking you out, or determining how best to tear you limb from limb.
The two of you reach the storeroom in no time at all, and Corrigan unlocks the door to allow you entry. She heads straight for the old cupboard in the back and opens it, cursing as dust is thrown everywhere.
"Get out of those strips of dishrag you call clothes."
Corrigan's demand makes you pause, and she turns to you in a huff when she can't hear any movement.
"Take off that shirt and those pants now! I have to measure you, and I'm going to watch you the whole time we're in here to make sure you aren't trying to nick shit!"
Her tone of voice is so demanding that your body starts moving before your brain can catch up. Your crop top is swiftly removed and tossed to the floor, and your hot pants follow suit. You hesitate as your hands reach your thong.
"Don't worry about that," Corrigan states, walking towards you with a measuring tape, "I'll let you keep some modesty I suppose."
She raises an eyebrow as she glances at your diminutive package.
"Not like you're hiding much in there," she chuckles, making your face flush with embarrassment.
Corrigan orders you to stand with your arms out to your sides, and you do so without question.
"Now stay still," she says, moving up behind you, "I gotta take these measurements to find your size."
She starts wrapping the tape around parts of your body, muttering to herself as she goes. Her cool hands cupping and stroking over you make you want to flinch, but you're so afraid of what she'd do to you if you do that your body stays stone still.
It's only as she starts taking the measurements of your inner thighs -making you want to squirm even more- that you wonder why she needs the measurements at all. It's not like she is making the clothes from scratch. There are only a few sizes of uniform available; surely you could just grab ones that look close enough and try them on?
You express none of this to your boss, of course. You're so intimidated and embarrassed that you aren't even sure you could speak if you wanted to. You stand in silence as she finishes measuring you, wondering if it's possible for one to stop their own heart through accidental force of will.
"Uh, alright," Corrigan says somewhat stiltedly, "lets get you your uniform, Alex."
She walks around from behind you and back over to the cupboard. You risk letting yourself breathe again and allow your arms to drop back to your sides.
"This should be it," she says, tossing a plastic wrapped shirt and plastic wrapped pair of black jeans at you.
You stumble as you grab them, and quickly start opening them up, lest she suddenly deem you unworthy of clothes.
You pull the pants on first, eager to hide your unimpressive dick from further scrutiny. It takes a bit of effort to fit your hips into the pants, and you fumble about with your exposed behind raised for a bit. You could swear you hear Corrigan grunt from behind you, but you are so focused on getting dressed that you spare it no more thought.
Next comes the shirt, and you manage to get it on without any fuss. You finish doing up two of the three buttons at the collar and turn to [[face your boss.->Corrigan Assault]]Before you complete your 180, you're grabbed by two feminine but powerful hands and pushed back-first into the back wall of the storeroom. Your breath is knocked from your lungs, and before you can suck any back in, Corrigan's mouth clamps down over your own.
You shout into her mouth with surprise as her tongue invades your face hole. You can feel a tongue stud that you didn't know she had on the muscle wrapping and searching around your mouth. Her lips seal yours shut and her hands shoot up to grip your face. You feel as though she is about to suck your soul out through your mouth when she finally releases you entirely.
"FUCK! That's what I fucking needed!"
Her voice is filled with aggression and passion as she yells. You are about to say something when she grabs you by the face once more and starts kissing you again. This time she sucks and pulls at your lips with her own, occasionally nipping them or pulling them with her teeth. You can taste the faintest hint of blood, but you're pretty sure you aren't actually bleeding since there is no trace of the coppery fluid in Corrigan's mouth when she pulls away from you again.
"Jesus, you don't know how much restraint it took to not take you right there while I was measuring you," she exclaims, breathing heavily, "still can't believe you believed such an obviously bullshit excuse to touch you honestly."
She is looking down into your eyes with your face cupped in her palms. You can see barely restrained lust glimmering in her emerald eyes. The taste of blood still lingers on your tongue, but there is another flavour there as well. Something perhaps passed to you from her in the midst of your lip-lock.
It's spearmint.
Probably from the piece of gum that is lodged under your tongue.
You roll it to the front of your mouth with mild astonishment, and Corrigan chuckles.
"Sorry, hun. Lemme get that for you."
You barely resist as she leans in for another kiss, taking her gum back with her tongue and then pulling away yet again. A trail of saliva hangs between your mouths, though it breaks as soon as she starts talking again.
"Look. I still don't know if I totally believe your story, but I'm willing to accept that you're Alex. But whoever you are, you can't just waltz in here and flaunt that tight, perky little body in front of me and expect me not to get riled up."
She pecks you on the lips again, but this time steps back from you entirely afterwards, her arms folded in front of her chest.
"Here's what I propose. You keep your job here. I'll redo the employee photos, fudge some of your personal data. Hell, I'll help you get a new ID done up with your new appearance on it without any fuss."
She steps closer to you again, arms still folded imposingly in front of her chest.
"But in return, you let me treat you like my toy for a little while."
You are taken aback and don't know how to answer. You gawp stupidly as you look for words.
"Right here, right now," your boss states, "I wanna play with you for a while. I wanna use your sexy young body however I see fit."
She leans down a little to face you, and places one hand on her hip. The other moves up and starts softly caressing your chest in small circles.
"So. What will it be? Are you gonna [[be my little boytoy->Boytoy]] for a while?"Your domineering boss smiles down at you as she finishes undoing her pants. She slides them down to her knees erotically slowly, taking her white panties along with them. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in just how much girlcum is already coating her crotch. Strands of glistening liquid stretch between her soaked panties and her dripping pussy.
"I think it's about time I *really* used my toy. Don't you think?"
Her countenance suddenly becomes very menacing, and her smile now has a hint of something predatory behind it. She shuffles forward towards you and takes your head in her hands again.
There is no tenderness anymore, however, as she yanks your head up and brings her crotch down over your face. You're a little jarred by these swings in attitude, and sputter as Corrigan mashes her slippery vulva all over your lips.
"Come on," she barks, "get to licking that cunt, cunt!"
She forces herself down and pulls your head up again, and you quickly realise she's going to break you proper if you don't put in some effort.
You scramble up onto your knees and start flicking your tongue along her labia.
"That's it..."
Your tastebuds are bombarded by her delicious juices, and you begin feverishly lapping it up, in a simultaneous effort to please your boss and taste more of her. You switch up your technique after a little while and start gently tugging on her labia with your lips. The loud moaning and tightening grip on your hair tells you you're going in the right direction.
You lift up your hands to rest them on Corrigan's thighs, but they are immediately smacked away.
"No! Hands in your lap. Your mouth is all I want right now!"
You follow her orders immediately, and start probing your tongue inside her pussy in an attempt to make up for your mistakes.
"Good boy... Good fucking boy..."
You're pleased you have atoned for your wrongdoing, and focus on bringing pleasure to the incredible woman towering over you.
"Focus on my clit a little."
Your tongue is swirling around her nub even before she finishes her sentence, bringing further praise your way. You involve every part of your mouth as you continue to eat her out. Nibbling, sucking, licking, blowing; anything you can do to make her happy.
"I'm getting close," Corrigan gasps, gripping your hair more tightly, "go deeper, slut!"
You obey, plunging your tongue as deep into her tight cunt as you can. You press up into her groin with your whole face to try and force yourself that little bit deeper. Your nose rubs right up against her clit and you can't smell anything but the intoxicating scent of pussy.
"FUUUCK!"
Corrigan grips your hair and grinds against you with all her might as she reaches her peak. Her pussy is flooded with a fresh wave of girlcum that explodes all over you, utterly soaking your entire face and dripping down onto the floor. She bucks and writhes on your tongue as she rides her orgasm to completion. Once the woman riding your face finally releases you, your tongue is numb, your lips are numb, and your face is tingling and wet.
And it's amazing.
Corrigan releases a huge sigh and drops to the floor next to you. She leans back against the wall and then lets her head droop until it is resting on top of yours. The pair of you sit there for a while, breathing heavily and contentedly.
You're about to break the silence when your boss speaks up.
"You good?"
She moves her head from yours and looks at you. You meet her gaze and offer a weak nod and dazed smile.
"Good," she sighs, "get down there and clean me up. I can't go back to work like this."
She grips your head and nudges you down towards her sodden groin. Her push is not forceful, but you let yourself be carried along by it with no resistance. You scoot around to the front of Corrigan on all fours, then start lapping up the remaining cum coating her thighs, switching your gaze from her crotch to her eyes as she starts speaking.
"You did really well," she says softly, stroking your hair a little, "you really surprised me with just how into it you got."
You give her a muffled grunt resembling "thanks" without slowing your cleaning. She starts twirling her fingers in your hair.
"I'm sorry I've always been such a bitch to you, Alex."
You're a tad shocked to hear her apologise so openly, but you continue your task, moving from one thigh to the other now that it's clean.
"Like, I'm always a bit of a bitch," she laughs, "that's just who I am. But I've given you hell over the years you've worked here, and now I'm starting to wonder why?"
She takes another deep breath and switches the hand she was using to play with your hair.
"All I can think is that I was a cunt to you because you were an easy target. You just rolled over and took the abuse, and that made you perfect for a sexually frustrated wreck like me."
Corrigan chuckles.
"Can't even help but make excuses for it, can I? Thirty-eight years old and I still can't own up to mistakes."
She nudges you a little with her legs to get you to start licking her crotch more directly.
"Just 'cause I was pent up, doesn't mean I should take it out on you."
She reaches into her shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, taking one into her lips and pocketing the pack again. She grunts and reaches forward, digging around in the pocket down by her knees for a lighter. She retrieves it and grunts again as she leans back into the wall. She lights her cigarette and moves to put the lighter back in her pocket, but you reach up and take it from her, putting it away for her so she needn't bend forward.
"God, you're amazing," she laughs, taking a long pull from her smoke.
She pulls your hair gently to get you to stop licking her.
"I'd love to sit here all day and have you service me again and again, but I really do have to get back to work."
You nod and get to your feet, offering her your hand. She takes it, thanking you, and you help her to her feet. She holds the cigarette between her teeth as she pulls her pants back up, then takes it back in her fingers before leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips.
"Sorry 'bout the smoke," she says.
You wave your hand to indicate that it's fine, your mouth still not ready to start talking again.
Corrigan walks over to the storeroom door and puts her hand on the knob. Before turning it, she looks back at you.
"Go home and rest up. I'll put you in the system as taking a paid day off today. You earned it. Also, you have a shift tomorrow, and I expect you to be working your best."
You smile and nod, thanking her with your eyes.
"And hey. Happy birthday, Alex."
[[Some time later->Forced Bi Intro]]"No!"
You push back from Steven, pushing Corrigan off of you. She falls back onto her ass with a grunt, and you scrabble away from Steven.
"I'm sorry! I can't!"
Steven is frozen, mortified, unsure of what to do. Corrigan shuffles over to you on her knees, arms coming to wrap around your shoulders in comfort.
"It's okay, babe," she whispers, stroking your shoulders tenderly as you cry, "it's okay. I'm sorry. It's okay. Just relax. I won't make you. Shh."
You push yourself into her hug, tears flowing down your face.
"Sorry, Steven," she says, gesturing towards the door with her head, "sorry for dragging you into this. Grab something to eat on the way out, I'll cover it."
Steven nods awkwardly, scurrying out the door of the break room as quickly as he can.
"I can't," you sob, "I'm sorry..."
"Shh, don't be sorry, Alex," Corri murmurs, holding you tightly to her chest, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sprung this on you. I'm sorry, babe."
The two of you sit there on the break room floor for several minutes. Your sobs start to quiet, but Corri doesn't stop apologising.
"I'm sorry," she mutters, "I'm sorry."
Now it's your turn to comfort her.
"I'm okay now," you croak, pulling out of her embrace slowly.
She has a few tears on her cheeks, and her eyes are red.
"Are you sure?"
She looks at you with sad eyes. It's unusual to see her like this. You rarely see her so vulnerable, and you've never seen her show sadness before.
You nod and hug Corri, wrapping her in your arms. She breathes in your scent for a few moments, before pulling away from you and standing up. She extends her arm and you take her hand, using her strength to get to your feet.
"I shouldn't have pushed this onto you without talking to you first," she sniffs, not letting go of your hand, "I'm sorry."
"It's fi-"
"It's not fine," she says, cutting you off, "it's not okay. I want you to set some boundaries with me later."
She turns her head away and screws up her face, dropping your hand.
"If you even want to keep doing all this, that is."
"Corri..."
Part of you wants to call Steven back. It wants you to force yourself through this to make her feel better. But you know that's not what she would want. She is being honest with you right now, and it would be insulting to her to not do the same.
"I do want to keep doing this with you," you say, taking her hand into your own.
She looks like she is about to ask you if you're sure, but she stops when she sees the steeled expression on your face.
"I want to keep this up," you say, forcing yourself to be brave, "whatever our relationship is now, I want to keep it going."
Corri gulps, and your strength is starting to waver. Determined to finish saying what you have to say before you break, you keep talking.
"I want to make you feel good. But *only* you. No one else. It doesn't matter man, woman, anything. I don't want them."
You step towards her and pull her down a little with her arm.
"I want *you*."
You kiss Corri deeply. A tear drips from her cheek onto yours, and she wraps her arms around you. You follow suit, pulling her deeper into your kiss. You continue like that for a while. Not forceful, or lustful, or playful. An honest, loving kiss.
"I love you," Corri whispers as she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress your cheek.
"I love you too," you reply, stepping forward and hugging her.
"Would you... come home with me tonight?"
Her question catches you a little unaware. You look up at her, and she looks down at you with a weak smile.
"I'd really like to make this up to you," she says, stroking your hair, "and I think the best way to start is with dinner. So will you?"
You nod, then snuggle your face into her tummy. She giggles, scruffing up your hair and wiggling free from you.
"C'mon, you," she sighs, heading towards the door, "I'll finish locking up here. You take these and go hop in my car."
She detaches her car keys from her keyring and tosses them to you.
"I'll be there soon, and then we can [[head home for dinner->CorriganBJ]]."Everyone's eyes are on you and Corrigan when the two of you arrive for work on Monday. Corrigan is entirely unfazed by the attention. In fact, you're pretty sure she's drinking it up gleefully.
You, on the other hand, are crimson with shame. If Corri didn't have her hand on your shoulder, you're pretty sure you'd have sprinted out of the store and never looked back.
"Morning, you lot," Corri says, greeting everyone with a self-satisfied smile, "we open in twenty and I expect your best work, as usual."
Your assembled colleagues nod, shocked at the spectacle before them. You and Corri are dressed entirely as one would expect for work, both wearing your standard shoes and uniform. What surprises everyone is that Corri is wearing a genuine smile on her face.
And that you are covered head to foot in hickeys.
You were worried when you saw yourself in the mirror this morning, but Corri told you that no one would say anything. And she was right. No one is saying anything about your entirely purple neck. Or the nail marks up your arms. Or that your shirt buttons are purposefully open to display your bite-riddled chest. Or the giant lipstick smudge Corri planted on your cheek just before you both walked inside.
No one says a word, in fact, as you both make your way into the break room to prepare for another day of work. When the two of you are alone again, Corri quickly spins you around and kisses you aggressively, deliberately smearing more lipstick over your lips.
"I like to make sure people know when I own something," she hisses in your ear, grabbing your ass with both hands, making you moan loudly.
She chuckles and lets you go, moving to leave the break room.
"You're out the back today," she says, "I've got you stacking the store room shelves all day. Make sure you check the delivery sheets to see when you need to be out in the loading bay for the drinks delivery. Try not to let customers see too much of you."
She winks, and you get even redder.
"And don't make any plans for tonight. [[I want you all to myself!->CorriStraightEnd]]"You stare blankly as you try to comprehend the words Corrigan just spoke to you. She wants you to play with Steven? Does that mean what you think it means? Why is she asking this now?
You're too busy thinking to really notice as Corri beckons Steven over and bids him to sit in the chair near the two of you. She puts her arms around your shoulders and nudges you to face your still confused -but clearly less fearful- colleague.
"I've been fantasizing about something like this for a while," Corri says, stroking your back with one hand.
Her other hand moves up to your face and starts softly caressing your cheek as she speaks.
"I saw Steven pretty blatantly checking you out a couple of weeks ago. I had been considering talking to him about this, but I was just too nervous to broach the subject with him. Or you."
You look at her in surprise and she chuckles.
"I know, I'm not normally one for being afraid of things. Guess you've rubbed off on me a little."
She presses her mouth right up against your ear.
"Or rather, *I* rubbed you off on me."
You let out a giggle and she kisses your cheek happily.
"I really want to see you work his dick with your mouth, Alex," she says seriously, pulling you both forward some more.
Your face is very close to Steven's crotch now. You're all flustered. Do you want to do this? Do you want to do this for Corrigan? Can you even do this properly?
Corri quiets your thoughts a little by tenderly pushing your head down until it is resting in Steven's lap. You can feel his penis throb at your touch, and the faint smells of sex and denim mingle in your nose.
"Please, baby," Corrigan whimpers, "please make him feel good. For me?"
She starts to rub your face slowly and gently around on Steven's groin. She doesn't apply any force, and stops when you hesitate.
A gasp escapes your throat as you feel a firm hand cup your own crotch over your pants.
"I really want to see it," Corrigan coos, "I want to see you suck him, baby."
She squeezes your crotch delicately, and you groan again. Her hand on your head starts moving you again, urging you to rub of your own volition.
"Make him feel nice. The way you make me feel."
You start rubbing your head into Steven's hardening cock, and Corri moans sensually. She thanks you and gives your dick and balls another delightful squeeze.
"It'll be *soooo* hot," she whispers, "watching you suck him off here in the breakroom."
You and Steven are both panting heavily now. Each time you press your face into Steven's groin, Corri treats your own to another loving grope.
"Come on, baby. Take him out. Please?"
Corri releases your head and your cock, taking your hands in hers as she slides up behind you. She presses her body into your back, her boobs smooshing into your neck wonderfully. She uses your hands as her own to caress up Steven's inner thigh. She bids you to unbutton his jeans as she unzips him.
"It's so close..."
The warm breath on your ear sends lovely tingles down your spine, and you once again let Corri move your hands. She places them on the edge of Steven's waistband, and then drags her hands down your arms and onto your chest, letting them come to rest on your pectorals.
"Please, baby," Corrigan pleads into your ear, "take it out. Take it out and service it. Make it feel good. Let me watch you suck his cock. Please? Please, Alex?"
You gulp. Can you really do this? Is this something you really want to do? You want to please Corri, but is this |secret>[(link:"too much")[too much(show:?cloaked)]]?
[[Let it free.->Forced Bi]]
|cloaked)[ [["I can't do this!"->Corrigan Straight]] ]
"Um," you start meekly, "do you think that maybe I could..."
You look away from her, too embarrassed to finish your question. Corri laughs. She flicks her cigarette butt into the breakroom sink and then shifts up a bit in her seat.
"I guess you do deserve a reward," she smirks, "come 'ere, slut."
She pats her lap and raises her eybrows at you expectantly. You hop to your feet with excitement, thanking her profusely as you gingerly set yourself down on her knee.
Corri makes a frustrated noise and pulls you into her, holding you against her body. She spreads your legs with her own and wraps an arm around your waist.
"That's better," she says, using her free hand to unbutton and unzip your jeans.
She reaches into your pants and shifts your thong (she liked the first one so much that she bought you a few others to wear regularly) out of the way. She grasps your throbbing little prick in a ring made of her thumb and forefinger.
"Let's give you your release," she coos into your ear, "you have been such a good toy tonight."
You thank her as she starts to stroke you, melting into her embrace. You feel so good sitting in her lap, her fingers expertly working up and down your stiff, aching penis.
"Let out that cum for me," Corri whispers into your ear, "make that cute cock spray into my hand."
It doesn't take very long for you to start bucking in her grip, right on the edge of orgasm.
"You like that, don't you, cunt? Getting rubbed off in the break room after sucking your colleague's dick. You sucked and sucked until he came right down your slutty throat, and now you're gonna cum in my hand, aren't you?"
You mewl pathetically in response, grasping at Corri's thighs with your hands and thrusting into her fingers manically. She grips tighter and starts stroking even more vigorously.
"Then cum, you filthy, cocksucking bitch."
Corri's sensual degredation in your ear sends you over the peak. You cry out euphorically and writhe in her arms. Your prick shoots out two small spurts of jizz onto her fist before you're spent, and both your cock and your body go limp.
"Good boy," Corri says, letting go of your cock.
She lets you rest for a moment before bringing her hand up to your mouth.
"Clean up your mess," she says, expectantly pressing her hand against your lips.
You obey her demand and run your tongue all over her hand, lapping up your own nutcream obediently. Her hand is clean in no time, and you make a show of swallowing your cum, which she rewards with a gentle bite on your earlobe.
She holds you gently for a moment, and the two of you fall silent. You close your eyes and collect yourself, taking deep breaths. You take in the variety of scents lingering in the air. Corrigan's cum. Your cum. Steven's cum. Three different people's sweat. Tobacco. Corri's lavender perfume. That faint hint of rotting fruit that has plagued the break room for a few months now, the source of which no one can locate.
"Let's get out of here," Corrigan says, pushing you off of her carefully and disrupting your olfactory examination of the break room.
You hop off her lap and fix your pants, tucking yourself away and straightening your clothes. You head outside as Corrigan finishes locking up the store. The cool night air makes you shiver a little, but you're quickly warmed up when Corrigan puts her arms around you from behind, hugging you tightly.
"Thank you," she says softly, burying her face in your hair.
You were going to reply with something flirty, but Corri's voice is trembling somewhat. You reach up and put your arms over her neck, comforting her as best you can from your position.
"You're welcome," you reply earnestly.
The two of you stand there together for a bit, just basking in each other's warmth. When she lets you go, you turn and look up into her eyes. She smiles at you softly, and you feel a smile spread across your face to match.
Corri bends down and kisses you deeply. It's not aggressive and rough like her kisses normally are, nor is it patronising and flirty. This kiss is gentle. Honest. Vulnerable.
Loving.
Your kiss doesn't last very long, but to you it feels like a glorious lifetime. When you separate, you feel like you're floating on air. You smile dumbly, and Corri giggles at you in an uncharacteristically feminine way.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Alex," she says, tucking her hands into her pockets.
She hesitates briefly, and then looks to the ground shyly before talking again.
[["I love you."->Shared Toy End]]
You look away from her, face burning. You're too embarrassed to say anything, and you wish the floor would just swallow you up. You don't dislike the idea of this incredible woman 'helping' you, but you feel very overwhelmed by this whole situation.
"Ah get what yer tryin' ta say."
The woman's voice is calm, but there is something else in it that you can't place. It's not as though she sounds upset. Despite your anxiety, you look to her eyes to try and understand her emotions. There is a curious glint in them as they meet your own.
"Ah can see that ya ain't got the largest 'package'-"
She chuckles at her own joke, nudging her hat.
"-and ah'm guessin' ya bought that ta try and feel good, 'cause ya been havin' troubles findin' what ya like."
Your mouth opens to speak, but you're swept up into a crushing bearhug before you can say anything. You're squeezed by her powerful arms into her gargantuan bosom. You briefly wonder whether you'll die from suffocation or broken bones first.
"Mama Millie's gunna show ya that there are plenny'a ways ta feel good without usin' ya danglin' parts!"
The pressure on your body lessens somewhat, but you're still smothered and blinded by her cavernous cleavage. You can feel the woman -Millie, you presume- moving you about, and you squirm a bit in her embrace. You are trying to figure out what she was talking about when her bellowing voice interrupts your thoughts.
"That's a nice lookin' couch, baby. Lotsa space for a curvy gal like me ta get comfy!"
You surmise that the two of you have arrived in the living room by her exclamation. After being jostled about for a bit, you hear Millie let out a grunt as the two of you drop into what you assume is your couch.
You are released from your suffocating confinement, and you gulp down some air. You try to gather your wits when your world is suddenly turned (textstyle: "upside-down")[upside down].
Literally.
Millie has just flipped you upside down in her arms.
Your face is thrust back into her cleavage, this time from below, as she pulls your legs up over her shoulders. Your crotch is pressed into what you imagine is the base of her neck, and her hands are gripping your waist, moving you into a comfortable position atop her breasts. A majority of your body is propped up on Millie's giant tits, her hands only holding a little of your weight.
"These are some mighty sexy threads yer wearing, sugah."
A strong hand moves from your hips to cup your asscheek, making you yelp. You can feel several thick fingers wedge themself under your thong and the waistband of your hot pants just near your tailbone, pulling teasingly. You flail a bit, but a firm hand pressing onto your back stills you.
"Careful, baby. Ah don't wancha fallin' now. 'Specially not when ah do this!"
She pulls your pants off with one quick movement, bearing your perky ass and dainty genitals to the open air.
"What a scrumptious li'l body ya got," Millie purrs, "and ah can see why ya said that weren't a toy yoo bought. It's far too big fer ya."
You are filled with pride and shame in equal measure, unsure whether to thank her for her praise of your body, or cry because she not so subtly called your dick tiny. Any deliberation is cut short by her continuing to speak.
"Like ah said though, ya ain't gotta use yer danglin' parts ta feel good."
A huge moan erupts from your mouth and vibrates her boobs as Millie's tongue plunges into your asshole. The thick, dextrous muscle forces itself inside your tight pucker, lubed with her spit. It twirls and flutters around your entrance, then slips back inside to explore you further. You cover your mouth with your hands, trying to stifle the repeated gasps and moans of pleasure flowing from you like water from a hose.
"Dun caba ya math, hoogah."
Millie's words are entirely unintelligible, since she doesn't take her tongue from your rosebud as she talks. She pulls her mouth away with a 'slurp' before she tries again.
"Don't cover yer mouth, sugah. Ah wanna hear those pretty sounds yer makin'."
You are utterly overwhelmed by this whole situation, and you let your arms drop onto her lap, hanging past your ears. You let yourself vocalise a little more freely as she resumes licking your hole. Despite the fact that she started doing all of this without getting your consent first, you find yourself getting into it. You've never felt a feeling quite like this before. You're *very* aroused, but your prick is still limp, bumping softly against Millie's chin as she devours you.
You wonder in horror if perhaps this new body will never let you get hard again, but your fear is pushed from the forefront of your mind as Millie grips your hips tighter and presses her face deeper into your behind. You whimper needily as a wonderful feeling you've never felt before radiates from your anus and into your groin. You can feel a pressure building up inside you, and it grows with each luxurious lick of Millie's tongue, especially when it presses against one specific spot. It's a nice feeling, but you can't quite place it. It's familiar, but unusual. As though it were something you've felt before, but in a slightly different way. Honestly, it's a lot like the pressure you feel when you're about to-
You cry out in bliss as you cum. Jizz dribbles from your flaccid cock, and your hole clenches tightly around the invading tongue. You spasm and rock, your legs wrapping around Millie's head and your hands grasping at her voluptuous thighs.
"That's tha way, darlin'!"
Millie pulls her tongue from your sphincter before you clamp down on it so hard you sever it. Her voice is full of pride, and you find yourself smiling at her praise.
And also at the fact you just came harder than you ever have in your life. That has something to do with it too.
"Ya sure took to it right quick."
She pulls you off of her and places you on the couch beside her. You offer no resistance, lazily letting yourself be plopped into the cushions.
"Ya ever done that b'fore, sweetheart?"
You shake your head drunkenly.
"Well, ya sure are a natural at it! Takes some people a lotta time to be able ta cum from their backdoor."
Millie starts wiping her chest and chin that are covered in watery spunk. She scoops it all up onto her fingers (though you note that her shirt still has a wet patch on it where your semen stained it), then lifts it up so she can examine it.
"What a yummy lookin' load ya let out for me," she says, before putting her fingers into her mouth and licking them clean.
She looks down at your blissed-out self and giggles.
"Ya really came hard, dincha? Yer a natural for butt-lovin' if it tuckered ya out that much."
"I never even thought about putting anything back there," you admit, "didn't know that it could feel so good, even though I'm a guy."
Millie chuckles a bit and pats your naked knee.
"Ah'd wager it's *because* yer a lad that it was so great fer ya."
You give her a confused look and she elaborates.
"Ah ain't got time fer the whole biolahgy lesson, but those that got a prostate tend ta take to anal a li'l more than those without. Ain't a hard rule though. Every body's got diff'rent needs."
You make a mental note to research the prostate later, figuring you should probably learn how this wonderful part of your body works.
Millie stands up with some effort.
"Now hun, ah realise now that ah came on a bit strong. Ah had yer knees round my ears bafore ya had a chance to know what was happunin'!"
She looks a apologetic.
"Ah'm glad ya liked how mah tongue felt, but that don't excuse tha fact ah didn't getchyer consent fore ah did what ah did. Will yoo fergive me?"
There is a small part of your mind that wants to admonish her a little further. A part that wants to tell her that lifting people over your shoulders and eating their ass on their sofa isn't okay just because they were startled by an unsolicited sex toy being mailed to their house. But you did enjoy yourself despite that being the case, and you feel like Millie truly did have the best of intentions in mind.
"It's alright," you say, standing up yourself, "though yeah, maybe we can move a little more slowly next time."
Millie raises her eyebrow coquettishly, and your hands shoot over your mouth in shock as you realise what you just said.
"Mah mah," she exclaims, putting a hand on her hip, "aren't yoo suddenly bein' forward! Not that ah'm one to talk on that regard I s'pose~!"
Flustered, you try to explain what you meant, but Millie silences you by bending down and pecking you softly on the lips.
"Ah'd luv to do this again some time, sugah," she says, pulling away from your stunned face, "hows about ya give me yer number, and ah'll call ya this afternoon so we can make a date?"
You nod silently, and she gives you a warm smile as she pulls a pen from her scrunchie.
"Perks'a havin' such curly hair," she laughs, before writing your number onto her palm as you recite it.
She tucks the pen back into its spot, then reads the number back to herself a few times.
"Alright, hun'," she sighs, "ah really gotta get back ta my route now, but ah'll be sure ta send yoo a message as soon as ah hop back in the truck."
You walk with her as she makes her way to your front door. She stops you with a laugh as you move to follow her out to her truck, reminding you that you aren't wearing pants. You cover yourself, embarrassed, and tell her you'll talk to her later and that you can't wait to meet up again, before closing the door and running back to the living room to put your clothes back on properly.
Just as you finish pulling your pants into place, you hear your phone's text tone from upstairs. You (text-style: "strike")[run like a bat out of hell] walk calmly up to your bedroom to check your messages. You pick the phone up off your desk and feel your heart race a little as you press the new text notification.
Some delightful black cleavage -shining with sweat and framed by khaki fabric- greets you, and you almost drop your phone in surprise. You look around a little guiltily as you save the photo of Millie's boobs to your phone, then turn your attention to the accompanying text.
(colour: #32a0a8)["since i saw so much of you but you didnt get to see much of me. i thought id treat ya. ill call u sometime after 6 ok darlin? xx"]
You fall back onto your bed, giddy with excitement. The details aren't set in stone yet, but you don't care about the semantics.
[[You've got a date.->First Date Millie]]Millie rests her hand on her stomach with a sigh, smiling at you from across the table.
"Well, darlin'," she says, "ah ain't had a dinner that luvly in a long while!"
You blush under her praise, glad that the effort you put into the meal didn't go to waste. You had spent all afternoon preparing what was ultimately just a simple steak dinner, but you wanted to be sure everything was perfect for when Millie arrived this evening.
You were a nervous wreck right up until you opened the door, but once you opened the front door and saw Millie in her wonderfully form fitting grey turtleneck and black slacks, your anxiety was swept away. Millie has an incredible effect on you. Her mere presence brings you calm.
Dinner went smoothly, even after you nearly tripped and sent your meal flying across the room. You managed to recover and save the food with a series of quick twists and turns, earning you a round of applause from your impressed date. The two of you talked about yourselves over dinner, asking questions about the other's job and interests. You worried that you were a boring person to talk to since you didn't have very much to your life outside of work, but Millie seemed to know just the right questions to ask and things to say to keep the conversation flowing enjoyably.
You sit and stare into Millie's eyes, the two of you sharing a moment of calm silence as you let your meals settle. You feel as though you could fall into her eyes if you looked too long, the brilliant blue orbs beckoning you in like sparkling oceans.
"If it's alright with ya, hun," Millie says, saving you from drowning in her gaze, "ah was wunderin' if we maght..."
She looks away from you bashfully, much to your surprise. Millie has been very forward and confident in all your conversations so far, so her sudden shyness catches you off-guard.
"Ah, ah'm sorry," she giggles, covering her face with her hands momentarily, "ah'm not usually so nervous!"
"It's fine," you laugh, "I understand the feeling quite well myself!"
You feel your heart soar when she laughs, glad that you could ease her worries with humour.
She puts on a slightly more serious face and looks you in the eye again.
"Sugah, ah wanted to ask if we could maybe... head to yer room? If that's alright with yoo."
The implication is clear, and now it's your turn to be nervous again. You swallow hard, nodding slowly.
"Are ya sure, baby?"
Millie places reaches across the table and takes your hands in hers.
"Ah still feel bad fer pushin' ya so quickly tha other day, so ah want ta make sure ah do things right this time. If ya don't wanna, please tell me."
"No, I really do," you stammer out, a little too quickly.
You look away, abashed, and hear Millie giggle.
"I mean, I would like to... do things.. with you again. I'm just... also nervous."
Millie squeezes your hands tightly and raises them to her lips, kissing your fingers.
"Ah'm so happy ta hear that, darlin'."
She releases your hands, smiling brightly. Your heart melts, and you can't help but smile too.
"If yer ready, ah'll let yoo lead the way."
You take a deep breath and nod, pushing yourself out from your dining table (which feels giant to your new frame, and yet looks tiny compared to Millie) and hop to your feet. Millie gets up from her spot and straightens her clothes a little, before reaching down and picking up her small brown hand bag.
You reach out and proffer your hand to your stunning date. She titters and places her hand in yours with exaggerated daintiness. The two of your snigger together at the absurd difference in your hand sizes. You squeeze each other's hands tightly, and you lead Millie up stairs to your bedroom.
You take slow even breaths as you lead Millie into your room. You cleaned your room earlier today, but you still feel your heart hammering in your chest as she scans the room.
"What a lovely room," she says, and you feel your tight muscles relax.
Millie releases your hand and walks over to your bed. She gingerly sits on the edge, placing her bag on the floor. You gulp again as she addresses you with a warm smile.
"Could ya take yer clothes off for me, hun? If that's alright?"
You nod in agreement and start unbuttoning your shirt. You still feel a little embarrassed that the only formal clothes you could find to fit your new frame were in the children's section, but you shake off the shame as you shake your shirt onto the floor. You remove your belt and let your slacks drop to the floor as well.
You gulp again in both arousal and anxiety. Millie's eyes are drinking you in hungrily, and you can feel her silently urging you to remove your underwear as well. With trembling hands you pull your thong (you've actually grown pretty used to wearing it) down as sensually as possible, letting it drop onto the pile with your other clothes.
Millie bites her lip sexily as she looks you over.
"God, baby," she says, reaching out to you, "you look simply delishus. May ah touch ya?"
You eagerly step forward into her grasp. She pulls you in closer, and lets her hands run across your chest and over your shoulders. You sigh and let your eyes droop closed in pleasure as her large, soft hands fondle you.
"Yer skin is so smooth, Alex," she coos, "ya have ta tell me how ya got it so soft at some point."
You laugh slightly as you tell her she probably won't believe you.
Millie's hands drop lower and make you gasp, cupping around your asscheeks. She grins devilishly as she squeezes you, and you moan loudly. She pulls you into her tightly and kisses you. Her tongue swirls around your own, and her soft lips feel incredible against your own. You bring your arms up and wrap them around her neck. The two of you kiss passionately for a while, each of you letting your hands slowly roam and cup the other's body.
Millie is the one to break your kiss, pulling away from you gently.
"Darlin'," she gasps, licking her lips to pull in the strings of saliva connecting your mouths, "ah'd really luv ta use mah mouth on ya again. Will ya let me?"
"Y-yes," you stammer.
Millie kisses you again, then pulls back and lets you go completely.
"Hop up on the bed for me," she directs, standing up, "get on yer hands and knees and stick that cute li'l butt out."
You climb onto your bed and hesitantly set yourself up as she asked. With your lightly throbbing member hanging freely beneath you and your bare ass poking out lewdly you feel quite exposed.
"Oh, hun," comes Millie's aroused voice from behind you, "ya look so scrum'shus. Ah could just eat ya right up."
Her hand clamps down onto your behind, making you jump.
"In fact, ah might do just that!"
Millie's thumb slips between your cheeks and starts tentatively rubbing your pucker, eliciting a pleasured gasp from you. You let your head hang down and look at your date through your legs. She sinks to her knees at the edge of your bed, giving you a quick wink. You lift your head to look forward again, and you feel Millie's other hand on your other cheek. She gently spreads you with her hands, then you feel her tongue touch your asshole.
You loudly moan as Millie's wet tongue swirls around your entrance. She hums gleefully into your ass, and pushes her tongue inside you slowly. You grip the sheets tight as pleasure radiates from your hole throughout your pelvis. Your prick twitches each time she pushes into you.
Millie stops licking you for a moment and you look back at her questioningly. She simply smiles and places her hand between your shoulder blades, gently pushing you down. You let your top half drop onto the mattress, understanding her silent instruction. You get yourself comfortable with your ass high in the air and your head resting on your folded arms.
Millie hums happily and moves back to continue her licking. You let yourself vocalise your pleasure freely, and she seems to take great joy in finding ways to make you let out new sounds. She kisses, licks, sucks, and penetrates your starfish in a variety of ways, leaving you gasping and on the verge of orgasm after only a few minutes.
To your confusion, she pulls her mouth away from you just as you feel your peak coming. You pitifully whimper and look back at her with sad eyes. She giggles and winks at you again, and makes a show of putting her index finger into her mouth. She suckles on it then pulls it out slowly, holding the dripping digit out with a grin. Your eyes widen as you understand what she is doing, and you grip the sheets even more as the slick finger presses against your asshole.
"Ah, I'm cumming!"
As soon as the finger pushes into you, you cum. Electric pleasure shoots through you, making you clench around Millie's finger and bite the sheets. Your whole body shudders, and your dick starts to leak. You cry out and drop onto the bed, Millie's finger slipping out of you with a 'pop'.
"That's good, baby," she purrs, "feels wondaful, don't it?"
She sits herself down on the bed next to your quivering self and starts stroking your back lovingly.
"That's the way. Let yerself go. Just breathe."
Your body starts to still under her caress, and you start to breathe normally again. You rest there for a moment, feeling Millie's hand on your skin and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. When you feel like you have control of yourself again, you roll over and look up at your beautiful lover.
"Feelin' good, sugah?"
You laugh in affirmation. She smiles, placing her hand on your exposed belly. You place your hands on hers and the two of you gaze at each other contentedly.
"If ya still up fer more," she says softly, "ah have some more things ah'd luv ta try with ya."
"Sure," you say, "I'd love to."
She beams, squeezing your tummy and making you squirm and giggle.
"Ahlright, hun," she says, taking her hand back, "roll back over for me."
You do as she says as she bends down to where she placed her bag earlier. You hear something open with a 'click' and then hear a quiet 'splurt'.
"Ah'm gonna use this ta make ya all slipp'ry. That way ah can use mah fingers on ya."
A shudder of anticipation washes over you. Millie places a hand on your soft asscheek and tugs it gently, exposing your hole a little. Then you feel her cold, slick fingers work their way into your crack, pressing themselves gently against your hole.
"Oh, that's a little cold," you croak.
Millie's hand continues massaging your pucker as she talks.
"It'll warm up a li'l soon, baby, don't worry none."
One of her fingers slowly teases your asshole and you groan. You bury your face in the bed and you hear Millie's satisfied "yes" as she pushes it in further. It pops inside you and presses up against your prostate. A loud moan escapes your lips, and Millie starts to stroke your prostate with increasing pressure.
Soon you're a gibbering mess, bucking yourself back into Millie's hand and whimpering. After only a minute or two of continuous anal stimulation, you shriek into the mattress as you cum again. You spurt into the bed and shake madly, your hole clenching around Millie's finger and your own fingers clenching your sheets.
"Yer doin' so great, darlin'," Millie coos, gently pulling her fingers from your twitching anus, "ya've taken to this so well."
You can't answer with words, so you just moan, which makes Millie laugh.
"Ya really got a body for buttstuff, Alex. Ah'm a might jealous!"
She chuckles as she strokes your head with her clean hand.
"There's one last thing ah want to show ya, since ya've shown ya luv this so much. Are ya up ta a li'l more?"
You take a deep breath and shift your head to look up at Millie. She has an expectant look on her face, but she waits patiently for your answer.
"Aight," you snort, shrugging.
You're exhausted, but you're having the time of your life.
Millie clasps her clean hand to her chest with glee, then pats your head lovingly.
"Don't move, sugah. This'll only take a sec."
She leans back down to her bag once again and digs around in it for a moment, before making a satisfied noise and sitting back up. She holds something out for you to see, and it takes you a moment to discern what she has procured.
In her hand is a small silver butt plug, with a little pink gemstone on the handle. It seems miniature in her huge hands, but the thought of it going inside you makes you stiffen a little. Your eyes go wide, but you stay where you are.
"Don't worry, hun," she says, noticing your nervous look, "ah'll go slow. Ah ain't wantin' ta hurt ya."
You nod as best you can with your head on the bed, and take a deep breath. Millie rubs the butt plug with her lube covered hand, coating it with a generous helping of lubrication. She spreads your cheeks once more with her wet hand, and you clench as you feel the tip of the cold metal against your asshole.
"Relax, baby," Millie says gently, "don't tight'n up until it's in. Ah promise it'll feel good for ya."
You take a deep breath and release your tightly wound muscles. You moan as the plug slips into you, and it pops into place snugly. You can feel it bump against your prostate each time you clench your ass, and you have to admit, it's a very pleasant feeling.
"Now fer the finisher," Millie says, and you can hear her lean down to her bag once more.
You can't imagine what else she could possibly have in store for you tonight, but you soon feel something slip between your cheeks and bump up against the plug.
"What's tha-"
You are cut off as the mystery object starts to vibrate, turning your question into a slurred string of pleasured expletives. The plug buzzes inside you, massaging your prostate in a new way. You clench up again, burying your face into the mattress, your voice coming out in gasping cries of ecstasy.
"Ah di'n't have any vibrat'n' plugs that were small enuff fer a beginner. All mine would have bin a li'l large fer ya."
Millie chuckles as she strokes your ass tenderly.
"Though given how well ya taken ev'rythin' so far, ah'm startin' ta wonder if maybe ya could've taken mah biggest plug!"
You don't respond with words. You just cum.
For the third time tonight you spasm and wail as you orgasm. Your bed is once again stained with watery jizz, and your clenching and flailing only pushes the plug into your prostate harder, making your orgasm stronger in the process. Millie turns off the vibrator as you start to come down, patting your cheeks gently.
"Ah think that's enough fer now," she giggles.
You hear her put the vibrator away in her bag and sit back up. You stay lying face down in the bed, breathing heavily and occasionally twitching as another shockwave of pleasure rolls through you.
"Ah'd say yer a might tuckered out now, huh?"
You make an incomprehensible noise to voice your agreement. Millie chuckles and gives you playful spank.
"We better get that plug out'cha," she says, placing her hands on your behind once more, "not good ta leave it in too long, 'specially fer a first timer."
You grunt your understanding and shift yourself up a little so Millie can grasp the plug with her thick fingers. She slowly tugs it free, making you moan for the millionth time tonight. Once the plug is removed from you, you drop yourself down again with a satisfied sigh.
"Ah think ya need ta get sum rest," Millie whispers, leaning down to kiss your ear, "would ya mind if ah stay the night with ya, darlin'?"
You roll yourself over with some effort to face Millie. When you do, you lean up and kiss her with a smile.
"I'd really like that," you whisper tiredly.
"Thank yoo, Alex," she says, hopping up from the bed.
She starts removing her shoes and putting her bag away. She tells you to get yourself comfortable while she gets ready. You crawl up into your usual sleeping spot, and after a bit the light flicks off. Millie sets herself down into your bed and moves up behind you. You sink back into her embrace, and she holds you tight against her now bare chest.
"G'night, Alex," she whispers, pulling the blankets up over the both of you.
You close your eyes and snuggle yourself back into her as much as you can, loving the feeling of her arms around you.
[["Good night, Millie."->MorningAfterMillie]]Darkness.
You're certain your eyes are open -you even blink a few times to be sure- but you can't see anything.
You can also barely breathe. Your lungs are yelling at you to get some air, but your face is smothered and something is crushing you from all sides. You start squirming and wriggling to free yourself from whatever is keeping you captive.
"Oh!"
The voice breaks through the darkness and your fetters are released. You pull yourself back and swallow down huge gulps of air, light streaming into your eyes. You tumble back onto your mattress, gasping, squinting as your eyes adjust to the morning sunlight.
"Ah'm so sorry, baby. Ah nearly smutha'd ya!"
Millie is laughing heartily, and you're mesmerised by both her beautiful voice, and massive, swaying tits. You watch her incredible melons bounce around as her chest heaves. Her nipples are stiff and perky, poking up from her large brown areolas deliciously. You have the strongest urge to suckle them, your mouth almost watering at the thought.
Millie crosses her arms over her chest, obscuring her nipples from your view, and pouts jokingly.
"Just 'cause they nearly kill'd ya, don't mean it's polite ta stare at 'em!"
You laugh apologetically, and she chuckles along with you.
"Ah guess ya can look, if ya luv 'em so much."
Her arms shift from covering her boobs to tuck underneath them, pushing them up wonderfully.
Your jaw hangs open as the nature of your situation starts to dawn on you. Here you are, in your bed on a Sunday morning, laying next to the most attractive woman you've ever known. Her dark skin is illuminated by the sunlight streaming in through your window in a way that gives her a heavenly glow. Her frizzy hair billows out around her head and shoulders like a personal halo, framing her gorgeous face exquisitely. Her lower body is covered demurely by your white sheets, but her breasts are pushed out brazenly, sensual and immaculate. Her loving smile warms even the deepest parts of your soul; her shining blue eyes assuring you that all is well in the world.
Millie looks like a goddess. There is simply no better way to describe her. Every part of her is perfect.
And this perfect woman shared your bed last night.
Tears start to well up in your eyes, and Millie's face fills with concern.
"Alex, what's wrong, baby?"
You wipe your eyes and laugh quietly, embarrassed. Her arms wrap around you and you return her hug happily, resting your head against her bosom.
"I'm fine," you sniff, trying to hold back your tears, "I was just a little overwhelmed."
You release her and lean back, looking up into her eyes.
"It's just... you're so amazing. So beautiful. So... perfect. And you wanted to spend time with *me*. To have dinner with *me*. To spend the night with *me*."
Your tears start to flow freely, and Millie's own eyes are starting to glisten with imminent tears.
"I'm so happy."
Millie starts crying in earnest, pulling you back into her embrace with crushing force. Her sobs make her tits shake around your head, and you can feel her tears dripping onto your head, much as your own are soaking her cleavage.
"Ah feel the same way, darlin'," she hics, "all tha things ya said about me are things ah was thinkin' about yoo. Yoo just had tha brav'ry ta say it before ah could!"
The two of you cry tears of joy together, holding each other tightly. You've never felt so special to anyone before. So loved. This morning has been the greatest morning of your life, and it's not even ten.
Millie pulls away and looks down at you, her tears starting to dry up.
"Ah don't have ta work today," she begins, reaching down and cupping your cheek in her warm hand, "and ah was wunderin' if maybe we could spend tha day tagether?"
You take hold of her hand on your face and nuzzle into it.
"I'd love to," you say, "did you have anything you wanted to do?"
Millie struggles to stifle a devious giggle, her mouth straining not to break into a grin.
[["Ah did too, in fact."->MilliePlug]]You and Millie start seeing each other often after that. You both become very close very quickly, able to confide in each other whenever you have worries. With Millie's help you slowly come out of your shell, eventually quitting your job and finding a new one as an accountant. It's simple, boring work, but you're surprisingly good at it, and it pays well. Eventually the two of you even get married, both moving in to a new house you buy together.
Whenever the two of you aren't working, you spend your time going on dates, or -more often than not- having sex. For a while you were afraid to initiate sex too often, since you didn't want to come off as too sex-addicted, but you eventually start to learn that Millie is just as horny as you. More so than you, perhaps, as she slowly reveals a side of her that she had kept secret from anyone for a long time. She has *lots* of toys, and she was very eager to finally have someone to use them with.
The two of you do lots of experimenting, trying different toys, positions, and locations, but there is one common thread to all your sexy fun: it's all anal, all the time. Neither of you ever even brings up the idea of doing anything that doesn't involve an asshole in some way, both too addicted to anal pleasure to want anything else. Millie teaches you all sorts of things that she wished she had known about when she first started using her ass for pleasure, and it doesn't take long before you're taking toys just as large as the ones she does.
Her favourite position is when she lies on her tummy with you straddling her lower back. She loves it when you tongue her hole and grope her cheeks, sometimes inserting a dildo or some |secret>[(link:"fingers")[fingers -or even your entire forearm!-(show:?cloaked)]] in her and making her cream the sheets.
Your personal favourite position was found the first night Millie introduced you to strap-on dildos. After a bit of warming up, you eventually found yourself face down in her arms as she laid on her back. Your face was buried in her giant, pillowy breasts, as she gently fucked you with her strap-on. The feeling of being completely surrounded by your lover while she fucks you with achingly slow thrusts is so good that nothing else ever quite compares.
Not that you stop experimenting of course. Some nights the two of you will share a double-ended dildo while watching a movie. Sometimes you will fuck Millie with a strap-on while she kneels over the end of the bed. Some days you will spend hours taking turns to bury your face in the other's cheeks and lick their hole. Sometimes you'll both fuck yourselves with a toy while you make out, or encourage the other with sexy talk, or sometimes just as you have a normal conversation. Anal really does become a core part of your everyday lives.
On some days, when you are both feeling exceptionally kinky, you'll wear electronic vibrating plugs to work, each synced up to the other's mobile phone. You have "fights" throughout the day, trying to choose what you think would be optimal times to torture the other with vibrations, and when to ease off. Imagining what the other looks like as you crank up the intensity is excellent fun, though you started doing it less frequently after nearly getting caught cumming at your desk by your boss. You made sure to really go to town on Millie that night as vengeance, but something tells you she may have learned the wrong lesson from it.
The two of you spend an amazing, loving, happy life together, despite -or rather *because*- you spend so much time up the other's ass.
***ENDING: Anal Loving Lovers***(set:$ED02 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
|cloaked)[ [[Side Story: An Anal Addict and an Adventurous Arm->MillieFisting]] ] You press call and move to put the phone to your ear. You catch yourself before you do, deciding instead to set the phone to speaker mode. The phone rings for a few seconds before there is the telltale 'click' of the person on the other end picking up the phone.
"Like, hello there! This is Natasha's *Magical* Cleaning! How can I help you today?"
The bubbly woman who answers the phone catches you completely off-guard. You aren't sure what you expected the person who answered to sound like, but you certainly weren't expecting someone so cheerful.
"Um, yeah, hi," you start, urging yourself to focus, "is this Natasha's Magical Cleaning service?"
You immediately slap yourself in the forehead angrily at how stupid that question was.
"Sure is! What can I do for you!"
You curse yourself internally for your idiocy before you start speaking again.
"Um, so, I was wondering how much you guys charge for cleaning?"
"Well that mostly depends on the job! What is the, like, nature of cleaning you'll be needing?"
Your voice catches in your throat as you once again survey the semen sea in your living room. You'd thought you were prepared to explain this, but now that you're on the spot you find yourself monumentally embarrassed.
"I-it's, uh- I mean I- it's..."
"I hear ya loud and clear, honey! Like, don't you worry none! I'll be right over!"
The woman on the phone hangs up before you can say anything.
"Wait- what?"
You're talking to no one, completely flabbergasted by the phone call.
She didn't get your name, or address, or even hear what you wanted cleaned. You stare at your phone, confused.
"Did she hang up by accident?"
You start typing the number in again.
"Surely she didn't actually mean-"
Your doorbell rings, startling you so much that you drop your phone, which bounces off the wood and splatters into the cum on the floor again. You shout several words that would make a sailor blush and storm towards your front door.
"What?!"
"Well, aren't you a bold one!"
The woman at your door is one to talk about being bold. She is about |translate>[(cycling-link: "170cm", "5'7")] tall -though some of that comes from her absurdly tall black heels- with curly blond hair held up in pigtails. Her eyes are an intriguing bubblegum pink shade that seem to shimmer independantly of the light, and they are surrounded by heavy black eyeliner and covered in a heaping helping of glittery pink eyeshadow. Her lips are fat and pouty, puffy to the point that she shouldn't reasonably be able to speak from them, and are slathered with garish pink lipstick. A heavy tan covers her entire body, only small strips around her hips and near her practically bare nipples showing her natural fair skin beneath.
She has huge, blatantly synthetic tits that stretch the latex of her fetishised maid outfit obscenely- if one could even call what she is wearing an 'outfit'. It looks more like a few straps of black plastic held together around her tiny waist and gargantuan ass with only a prayer. Her whole look is topped off with a large black leather choker around her neck that somehow covers more of her skin than all her other clothes combined. The choker is adorned with a stylised letter 'N' made from silver.
The woman standing at your door is the bimbo sterotype cranked up to eleven.
"Are you...?"
"Natasha, yes," the 'maid' at your door says, cocking her ass out and resting her hands on her hips, "and you are Alex, I presume?"
Her cheery attitude and wobbling boobs don't distract you from the fact that you never told her your name.
"Yes, but-"
Natasha cuts you off as she barges inside, bowling you over with the balloons on her chest. You tumble back with a yell and roll yourself in the air to avoid hurting yourself as you hit the floor. You roll over with a groan and look up at your assailant angrily, though your frustration is replaced with shock as you see she isn't wearing anything underneath her maid skirt. From the way she is towering over you you have a clear view of her entire pussy. It's delightfully puffy, with large, hanging labia that seem almost perfectly sculpted for maximum eroticism. Her clit pokes out proudly, and you can see glistening drops of her juices on her thighs. A cute tuft of curled blonde pubic hair on her otherwise perfectly smooth pelvic region adds a hint of playfulness to the erotic display.
"Like, how could you be so lewd!"
She holds her hands up to her mouth in shock, her long pink nails digging gently into her lips. Despite her words and actions, you can see a glint of mischief in her eyes that tells you everything went exactly as she'd planned.
"First you like, answer the door naked, and then you look up my skirt like some sort of, like, pervert!"
You want to yell at her indignantly that she was the one who knocked you over, and that her skirt would barely qualify as acceptable clothing to a tardigrade, but her comments about your nudity turn you pink with shame. You forgot you never put any clothes on this morning.
You scramble to your feet and look around your front room for something to cover yourself. You find an old jacket hanging on the coat rack by the door and pull it down with some effort, pulling it over yourself. Thankfully it is large enough on your new body to cover up most of you, though you still feel very exposed.
"I didn't, like, say I minded you being naked, cutie!"
Natasha winks at you seductively and steps forward towards you. She looks down at you with a devilish grin.
"When you're naked, it's easier to see what magics are affecting you," she whispers.
You open your mouth as wide as your eyes, and are about to ask her what she means, but she keeps talking.
"But I get that you'd be, like, embar- embarre- emberra- you get it!"
Despite her seeming to struggle with the word 'embarrassed', something in her tone and her gaze makes you feel as though she is significantly playing up the ditzy aspect. She's much more intelligent than she is letting on. Much more cunning.
Much more dangerous.
Natasha turns from you and waltzes into your house, her ass swaying hypnotically from side to side as she does. With trepidation, you follow after her.
"Um, so, the mess is in this way."
You're certain she already knows where she is going, but pride and fear in equal measure urge you to at least try to lead this strange woman through your house.
"Like, lead the way, stud!"
Despite her words she stays several strides ahead of you, blatantly mocking you.
The two of you arrive in the living room, and you want to die from shame. Natasha silently inspects the room for a few moments before speaking.
"Well, looks like someone had, like, a wonderful time yesterday!"
She turns to face you, and you scrunch your face up, pained.
"So is this, like, yours, darling?"
She leans down until her face is inches from yours and smiles a devious smile, speaking quietly.
"Or were you the one who took it all like a good little slut?"
Her voice is both playful and teasing, but you can't sense any judgement in it. Nevertheless, a shiver runs down your spine.
You close your eyes and look away from Natasha.
"I took it..." you whisper shamefully.
"Wow! That's, like, awesome! I'm almost, like, jealous!"
She ruffles your hair and then turns back to your cum-covered room.
"I have, like, just the thing for this," she says, and you open your eyes to see her reaching into her cleavage, "we'll get this all cleaned up in a jiffy!"
She pulls out a large glass beaker that could not have possibly fit in between her tits and raises it into the air. She holds it by the base and shakes it.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Mae had bywyd yn mynd i'r gwydr,", "The seed of life goes into the glass,")]" she chants softly, and a near invisible pink haze appears around the beaker. You stare in awe as all the cum in the room starts to ripple and writhe as though it were alive. After a few moments, all the jizz in the room starts to float up into the air in clumps, and it starts to float towards the upraised beaker. After only a couple of seconds, the living room is sparkling clean, and the beaker is filled to the brim with cum (though you note that despite how large the beaker is, there should *not* have been enough space in it for the sheer volume of spunk that was in your room).
"All done!"
Natasha brings the beaker down to eye level and inspects it. She takes her index finger and dips it into the beaker of nutcream, scooping out a glob and sucking it off of her finger with a loud 'slurp'.
"Mmm, that's his alright," Natasha says softly to herself.
She pushes the beaker back into her cleavage and it seems to vanish. You stare blankly at this strange 'maid' in your living room.
[["Who the hell are you?"->NatashaChoice]]"Yes, that's your true self, isn't it?"
Natasha releases you and steps away, smiling happily.
"Let yourself be reformed into a form that suits you best."
She holds her hand out towards you, palm facing you and fingers outstretched.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Mae'n dod yn fwy, i ddod yn wir hunan!", "It becomes more, to become the true self!")]"
A flash of pink light shoots from her fingertips, blinding you momentarily. As your vision returns, you can feel your insides begin to heat up. The heat spreads from your heart into your belly, and then focuses in your crotch. The heat starts to become a severe burning, and you gasp in pain. You grab hold of your cock, desperate to soothe the burning. Instead of relief, you are met with arousal. You moan in pleasure, then groan in pain, unable to tell which is the more potent feeling assaulting your prick.
A prick which is rapidly expanding.
The cock you recieved yesterday morning was small and unassuming, but now it has grown to be even larger than your old one. Soon it starts to make even Matt's mighty member look tiny in comparison. You moan loudly as the heat fades, leaving nothing but bliss. Your cock throbs, staggeringly erect. It juts out lewdly, now almost as large as your torso. It is also very thick. Your small hands are both clasping it with crushing force, and yet your fingertips still have a wide gap to cover if they were to meet.
Your balls are not spared the expansion magic, and they quickly start to swell. Your testicles bulge and blossom, stretching your sack taught as they grow. Your sack begins to slacken as it grows to accomodate your swelling nuts, and after several blissful moments your beach ball sized testes are hanging down around your knees.
Natasha giggles and waves her hand.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Gweld eich adlewyrchiad,", "See your reflection,")]" she says, and a full-body mirror appears before you.
You take in your reflection through a lust fuelled haze. The only changes to your body are your cock and balls. The huge member sticks out far from your body, leaking a steady trickle of precum onto the floor. Your giant nuts completely cover your knees, and you could probably use them as an uncomfortable chair if you wanted to.
But you don't want to. You don't want to do anything that takes thought.
You just want to fuck!
"OOOOOH!"
You wail needily, stroking yourself as roughly and as quickly as possible. You need to feel something wrapped around you soon. You buck your hips into your hands and whine.
"Now, aren't you looking spectacular? Your body and soul are perfectly in sync now!"
You look over to the voice. It's Natasha, the barely dressed blow-up doll masquerading as a maid. Your gaze starts to darken as you focus on her giant false knockers and glorious ass. Your mouth waters, saliva splashing delightfully onto your throbbing member. You need to fuck.
"I suppose it's only fair I let you relieve some stress," Natasha sighs, hiking up her non-existant skirt and bending over, hands on the coffee table.
Your eyes bulge at the sight of her sopping, puffy cunt surrounded by her juicy thighs.
"Come on then, big boy," she purrs, beckoning you over with a curled finger, "come and get your free hit!"
Your cock is hilted inside her within seconds, making you roar ecstatically. The feeling of her tight, wet, hot hole squeezing around you is a pleasure unrivalled. You thrust with unrestrained fervour, slamming yourself in to the base with each stroke. You are hanging off of her waist with a death grip, legs wrapped around her thighs, your hips thrusting with wild abandon. Your sack slaps into Natasha's thighs and your hips crash together, sending lewd slaps echoing around the room.
"You're pretty lively," Natasha says, reaching into her cleavage with one hand to procure a phone, "this isn't half bad."
You're barely paying attention as she starts dialing in a number and puts the phone to her ear. You're too busy fucking. Fucking away all your stress into this incredible pussy.
"It's me. I need you to get a car prepared for me. Yes. Send it to my location."
Natasha shifts her position a little, inadvertantly tightening her vaginal muscles and making you moan loudly.
"I want to go and talk to Rosa, and obviously she has wards in place to stop me mirroring straight there. Make sure the car is nice and comfy, I'd like to get a nap in on the drive."
Natasha switches which hand is holding her phone and which is on the coffee table, grunting with the effort. You keep fucking as hard as you can, chasing the orgasm that never seems to get any closer.
"I've just collected a new asset. Yes. I'm going to send him to collect something for me. It will probably take a few hours, but I'll pick him up after I'm done. Yes, he is fairly good. I have an interesting idea for him. Anyway, I will talk to you later. |translate>[(cycling-link: "Hwyl fawr.", "Goodbye.")]"
A terrible coldness envelops your cock as Natasha stands up straight, throwing you to the floor and out of her wonderful hole. You cry out in anguish, scrabbling over to Natasha. Before you can touch her, she holds up a hand and tells you to be still. All your muscles lock in place except for your eyes, and you look up at her with pleading eyes.
"Sorry, honey," she says, not looking particularly apologetic, "but I'm a busy woman. |secret>[(link:"Can't")[Can't(show:?cloaked)]] just sit around all day letting you fuck me. I have [[things to do.->Fuck-Beast]]"|cloaked)[
[["Or, maybe I can..."->LivingDildo]] ]"Yes, that's your true self, isn't it?"
Natasha releases you and steps away, smiling happily.
"Let yourself be reformed into a form that suits you best."
She holds her hand out towards you, palm facing you and fingers outstretched.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Mae'n dod yn ddeniadol, i ddod yn wir hunan!", "It becomes attractive, to become the true self!")]"
A flash of pink light shoots from her fingertips, blinding you momentarily. As your vision returns, you can feel your insides begin to heat up. The heat spreads from your heart into your belly, suffusing your entire body. You groan as your insides begin to burn, gripping at yourself in an attempt to stop the pain. Instead, wherever your hands meet your skin sends jolts of pleasure through you.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Gweld eich adlewyrchiad,", "See your reflection,")]" Natasha chants, and a full-body mirror appears before you. You stare at your transformation as it happens, marvelling in arousal.
Your head itches as your hair grows longer, snaking down your neck and landing on your shoulders. The black locks shimmer, bleaching themselves into a bright blonde to match Natasha's hair. Pink hair ties pop into existence and tug your hair into two bouncy pigtails. Your lips change next, billowing out into fat, sloppy pillows, covered in a permanent layer of pink lipstick and drool. Your eyelashes grow longer, fluttering coquettishly when you blink.
Your gaze drops down to your chest. You moan sensually as your chest bulges a little. While your chest is slightly more pronounced, you don't look like you have breasts per se - though one could mistake them for tiny mosquito bite titties and you wouldn't blame them. Your nipples grow puffy and sensitive, a change you take full advantage of by pinching and pulling them.
Your hips bulge out as your ass grows, ballooning out to an absurd size. A deep heat starts to flare inside you again, focused somewhere inside your ass. The front of your mons pubis grows slightly, bulging a little more prominently than before. Below that, your dick shrinks to be just half the length of your pinkie, and your scrotum shrivels up, barely protruding from your body at all.
You've become the sluttiest bitch you could imagine, out-slutting even Natasha since you don't even have the luxury of strips of latex pretending to be clothes. You have a body custom built to fuck, oozing sex from every pore, and an insatiable lust inside you.
You are ***HORNY***.
You whine and moan, grasping your limp, meagre prick in your hand. You feverishly jerk it, crying pathetically as you try to bring yourself pleasure but find no relief. You can barely feel your hand on your cock, your crazed strokes doing nothing but tire you out.
"Blurbrlerel!"
Your attempt at speech results in burbling sprays of saliva, your lips far too fat to work as intended. You look at Natasha with a pained expression, drooling uncontrollably.
"Oh, honey," she chuckles, walking over to you and patting your head patronisingly, "sissies like you don't use their clit for pleasure."
Your eyes fill with tears. You're so incredibly aroused, but you can't scratch the itch inside you.
"Don't cry, darling," Natasha coos, stroking your lips tenderly.
Her fingers sliding across your lips makes you shudder with delight. It feels amazing. You press yourself against her fingers, wimpering when she pulls away.
"I haven't left you with no ways to feel good," she says, smirking, "as you can feel, your lips are so sensitive now."
You reach up to stroke your lips again, needing to feel good.
"And your mouth, and throat-"
Natasha grabs the back of your head, then jams the fingers of her other hand into your mouth and deep into your throat.
"Feel even better!"
You scream in bliss as her fingers violate your oral cavity. Pleasure shoots through you, making you cum. Nothing drips from your still limp prick, but the feeling is unmistakable.
Natasha pulls her fingers from your throat, making you groan, gratified. You sway, dazed, barely able to stand after your intense orgasm.
"And while taking a cock in your throat is going to be wonderful," she says, letting you drop to your knees, "I made it so your asshole is even more sensitive. I also made your prostate fifteen times larger, so even a stiff breeze could stimulate your bitch button!"
You're about to test that by stuffing your fingers up your ass, when you see something that sends you into shock. Jutting out from Natasha's crotch where her pussy was earlier is a giant, throbbing cock. It's thicker and longer than your entire arm, and dollops of precum are dripping steadily from the tip.
"Time to break you in, I suppose," sneers Natasha.
She walks behind you and forces you onto all fours with her pointed heel. It digs into your back and you wince, letting it push you down to avoid further discomfort. You look back at her as she kneels behind you. A shiver of joy runs up you as her cockhead teases your entrance.
"Let's see how good you feel, sissy!"
You cum the moment Natasha's cock spears open your fuckhole, burying the entire length in your slutty ass. You scream rapturously, shaking your ass back to meet Natasha's thrusts.
"Fuck, that's nice," she hisses, slamming against you roughly, "I sure design a good fucking bitch!"
Your incomprehensible yammering fills the room, each powerful thrust from Natasha's ass-destroying cock making you cum anew.
"Blerab?"
You turn to look at Natasha as she suddenly pulls out of you, standing up.
"Keebalerb!"
Your blubbering pleas are easy to understand, even though the words are jibberish. You can't understand why she stopped fucking you. You won't feel content until you feel her cum drench your insides.
"Never try to speak again, sissy," Natasha demands, punctuating her words with a frustrated wave of her hand, "you live to take cock, not try to communicate like a person."
You start crying, tears streaming down your face. You grip onto her legs and plead nonverbally, pressing your body against her.
Natasha sighs and shakes her head. Her cock begins to disappear, vanishing into her groin. Her pussy appears after a few moments, puffing back out and splattering you with a few drops of girlcum.
"I can't spend all my time fucking you, slag," she says, kicking you off of her painfully, "but I suppose I *could* let you work for me. Then you could get fucked by lots of people."
You nod energetically, grunting your agreement. You'd love to work for her if it means getting fucked more. You don't care who, you just need dick inside your holes.
Natasha looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, then extends her hand down to you.
"If you really want to work for me, take my hand."
You've never acted faster, your hand shooting up to grasp hers.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Rhowch emwaith iddyn nhw, gwnewch iddyn nhw berthyn i mi,", "Give them jewelery, make them belong to me,")]" she chants, and pink mist surrounds your wrists.
As the mist dissipates, you can see two beautiful silver bangles around your wrists. Engraved on each of the bangles is a stylised 'N', matching your mistress' choker.
"Aren't they lovely? They'll help me keep track of you, and I can even channel my magic through you over great distances!"
You look up at Mistress Natasha with a blank stare. She's saying so many things, but they don't make any sense.
"Oh, what am I doing?"
She chuckles and shakes her head.
"You're a stupid, mindless sissy now. You don't understand anything but dick!"
Your face lights up. You know dick! You like dick!
"So how's about we give you what you need, hm?"
Mistress Natasha leans down and sticks a piece of paper to your forehead. Your vision is obscured, but you lift yourself up into a squat under instructive nudges from your mistress' foot.
[["See you soon, slut!"->SissySetup]]The door to your cell creaks open.
You are alert.
You are ready.
You are *hungry*.
But you know that you must stay perfectly still. The chains are still there. As long as those softly glowing blue chains encircle your body, you mustn't move anything but your eyes. Your hands are held in place behind your back. You don't leave your kneeling position on the floor. Your cock remains flaccid and un-twitching, even as you hear your mistress' angelic voice and see her illustrious countenance enter your cell.
Behind your mistress is a timid, mildly frightened woman. She is a bookish girl, young and pretty, with long brown hair. Her skin is brown and clear of blemishes, though you can only see her face. She is wearing a long, baggy grey jumper, and baggy grey sweatpants. You can see she is afraid of you.
But you can smell she is aroused.
The girl shies away from you as your eyes meet hers. Mistress Natasha chuckles softly, and makes her way over to you. You want nothing more than to jump forward and meet her hand with your face as she waves it in front of you, but you remain unmoving. Mistress pokes and prods you repeatedly, and it takes all your willpower to not thank her for gracing you with her glorious touch. Satisfied she has proved her point, she makes her way back to the girl across the room.
The girl points to you and says something that doesn't reach your ears. You could discern what she was saying if you wished, but you reserve your attention for your mistress. Nothing else matters. Not while the chains are there.
"Oh, don't let his size deceive you," Mistress says proudly, "he may be small in stature, but his strength and stamina is second to none. We've had record holding Olympians fail to match him by a country mile. Nor have they been able to escape his clutches."
Mistress Natasha's praise makes you bubble internally with pride, but you remain stone still. The girl nods meekly, making a gesture with her hands and pointing at you once more. Mistress laughs loudly and snaps her fingers. You're on high alert. A snapping of fingers denotes an incoming order.
"Get erect for me, darl'," she commands.
You move no muscles except your cock. You twitch twice softly, and then your dick starts to grow with incredible speed. Your cock stiffens and extends, and your balls start to swell. In moments, your cock is dripping and jutting out from you, your nuts resting over your knees and making contact with the cold stone floor.
The girl covers her mouth with both hands in shock. You can smell a fresh wave of arousal. Mistress Natasha smiles widely. You know you've done well. The nervous girl hastily mutters something to Mistress Natasha, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a small brown package tied-up with string. Mistress Natasha takes it with a grin and then holds out a small glowing blue key.
The girl takes the key in trembling fingers.
"Once you snap that key in your fingers," starts Mistress Natasha, walking to your cell door, "his chains will disappear. He will not move unless ordered while chained, but when he is unchained?"
Mistress Natasha steps out of your cell and shuts the door, locking you and the bookish woman in together.
"Well, when he is unchained he is allowed to do *whatever* he pleases. For as long as he pleases. No one will even consider trying to stop him until he is finished. For *any* reason."
The girl gulps loudly and starts to tremble even more. You can smell another fresh wave of arousal billow from her. You're ready, just waiting for the chains to vanish.
"If you've changed your mind, simply don't break the key. Someone will come and escort you out in ten minutes. There are no refunds however, and we will not-"
Mistress Natasha is interrupted by the ringing sound of her magical key [[shattering->Fuck-Beast Ending]].Mistress' laugh graces your ears as your chains vanish. You immediately lunge forward, racing across the room towards your prey. The girl screams as you pounce on her, sending her sprawling onto the floor. She struggles and tries to get away as you tear her clothes off. Her beautiful perky tits are exposed to the chilling air of your cell, as is her soaked cunt.
You drive yourself deep inside her as she tries to crawl away. She shrieks as your raging erection forces its way inside her, trying in vain to scrabble away from you. She cries and begs you to let her go, but you are no longer thinking about anything but fucking.
With a powerful roar, you drive your cock as deep as it will go into her spasming twat. She howls in bliss as she cums, her cunt squeezing you immaculately. You keep rutting mindlessly, letting yourself go. All your aggression, all your lust, all your energy: all channeled into your dick, which is being rammed into a wet, gaping slit.
The screams and moans from the vessel currently taking your cock start to fade as you give yourself over to the trance state you enter when you start fucking.
And you keep (link-reveal:"fucking.")[
And (link-reveal:"fucking.")[
And (link-reveal:"fucking.")[
And (link-reveal:"fucking.")[
And (link-reveal:"fucking.")[
And (link-reveal:"fucking.")[
And fucking, until you feel your orgasm approaching. The girl isn't even conscious at this point, though she spasms and groans as you drive yourself as deep as you can, letting your cum burst from your throbbing cock. You moan happily as you empty yourself in the insensate woman, filling her cunt to the brim with your jizz.
Your cum starts to pour out of her, and you tug your still cumming cock free from her pussy. You shift yourself so you have a clear shot of her twitching asshole, then split it open with one mighty thrust. Your hot seed starts filling her ass rapidly, making her belly bulge.
It doesn't take too long for her ass to fill up entirely, causing you discomfort as it starts to push you out. You huff and pull yourself out of her overflowing pucker, crawling over her and flipping her over to give you access to her mouth. You wrench open her mouth and mash your still spewing cock against her mouth. It takes some aggressive thrusting and pushing, but you finally manage to jam your whole member down her throat. You sigh with relief as your pulsing cock is sheathed in a warm hole once more, and you let the last moments of your orgasm subside with a dopey grin on your face.
Once the last of your cum leaves your balls, you slip your shrinking cock out of the woman's throat, watching dazedly as spunk pours out of her mouth. Satisfied with the jizz-soaked mess you've made of her, you patter back over to your spot and sit. Your eyes droop, and your ears twitch as your cell door creaks open.
Mistress Natasha strolls in with two people in medical scrubs. The medics walk over to your cumrag and start fussing over her, chattering to each other and moving her about. Your mistress comes over to you and lovingly strokes your face, making you smile.
"You did so well for me," she coos, "I'm sure that girl will be a repeat customer. Once she's recovered."
You nuzzle against Mistress Natasha's hand proudly.
"You were so pent-up today, weren't you?"
She reaches down and cups your cum-slick cock tenderly, her obscene tits smashing into your face. You know that you shouldn't become aroused, so your penis doesn't even twitch in her grasp.
"You were so aggressive, you even dislocated her jaw," she chuckles, standing back up, "but I have a feeling that when I tell her that, she will be even more eager to come again."
Mistress Natasha waves her hands and chants, "|translate>[(cycling-link: "Caewch y cadwyni arnoch chi.", "Close the chains on you.")]"
The blue chains shimmer into existence around you, and you stiffen up.
"Good boy," Mistress Natasha says, "get yourself into position for me."
You shuffle around, getting onto your knees and placing your hands behind your back obediently.
"That's the way, sweetie. You're so obedient. Such a good pet. Sleep now, pet, and I will bring you more work soon."
Your eyes fall closed and you smile internally.
You can't wait to be unleashed again.
***ENDING: Natasha's Fuck-Beast***(set:$ED07 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
]]]]]]"Urghh..." Matt groans, exhaustedly.
You continue to bounce yourself up and down on his cock without slowing. The cock in your mouth twitches, close to cumming again, so you pick up the pace of your vigorous slurping.
"Urgurghhh..." the owner of the cock in your hand groans as well, and you wrap a second hand around his shaft to increase the tormenting pleasure you're inflicting on him.
All three of your lovers cry out in anguish as they cum for the umpteenth time, flooding your mouth and ass and coating your naked chest with hot, gooey, delicious spunk. Finally spent, they all collapse. Matt tips over on the couch, and his friends each drop to the floor with a thud. You pout, continuing to bounce on Matt's deflating cock, splashing cum all over his lap. When Matt finally slips out of you, too limp to be any fun, you stand up with a huff.
You stretch, making sure to keep your asshole clenched so no more lovely cum can escape it. You rub the cum on your body into your skin with a sigh, occasionally raising your soiled fingers to your mouth to suck off some of the yummy jizz.
"Well well," Mistress Natasha chuckles, "did you have fun, my sweet?"
You smile and bounce about joyfully, turning to face your mistress. You spread your arms and show-off your semen covered body proudly, doing a little twirl so that she can see every last inch of you is covered.
"You did so well, sissy!"
Mistress Natasha walks over to you and slaps your ass firmly, making you squeal in delight.
"We will need to do something about the cum though," she says somewhat frustratedly, shaking her hand to get the cum off, "even a cumslut like you won't be able to clean yourself with just your mouth, and I don't want you trailing spunk everywhere."
You are a little hurt at your mistress' assertion that you can't eat all of the cum covering you, but your mind changes as she raises her hand and starts chanting.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Gadewch iddyn nhw amsugno trwy'r croen.", "Let them absorb through the skin.")]"
Magical energy runs down your body from your head to your toes, and you gasp as the cum on your skin starts to sink into you. As the cum soaks into your body, you feel tingly and warm, a dopey smile spreading across your face. It feels just as wonderful as when you feel a huge load blow inside your ass, or when a throbbing cock spurts down your throat.
"Now that the sissy is sorted," Mistress Natasha starts, "time to take what I'm owed from these layabouts."
Mistress Natasha withdraws a floppy pink dildo about |translate>[(cycling-link: "60cm", "2 feet")] long from her cleavage. If it were a real cock, you're sure you'd have snatched it from your mistress and impaled yourself on it right there, but the boring rubber dong doesn't impress you much. What's the point of a cock that can't cum?
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Cymerwch yr hyn sy'n eu gwneud yn ddynion,", "Take what makes them men,")]" your mistress says, holding the dildo above her head.
A thick pink mist starts to billow from the mouths of the emaciated, drained men sprawled naked on the floor and couch, slowly wafting up into the dildo. You watch with some sadness as their penises start to shrink even further, eventually disappearing entirely. When all three of them look like shrivelled Ken dolls, Mistress Natasha hums happily, stuffing the pink schlong back into her cleavage.
"All done," she chirps, "next time you stupid sacks of shit should uphold your end of the bargain!"
You're upset that the cocks are all gone, but Mistress Natasha gropes you playfully when she notices your expression.
"Cheer up, slut," she says, pinching your nipples, "I have a lot more I want you to do for me, and most all of it involves being filled to bursting with cock! Isn't that swell?"
You jump with joy, and Mistress Natasha spanks you again before making her way over to the wall. She mutters something and waves her hand, and the wall becomes reflective.
"Let's go, sissy," she says, beckoning you over and urging you through the mirror, "there are cocks to be sucked and errands to run, and you are going to be doing both quite frequently."
You eagerly jump into the mirror, ready to do [[whatever Mistress Natasha demands of you->Sissy Agent]].You sigh contentedly as you extract yourself from the pile of naked, dehydrated men. It takes a bit of shoving and kicking to make your way out from under them all, letting the flaccid cocks in your ass pop free in the process. The cum on your skin seeps into you wonderfully, and you stifle a burp as a bubble of cum makes it's way back up your throat. You laugh, stretching your aching muscles.
Remembering what you were sent here to do, you use two fingers to rub the engraved 'N' on your bracelet.
"Well hello there, darling!"
Mistress Natasha's voice rings loud and clear in your mind.
"The fact that you are contacting me tells me you managed to incapacitate some of those nasty men! Good on you!"
Your mistress' praise makes you beam. You don't understand all her big words, but you do understand that she is happy with you.
"Now, there is still a lot of mean magic that stops me coming over and getting what I need, which makes me a bit sad."
You frown. You don't like it when Mistress Natasha is upset.
"But that's why I sent my best little fuckdoll to collect it for me!"
Your mouth opens wide with shock. Who could she have sent?
"It's you, hun."
You jump up and squeal with joy. It's you! You're her best fuckdoll!
"Yes yes, that's enough excitement, you stupid bitch. I need you to listen carefully."
You put on a serious face and nod. You're ready for instructions.
"What I need you to do is find a large, black laptop. It will probably be hidden in a drawer somewhere, maybe under a false bottom. Don't be afraid to make a mess! Just find me that laptop. Then contact me again. Okay?"
You nod happily. You just have to find the laptop.
"Go on then!"
You jump into action, scrambling around the hotel room in search of your target. You throw open cupboards, pull open drawers, and upend the contents of bags. After several minutes of searching, a large black slab tumbles out of a drawer along with a plank of wood when you tip the drawer upside down.
It's the laptop!
You scoop up the hefty thing and tuck it under your arm, then rub your bracelet again to tell your mistress you've found it.
"Oh, I knew I could count on you! Good work!"
You smile. You love being praised by Mistress Natasha.
"Now, listen up, skank. The mean magic is stopping me from using my mirrors, so I can't come and collect you."
You wonder how you are supposed to get the laptop back to your mistress if she can't get to you. How will you complete your mission? This sounds like a challenge.
"Don't bother your worthless little brain trying to think. I have it all sorted."
You smile and facepalm. Of course she does. Mistress Natasha is perfect.
"Listen closely. I want you to walk straight down to the front lobby, then walk right out the front door. You'll see a white car parked out the front. All you have to do is hop in. Take the stairs, don't use the elevators. And no stopping to bounce on any dicks! Got it, you dumb harlot?"
You nod seriously. Go out the front door and hop in the car. Take the stairs.
"And?"
You whine, and stamp your foot in a huff. No yummy cummies either...
"Good. Off you trot, sissy!"
You nod, making sure the laptop is held securely against your bare side.
[[It's time to go.->SissyAgentEnd]]"Thank ya so much, darlin'!"
Millie sighs happily as you give her the okay to touch your cock. She puts her fingertips against your ballsack and gently drags them up to the tip.
"Ah! M-Mama!"
You let out a load moan at the wonderful feeling, throwing your head back in pleasure. Calling Millie 'Mama' feels a little forced, but the throb that ripples through your prick when you say it is all natural.
"Oooh, that's it. Moan for Mama, baby."
Millie lets her fingers glide softly back down again. It feels amazing.
"Yoo don't mind if ah let mah gals free, do ya?"
Millie looks to you questioningly, a hand at one of the few remaining buttons on her shirt.
"N-no, please. Go ahead."
"Thank ya, darlin'."
She doesn't stop her feather soft strokes along your tingling dick as she unbuttons all the buttons left on her shirt. Her tits heave out with a satisfying jiggle, and she lets out a groan that sends further shivers up your member.
Apparently not content with just that, Millie reaches behind her back and bites her lip softly. Her eyes shoot up to the left, and her brow furrows in concentration. You open your mouth to ask her what she is doing when her breasts drop a little further down and she sighs thankfully. She momentarily ceases her touches on your penis -to your dismay- to slide her arms out of her shirt sleeves, and then remove her bra with an exceptionally arousing moan.
"Oh, yes. It feels so good ta let mah babies breathe. They get so sweaty and sore in there."
You marvel at Millie's boobs with a hanging jaw. Her huge, round breasts bounce and sway with each breath. Her rich black skin glistens with sweat, and you can almost see the wisps of evaporation coming off of it. Her brown nipples are visibly erect from arousal, pushing out from her large areolas in a way that makes your mouth water. You want to suck on them so badly.
"Don't stare too hard, sugah," Millie giggles, "girl maht think she's got her tits out!"
She starts laughing, and you can't help but laugh with her. You let yourself relax completely, all the anxiety and self-doubt rushing out of your body in your laughs. The two of you spend a moment together, chuckling heartily. You wipe a tear from your eye and take a breath to regain your composure.
Composure that is swiftly whisked away as Millie leans into you and kisses you deeply on the mouth. Her heaving boobs are smooshed against you, rubbing over every inch of your legs and torso exquisitely. Your penis twitches as it's crushed under her massive mammaries. You moan into Millie's mouth, welcoming her kiss readily.
It's several wonderful seconds before she pulls away from you. You breathe heavily, spit dripping from your mouth.
"Oh, that felt so great, baby," Millie says, her voice full of lust.
You grunt your assent, feeling too lax to use words.
"Glad to see yer feelin' so good," she chuckles, "if ya don't mind though darlin', ah need to sit back down on that couch. Mah knees and back are burnin' sumthin' fierce."
She pushes herself back to her feet, grunting under the exertion. You hop off of the couch too. Millie turns herself around and drops backward onto the couch. She puts a hand to her mouth with mild embarrassment as the couch creaks under the sudden addition of her weight. She quickly shakes it off and pats her thighs welcomingly.
"Up ya hop, sugah!"
You clamber into her lap with no hesitation, rotating in her lap so you are once again seated with your head against her chest. This time, however, Millie grabs her breasts and pulls them aside, making you fall back further. She giggles and then lets them go, the large orbs completely engulfing your head.
(text-style: "blur")["Can ya breathe, Alex?"]
Millie's voice is quite muffled by the flesh covering your ears, but you give her a muffled "yep" and raise a thumbs-up around her boobs.
(text-style: "blur")["Good. 'Cause ah'm gonna really make ya feel good now."]
She makes good on her promise by moving her hand down to your hard prick and engulfing it with her palm. You moan heavily as she starts rubbing your entire cock and balls with her hand, her fingers and palm moving and squeezing incredibly. You grab onto the tits covering your head, gripping them tightly as pleasure shoots through your groin.
"That's it, baby. Show Mama Millie how good it feels."
You do so right away, gripping her harder as she grips you harder. Her voice is easier for you to understand now, your ears accustomed to their lovely surroundings.
"Ah was goin' ta use yer new toy on ya, but I think it's a li'l big fer ya."
You almost start to feel ashamed again, but Millie keeps talking.
"It cayn't give ya the proppa 'ttention ya cute penis needs."
Her hand draws another blissful moan from you, and another one follows soon after as her other hand comes up to fondles your nipples.
"'Sides, we ain't got any lube hea. Don't wanna be puttin' yer willy inta cold, rough rubber with no lubrication."
Millie only caresses your junk for a bit over a minute before you feel your peak getting close.
"I'm getting really close, M-Mama!"
She coos and speeds up her fondling.
"Cum, baby! Cum inta Mama's warm hand!"
Her urging works amazingly well, as you're bursting your load into her hand before she finishes her sentence. You buck up madly into Millie's hand, crying out ecstatically. Even after you've shot what little cum you have, Millie doesn't stop squeezing and stroking. The pleasure is as excrutiating as it is incredible. You grip and pull on Millie's tits, screaming in pleasure as she works your tired cock.
"It's too much, Mama! Please!"
The fondling stops as you finally call uncle, Millie's cum spattered hand letting your small prick bob freely in the air.
"Good boy," Millie purrs, "yoo were such a good boy. Ya let out so much for Mama. Such a good boy for Mama."
You breathe as deeply as you can with the breasts still smothering you. Your strained panting gets Millie's attention and she pulls you out from her cleavage.
"Breathe, Alex," she whispers, "breathe deep. Ya gotta get yer strength back."
She pulls you off of her lap and lays you down on the couch. You let her manhandle you onto the comfortable cushions with a tired grin on your face.
"Mmm. Lookit this great load yoo made fer Mama," she grins, holding her cummy hand up to her face, "ya gave Mama such a luvly present, baby."
Millie raises her hand to her mouth and daintly licks it clean, her tongue sliding in between her fingers to gather up every last speck of your semen. If you hadn't just blown your load, you'd definitely be hard from her erotic display.
"So tasty," she says, licking her lips, "thank yoo, Alex."
You nod dazedly, feeling your eyes start to droop. You're surprisingly exhausted after your orgasm, something that you're fairly sure didn't happen before your change.
"Ah know yer tired, baby. But what do we say when sumwun does sumthin' nice fer us?"
Millie reaches down and holds your chin in her hand, turning your face to look at her own. Her mouth is serious, but her shining eyes are full of mischief.
"Thank you, Mama," you say, drawing out your words exaggeratedly.
You receive a gentle kiss on the lips for your manners.
"Good boy," Millie whispers, pulling away from you.
She stands up with some effort and begins pulling her bra and shirt back on, though you sense a distinct note of displeasure from her as she does so.
"Ah gotta get back ta work, Alex," she says, buttoning up her few remaining buttons, "and it looks like yoo gotta get yerself a good rest."
You smile and nod, struggling to keep your eyes open.
"But ah'd really luv ta see ya 'gain sumtime, if ya'd like too."
"I'd love to," you croak.
She bends down with some struggle and kisses you on the forehead.
"That makes me so happy ta hear, darlin'."
She adjusts her clothes a little more so that she looks presentable once more.
"How's 'bout ah come over after ah get off work Wens'dy next week?"
You nod happily.
[["It's a date."->MillieModel]]You sigh defeatedly as you drop onto one of the wooden boxes in the alley. You didn't imagine it would be so hard to find someone who'd let you suck them off, but here you are. The sky is starting to turn red, and the flickering bulbs above doorways in the alley are starting to turn on sporadically, but you've yet to even glimpse a fresh cock.
Your confidence started to falter when you first saw an attractive looking man having lunch at a café. Your mouth began to water as you made your way over to him, imagining how tasty his cum would be. But as you got within speaking distance of him, you felt your gut clamp up with fear. You became too anxious to approach him, and ran away in shame. Each time you found someone else to ask, you'd inevitably end up the same way, freezing and then fleeing in fear before you could even get their attention. You eventually realised that even if you could talk to them, you only spoke French now, which would only impede communication even more.
Despite the burst of confidence and motivation you'd gotten earlier this morning, you found that approaching someone and asking them to stuff their cock down your throat was actually a little more intimidating than you'd expected.
But you hadn't given up. You decided that if you couldn't ask people directly, you'd find a way to suck dick anonymously. You'd heard of gloryholes before of course, and figured it couldn't be too hard to find some where you lived. Alas, you apparently lived in a neighbourhood that kept good care of their public toilets. Not a single public toilet you went to in your multiple hours of searching had anything even resembling a gloryhole. Not even the one in the backroom of the seedy sex shop near the business district, which really surprised you.
So here you sit, your search having come up empty. Your feet are sore, your tummy is empty, and your ego is bruised. You are seriously contemplating going home and calling Matt over, when a nervous voice breaks your reverie.
"Ah, um, excuse me, uh, miss?"
You look over and see a fidgeting man in a business suit looking about nervously. He is an average looking middle-aged man, neatly combed brown hair starting to split a bit around the edges, nervous brown eyes darting about from beneath a pair of plain black eyeglasses. His skin is fair, and he looks like he doesn't get enough sunlight. He's wearing a generic business suit that has been tailored to his frankly unimpressive frame. He is very out of place in the quiet back alley, and his agitated glancing only reinforces that idea.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Tu me parles?", "You talking to me?")]"
You give him a quizical look and point to yourself, sitting up straight. His confused look tells you he doesn't understand you.
"Ah, um, sorry. I don't understand. Do you understand English?"
You nod exaggeratedly to aid communication with the nervous man.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je comprends l'anglais.", "I understand english.")]"
He sighs with some relief, but is still shaking enough to make his voice quake.
"Good. Good. Um... Are you..? Ya know..."
He looks about fretfully, and you start to feel bad for the guy.
"Are you a... 'worker'?"
You furrow your brow in confusion and tilt your head. You don't understand what he means.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Ouvrière?", "Worker?")]"
He scrunches his eyes tight and balls his hands into fists. He squints at you as he reaches into his jacket pocket and procures an assortment of paper money.
"Are you, a..."
He trails off and raises a hand, making a ring with his thumb and fingers, then moving it back and forth in the air with exaggerated motion. You are about to ask him what he is talking about when the motion he is making finally 'clicks'.
You laugh loudly, and hop off of the box you are on. It all makes so much sense now! What an obvious solution to your predicament! It was this exact situation that led you down this path in the first place! Why embarrass yourself trying to ask strangers to let you suck them off, when you can get them to come to you? And even get paid for the privilege!
The man pulls back fearfully and jams the money back into his pocket. You lift your hands up, gesturing for him to calm down. He is stammering and moving to leave, but you get his attention when you make the same shape he did with his hand and raise it to your face. He watches, wide-eyed, as you open your mouth and mime blowing a cock, sticking your tongue into your cheek for emphasis.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je te mettrai dans ma bouche, si tu paies,", "I'll put you in my mouth, if you pay,")]" you grin.
You rub your thumb and forefingers together with one hand, then raises the other and extend two fingers upwards, then close your hand into the shape of an 'O'.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Vingt dollars.", "Twenty dollars.")]"
You open your mouth sluttily and stick out your tongue, pointing into it.
Your nervous first client nods vigorously and takes two ten dollar notes from his jacket, lifting them up in a shaking hand to signify his understanding of your terms. You smile like a lion cornering its prey, and beckon him to follow you. You make your way around the corner to another alleyway that can't be seen from the street. As soon as the businessman turns the corner as well, you push him against the wall and drop to your knees.
His semi-hard cock is hanging free from his crotch before he even realises you've moved him, and you start licking along the underside, urging it to stand tall for you. He moans as you drag your tongue up and down his shaft, and your eyes light up when his prick is finally fully erect. You lick your lips with delight, then slowly lift your open mouth up to the tip. You look him in his nervous but lustful eyes as you softly envelop his head with your wet, waiting mouth.
He moans loudly, and you can't stop yourself moaning along with him as you taste his precum on your tongue. You slowly, teasingly slide his cock into your mouth further, smiling around his shaft as he starts to mutter how good it feels. You let your throat relax and push yourself right down to the base of his rod, shivering when you feel your chin tap his balls.
You seal your lips around his cock as you leisurely pull yourself back up him. His praise urges you to swirl your tongue as you move, taking in as much of his scent and flavour as you can.
You keep your languid pace as you continue to throat the pent up businessman's aching meat. Up and down the shaft you go, occasionally pulling yourself off of him entirely to flick your tongue around his head and tease his cockslit. You lose track of time as you slurp and suck at him, but you do notice that it's starting to get dark when he taps your head.
"I-I don't want to r-rush you, but I need to go soon," he whimpers apologetically.
You sigh longingly as you pull your mouth from his cock, then smile up at him. You're sad that you can't keep savouring the experience longer, but you have to do what is best for the client. And you couldn't forgive yourself if he left before cumming.
Bracing yourself against him, you get to your feet, dusting your rubbed raw knees gently. He seems betrayed, but you put a finger to his lips and reassure him by wrapping your hand around his lonely shaft. You shake your legs out a little, then move yourself so your back is to the wall, using the hand not stroking the man's cock to push him in front of you. When he is facing you, you drop into a vulgar squat, immediately gobbling up his cock once you're at its level again. You reach up and grab ahold of his trembling hands and place them on the sides of your head, leaning back so that your head is rested against the rough brick wall behind you.
He understands what you are telling him once you grab his ass firmly and pull him into you violently, his dick bottoming-out in your throat with an obscene 'schlorp'. He starts fucking your face earnestly, tearing gags and splutters from your throat with each thrust. His cock throbs and pulses in your mouth as he bucks into your face wildly, his voice coming in pleasured, frantic gasps as he tells you he is going to cum.
You close your eyes and hug his waist tight, flexing your throat and swirling your tongue. An ecstatic cry graces your ears as hot, pungent jizz graces your whore throat. Your client pins your head to the wall with his groin, pushing you painfully against it with each fevered thrust. Your mouth and throat are coated with cum, and you can feel your own cock spurt into your thong as the taste overwhelms you.
The business man eventually pulls away from you with a laboured grunt, his throbbing cock bouncing with the motion. You swallow all the cum in your mouth and take a deep breath. You let yourself drop to your knees, blissfully drooling as you stare vacantly into the night sky.
"Fuuck, t-thaat was incredible!"
You giggle and lick up some of the saliva-cum mix trickling down your chin.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je suis heureux que vous ayez aimé.", "I'm glad you liked it.")]"
His breathing is laboured as he stuffs himself back into his pants.
"Thank you ssso much," he slurs, reaching into his jacket and pulling out several bills.
He holds the money out to you, but when he sees your puzzled expression he reaches down and pushes it into your hand.
"You don't know how much I needed that," he says, stepping back and adjusting his clothes, "it has helped me more than you might understand. Thank you."
Before you can respond, he glances at his watch and curses, thanking you again as he rushes out of the alley. You stand yourself up and gingerly rub your pained knees. You count up the cash in your hand and your eyes go wide. Along with the money he gave you up front, that man just paid you one hundred and thirty dollars for a blowjob. Something you'd have done for free if he had asked.
You clutch the money to your chest and smile. He may not realise it, but the man whose cock you just choked down in a dirty back alley also helped you more than he will ever know. The feeling of the money tickling your chest and the cum settling in your stomach fills you with an incredible sense of pride and accomplishment. The fire in your heart has been stoked ever higher, and you have big plans for the [[future->BJ Whore End]].###Honeymoon at Kumonosu Inn(set: _rosa to (colour: #cdedfa))
####Checking In
You take deep breaths, fidgeting nervously as you stand in front of Madame Rosa, the owner of Kumonosu Inn. When one of Corrigan's bridesmaids had told you that Madame Rosa was intimidating, you had imagined someone very different to the small, elderly, ambiguously Asian woman before you. Corrigan squeezes your shoulder reassuringly as she talks to Madame Rosa.
"That's what we were told anyway," Corri says, tugging you further into her embrace subtly, "we would be honoured to join your VIP program, if you'll have us."
Madame Rosa is only about |translate>[(cycling-link: "120cm", "4 feet")] tall, but you feel as though she is towering over you as she examines the two of you, her stony expression giving no insight into her emotions. Her wrinkled skin -shaded subtly grey by the low light in the room- barely shifts as she talks, her mouth moving nearly imperceptibly. Despite that, you can hear her perfectly clearly.
_rosa["Yes. I think the two of you will make fine additions to our VIP roster."]
Corri thanks Madame Rosa sincerely, but you're frozen in place by the Madame's golden gaze. It feels as though she is staring through you, looking into the deepest recesses of your heart.
_rosa["I shall have someone escort you to your accommodation. I hope you enjoy your stay at Kumonosu Inn."]
She withdraws a frail hand from the flowing sleeves of her black furisode, proffering Corrigan a small key with a wooden tag attached to it. Corri takes the key with thanks, and Madame Rosa tells her she is welcome without ever taking her eyes off of you. A tall, middle-aged man wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks walks up to the three of you, smiling brightly.
"Good evening, esteemed guests," he says cheerily, crossing an arm across his front and bowing slightly, "if you'll please follow me, I'll escort you to your room."
Corri thanks Madame Rosa one more time, nudging you with her elbow, urging you to do likewise.
"Ah, um, th-th-thank you," you stammer, trying vainly to tear your eyes from Madame Rosa's terrifying, hypnotic gaze.
_rosa["You are more than welcome."]
Something inside you seems to change, and you quickly look away from Madame Rosa, internally hyperventilating. You let yourself be dragged away by Corri's hand on your shoulder, and the two of you start following your attendant out of the office.
_rosa["How intriguing."]
You want to contemplate what Madame Rosa could have been referring, but you're quickly distracted as your guide starts explaining things to you and Corri.
[[One hour later->NightOne]]This one was just a test to see if you were paying attention. Keep those eyes peeled; some of the secrets are very hard to spot!
[[Restart->Intro]]You fall back and clamber away from Natasha.
"|secret>[(link:"No!")[NO!(show:?cloaked)]] I won't let anyone else change me any more!"
Your back meets the living room wall, and you cover your naked body defensively.
"I've had enough strangeness!"
Natasha sighs, shaking her head at you.
"I do commend your force of will," she says, stepping forward, "but you are too broken to continue as you are on this timeline without changing."
You cover your ears, but you can still hear Natasha's voice clearly.
"Matt quite literally fucked your malleable spirit out of alignment. Your body and mind are changing, and changing rapidly. Even as we speak, your aura is shifting and swirling, trying to reconcile your feelings about what Matt did. If you continue to reject further changes without facing that reality, you run the risk of tearing yourself apart."
The magical woman kneels in front of you and places a hand gently on your shoulder. You shake her off and curl up more tightly.
"Matt's magical presence came from me. I'm partially responsible for your current unstable state. That's why I want to help you. Let yourself focus on my question. Let me help you. Don't ignore your problems; face them."
She releases your shoulder and stands up again.
"Which do you want more? To [[fuck->Penis Enlargement]], or [[be fucked->Sissification]]? Let me see your truth."
|cloaked)[ [["I reject these changes!"->BrainDeath]] ]"No," you say, tossing your phone and the card back into the semen sea, "it's my house! I should be the one to clean it!"
You grip your cloth tightly, soapy water running down your arm. You face the jizz tide with determination.
"Let's get this done!"
You start working, slowly but steadily. You mop up small sections of cum with the rag, dipping it into the water bucket to rinse it when it becomes too dirty.
---
"This is going to take a while," you mutter to yourself.
You've been cleaning for a few hours now, having emptied and refilled your bucket of water several times, but you haven't made much more than a dent in the ocean of cum.
"I need some better cleaning equipment in future," you say, wringing the cloth out over the bucket once more.
You sigh and kneel down again, resigning yourself to cleaning for the rest of the day.
---
"Hmm, maybe I should throw it out."
You stare at the drenched throw rug, tossing up the pros and cons of trying to clean it. Deciding that it's not worth the hassle, you set about lifting the (now mostly clean) coffee table into your kitchen with some effort. You wipe it down again to ensure you haven't traipsed cum further around the house. With the coffee table out of the way, you roll up the sticky rug, squeezing out as much of the cum as possible as you do.
You toss the rug over your shoulder -frowning as it starts to leak cum over you- and head out your back door. You take the rug over to your bin and stuff it inside, having to shuffle it about a bit to let the lid close again. Dusting your hands off, you assess your dirty body. Figuring a short break is necessary, you head back inside and jump into the shower to rinse off, making sure to grab a clean towel on your way.
Once your body is clean, you get back to work on doing the same for your living room.
---
"That's all of it."
You breathe a sigh of relief, looking at your spotless living room. A quick glance at the clock tells you you've been working for over 15 hours. A fine job, in a respectable time.
The washing machine chimes, letting you know that your towels are ready to be hung out to dry. You head into the laundry and start pulling the wet towels from the machine, dropping them into a basket. You walk the basket outside to the washing line and start hanging them up, having to stretch awkwardly to do so. The moon is still out, but your sheets have been out long enough to air dry, so you pull them down and take them inside.
You upend the washing basket onto the couch and begin folding the sheets. You're quite impressed with your work today. There is something extremely rewarding about cleaning that you've never noticed before. Even though you've just finished an arduous task, you can't help but start taking note of all the other parts of your house that could use some attending. Once the sheets are folded you take them to the linen cupboard to store.
"Who organised this?"
You are somewhat insulted by how messy the linen cupboard is. There are unfolded towels and pillow cases and sheets all jammed in awkwardly. You shake your head, placing your basket of freshly folded sheets on the floor.
"Looks like I'll have to do a bit of folding," you sigh, reaching in and tugging out a sheet at random.
[[Some time later->TrueMaid1]]###The Dinner Date
####08:24PM
"Ah shit, I'm nearly there, babe," moans Matt.
He tightens his grip on your head and starts pounding against your face even harder. Your head bangs painfully into the brick wall of the alley, but you take the pain in stride, pushing out your tongue to meet Matt's balls each time they hit your face. There are more important things to worry about than a little blunt force trauma to the head.
Like making Matt cum hard.
Matt pushes forwards with one last mighty thrust and pins your head to the wall as he unloads down your throat. You swallow repeatedly around his cock, attempting to both milk him harder and funnel the cum into your hungry belly. He presses as deep as he can into you with a satisfied moan, releasing his hold on your battered skull.
"Fuuuck. Thanks, Alice," he sighs, pulling his meat from your mouth in one long movement.
His cock bobs in the cool night air, and you lean over to lick it clean once the jizz in your mouth has made its way down your throat. Once it is sparkling and free from any tasty nut-milk, you tuck the mighty member away in his pants for him.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Je n'ai pas besoin de dîner maintenant,", "I don't need dinner now,")]" you laugh, standing up from your squat.
Matt laughs with you, though you're certain he doesn't have a clue what you said.
"I know, babe. I just get so pent up, ya know?"
You roll your eyes lovingly and snuggle up under his arm. It's your job as his girlfriend to keep him satisfied, even if you're in the middle of a walk to go and get dinner.
Sure, some people might say that Matt not being able to make the twenty minute walk without pulling you into an alley and pounding your throat until he cums shows a lack of self-control on his part. But you know better. He just needs to empty his balls often or they start to hurt him. He could refrain from ruining your appetite with his virile load if he wanted to; he just doesn't want to.
And you don't want him too either, as your twitching dick and spunk soaked thong can attest to.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Allons-y,", "Let's go,")]" you say sweetly, pulling Matt by the arm and starting out of the alley.
"Yeah, let's go get that grub," he says, starting to walk on his own, "though I guess you won't need dinner now!"
He guffaws at the joke he doesn't even realise he stole, and you humour him with a hearty laugh of your own. It's good to make him happy.
You continue on your way to get dinner, sure that you won't have any more [[interruptions->MattSlutEp2]]."(text-style:"shudder")[NO!]"
Alex shrieks and pushes Natasha away, leaping to his feet.
"No! I don't want these changes!"
He clutches his head and groans in pain. The witch clicks her tongue disappointedly and steps back, giving some space to the doomed young man.
"I'm sorry, Alex," she sighs, shaking her head sadly, "I wish things had gone differently."
Alex screams in pain and falls to the ground, thrashing about in agony. Cracks start to snake across his skin, covering his pale naked form in horrid black scars. Sections of his flesh begin falling off in chunks, crumbling to dust and vanishing as they hit the hardwood floor. Swirling red mist is the only thing visible beneath his skin where one would expect to see bones and organs.
Alex's scream begins to fade as more and more of his body disappears. Soon nothing remains of the man but a small mass of red mist. With a sigh, Natasha waves her foot in the mist to disperse it, erasing the last trace of Alex's existence from the world.
"What a shame. Things could have been a lot better. I'm certain you'd have loved the plans I had in store for you."
She yawns and falls back onto the couch to rest her aching feet.
"Things could have gone differently if you hadn't pushed him towards this, ya know?"
...
"Yeah, I'm talking to you. You know who you are."
...
"You wanted to see everything there was to see, huh? Can't blame you I suppose, but it is a little cruel to treat poor Alex like some spectacle. In my opinion, at least. For whatever that's worth!"
She laughs meanly, leaning back into the chair.
...
"Don't get me wrong. I don't actually care about what happened to Alex. He could have made a useful asset, but one doesn't get to be where I am if you care about every pontential tool that you miss out on obtaining."
...
"I can't actually hear you. I don't know if you're even responding to me. Maybe you haven't even realised I'm talking to you yet."
...
"I'm just saying: not all secrets lead to happiness. Some things get hidden for a good reason. And it isn't like you weren't warned where this path would lead."
...
Natasha stands up and walks over to the living room wall. She waves her hand and a section of the wall becomes reflective.
"Oh well. Guess you'll see me around elsewhere. You're not going to get any more out of me right now, at the very least."
She steps halfway into the wall.
"I mean, this isn't *my* ending, now is it?"
She chuckles as she slips into the wall, and the reflective surface returns to normal. The living room is silent.
...
...
...
***ENDING: (text-style:"fade-in-out")[(text-style: "shadow")[OBLIVION]]***(set:$ED04 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]"I need you to come to my location as soon as possible, darling," Lady Natasha chuckles, her voice coming through loud and clear in your ear, "things got a little messier than I'd have liked here, and I can't be dirty when I go to have my chat with Darian."
"Of course," you say coolly, moving over to the nearest mirror and placing a hand against the surface, "when you're ready, Lady Natasha."
She hums happily, and a pink glow flows from your hand into the mirror. Lady Natasha appears in the mirror, waving at you cheerily. Her face is spattered with blood, and her fingers are coated in the crimson liquid. You step through the mirror, appearing in the warehouse alongside Lady Natasha.
"Thank you, A1 darling," she says, leaning down to let you wipe her face clean with a wash cloth, "I know you were probably super busy, but I don't trust anyone else to get me as spotless as you can!"
Your lips twitch into a small smile, thankful for Lady Natasha's praise.
"Do not worry," you say, stowing the bloodied wash cloth in your cleavage and withdrawing a small bowl of hot water, "I had just finished tidying the last of the private rooms. They are all ready to recieve customers."
Lady Natasha dips her hand into the hot water and scrubs them to clear the blood from her fingers. When she removes her mostly clean hands from the water, you put the bowl away and pull out another damp cloth. You take her hands into your own and begin meticulously removing the remaining sanguine stains.
"Wonderful," Lady Natasha says jovially, examining her immaculately clean hands, "perfection as usual, hun."
You nod thankfully, tucking the soiled cloth into your cleavage.
"Do you require anything else, Lady Natasha?"
She thinks for a minute, hemming and hawing.
"Well, I suppose it would be prudent to clean this place up," she finally says, waving generally to the warehouse.
You glance around, taking in the pools of blood and bloodied bodies strewn about. You nod in agreement.
"If you could clean up all the blood, make sure any of them that are still breathing stop, and then make the bodies disappear, that would be marvellous."
You tell her you'll get right on it, and she thanks you with a peck on the lips before summoning a mirror next to you both.
"I'm off," she says, stepping partially into the mirror, "give the mirror a kiss when you're done and it'll send you back to the |secret>[(link:"brothel")[brothel(show:?cloaked)]] so you can get back to work cleaning up over there. Make sure to grab the edge of the mirror as you go through to make it collapse in on itself."
"Of course, Lady Natasha," you say, bowing your head.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Hwyl fawr, darling!", "Goodbye, darling!")]"
She disappears into the mirror, and you turn to assess the warehouse. Your eyes whir around rapidly, taking in every last detail, noting each individual spot that needs attention. Estimates of time and appropriate materials scroll past your vision, and soon you have an in-depth analysis of the situation.
"Four bodies. Three dead, one unconscious. Several pools of blood. Two instances of fingerprints. The barrels can be used for corpse removal. Two electronic devices present. Full system wipe and destruction necessary. Approximate time to completion: one hour, forty-five minutes, and thirty-six seconds."
You reach into your cleavage and withdraw a garrote wire, stepping forward to the still living body as you wind it around your hands.
"Let's get this place cleaned up, shall we?"
***ENDING: Everything Perfectly Clean***(set:$ED03 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
|cloaked)[ [[Side Story: "A1 Only Cleans!"->TrueMaidEp]] ]"Shower's free," you exclaim, doing your best to style your damp hair with your fingers, "there's a fresh towel in there for you."
"Thank ya, sugah," Millie replies, playfully tousling your hair as she walks past you out of your bedroom.
You give her a light spank on her panty covered behind as payback, and she titters as she disappears out the door.
You collapse onto the bed with a sigh, your skin tingling in the breeze coming in through the open window. You can hear the pipes shift in the walls as Millie turns on the water downstairs. There's still a part of you that expects to wake up again any moment and discover last night and this morning were all a dream. You pinch yourself sharply, finding reassurance in the ache on your cheek.
It's all real.
You stand up and start walking to your desk, wanting to make sure you're up to date on any messages. Not that you expect any, mind, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. After confirming that you do indeed have a grand total of zero new messages, you plop your phone back on the desk.
That's when Millie's handbag catches your eye. She seemed to have an awful lot of fun things squirreled away in it last night. Your mind races as you start to imagine what manner of gadgets and playthings could be stashed within.
But you can't just look in her handbag. That would be extremely rude. You've had such a wonderful time with Millie so far. Souring it now because you snooped around in her private belongings seems like a poor choice. It is enticing though...
Maybe just a peek...
"And what da we have here?"
You leap out of your skin, letting loose a terrified shriek. Your hands grasping Millie's bag snap back to your sides, smacking your bare thighs loudly. You spin to face the voice, shaking with fear.
"Ah see ya couldn't wait fer me ta finish showerin'," Millie teases, standing in your door way holding a towel to her front.
"I'm sorry I wasn't going to look I just wanted a peek but I didn't mean to snoop please don't be mad I'm sorry please-"
Millie shushes you with a poke on the forehead.
"Ah ain't mad, sugah," she says, "but ya shouldn't be snoopin' about in a gal's things."
You nod repeatedly, apologising profusely. She tousles your hair again and tells you everything is fine.
A sudden serious look falls across Millie's face.
"Darlin'," she begins, and your heart sinks as you imagine how disappointed she must be with you, "ah wanna show ya sumthin', but ah'm a little... nervus."
You are taken aback. You can't imagine what she could possibly be worried about.
"Ah need ya to promise me ya won't be angry at me."
"Of course not," you say, worry darkening your own face, "why would I possibly be angry with you Millie?"
She fidgets nervously, unable to meet your eyes. You reach out to take her hand, but she steps back from you and you let your arm drop, hurt.
"Sorry, darlin'," she apologises, "just... gimme a moment."
You nod seriously and step away from her, giving her time to say or do whatever it is she has to.
After several quiet moments, Millie gulps audibly and her hand holding her towel clenches tightly. With a deep breath, she lets the towel drop, baring her body to you.
It takes you a moment to understand what she is trying to show you. Your eyes scan over her body, making their way down. Her hair is dry and frizzy as ever. Her shoulders and arms are still smooth and rounded. Her breasts are lovely and bouncy. Her tummy pushes out and hangs a little over her pelvis, hiding most of her flaccid penis from view. Her thighs press together, little droplets of water snaking their way down to her taught calves. Her calves lead into-
Oh.
You get it now.
"Oooh," you say, with mild surprise, "oh, I see."
Millie refuses to meet your gaze her hands gripping nervously at her thighs. You can't stand seeing her like this. Her usual bright, cheerful disposition is gone, replaced with anxiety and sadness. She looks fit to cry again, but this time not from happiness.
"Ah know sum people have issues with it, and ah didn't wanna keep it from ya, but there didn't seem like a good time ta say it, and then we had such a great time last night, and ya fell asleep bafore ah thought ta mention it, and we bonded so much this mornin' and ah just-"
This time you silence Millie. You walk right up to her and hug her tightly. Your face presses into her belly, your arms reaching around and pinning her arms as best as they can. You try to emulate her crushing bearhugs, pressing into her with all your might.
"It's alright," you say, your voice a tad muffled by Millie's breasts hanging over you, "it's okay, Millie."
She pulls her arms from beneath yours and wraps them around you, returning your hug as she cries.
"Ah've been so hurt in tha past. People who said they cared treated me so poor when ah told 'em. Ah was so afraid."
You squeeze her tighter.
"I meant every word I said to you, Millie. I still do. You're perfect."
The two of you hold each other tightly for the second time this morning.
You break your embrace and step back from her. She smiles down at you. You smile up at her.
"Thank yoo," she croaks, wiping her eyes.
You take her hand in yours and squeeze it in response.
"You said you had plans?"
You decide to try lifting Millie's spirits by changing the subject to a more light-hearted one. Just to help her take her mind off her past pains for a while. It works, as Millie's playfulness starts to return.
"Ah did," she coos, stepping forwards dominantly.
She looms over you and licks her lips, before bending down and pushing you back onto the bed with a gentle nudge. You let yourself topple back with a giggle, rolling over obediently when Millie spins her fingers dictatorially.
"Scooch on up and get comf'table, Alex," she demands, moving over to her bag, "ah think we maght start by pluggin' ya up."
Your crotch tingles in anticipation of feeling yourself plugged again. It isn't long before you feel Millie sit down beside you and spread your cheeks luxuriously with her fingers. Three cold, wet fingers start rubbing around your asshole softly, smearing lube between your cheeks. With a satisfied groan, Millie pushes a finger inside you agonizingly slowly, drawing moans from you.
After a few minutes of teasing you with her fingers, Millie removes her digits from you, making you whimper needily.
"Don't ya worry none, sugah," Millie chuckles, "ah'm just gettin' ya plug nice an' slick."
You pout and huff playfully, burying your face in the mattress. Millie gives you a bracing slap on the rump, making you yelp.
"Since yer bein' so huffy, ah better get ya filled up ta the brim!"
The cold metal tip of the buttplug presses up against your pucker, and you relax as much as you can to let Millie work it in. It pops into place, sending a jolt of pleasure from your ass to your cock. You clench and flex your anal muscles a few times to get the plug nice and snug inside you. Once it's pressing against you in all the right places, you sigh contentedly and sink into the mattress.
"Feelin' all full up, baby?"
You hum a response, shaking your pert behind for Millie to admire.
"Ah must say, ya look mighty cozy, all plugged like that. Ya wouldn't mind helpin' li'l ol' me get all plugged, wouldya darlin'?"
You snap to attention, pushing yourself up and looking at Millie with wide, excited eyes. Millie has made you feel so good, and now she's asking you to return the favour. You clamber up onto your knees and move over to her.
"Of course," you blurt enthusiastically, "what can I do to help you feel good?"
Millie kisses you softly on the mouth.
"Yer just rarin' ta go, arncha, baby! Ya sure know how ta make a gal feel luvved!"
She rubs your nose with her own, then hops up and grabs her bag from your desk. She sets herself back down, reaching in to her seemingly endless bag once again. Your eyes grow as wide as saucers as she procures a large, black plug the size of your fist. You'd wonder how it fit in her bag, if you weren't so busy wondering how it's supposed to fit in her bum.
"It'sa li'l intimadatin'," Millie chuckles, "ya can see why ah opted to get ya a newbie plug instead'a jammin' one'a mine in ya!"
"Yeah, it's..." you struggle to find the right words to describe your feelings towards this lump of silicone, "it looks like a challenge, that's for sure!"
The two of you laugh, though you decide to keep to yourself the fact that it's a challenge you'd like to attempt. Just for the time being.
Millie passes the plug and lube to you.
"Ah'm gunna lay down like yoo were," she says, rolling herself onto the bed fully.
You shuffle back to give her room, and soon she is face-down in the center of the bed, enormous, bountiful ass on full display. You put the plug and lube down for a moment and reach out, sinking your hands into her ebony flesh.
"Oh, hun," she moans, "ya hands feel so good on me!"
You take that as an invitation to keep groping her, running your hands all over her cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them lustfully. Millie's groans of pleasure urge you to keep going, and you find yourself leaning over her to get a better grip.
"If ya want a better angle, ya can get batween mah legs if ya like. But ah think ya'll get the best angle if ya climb onta mah back."
You take her advice, hopping up onto the small of her back gently, your plug shifting in you pleasantly. You slot yourself in and lean onto her ass, rubbing your lecherous little hands all over her.
"Alex, baby, that's so good!"
You keep gripping at her with fevered squeezes, but you start to feel another urge building up inside you. Not the urge to cum, but something higher up. You have an urge to-
*omph*
Millie lets out an excited "eep" as you clamp your teeth gently on her cheek.
"Yer a frisky li'l thing! If ya wanna use yer mouth on me that much, ya may as well use it propper!"
She leans back and pushes your head down into her crack. You move with her push, working your way down to her hole as your hands pull her thick cheeks apart. You can hear and feel Millie moan as you start licking her asshole wtih reckless abandon. You circle and lick and slurp and poke it, eventually pushing your tongue into her tight ring.
"God, baby! Yer such a hungry li'l fella!"
Millie removes her hand from your head and relaxes again, sighing and moaning as you devour her. You spend several minutes buried between her cheeks using every part of your mouth to make her feel good.
"Alraght, darlin'," she says, tapping your shoulder with an awkwardly twisted arm, "how's about ya get that plug all slipp'ry and fill me with it?"
You cease your oral ministrations with some reluctance, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, before reaching for the lube and plug resting on the bed next to Millie.
You open the lube and squirt a generous helping onto the plug. You put the it down and smear the sticky gel around the plug, covering it all over. Once it's nice and slick, you reach your hand into Millie's cheeks once more and rub your lube covered fingers on and in her spit-slick asshole.
"Please, darlin', no more teasin'. Put it in me!"
You place the tip of the bulbous plug against her entrance. Even before the plug is inside her, it has disappeared between her curvy cheeks. Millie's loud, pleasured moans give you the encouragement you need to push the plug inside her. As each little bit slips in, her voice gets louder and more wavering. By the time the plug slurps into her hungry ass proper, she has her face buried in the sheets not unlike you were last night.
"God, yes!"
Millie's voice is muffled by the mattress, but her bliss carries through loud and clear.
"Please, baby, tug on it! Rock it about inside mah ass! Please! Ah'm so close!"
Not one to leave a lady waiting, you grasp the flared base of the plug in your fingers and tenderly tug it. You push it back in softly, then tug it again, never taking the plug out, but moving it around so that it presses Millie in all the right ways. She cries out ecstatically when you grind it down into her, her reaction telling you you found her prostate successfully.
"Right there, yes! Please darlin', more!"
You twist and tug on the plug, biting your lips at how incredible Millie sounds gasping in pleasure.
Millie screams into the mattress as she cums, her whole body rocking and quaking. The bed creaks under the two of you as her orgasm shakes her continuously. You keep your legs held tight to her sides and your hands glued to her as she rides her orgasm to completion. Her moans begin to subside and her rocking weakens as she comes down from her high.
You hop off of Millie while the last few spasms run through her. You lay down next to her and do your best to hug her, your arm reaching over her and stroking her back. You nuzzle your face into her neck, and she whines thankfully in response.
"Thank, ya darlin'," she whispers huskily, turning her head to meet yours.
You smile warmly and kiss her.
"I'm glad it felt so good for you," you reply, tenderly planting a smooch on her lips.
"Ah made a bit of a mess of ya bed, ah'm afraid," she chuckles
"I'm not sure if you noticed, but I kinda did too last night!"
You share a hearty chortle, followed by a long kiss.
The two of you lie there together for a while, feeling each other's breath on your faces. Occasionally you run your hands sensually across her shoulder, making her shudder.
"Ah gotta rest fer a while longer, darlin'," Millie croaks, "but there's one more thing ah have in mah bag that ah'd like ta show ya."
You sit up and look over at her bag, intrigued.
"Ah'm sure ya will know what ah'm talkin' bout when ya see it, so why doncha go and grab it for me?"
You nod and climb off of the bed, making your way over to your desk. You pick up Millie's bag and look into it, searching for what she was talking about.
You see it immediately.
[["Oh. Alrighty then."->MillieDildo]]"Okay, I think I'm ready," you say, blowing out a deep breath.
Your face is resting on your folded arms on the mattress, while your bare ass points up into the air erotically. Millie is sitting next to you, tenderly stroking your ass with one hand and holding the small, pink, lubricated dildo in her other.
"Are ya sure? We don't hafta do this if ya don't want to."
"No, I do want to," you say hastily, "I'm just nervous. Fingers and plugs are one thing. A dildo is a little bit more... intimidating."
Millie gently squeezes your cheek and rubs your anus with her thumb.
"Ah hear ya, darlin'. Ah'll go nice an' slow for ya."
You smile at Millie and she shoots you a reassuring smile in return. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You jump a little when the tip of the dildo meets your rosebud, but you relax your sphincter and allow Millie to slide the tip into you.
"Oooh," you moan, gripping the sheets, "oh, that feels *really* nice."
"Good, good," Millie purrs, moving her hand from your asscheek to your tailbone, "ah'm gonna push it in deeper now, okay? Yoo just tell me if it gets ta be too much, awright?"
"Mmhm!"
Loud moans continue to escape your lips as the rubber phallus sinks further into your greedy hole. It presses amazingly against your prostate, sliding along it as it buries itself in you further. After a few, wondrous moments, you feel the flared base of the dildo bump against your o-ring, and Millie praises you lovingly.
"Ya took it all tha way, sugah. How's it feel?"
It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts. You feel *full*. You had thought Millie's fingers and tongue made you feel full until she put the plug inside you. Now, even the plug seems minor in comparison. You feel parts of your body you didn't even know existed, and it's great.
"I love it," you gasp, attempting to hold in your moans a little, "it feels really good."
Millie makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a whinny making you giggle. Your body shaking makes your ass clench around the dildo, and you moan loudly again.
"Ah'm gunna start movin' it in and outta ya now."
Millie makes good on her word as she pulls the dildo out of you slowly, cooing as you groan and twitch. She pulls it out halfway before reversing her movements and pushing it back in. Managing to find exactly the spot to rub against your prostate best with each stroke after only one thrust, she starts pumping into you at a steady pace.
You're gasping and grunting, your fingers gripping the sheets until your knuckles go white. Your face is jammed in the mattress to muffle your pleasured moans, and Millie strokes your ass with her free hand as she fucks you with the faux-cock.
"I'm nearly there!"
Millie speeds up her movements a little when she hears your exclaimation, adding a slight twist to her thrusts to coax your cum out faster.
"Cum for me, darlin'. That's tha way."
You do, hollering louder than you ever have as you explode into the sheets, your cum mixing with Millie's earlier load. Your legs give out underneath you and you collapse to your side, panting. The dildo slips from your hole and flops onto the bed. Your gaping pucker winks and leaks lube, and Millie coos as she rubs your back.
"God, ya li'l hole looks so happy, sugah," she sighs, "how do ya feel, baby?"
"Good," you croak, breath shaky, "really, *really* good. Thank you..."
Millie leans down and kisses your cheek.
"Yer welcome, Alex."
She hops off of the bed stretches.
"Yoo have a nap ta let yer pretty li'l body rest up, hun. If it's alright with ya, ah'm gonna go and cook us up some breakfast."
She glances at the clock on the wall.
"Or maybe ah should say brunch!"
Millie chortles and you smile happily, letting your eyes flutter closed.
"I love you, Millie," you whisper as you start to drift off.
[["Ah love yoo too, darlin'."->Anal Pair End]]This list shows all available endings as of the current version.
Click on "Side Story" to see the hidden side story for the respective ending.
* As Usual
** (link:"Side Story")[???]
* Millie's Happy Husband
* Anal Loving Lovers
** (link:"Side Story")[An Anal Addict and an Adventurous Arm]
* Matt's Anal Bitch
* Natasha's Sissy Operative
* Natasha's Fuck-Beast
* Corrigan's Favourite Toy
** (link:"Side Story")[Honeymoon at Kumonosu Inn]
* Matt's Girlfriend, the Oral Slut
** (link:"Side Story")[The Dinner Date]
Some endings are hidden behind secret options. You can reveal them (link-reveal:"here.")[
* Everything Perfectly Clean
** (link:"Side Story")["A1 Only Cleans!"]
* Kumonosu Inn's Most Talented Mouth
* Corrigan's Private Pornstar
** (link:"Side Story?")[Corri's Private Files: KEEP OUT]
* Living Dildo
* OBLIVION
(link-reveal:"Secret Ending")[
To unlock the the secret ending, reach all 13 endings and then click the new link that appears at the front door after the initial transformation.]
]
(link-undo:"Back")Natasha seems to show some surprise, seemingly having forgotten that you were there.
"Why, I'm Natasha, darling."
She smiles, her eyes piercing and dangerous. She has completely dropped her brainless bimbo façade, and you suddenly feel very tiny in her presence. Just standing in front of her like this makes you feel as though you could be crushed at any moment, like a tin can in a vacuum.
"But never mind that. Let's have a look at what magic is affecting your body, hm?
You nod slowly, worried to question this very powerful woman. You don't react as she reaches out and removes your jacket, letting it drop to the floor. You squirm under her gaze as she looks you over with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm. You're under the effects of some pretty powerful magic," she mumbles, stroking her chin thoughtfully, "and it isn't the work of anyone I know either..."
You yip as she starts poking and prodding parts of you. She gropes your chest and pinches at your skin, and you wriggle about uncomfortably.
"Oh, get over it, honey," she groans, her molestation not letting up.
You do your best to stand still as she squeezes you, stifling a cry of surprise when she grips your package tightly.
After what feels like an eternity, Natasha steps back and folds her arms comically in front of her boobs.
"I'm about to explain what's going on and how things are going to go from here, so I don't want any interruptions, and I expect all my questions answered immediately. Got it?"
You nod, gulping loudly and standing up straight.
"Good boy. So, someone has put some very powerful transformation magic on you. It is still lingering even now, and is continuously altering your body and mind in obvious and subtle ways in response to external stimuli and internal beliefs."
She shifts uncomfortably on her heels and frowns. She marches over to your couch and flops down into it, her legs spread immodestly as she relaxes.
"This is a damn fine couch," she sighs, and you mutter some thanks, trying not to stare right at her unabashedly exposed pussy.
"Tell me what happened to you yesterday, starting from when you woke up."
You open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off.
"And I mean *everything*. I want explicit detail about it *all*."
She is smiling wickedly, but there is a hint of seriousness to her voice that reassures you she is not just trying to embarrass you and actually needs the details.
You recount your day to her, trying not to stare at her dripping vulva as you talk. Your blush comes and goes as you talk, flaring up when you get to embarrassing sections. Such as when you describe Matt obliterating your tiny asshole with his monster cock in lurid detail. Natasha openly fingers herself when you talk about your encounter with Matt, and you can't decide whether it's hot or mortifying that she is seemingly so aroused by you being used as a fleshlight.
"And so I called you this morning when I decided it was too much for me to clean on my own," you say, glad you're finally finished.
"Well, that clears up quite a bit for me," Natasha says, nodding, "I think I've got a pretty good handle on all of this now."
She folds one leg over the other and sits up a bit, looking at you seriously.
"The magic in your body is potent and volatile. It's changing your body and mind in response to your thoughts, emotions, and actions, as well as the actions of those around you. Those with strong magical presences seem to have an especially strong effect. That's why you started speaking French. Matt thought you were foreign, and so your speech altered itself to meet his expectations. Then when you managed to communicate with him and explain what was happening, it changed to English because that's what he expected from you."
"You're saying Matt is magic?"
You cover your mouth apologetically. You didn't mean to interrupt her, but the thought of your stoned colleague that barely ever showers and can't even work a cash register being a master of the arcane is more shocking to you than anything else that's happened in the last forty-eight hours.
"Not in the way you're thinking," she says, shooting you a raised eyebrow, "but he does have some magic in him. How do you think he has such a big dick, and can produce so much cum? Or how he seemed to convince you to do something you were against with minimal effort. You can thank me for all that. He and I came to an agreement -though he has yet to uphold his side of the bargain- and I endowed him with magically enhanced virility. You're lucky you don't have a womb, Alex. If you did, you'd probably be popping out kids as we speak."
She hops to her feet again while you try to wrap your head around this reality warping information.
"Your 'spirit' is still in flux. Your body and your mind are going to keep changing in more and more drastic ways until the magic wears off, or the people observing you halt its effect."
"What? People observing me?"
"Don't worry yourself with that, honey," she says, waving her hand dismissively.
But you are worrying. Are there people watching you? Is it the people that put the magic on you in the first place? Why would they do that? What could they be planning? What-
...
What were you thinking about?
You feel as though you've forgotten something you were very worried about, but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember it. Oh well. Must have been nothing.
"I can stop the magic from changing you unexpectedly by directing it in a certain way," Natasha says, folding her arms and cocking her hip, "otherwise you could bring all sorts of havoc upon yourself with how jumbled you are."
She taps your forehead and hums.
"So, tell me. What disappointed you most about your... *dalliance*, with Matt yesterday."
"What do you mean?"
You're a little confused.
"Let's put it into simple terms for you," she says, moving in close to you.
She puts a hand on your face and strokes your cheek softly.
"When you were getting your back blown out by Matt, did you like it? Did the feeling of being *vigorously fucked* like a worthless toy make you feel good? Does it bother you that you loved it, but you feel like you should have hated it?"
She drops her hand from your face and clutches your cock, making you suck in air.
"Or were you mad? Angry, because you want to be the one fucking people with your huge cock. Mad, because you were emasculated by Matt, and wish you could have flipped the script?"
Natsha holds your face in her hands and looks deeply into your eyes.
"Think, Alex. What is the truth in your soul?"
You don't have to answer, as Natasha can see right through you. She sees the answer etched into your soul.
She sees|secret>[(link:"...")[...(show:?cloaked)]]
[["I want to *be* the one fucking!"->Penis Enlargement]]
[["I *loved* being fucked!"->Sissification]]
|cloaked)[ [["No! I don't want to be changed any more!"->FightBackNatasha]] ]Matt's squeals and gasps are barely audible anymore as he borders on unconsciousness. Your grunts are still loud and angry as you thrust your elephantine cock into his now impossibly gaped asshole repeatedly. Each thrust to the hilt makes Matt expel some whimper or another, your dick rearranging his guts each time you extract it and then force it back in through the tear in his jeans.
Matt's own prick twitches as he cums for the umpteenth time, the once giant member now shrunk to a pathetic size. Each spurt you force from him makes his dick shrink a little more, fairly literally emasculating him. He has long since stopped trying to escape you, his arms occasionally clawing weakly at the floor to little effect, and although he howled and kicked when you first started violating him, he barely even twitches now.
You don't cease your pounding as Mistress Natasha steps into Matt's house through the wall, and instead you start slamming more zealously, eager to please your mistress. You see her turn her nose up at the stench of the room before eyeing your insensate victim with a disgusted sneer.
"Did this trash give you any trouble, sweet?"
You shake your head, smiling widely up at your mistress.
"No, Mistress," you pant, still driving yourself home into Matt unrelentingly, "he barely put up much of a fight once I started fucking him."
Mistress Natasha laughs cruelly and waddles over to Matt's face, squatting down to address him.
"Don't feel so powerful on this side of the cock, do ya?"
She stands back up and spits on him. Lucky son of a bitch.
"Maybe next time when you make a deal with someone, you'll uphold your end of the fucking bargain."
She chuckles and makes her way over to Matt's couch, waving her hand and speaking some magically charged words. The couch bulges and wobbles, then transforms with a 'pop', turning into a big fluffy pink bean bag. Mistress Natasha flops into it gracelessly, inspiring you to thrust harder as she vulgarly displays her perfect twat.
"You haven't cum yet, have you, sweetheart?"
You shake your head sadly.
"I've been raping him for hours now Mistress, but I can't do more than leak pre. I *really* want to cum!"
Mistress Natasha looks at you pitiably.
"Oh, you poor thing," she teases, "I'll help you out as soon as you finish your task."
You start fucking Matt even harder, each thrust making him shriek and the floor quake. Under this new assault, Matt cums again, spurting out one final worthless load from his less than worthless dicklet. As he cums, Matt's dick starts to shrink once again, disappearing into his body, leaving his crotch bare except for his unwashed pubes.
"Good boy!"
Mistress Natasha's praise makes you ecstatic. You look over to her and she smiles at you happily. Her fingers are pumping into her cunt leisurely, the other hand rubbing her clit.
"You've done so well for me! Now I'll reward you. Open wide!"
You obediently open your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue expectantly. Mistress Natasha's bean bag slides towards you despite her not moving her legs. She holds her pussy a hair's breadth from your face, but you daren't move your head forward, even as you keep thrusting into Matt's ruined anus.
"Here you go!"
Mistress Natasha moans loudly as she cums, her glorious juice spraying all over your face. As the wonderful juice splashes against your skin, you finally feel your release arrive. You grip onto Matt with monstrous strength and plant yourself deep inside him as your cock erupts. Your steaming cum gushes into Matt's colon, painting every last inch of his insides white. He groans loudly as your cum begins to bloat him, rushing from your cock endlessly like a hose of spunk.
Soon all the pressure from your backed up cum starts to push your dick out of Matt's hole, and you pull yourself free. Cum surges out of his ravaged ass, and continues to spill from your aching schlong. You moan and rub your cock with both hands, throwing litres of cum all over Matt until he is soaked in it.
Your orgasm lasts for several minutes, endlessly spewing gallons of jizz over the now unconscious Matt. When your high finally starts to wane, you sigh and lean back on your haunches, letting the last sprays of spunk flow out of you. Your cock quickly begins to deflate, and you can feel your balls drawing up into you as well. After a moment, your cock and balls have returned to an average size.
"Well," Mistress Natasha says, hopping to her feet, "wasn't that delightful?"
You drunkenly nod, swaying about as you bask in the afterglow of your well earned orgasm. Your mistress chants something and a full-body mirror appears from thin air. The surface of the mirror ripples and then reveals a dark, cold looking cell.
"Come now, Alex," she demands, "I have a job you're just perfect for, but I want you trained first."
Barely sentient, you crawl your way over to the mirror and look up at your mistress, awaiting her instruction.
"Buh-bye, Matt," she sneers, pulling a beaker from her cleavage and willing all of your cum into it with a magical incantation, "maybe now you'll stop being such a fucking stain on society."
She stuffs the beaker into her cleavage and then nudges your bare ass with her heeled foot, coaxing you into the mirror.
You comply, jumping into the mirror -and your [[new life->Fuck-BeastCell]]- with glee."I had other plans for you honestly," Natasha says, giving you a once over, "but you're so eager to fuck me that it would be such a waste to let you loose on others."
You whimper in agreement. You want nothing more than to please this woman with your mighty cock, driving it inside her until you cum.
"Do you want that? Do you want to be my personal cock, to fuck me whenever I choose?"
The magic holding you fades, and you mash your forehead into the ground, grovelling and begging her to let you fuck her.
"Please, I'll do anything, just let me fuck you! Please! I *need* this! I want to fuck!"
Natasha laughs evilly, grinding her pointy heel into your skull. You groan in pain, but you don't cease your snivelling pleas.
"How pathetic," she sneers, stamping down on you harder, "but I suppose such dedication is admirable. Fine."
She removes her foot from your aching head and sashays over to your couch. You watch, mesmerised. She drops to her knees and lays her fat tits on the couch, settling herself into a comfortable position. She flips what little of her skirt acutally covers her ass, once again displaying her cunt to you with a sultry shake.
"Well? Hop to it!"
You slur thanks as you clamber over and insert yourself into her once more. You cry out in pleasure as her tight, wet hole presses down on your aching rod. You start to fuck with reckless abandon, clapping against her ass with incredible force. Natasha sighs contentedly, relaxing as you go to town on her snatch. She raises her phone and starts tapping away, humming gleefully while you rut her mindlessly.
This goes on for several minutes, Natasha typing notes and browsing the internet while you fuck her with all your might. You are no closer to cumming when Natasha turns her head to you and adresses you lazily.
"I'm nearly there, honey. Finish me up now."
You moan loudly and up your pace, putting all your effort into fucking. With a small shuddder, Natasha cums, her pussy tightening around you orgasmically. She lets out a long, happy sigh, and turns to look at you again.
"Well, that was lovely, wasn't it? But I do have things to get done, so I think I need to make you a little more portable if we're to continue."
She reaches back and pokes your nose playfully.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Trowch ef i'ch ffurf fwyaf sylfaenol,", "Turn into your most basic form,")]" she says cheerfully.
As the magic travels through your body, you can feel yourself change. You are still thrusting away relentlessly, but your legs start to raise off of the ground, making thrusting difficult. You grasp at Natasha's gigantic ass with your hands, but you can see that they are shrinking before your very eyes. You're frightened, but your mind won't let you do anything but keep hammering away, eager to pleasure yourself.
Every part of your body except your dick starts to shrink, your vision growing dark. Your hearing starts to get fuzzy. All you can feel is the wonderful feeling of Natasha's flexing twat around your prick.
[[...->LivingDildoEnd]]Natasha stands up, letting the cock that was once Alex slip out of her and flop onto the carpet, turning to look at the twitching penis on the floor.
"My my," she says, bending down to take the giant cock into her embrace, "you're such a lovely size. And without all that annoying extra fluff attached."
The cock in her arms twitches and throbs, and she strokes it lovingly.
"Let's give you a test run in your new form, hm?"
Natasha squats down, displaying her cunt obscenely, and presses the tip of the enormous cock against her slick pussy. With both hands, she pushes it all the way to the base in one movement, shivering delightedly.
"Ooh, you are going to be such a fun toy," she hisses.
She pulls the dildo out, only to drive it back in again with a shudder. She goes on like this for a while, fucking herself rapidly with the giant dildo. She moans unashamedly as she fucks herself, girlcum splashing all over the floor with each thrust. After a few minutes she clenches her muscles tightly, shaking as she cums with the dildo buried deep inside her.
Natasha breathes slowly for a moment before making a magical gesture with her hand and standing up. She wiggles about a bit to ensure that the living dildo inside of her isn't going to fall out, then adjusts her skimpy clothing with a satisfied nod.
"Hope you enjoy your new life, Alex," she laughs, pulling her phone from her cleavage once more, "I'm sure you'll love spending time buried deep in my pussy."
She dials in a number and puts the phone to her ear.
"Too bad you'll never get to cum," she cackles, "I don't want a dildo that makes a mess!"
The person on the phone picks up, and Natasha starts addressing them cheerfully.
"Me again! There's been a little change of plans. I'll need you to send someone around to collect something for me. Yes, over there. Rough him up. Make sure he understands who he fucked with."
Natasha stretches, then reaches down with her free hand to massage her clit while she continues her conversation.
"Mmm. Yes, I decided he was more use to me as a toy. Yes, he's in me right now in fact! Quite lovely. I might let you try it later, once I've gotten some use out of it."
A car horn sounds from outside.
"Thanks, darling. Car's here. I'll meet up with you after my chat with Rosa. Maybe even give you a hard fucking with my new toy! Yes, I know you're looking forward to it. |translate>[(cycling-link: "Hwyl am nawr!", "Bye for now!")]"
Natasha stuffs the phone back into her cleavage and starts making her way towards the front door.
"Hope you enjoyed my little show, you dirty perv!"
...
She cackles as she waltz out of the house, Alex the living dildo stored safely in her cunt.
***ENDING: Living Dildo***(set:$ED06 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]You whimper and grovel wordlessly, tears welling at your eyes. You want to fuck her more! You need to fuck!
"How about this," she says, looking down at you with a grin, "if you *really* want to, I could let you work for me. It would result in you doing a lot of fucking."
You feel the magic holding your head dissipate, and you start nodding, crazed.
"Yes, please, please! I need to fuck I'll do anything!"
Your words start to devolve into snivelling pleas, much to Natasha's joy.
"Well, I suppose," she says lazily, reaching down and holding her palm out in front of you, "shake on it, if you mean it."
Your hand shoots up and drops into her palm like a dog's paw. Her smile grows wide and cruel, but she squeezes your hand with her own and you feel magic suffuse you.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Rhwymwch y bwystfil, gwnewch yn fwynglawdd.", "Bind the beast, make it mine.")]"
As soon as her words leave her lips, you can feel manacles manifest around your wrists and ankles, as well as a metal collar around your throat. You look at the manacles around your wrists with awe. They are solid and silver, but they feel lighter than air. A small silver 'N' is engraved onto the inner part of each one, mirroring the one adorning your mistress' choker.
"Please, tell me what I can do for you, Mistress!"
You look into Mistress' eyes with desperation. She chuckles, and points towards the mirror. You scamper over to it on all fours, your still hard and throbbing cock dragging along the ground behind you painlessly. You peer into the mirror and an image begins to form. In the mirror, you can see Matt, sitting on his couch in his flat, smoking weed and watching TV.
"Matt here made a deal with me," Mistress Natasha explains, moving to stand behind you, "but he has failed to give me what I asked for in return."
You growl. How despicable! To short-change Mistress Natasha is unacceptable!
"I know, such discourtesy," she says sadly, "if only I could go and take what I'm owed from him. He'd be sorry."
You nod happily, imagining Matt grovelling in pain and reverance at your mistress' feet.
"But alas," Mistress cries, voice quavering, "I am just *so* busy. I can't go there to collect from him, because I have other things to do."
You whimper sadly as you mistress weeps. You wish you could make her feel happy again.
"Maybe..." she sniffs, "maybe I could send someone else to go and deal with Matt for me? But who could I possibly send?"
You jump up and down, turning to face your mistress.
"I could go, Mistress," you say eagerly, "I could go for you so you don't have to!"
Mistress Natasha strokes her chin and deliberates for a moment. She looks uncertain, and you beg and grovel at her feet.
"Yes, I think you're right," she says happily, making your cock twitch and spill a dollop of precum onto the floor, "I think you'll do just perfectly!"
You beam with pride as your mistress tousles your hair.
"You go right through there and give Matt a stern talking to," she orders, pointing into the mirror, "and if he doesn't give you what he owes me, you can use *any* method you can think of to get him to pay up!"
Her smile becomes vicious and cruel, and so does your own.
You nod your understanding to Mistress Natasha and then bound into the mirror. It feels like you're diving into a pool of ice-cold skin cream. As each part of your body passes through the mirror, it immediately appears in Matt's living room. You crawl into the room with a rictus grin, staring down a terrified Matt. He throws his joint towards you in fright, which you catch and snuff in your hand, before tossing it aside.
"What the fuck?"
He nervously stands up and points at you, his intoxicated eyes having trouble focusing. He doesn't seem to know whether or not this is real.
"Is that you, Alex?"
"Hey, Matt," you snarl hungrily, "wanna [[chill for a bit?->Fuck-BeastRevenge]]"You flail wildly as you're shoved backwards. You cry out as you tumble into something that feels like ice-cold lotion, and groan when you fall hard against a wooden floor.
"The fuck?"
Matt's voice confuses you. You were in your house, not Matt's. Right? You don't get it, but you must have been in Matt's house the whole time.
"Who's this bitch?"
You don't know this voice.
"Where'd she- uh, he? Whatever, how the fuck'd they get in here?"
You don't know this voice either.
Your vision clears as someone pulls the paper from your face. It's Matt, and he looks at the paper with a confused expression. You look around the room. There are two other guys that you've never met looking down at your naked body with arousal and confusion.
"What's that say?"
One of the other guys nudges Matt and tries to read over his shoulder. Matt struggles to read the writing, clearly too intoxicated for anything more mentally straining than raising a joint to his lips.
"Enjoy, boys! Love, Natasha," he slurs.
Matt drops the paper and stares at you, as do the others. All three of them are looking down at you, and you feel bubbly inside. You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. At the same time, you raise your legs up and tuck them under your shoulders, spreading your sensitive, twitching boypussy with an erotic moan.
You don't use words, but your message is clear: "[[***FUCK ME.***->SissyAftermath]]"The trip down to the lobby is an enjoyable one. You strut your way through the hallways, soaking in the shocked stares from the hotel guests. Jeers and wolf whistles follow you in equal measure, and you throw a few salacious winks at some of the more attractive men you pass. It takes a lot of strength to not dash over to them and start sucking their cocks right here, but Mistress Natasha would be very disappointed if you didn't do as she told. And you hate disappointing your mistress.
"Hey, you need to cover up!"
You ignore the yelling staff member as you waltz into the stairwell. A smirk creeps across your face as you bump your bracelet against the lock once the door closes, some of Mistress Natasha's magic welding the lock shut. Banging and shouting echoes through the stairwell as you make your way down to the ground floor.
You stroll out of the stairwell and into the crowded lobby casually, tittering at the reaction you cause. Guests part with astonished looks as you make your way to the front door. You can hear shouting and calls to stop you coming from staff members, but no one raises a hand to stop you. Some guests even subtly trip up the hotel staff and security dashing towards you, and you thank them by blowing them a kiss and shaking your behind a little more erotically.
Despite the hotel staff's best efforts, you make it to the door unmolested (though you do so wish that were not a fact you had to be happy about). You throw open the door and shudder as the warm night air tickles you marvellously. You spot the white car Mistress Natasha told you about, and you stride over and throw open the passenger door, leisurely dropping into the seat.
You close the door and sigh, not bothering to buckle yourself up as the car begins driving away. The driver points to the glovebox, and you open it to find a single compact mirror. You open it with a smile, giggling happily when you see Mistress Natasha's face shimmer into existence on the surface.
"Well done, sissy!"
Her praise makes you squirm with delight.
"You tuck that laptop under the chair and settle in for a nice ride home. You've done such excellent work for me tonight, so I have a little gift for you! Or rather, a big gift!"
She cackles and you find yourself laughing too, though you don't actually know what was so funny.
"I sent a driver with a fat juicy cock for you to entertain yourself with on the way home!"
Your smile grows huge as you look into the back seat, but it quickly fades when you find the back seats empty.
"The driver, slut. The *driver*. You really are a vacuous cunt, aren't you?"
You snicker at your own stupidity, then turn to face the driver. He reaches down with one hand to unzip his pants, then fishes out his semi-erect rod before shifting the seat backwards a bit.
"Have fun, sissy. I'll see you when you're back here to tell you about your next assignment. I might even give you a nice fucking myself first, if I feel like it."
You thank her with a pleased grunt, then close and stow the mirror. Your attention returns to the slowly stiffening slab of manmeat in the driver's lap, and you lick your swollen lips hungrily. You shuffle yourself about so your head is buried in his lap as he drives, his cock pulsing in your mouth as you suck and slurp greedily. You can't wait to hear what other wonderful errands Mistress Natasha has for you to do once you get home. They're always so much fun.
And as if your job wasn't reward enough, the bonuses she gives you are always *very* large.
***ENDING: Natasha's Sissy Operative***(set:$ED08 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]####The First Night
"Soooo..."
Corri strokes your hair gently as the two of you lay down on your wonderfully soft bed.
"What should we do first?"
The two of you were somewhat overwhelmed by the long list of possible 'entertainment options' available to VIP members. Neither of you had truly believed Corri's bridesmaid when she told you that you could get *any* service you asked for at Kumonosu, but you were stunned to find that that was indeed the case.
You had both decided to strip down into just dressing gowns and relax on the bed in your honeymoon suite as you tried to decide your first course of action.
"Well, we are here for three whole days," you say, placing a hand on Corri's thigh and lovingly stroking it, "no need to rush to the most extreme stuff right away."
Corri 'hmms' in agreement, her hand not stroking your head sliding lazily into your gown and caressing your chest tenderly.
You both just caress each other gently for a while. There isn't any lust in your movements, you both just want to feel the other.
"I think it's still sinking in we're actually married now," Corri chuckles, her hand running up your chest to stroke your cheek, "I had all these delightfully explicit plans for you, but now it feels like the wrong time."
You nod and move to meet her touch.
"Do you have anything you'd like to do, oh dearest *husband*?"
Corri puts a playful emphasis on 'husband' and you snort a little.
But you do have something in mind. You've never broached it with Corri previously, but tonight seems like the best time. You roll over onto your side and look up at Corri. She rolls to match you and looks down, a mildly quizzical look in her eye.
"I was thinking-"
You pause, waiting for her usual quip of "you shouldn't get into the habit of it". Corri doesn't say it, but her smirk implies she was thinking it.
"I was thinking," you say again, stifling a smirk of your own, "that maybe we could just..."
You struggle to find the words. Despite knowing that any teasing from Corrigan is entirely good natured, you can't help but feel a little embarrassed when you ask her for new things. Tonight though, Corri doesn't say anthing. She just smirks at you, eyes full of love, and strokes your shoulder.
"Do you think that we could just have... normal sex? Like, with me..."
You turn beet red and are unable to finish your sentence. Corrigan's smirk turns into the grin of a predator that's just cornered its prey.
"Are you implying -my dearest husband- that me finger fucking myself while your face is buried in someone else's crotch and I call you filthy names is somehow... *not* normal?"
You're burning up, face buried into the mattress. Corri leans her weight onto you, pushing her mouth to your ear.
"Are you saying that eating me out in the break room at work while I scratch up your back and call you a faggot is slightly strange in some way?"
Part of you wants Corri to stop teasing you, but that part of you is certainly not your dick. Your prick pushes into the soft bedding, small droplets of precum starting to stain the sheets.
"If you want *normal*, hun," Corri growls, gripping your shoulders tightly, "I'll gladly oblige."
Your wife uses her grip on your shoulders to throw you over onto your back. You yelp as she pulls off your gown with animalistic fervour, baring your naked body to the cool air. Her smile only widens as she eyes your throbbing erection.
"I don't know why you'd want *normal*," she sneers, really hamming it up when she says the word 'normal', "when you're such a fucking shame-slut. Just a bit of mild degredation has you fit to burst!"
She grasps your cock harshly, making you cry out.
"I have half a mind to jerk you until you're about to cum then ruin it for you," she says, starting to aggressively jerk you off, "but what kind of loving wife would I be then?"
Corri lets go of your cock and straddles your chest, throwing off her own gown. You let out a quiet moan as you drink in her naked body, ogling your wife openly. You realise that this is the first time you've both been entirely naked with each other. Rarely are either of you naked when you have sex. You are often fully clothed, and Corri often won't do much more than pull her pants and panties around her knees. You take this rare moment to check her out. Her breasts are not large, but they would not be called small. They're about a 'handful', small, hard nipples poking up from them with arousal. Much of her body is sprinkled with freckles, running up her sides and over her chest, contrasting against her pale skin.
You can see a large scar running from underneath her left breast down to her belly button, and you reach up to stroke it without thought.
"H-hey, what are you doing?"
Corri's voice is uncharacteristically timid. You tenderly let your fingers run along the scar, your other hand coming up to rest on Corri's thigh.
"It's from an accident I got in when I was seventeen," she says softly, placing her hands on yours, "got hit by a car while riding my bike. Left me in hospital for a while."
You raise your gaze up to her eyes, and she looks away from you.
"I've always hated how ugly it looked. That's why I never take my shirt off around others."
She looks back to you with a pained expression, but smiles weakly.
"I just got so distracted by all this that I forgot to be ashamed of it."
You stroke the scar again and smile up at Corri.
"I think it's beautiful," you say, taking her hand into yours and pulling it down to your lips, "and so are you."
For the first time -that you've ever seen- Corrigan blushes. You kiss her fingers with a smile, and she smiles at you shyly in return.
"Thanks, hun."
There is a loving silence between you for a few moments.
"But that's enough of you being sweet," Corri says, her devious grin returning, "you're a slut that wanted *normal* sex, so I'm gonna give it to you."
She slides herself up your chest, lifting her pussy to your face.
"Except, not really," she laughs, planting her wet lips on your mouth forcefully, "because that's boring."
You start obediently eating her out, your tongue doing what it does best.
"I do know what you meant by normal. You want to stick your little prick in me. I'll even let you. At least tonight. It *is* our honeymoon, afterall."
You struggle a bit when she lets more of her weight down onto your greedy mouth, but you soon find your rhythm, licking and sucking happily.
"But don't think for a second it's going to be *normal*!"
You scream into Corri's cunt with a mix of pain and pleasure as her hand grips your hard cock with aggressive force. She starts stroking you with harsh, rough strokes.
"Don't stop that tongue, bitch," she snarls, grinding herself into your face harder, "if I'm going to put this wimpy thing inside me, I want you to show your appreciation!"
Your mouth works overtime, your teeth getting involved in the action. Gentle nips of Corri's labia and the occasional powerful suck on her clit have your wife grunting blissfully.
"That's it, you fucking cunt," she gasps, letting go of your penis to grasp your hair with both hands.
You're having trouble breathing, but you don't slow your ministrations.
"Fuck! That's enough!"
Corri pulls herself off of your face with an angry yell. Your confused look only makes her more frustrated.
"Why do you look so confused, you dumb slut?"
She places her hands on your chest and shuffles herself down your body with annoyed exertions.
"I wanted to cum all over your face, but I'm stopping so we can do this!"
In two swift movements Corri grabs your cock and slips backwards, pushing you inside her pussy. You cry out in pleasure as you feel your wife's hole smother your prick in glorious, wet heat for the first time. You jerk upwards, gripping onto Corri's hips with all your might, but she swats your hands away aggressively.
"No touching! I'm in charge! You're here for *my* pleasure, got it?"
You shout your understanding, balling the sheets up in your hands instead. Corri grunts as she starts dropping onto you, bouncing up and down on your crotch.
"This is better than I expected it to be," she gasps, digging her nails into your chest a little, "but only a bit! This tiny dicklet isn't nearly as good as your slut mouth!"
Despite her words, Corri is moaning raggedly as she slams herself up and down on your lap, and so are you.
It's after only a minute of this aggresive fucking that you shriek, "I'm cumming!"
You buck and spasm up into Corri, who doesn't stop bouncing atop your orgasming dick. The pleasure is excrutiating, making you yell and thrash, hands threatening to rip the bedsheets beneath you.
"I can't take any more!"
You beg for Corri to relent. She doesn't let up, speeding up her bouncing, pushing you deeper into her with each drop. She starts to rub her clit furiously.
"Just a bit more!"
The pleasure is starting to turn to pure pain now. Your dick is begging for relief, aching in a terrible way. You can't keep up like this.
"Please! Corri! Stop!"
"So close! Fucking take it! Please! Just a bit-!"
It's Corrigan's turn to scream her pleasure now, dropping her entire weight onto you as she finally cums. Her pussy twitches around you, making you yell louder. She moans, gripping at your body with aimless, harsh grasps as she rides her orgasm. You do the same, unable to keep your hands to yourself anymore, desperate for some cathartic relief from the agony in your groin.
The two of you lay there, holding each other tightly, whimpering and panting together. Your ragged sobs start to fade into shallow gasps, and Corri's own breath mellows. With a laboured groan, Corri rolls herself off of you, flopping down at your side gracelessly. You hiss at the stimulation of her vagina pulling off of your sore, aggrieved penis.
"Thank you, Alex," she rasps between deep breaths, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Corri," you reply, your own breathing shaky.
Your wife rolls onto her side and snuggles up against you, wary to not bump any part of herself against your abused, deflating cock.
"I'm sorry I got so harsh towards the end there," she whispers, tugging you into a gentle hug, "are you okay?"
"Yeah," you croak, "it was pretty rough though, not gonna lie."
You both chuckle, Corrigan a little more apologetically than you.
"Are you really okay?"
Corrigan looks at you with a worried expression.
"I don't want you to tell me you're okay just to make me feel better. If I went too far, I want- no, I *need* you to tell me. Are you okay?"
Tears start to well up in your eyes, and Corri pulls you tighter into her embrace.
"It was good, but-" you hiccough while trying to talk, "it was *really* painful at the end. I wanted you to cum too, but I couldn't stand it."
You feel something wet drip against your hair.
"I'm sorry, babe," she sniffs, nuzzling into your hair, "I'm so sorry. I should have stopped when you said you couldn't take it. I'm sorry."
You let yourself cry into Corrigan's breast openly, as she gently cries against your head. She whispers soothing words as she pets you, and soon your tears dry up.
"Let's just relax for the rest of tonight," Corri says, rubbing your back tenderly, "get all rested up for *really* going crazy tomorrow."
She is laughing a little as she talks, but you can sense she is still being cautious.
"That sounds good," you sigh, wriggling yourself in closer to her chest.
"Though, before we do..."
You pull back and look at Corri, eyebrow cocked. You have a sneaking suspicion you know where this is leading. She smiles sheepishly at you and bites her lip, confirming your doubts.
"Do you think-"
"I try not to."
Corri playfully slaps your cheek as you both burst out laughing. You hug onto each other tightly, all tension between you leaving you in joyful guffaws.
"And here I was worried you were a little broken!"
Corri pulls you up and kisses you deeply, before lacing her fingers into your hair.
"Get down there and clean me up, ya bastard!"
You smile and let yourself be moved towards Corri's cum-leaking pussy.
[[You don't end up doing much resting.->NightTwo]]####The Second Night
"You ready for this, babe?"
Corrigan rubs your naked back as she talks, her other hand placed against your chest. Your heart is beating hard and fast, but you nod regardless, taking a deep breath.
"Alex," Corri whispers into your ear, "are you sure?"
You turn your blindfolded head towards your wife and give her a brave smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure," you say, clasping your handcuffed hands together behind your back for confidence, "I really want to do this. For you, and for me."
Corri rubs her nose against your ear lovingly.
"You're such a slut," she giggles, "and I love you for it."
She tousles your hair and pats your back, before holding your shoulder tightly and pushing you to your knees.
"Get ready, bitch," she hisses, voice dripping with lust, "time to show me what a good cocksucker you are."
You gulp audibly and tilt your face up. Corri reaches down and unlocks the handcuffs.
"Take off your blindfold for me," she demands, holding your chin and forcing you to look up further.
You obediently raise your unbound hands to remove the covering from your eyes.
You are greeted by two large, throbbing, erect cocks hanging over your face. To your left is a tall, dark-skinned man, and to your right is a short, fair-skinned woman. Both tower over your kneeling form, their intimidating |translate>[(cycling-link: "15cm", "6 inch")] dicks twitching and straining above you. A dollop of precum falls from the tip of the woman's penis and splashes onto your cheek, making you jump in surprise.
"These two lovely people have been waiting so patiently for you to get ready," Corri whispers seductively, dropping to her own knees behind you and pressing her fully clothed body against your back.
Her hand continues to hold you by the chin, forcing you to take in the view of the two smiling Kumonosu employees towering over you, their aching cocks obscuring them somewhat. Her other hand snakes its way down your chest and into your white lace panties (which are in actuality the pair of panties Corri was wearing under her wedding dress yesterday). She nibbles at your earlobe impishly, her hand fondling your testicles and straining prick expertly.
"Say hello, slut," Corri hisses, her breath tickling your ear.
"He-hello," you mutter meekly.
Corri's hand tightens threateningly around your balls, making you wince and whimper.
"Address them properly, cunt!"
"I'm sorry," you gasp, "hello, sir! Hello, ma'am!"
The two above you smile and nod in response, the woman even waving at you politely. Corri releases your balls and praises you.
"That's good. Now, tell them what you would like to do."
You struggle not to moan as Corri starts stroking your dick under your panties, but you keep your voice steady as you address them.
"Please, ma'am. Sir. Please let me suck your cocks."
Corri's hand stops stroking and starts to close around your testicles again.
"Like the whore I am! Please let me suck you like the whore I am!"
You sigh with relief as your wife's hand resumes jerking you.
The man and woman look to each other and smirk. He shrugs, and she nods, then they both look down at you again.
"Well, when you put it like that," starts the man.
"We'd love to let you prove what a good slut you are," the woman finishes.
Corri's hand holding your chin drops away, and her hand jerking you stops.
"Thank them," she hisses.
"Thank you so much!"
Corri bites your neck, telling you you did well.
"I'm going to sit over here, okay fag?"
She gets up from behind you and moves a few steps backwards to the cushioned chair. You watch as she relaxes into it, reaching into her own pants to start touching herself.
"Don't look at me, cunt! Look at the people you're going to worship!"
You 'eep' and turn back to the two cocks above you. Their owners look down at you with false indignation.
"Such disrespect," the woman tuts, shaking her head solemnly.
"I don't get the feeling you really want to suck our cocks," the man sighs, moving to turn away from you.
"No!"
You almost leap up, but stop yourself and remain on your knees. The man looks down at you with a smug grin.
"I mean," you struggle to keep eye contact, face burning, "please, sir. Ma'am. I promise I'll suck you well. I swear! Please give me a chance."
You know that they won't actually leave unless you (or more acurately, Corrigan) asks them to, but the idea that they could leave and you'd have disappointed your wife makes your heart race with anxiety.
The two cock owners share a self-satisfied grin.
"Well then," the man says, stepping forward and tilting himself so that his cock touches your lips, "prove it."
The hot meat at your lips makes your mouth water. With some trepidation, you let your mouth fall open lewdly, and he pushes the head of his cock onto your tongue.
"Just focus on the head for now," he groans.
You close your lips around the bellend and start to suckle, twitching whenever you get a fresh drop of his precum on your tastebuds. You swirl your tongue around the tip, flicking it on the slit with practiced expertise.
"Fuuuck yes," Corri moans, her words puntuacted by gasps as she fucks herself with her fingers, "suck him well, babe. But don't forget those hands, bitch! You got a lonely cock waiting for some care!"
You whimper apologetically around the tip in your mouth, raising up your hand to wrap around the woman's shaft.
"Ooh, what wonderfully delicate hands," she sighs, shifting herself forward into a more comfortable position, "are you sure he's actually a man?"
Her question is directed towards Corri.
"This mouth sure doesn't feel like a *manly* one," the man grunts, starting to thrust into your mouth proper, "it feels like the mouth of a slut."
You know that Corri instructed them to insult and emasculate you, and your cock starts leaking at their insults. Corri moans loudly as they speak, clearly turned on by the way they're treating you, even moreso than yourself.
"That's right," she gasps, her voice ragged and animalistic, "he's not a man! He's a cocksucking bitch! He's just a limp-dicked faggot made to service others!"
The fact that your penis is fit to tear through Corri's panties makes you internally giggle at her calling you limp-dicked, but you start sucking the man's cock seriously. She's not wrong about being a cocksucking bitch, so it's time to live up to that moniker. You increase the speed at which your hand strokes the woman's cock, before jamming your throat as far down the man's shaft as you can. Hearing you gag on the cock in your throat, combined with the image of your face planted in someone's groin while you jerk another dick, is apparently enough to push Corri over the edge.
"FUUUUCK! GOD YES WORK THOSE COCKS! FUCK!"
Corri starts babbling expletives at you as she cums, which urges you to suck with more intensity.
"This hand is lovely and all," the woman says, removing your hand from her shaft, "but I think I'll have to steal that whore mouth from you for a bit, alright?"
She isn't talking to you, but the man whose cock you are choking down.
"It's only fair," he hums, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you off of him, "make sure to really give this sissy a nice hard face fucking for me!"
He twists your neck harshly and mashes you into her crotch, her cock sliding right into your open mouth and straight down your inviting throat. You quag loudly, drawing another excited shout from Corri, as well as a moan of delight from the woman.
"Oh, this is marvellous," she coos, her chirpy voice somewhat disjointed from her powerful thrusts into your throat, "but you shouldn't be left out. Here, make him get his faggot hands to work on you!"
The man sidles up next to the woman, taking your hands into his own and then placing them around his spit-slick shaft.
Despite the ravaging your face is getting, you are able to understand what you have to do. You use both hands to stroke the man's throbbing cock, twisting your hands to add as much stimulation as you can. You start flicking your tongue around the rod in your mouth too, doing your best to milk both cocks as completely as you can.
"Yes! Keep going!"
Corri has left her chair and is kneeling behind you again. You let out a slutty moan to please her, which has her stuffing her hand back down her soaked pants.
"That's it, make those cocks cum, whore," she hisses aggressively, vigorously masturbating.
Not one to deny your wife what she demands, you put all your efforts into making the two cocks before you burst.
"I'm getting close," grunts the man, "stroke faster, cunt!"
You oblige, happily.
"I'm getting close," the woman groans, "so tighten up that throat for me, slut!"
You oblige, passionately.
"We're cumming," they cry out in unison, "take it all, bitch!"
You oblige, eagerly.
Cum shoots from the woman's pulsing cock down your throat with staggering force, making you splutter. At the same time, the man's dick erupts, spraying your flushed face. You're filled and soaked simultaneously, cum filling your belly and coating your face in a sticky layer.
"Yeheheheesss!"
Corri cums for a second time, shuddering and moaning beautifully. She slumps forward, dropping onto her hands and knees, watching you with lustful eyes as you take the last of the cum your two lovers have to give you.
At his nudge, you let your hands drop into your lap, freeing the man's cock. The woman follows suit, pulling herself from your mouth, strings of saliva and spunk trailing from the tip to your mouth. Knowing what your wife would want you to do next, you slurp up the strings and use your fingers to scoop as much of the cum from your face as possible, into your greedy, open mouth.
"That's it," Corri whispers, getting to her feet shaikly, "hold it there for me, babe."
Once upright, she walks over and places her hand on your head, tilting your face upwards. You open your mouth wide, displaying the pool of still warm jizz proudly. Your tongue swirls the load erotically, and Corri gives you a blissed out sigh.
"Fuck yeah," she grins, "you know what I want to see. Swallow it all down for me, slut."
You swallow down the mouthful of spunk with a loud, deliberate gulp, making Corri suck in air through her teeth and nod.
"Good boy," she grunts, leaning down to kiss you deeply.
She swirls her tongue around yours, wrestling with you inside your mouth for a moment, before pulling away with a gasp.
Corri turns to face the two bystanders.
"Thank you so much, guys."
"Our pleasure, darling," replies the woman cheerfully.
Corri kneels down and pulls you to your feet, standing behind you and holding you up with a hug. You thank her gently, leaning back against her, letting your wife hold you.
"It was the first time we've done that with two people at once," she explains, stroking your belly tenderly, "*and* the first time we've ever done it with anyone we've not met previously."
She leans into your hair and takes a deep breath. You close you eyes and smile.
"We really appreciate it," you whisper, coughing a little.
You blush when a glob of semen flies from your mouth onto your hand, and you all laugh.
"We're glad we did well," the man says, putting his arm around the woman's shoulders and pulling her against him, "always happy to help other couples experiment with new things."
"I have a feeling we may be doing this again if we ever come back to Kumonosu," Corri teases, poking your damp, straining bulge with a playful finger, much to your embarrassment.
Everyone chuckles at your shame, and you swat at Corri's hand half-heartedly, smiling nonetheless.
"Well, if you ever want to play with us again," the woman says, stroking her partner's arm, "just ask for the Caldwells. It's never work when we get fun clients like you two."
You nod and smile, thanking them again.
"Alrighty then," Corri says, squeezing you tightly, "I've gotta get this slut off, and then the two of us were planning to grab some dinner, so we'll have to say good night. Thank you again."
The Caldwells pull on their dressing gowns and fasten them, waving goodbye as they leave your room. Corri walks you over to the bed and lies you on your back gently. She slides up next to you sultrily, laying her leg over yours and gently fishing out your penis. She starts stroking you slowly, and you don't hold back your pleasured moans.
"Let's get you off, then grab something to eat," she says, lazily moving her fingers up and down your throbbing prick, "I want us to get a good rest tonight, because I have something a bit more extreme in mind for tomorrow."
Noticing your half-excited, half-worried expression, she starts stroking a bit faster.
"We'll talk it through first, of course," she says, assuaging your fears somewhat, "we won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, darling."
She leans down to kiss you softly as you cum, spurting all over Corri's hand.
"Good boy," she whispers, bringing her hand to your mouth and raising her eyebrow expectantly.
You set to cleaning her hand with your tongue, talking in-between slow, luxurious licks.
[["I can't *wait* to hear what you have in mind."->NightThree]]####The Last Night
"Ease into me slowly, hun," coos Corri, holding your hips gently to guide you.
You breathe as calmly as possible, biting your lip as you sink your dangerously erect penis into your wife's welcoming pussy. You groan loudly, letting yourself slide fully into her and then sinking into her embrace. She moans too, pulling you into a hug when you bottom out in her.
"That's it, baby," she sighs, raising her legs up and wrapping them around your waist, "just let yourself get used to the sensation."
You nod and kiss her neck, not moving your hips. Your prick twitches inside Corri, but your steady breathing and a heaping helping of self-control ensures you don't cum before you've even started.
"How are you doing?"
You stop kissing your wife's neck and shift yourself up to look at her.
"I think-"
Corri's tightly bitten lip and scrunched up eyes tell you she desperately wants to retort, but she holds herself back admirably.
"I think I'm ready," you say seriously, smiling weakly.
Corri pulls your face down so she can kiss you. When she pulls away, she looks deeply into your eyes.
"Ready?"
"Ready," you nod.
"Alright, you can come over now, Jackson."
The naked man walks over to the side of your bed, looking down at you and Corri wide smile. He's holding a strapless strap-on in his hand. It has a curve and a bulb at one end, clearly for inserting into a vagina to hold it in place. The dildo part of the strap-on is about |translate>[(cycling-link: "10cm", "5 inches")] long, and it's only about as thick as one of your thumbs. He gently massages his clit with his other hand, occasionally pushing a few lubed up fingers inside his pussy to prepare himself.
"Okay, is everyone still sure of everything?"
Corri nods at him seriously, and you look at the strap-on with some trepidation.
"Ye-yes," you gulp.
Jackson smiles at you warmly. He holds out the strap-on to you so you can see it more clearly.
"It's not very big," he explains, pressing it in his fingers to demonstrate its malleability, "it's very soft too. Perfect for first-timers."
He puts the insertable grip of the strap-on into his vagina with an 'ooo', reaching down and picking up a bottle of lube.
"Trust me, I've taken a *lot* of things inside myself in this line of work," he chuckles, smothering the shaft and head of the dildo with lubricant, "I've gotten quite good at helping others with their first insertions."
Corri chuckles and starts nipping at your neck.
"You'll do great, Alex," she whispers, intermittently sucking at your neck, "and we have a safe word this time, so we can stop if it's too much."
"Speaking of," says Jackson, still lubing up the dildo, "can I get you to repeat it for me so I can be sure we're all on the same page?"
"Um, yeah. Uh, *yellowjacket*," you say, feeling relaxed by Jackson's general demeanour, and the fact that he's working so hard to make you comfortable.
Corri stops sucking at your neck and lets her legs drop from around your waist. She spreads them out a bit, and kisses you again.
"Ready now?"
You nod, and Jackson climbs up onto the bed behind you, settling in between your legs which are framed by Corrigan's.
"Now, relax," Jackson says, placing a hand gently on your ass.
You tense up for a moment, which makes you flex inside Corri and moan. You let yourself relax, and you suck in air through your teeth as Jackson slowly tugs the small metal buttplug out of your hole.
"Oh, baby, yes," Corri croons, leaning up to lay soft kisses along your jaw, "you look *so* good. Keep making those faces for me."
You nod with a gasp, scrunching your eyes shut as Jackson pulls the plug free. Your pucker twitches, leaking some of the lube you put in earlier, and he gives you an aroused 'mmm'.
"I'm going to place myself against you now. Get yourself into a comfortable position."
Corri pulls you down so that you are laying all your weight on her. You both shudder and giggle as your hard cock shifts around inside her. She pulls your face down into her breast and starts stroking your hair.
"Relax, baby," she coos, "just let him do all the moving, okay?"
You see her nod to Jackson out of the corner of your eye, and you soon feel the rubber phallus press up to your asshole. You bury your face in Corrigan's boobs and hug her tightly.
"Ah. Ah! AH!"
Your moans gradually grow in intensity as Jackson sinks his strap-on into you. You let your sphincter relax as much as possible, and after a few moments his hips are pressed against your bum.
"We're all the way in," he exclaims, gently massaging your ass cheek.
"God, you took it all, hun," Corri hisses, hugging you tighter and kissing the top of your head.
Everyone stays still for a bit, the only movements being small caresses from Jackson's hand on your ass and Corri's hand on your head. Once you're accustomed to the feeling of your cock inside Corri and Jackson's faux-cock in your ass, you raise yourself up to look at Corri with a pleasured smile.
"I'm ready now," you whisper.
Corrigan pulls you down for another deep kiss. As she does, she signals to Jackson with her hand.
"Alright," he says laying himself down on your back, his weight pressing you into Corri wonderfully, "I'm going to start thrusting gently. You two tell me if you want me to change speeds, but otherwise I'll keep a steady, quiet pace."
He makes good on his word, pulling out of you slowly, then pressing back down. Each thrust not only stimulates your ass, but pushes your prick into Corri's pussy, making you both moan into the other's mouth. Corri sucks and kisses you hungrily, gripping the back of your head and pulling you into her. You're assaulted with sensations from all sides. Corri's tongue battles your own for dominance of your mouth. Her lips suckle at your own, and her teeth tug and pull your lips teasingly. Jackson's strap-on stretches your asshole, and each thrust rubs against a small spot inside you that makes you groan into Corri. Your penis is enveloped by Corri's folds, her own clenching and flexing exciting you in novel ways.
You can only take so much pleasure. You cry out blissfully into Corri's mouth as you cum. Your cock twitches and shoots its load inside Corri, surrounding you with more heat. Your ass clenches around the invading silicone, intensifying the sensation of it thrusting in and out of you.
"C-Corri, I-"
You pull away from Corrigan's kiss, the pleasure making it hard to focus. You feel like you need to say the safe word, but Corri raises her hand and Jackson stops thrusting completely. You sigh with relief and drop into Corri's chest again, breathing heavily. She strokes your hair gently, and you're all careful not to move.
"Do you need to stop here, hun?"
You look to Corri. You know she hasn't cum yet, but you aren't sure if you can take any more. Seeing your conflicted expression, she nods knowingly and looks to Jackson, shaking her hand across her throat in the universal gesture for "that's enough". Jackson acknowledges her with a hum, and slowly, slowly pulls himself out of your behind. You gasp as it pops free, and take several deep breaths as you pull your cock out of Corri.
You flop down next to her with a sigh, relaxing as she strokes your tummy tenderly.
"I'm sorry," you croak, swallowing several times to clear your throat.
Corrigan silences you by placing a finger on your mouth.
"It's okay," she says softly, "it's fine."
You feel really upset that you couldn't last long enough for Corri to cum as well. She sees the sadness on your face and squeezes your cheeks playfully.
"You were being overwhelmed, baby," she chuckles, giving you another kiss, "it's okay that you couldn't last very long."
You smile, feeling a little better, but you still want to make her cum.
Before you can express that though, she sits up and starts running her finger around your nipples, making you squirm.
"Could you take more if we didn't use your dick?"
You have to think about that for a moment. You have the energy to keep going, but you definitely can't take any more penile stimulation.
"What I'm asking," she purrs, lightly digging her nails into your chest, "is would you be able to keep taking Jackson in your ass while you eat me out?"
Your ass is a little tender, but you think you're up for it.
"Y-yeah," you chuckle, sitting up, "I could do that for you. I-if that's fine with you?"
You shoot Jackson a questioning look. He smiles, reaching down to grab the lube again.
"I'm fine to keep going if that's what you two would like."
He starts lubricating the dildo again.
"I was also pretty close myself, so I'd be more than happy to continue!"
Corri laughs and pulls you into a hug.
"Hear that, *darling*," Corri whispers snarkily, "you've gotten us both *so* worked up. It's only right that you finish us off."
She rolls you over onto your hands and knees then lies back on the bed and spreads her legs wide.
"Get to work, slut."
You sigh with fake resignation as you shuffle to bury your head in her crotch, pretending that you're doing this under duress despite your mouth watering at the mere thought of cleaning all your cum out of your wife's cunt. You really have quite the libido, now that you think of it. Despite being pushed to your limit just minutes ago, your penis is starting to harden again. You certainly couldn't handle anyone touching it though.
But you don't need your dick touched to eat pussy, so you set to work.
"That's good," Corri grunts, moving her hands down to gently grip your hair, "I think this little tease is ready for you whever you're ready, Jackson. Give him a nice pounding."
"Yes, ma'am!"
You feel the man kneel up behind you, his hands dropping onto your hips in a way that makes you quiver. One of his hands moves to press the tip of the dildo against your ass. Your breath hitches and you flinch, but you keep working your mouth all over Corrigan's vulva.
"Yeah, put it in him," Corri hisses, gripping your head tighter, "make him take it all like the whore he is!"
Jackson obeys your wife and pushes inside you, drawing a moan from you that is muffled by Corrigan's pussy. He sinks himself into you slowly -though more quickly than the first time- and soon his hips are resting against your behind once more.
"I'm going to start thrusting now, okay?"
You nod and grunt your assent into Corri's pussy, and Corri grinds against your face approvingly.
"Yes, fuck him," she gasps, shifting herself to grind her clit into your nose, "give him a nice, strong fucking."
Jackson starts to thrust, pulling out of you slowly, then pushing back in to the hilt. Each thrust makes you tingle, and each time his hips bump into your ass, Corri moans a bit and bucks into you.
"Fuck, God, yes," she grunts, "fuck his faggot ass while he eats my cunt! Make him take it all!"
The thrusting member in your hole starts to pick up speed, and you increase the ferocity of your licking in response. You start to use your lips and teeth in the ways you know Corri likes, gently pressing your teeth against her clit and playing with her lips with your own.
"YES! Fuck! I'm close, bitch!"
Jackson's breathing starts to get more erratic and heavy.
"I'm close too," he growls, increasing the speed of his thrusts some more, "nearly there!"
"Keep fucking him! Do it! Make yourself cum using his tight, sissy asshole!"
Jackson roars in pleasure as he cums, his thrusts becoming staggered and aggressive, his powerful hands squeezing your hips. Hearing him cum while fucking you sends Corri over the edge, her juices flooding your mouth, pushing out the last dregs of your cum you never managed to get. She screams and grips your hair painfully, grinding herself onto your face with as much force as she can muster. She starts muttering assorted insults about your "dumb, pussy-eating mouth" and "sexy, cock-loving ass", her words becoming less intelligible and more infrequent as she comes down.
"Aaaahh," she sighs, releasing you from her death grip, "oh, fuck yes..."
Jackson grunts as well as he pulls the dildo from your ass, making you moan.
"Oh, that was great," he sighs, standing up from the bed, "are you two satisfied?"
Corri just makes a pleased groan, hands reaching for your hair once more and moving it to her soaked thighs. You get the hint and start cleaning her up, raising a thumbs-up to Jackson and snorting.
"That's excellent," he says, "I'm glad my services were pleasing to you."
From the corner of your eye, you see him pull the strapless strap-on out of himself with a hiss.
"I'll leave you two to rest up-"
"Wait."
Corri cuts him off as he is preparing to leave, holding up her hand and pushing your face off of her thighs.
"Sorry, didn't mean to be so aggressive," she starts shifting a little to face him, "but I wanted to check if you'd like Alex to clean you up before you go?"
She gestures to his own soaked crotch and thighs. He looks down, and then back to you. A smile spreads across his face, but he is hesitant.
"Oh, I mean, I'd love to. If you're sure that's okay?"
You open your mouth to say it's fine, but Corri cuts *you* off this time, answering for you.
"He's a little cunt-licker. It's what he's best at."
She playfully tousles your hair, giving you a loving grin.
"Well then," Jackson laughs, moving over and sitting at the edge of the bed, "I would love for this slut to clean up the mess he's made of my pussy."
Corri and you both start laughing, and she nudges you off the bed with her legs. As you drop to your knees and start lapping up the juices from Jackson's thighs and around his vulva, Corri puts on her dressing gown, then comes over to stroke your hair gently while you clean.
"Thank you, Jackson. You were so helpful and understanding. It really made this great for us. I'm sure Alex would agree."
"Yes, thank-"
Corri presses you playfully back into Jackson's crotch, making him chuckle.
"There are better ways for you to say thank you with your mouth, babe."
You grunt with joking resignation, continuing to clean Jackson.
When you finally pull free from from Jackson's groin, his thighs and pussy are sparkling clean.
"All done," you say, looking up at him with a smile, then looking to Corri for praise.
She smiles sweetly down at you and motions for you to hop up. You get to your feet and let her hold you in her arms. Jackson hops to his feet and gives you a smile of his own.
"Thank you again, Jackson," Corri says, stroking your arms, "we really enjoyed our time here. Please give my regards to Madame Rosa and all the other staff for giving us such a wonderful honeymoon experience."
"Of course," he says jovially, picking up his gown and putting it on, "we all hope you come back again some time soon."
You and Corri give him one last farewell as he leaves, taking his strap-on and lube with him. Once he is gone, Corri pulls you over to the bed and the two of you drop onto it happily.
"I love you, Corri," you whisper, reaching back and stroking your wife's arm.
"I love you too, Alex," she replies.
[["Let's head home."->HoneymoonEnd]]####Back to Work
"So, how was your honeymoon?"
Jessie is packing away some boxes in the break room with you after work. Corrigan is leaning back in a chair, having her usual after work cigarette.
"Oh, um, it was good," you say shakily, a little caught off-guard by her question.
"I heard you two went to some fancy place," she says loudly, clearly trying to get Corrigan's attention despite leaning into a cupboard, "did you enjoy it?"
"Oh yeah," Corri chuckles, finishing her smoke, "we had a *wonderful* time. They were quite accommodating"
She smirks at you and you blush. You finish putting away the last of your items, walking over next to Corri and leaning casually against the sink. Jessie is still reaching into the cupboard when she calls out to the two of you again.
"Get up to anything interesting? Besides the obvious on a honeymoon, I suppose."
She titters, but you and Corrigan stifle proper laughs.
"Oh, we got up to some *very* fun things," Corri snickers, shooting you a questioning look.
You understand what she is asking. You nod hesitantly, mouthing a silent "now?" to her. She grins widely and nods. She points to the door, and you get to work, quietly moving over and locking it. Once you give her a nod, she hops up and starts casually making her way towards Jessie, your oblivious co-worker finally pulling herself from the cupboard and shutting the door.
Corri moves up and places a hand on Jessie's shoulder, making her yelp.
"Oh, sorry, Corri," she laughs nervously, "you frightened me."
"Sorry, Jessie," Corri purrs, moving a little closer, "I was just thinking: Alex and I had a lot of fun on our honeymoon, and I thought that maybe you'd like to hear about some of it."
Jessie opens her mouth to talk, but Corri puts a finger to her lips sensually, shushing her.
"Actually, why don't we show you *exactly* what sorts of things we got up to?"
Jessie is speechless as you drop to your knees in front of her. Corri slides behind her and starts caressing her gently, her hands making their way from her shoulders down towards her hips, drawing timid moans from Jessie.
"I just *love* to show off my talented husband," Corri whispers, slipping her hand into Jessie's pants as you open your mouth invitingly, "he has quite the silver tongue."
Steven later tells you that he could hear Jessie's moans all the way from the front counter as he was cleaning up. The two of you blush heavily when Corri tells him he'll get another turn with her favourite toy later.
***END***
[[Restart->Intro]]####8:58PM
"God, I'm gettin' close!"
Matt thrusts up into your mouth with vigorous movements. You push your face down as quickly as you can, slurping and sucking feverishly. Your noises echo around the public toilet loudly, and your knees are starting to ache from kneeling on the cold tiles, but you don't care. The closed toilet Matt is sitting atop is thankfully fairly clean for a public toilet, but even if it wasn't, you'd still push your throat down without restraint. There are more important things to worry about than sore knees, embarrassing sounds, or germs.
Like making Matt bust his nut.
Matt forces your head down with all his strength as he explodes in your throat. Your belly starts to bloat as cum pours into it, and you obediently relax your throat so you take it all without gagging. Matt groans extremely loudly as each spurt makes its way through his cock and into you, and you find yourself moaning too.
"Yeah, that's what I needed," Matt sighs, letting go of your head.
You pull up and off of his dick, your eyes a little glazed over.
"Let's go, babe," Matt says, standing up and putting his junk away, "I'm starving."
You nod hazily and get to your feet. You let Matt push you aside as he makes his way out of the stall. He pulls you along by the hand, noting you're too out of it to think.
"Geez, Alice," he groans, "I'm always lookin' after you."
You don't reply, you just burp quietly and then giggle. The two of you make your way out of the public toilet, on your way once more to [[buy dinner->MattSlutEp3]].####9:08PM
"Fuck!"
Matt growls lustfully as he slams your throat. He has you hanging off of the end of a park bench and is driving himself home into your throat with abandon. The dinner in the bag in your hand is jostled as your whole body is rocked by cock.
You want to make Matt cum.
Matt's hands wrap around your throat and squeeze tightly as he starts cumming. You gag and splutter, but Matt holds you still as he drowns you with his cum. Your belly aches, stuffed to the brim with spunk even as more is pushed in.
As Matt's shaft leaves your throat, you cough up the cum still in your throat, giving yourself a glazed face. Matt grunts as he stuffs himself back into his pants. He stands up and starts walking away. He realises you aren't following and turns to call back to you.
"Come on, babe. Bring the dinner and let's go home. I'm so fuckin' hungry."
You hiccough and shakily get to your feet. You drunkenly stumble after Matt. You're nearly home, then he can [[eat dinner->MattSlutEp4]].####9:20PM
Matt fucks your face feverishly in the front room. The front door isn't even closed properly, but he has his dick buried in you for the fourth time in an hour. He doesn't say anything coherent, just grunts and growls as he bucks against your head.
Matt. Cum.
You hang limp in his embrace as your mouth is abused. You are constantly gagging, cum from Matt's previous loads making its way back up your throat with each retch, only to be stuffed back in by Matt's thrusts. You can't even breathe anymore, but you take Matt's throat fucking like a good girlfriend should.
Matt just roars as he cums, holding you to the hilt as he drains himself into your stomach again. You are barely conscious once he pulls his dick from your mouth and puts it away.
"Fuckin' hungry," he mumbles, reaching down and taking the take-out bag from your hand.
Once you're released from his grip you tumble over, collapsing in a heap at the front door. Matt drags himself out of your view, and you can hear him digging through the bag to find his dinner. He doesn't even check if you're okay as you lay on the floor, motionless except for the occasional burps that bring up a mouthful of cum that you force back down.
You love dinner dates.
***END***
[[Restart->Intro]]The doorbell gets your attention, making you cease your scrubbing of your bathroom walls.
"Who could that be?"
You place your scouring pad down and rinse your hands in the sink, drying them off on the hand towel. You make your way to the front door and open it up.
"What do you want?"
"My, my! A bold one, aren't we?"
There is a strangely dressed woman you've never met at your front door. She is about |translate>[(cycling-link: "170cm", "5'7")] tall -though some of that comes from her absurdly tall black heels- with curly blond hair held up in pigtails. Her eyes are bubblegum pink, and seem to shimmer independantly of the light, and they are surrounded by heavy black eyeliner and covered in a heaping helping of glittery pink eyeshadow. Her lips are fat and pouty, puffy to the point that she shouldn't reasonably be able to speak from them, and are slathered with pink lipstick. A heavy tan covers her entire body, though you can see strips of fair-skin along her shoulders where her bra straps would be were she wearing one.
She has huge, blatantly synthetic tits that stretch the cloth of her dress obscenely. The strapless dress is practically painted to her body, hugging her boobs and waspish waist tightly. It stretches around her giant hips, her ass fit to tear through the dress. The dress is scandalously short, barely covering her thighs; if she bent over, she'd flash everyone. Her whole look is topped off with a large black leather choker around her neck that almost appears to cover more of her skin than her dress. The choker is adorned with a stylised letter 'N' made from silver.
"Can I help you?"
You look up at the living blow-up doll with disinterest.
"Darling, you really have had a number done on you," she says, looking over you with inquisitive eyes, "there isn't much magic still left in you. You've altered your mind pretty handily yourself. I think I've arrived a little late to use you for my own purposes."
You have no idea what she is talking about.
"Look," you sigh, "if you don't have business with me, please leave. I am trying to-"
The woman starts moving, attempting to enter your house. You hold out your hands and brace yourself, pushing her backwards by her giant boobs, much to her chagrin.
"Hun, let me in," she pouts, stepping back, "I just want to-"
This time you cut her off.
"Shoes," you state bluntly, pointing at her high-heels, "I just swept the floors, and I don't want you tracking dirt in."
"Oh, of course," she laughs, skillfully slipping out of her shoes without even looking down, "I apologise for my lack of decorum."
You stand aside, extending an arm to allow this strange woman into the house. She smiles and thanks you, strutting in as though she owns the place. You shut the door behind her and follow her silently, unsure what she could be here for. She wanders into the living room and whistles, impressed.
"I'd heard this place got absolutely *drenched* with cum," she says, examining every corner of the room, "but this room is spotless. Not even a speck of jizz to be seen!"
You can't help but smile subtly. It's nice to have your efforts appreciated.
"Yes," you preen, adjusting your stance slightly, "it took some time, as I didn't have the right tools. I think the results were worth the effort."
The bimbo stereotype turns to you and puts a hand on her chin thoughtfully.
"So, you enjoy cleaning?"
"Of course," you reply, "there's nothing quite as satisfying as making sure every last inch has been cleaned to perfection."
You smile and puff out your chest.
"Folding, sorting, dusting, wiping. It takes effort, but it's all worth it."
"Such dedication to your craft," she coos, wandering around you and examining your body, "I could certainly use someone of your work ethic."
She makes her way back to your front, giving you a final once over and smiling.
"My name is Natasha," she says, extending a delicate hand topped with long pink nails, "and I would like to hire you, Alex."
You raise your own hand to shake Natasha's politely.
"Well, I do have quite a bit to finish cleaning here," you say, frowning slightly.
Natasha chuckles and lets your hand drop.
"Don't worry, darling," she says, reaching into her cleavage and pulling a small white apron from within, "if you enter my employ, I will provide you with all manner of tools and enhancements to assist your cleaning."
You take the apron from her, cautious, but intrigued.
"You'll find that is no ordinary apron," she says, smiling deviously, "wearing it will serve as proof that you are my employee, and will grant you all the cleaning supplies you should ever need."
Her claims are dubious at best, but there is something in her voice that tells you she is not lying. Perhaps leaving out some important details, but not outright lying.
Your urge to clean to the best of your ability over takes you, and you drape the apron over your head and begin fastening it behind your back. The apron is not large, starting just above your bare nipples and rests at the top of your pelvis, not covering your flaccid cock.
The woman points at you and says "|translate>[(cycling-link: "Gwneud glendid o'r pwys mwyaf, a dod yn wir hunan.", "Make cleanliness paramount, and become your true self.")]"
Pink light beams from her fingertips and infuses the apron. A heat bubbles up inside your gut, and you know something inside you is changing.
"|translate>[(cycling-link: "Gweld eich adlewyrchiad,", "See your reflection,")]" Natasha chants, waving her hand in the air.
A full-body mirror shimmers into appearance before you, and you watch yourself with intense interest.
Your hair grows slowly, lengthening and styling itself into a bobcut that sits just under your ears. It sparkles momentarily, then your black locks change to a metallic silver. Your face stays mostly unchanged, except for your eyes. Your irises change to the same bubblegum pink shade as Natasha's, and they begin to glow like LEDs. Faint silver lines appear over your sclera, marking the white with a barely perceptible circuit board pattern. Two large mounds begin forming on your chest, expanding to about the size of a grapefruit before stopping. Your new breasts make your apron bulge, the tight fabric making it clear there are no nipples underneath. Down at your crotch, your penis and testicles start shrinking, sinking into your body until there is nothing left but a smooth, hairless expanse. Similarly, you can feel your anus shift, seemingly sealing shut. Your guts rumble and throb, shifting awkwardly inside you before calming down. When there is no more movement from within, you note that you don't seem to 'feel' anything inside you anymore. A small, silver 'N' matching Lady Natasha's appears on the centre of your apron, around where your belly button is. The edges of the apron fuse into your skin, the cloth becoming a permanent addition to your body. Finally, all the skin on your body tightens, becoming taut and smooth.
"Ooh, you look wonderful," Natasha says cheerily, "your new body is just perfect."
You examine your new body intently, turning to see yourself from different angles in the mirror, occasionally poking or pinching different parts inquisitively.
"It is certainly... unique," you say coldy, turning to face Lady Natasha, "though I fail to understand how this form is any more efficient for cleaning than my previous one."
Lady Natasha smiles, wagging her finger at you playfully.
"That's because you haven't learned about all your new features yet!"
She places two fingers on your forehead.
"I want you to think about something that would have made cleaning up all the cum easier for you."
You close your eyes and think. A mop would certainly have expedited the process, as would a more appropriate water bucket.
"Now," Lady Natasha says, moving away from you, "follow your instincts. Or, programming, I suppose."
You open your eyes and nod. You reach your hand into your new cleavage and grasp the handle of the mop within. In one long movement, you withdraw the mop and place it onto the ground next to you, holding it up like some kind of staff. Lady Natasha claps happily, and you reach into your cleavage once more with your free hand, pulling out a large bucket filled with several litres of warm, soapy water.
"I see now," you state, placing the mop into the bucket, "this new body certainly will make cleaning much more efficient."
"It will," Lady Natasha says, smiling devilishly, "now for one last test."
Without warning, Lady Natasha tears her dress from her body, tossing the tattered cloth to the floor and displaying her naked form to you.
"Come and ravish me!"
You stare at her blankly for a few moments, before walking over and picking up the ruined dress. You stand back up and examine the shredded cloth, stuffing it into your cleavage when you determine it is beyond repair. You look back to Lady Natasha who is still splaying her body vulgarly.
"Do you require something, Lady Natasha?"
Natasha sighs and slumps a little, waving her hand and muttering something inaudible. An identical dress shimmers into place around her body.
"I know that the point was for you to be uninterested in sex," she sighs, "but it actually kind of hurt that you didn't even react to my beautiful body. Your old self would've been left speechless."
You're unsure what she means by any of that.
"Have I erred in some way, Lady Natasha?"
"No no," she chirps, shaking off her disappointment, "you've turned out exactly as I expected."
She wanders over to the mirror and taps it, an image of a dark room rippling into view.
"I have some errands to run," she says, stepping partially into the mirror, "so you finish cleaning this place, then walk through the mirror here when you're done. Someone will direct you towards something that needs cleaning if I'm not there."
She blows you a kiss playfully.
"I know you'll do marvellously, A1 (A-One)."
You nod as Lady Natasha disappears into the mirror.
"There are things to [[clean->TrueMaidEnd]]."###An Anal Addict and an Adventurous Arm
"Hey, I was wondering," you gasp, pulling your face from Millie's titanic ass and turning a bit to face her.
She looks over her shoulder at you expectantly.
"I want to try something extreme, so..."
You start blushing a bit as you talk.
"Do you think I could put my whole fist in you?"
Millie's eyes light up in a mixture of surprise and excitement.
"Darlin'," Millie says slowly, mouth practically watering, "ah think that sounds like wunna tha sexiest things ya've ever asked me!"
Spurred on by her enthusiasm, you hop off of her back and run over to the bedside table. From within you procure a hefty bottle of lube, which you then carry with you as you clamber back onto Millie's back.
"Can you help spread your cheeks a bit, babe?"
Millie reaches back and grips her asscheeks tightly, pulling them as wide apart as she can so you have unrestricted access to her rear entrance. You thank her by opening up the lubricant and pouring a gigantic dollop right onto her twitching pucker, making her shudder at the cold sensation. You place the bottle by your side, sure you'll need it again soon, and start working the lube into your wife's hole.
"Oh God, Alex, baby," Millie struggles to talk through her moans as you finger her, "oh, that feels so good, darlin'."
Inspired by her pleasured sounds, you start working multiple fingers in at a time. Making sure to move slowly so as not to hurt her, you work up to four fingers in her ass over the course of a few minutes. You squirt liberal amounts of lube all over your hand, angling your arm so that it is channeled towards Millie's ass.
"Okay, that's four fingers," you say, softly fucking her with said fingers, "are you ready for me to try and fit my whole hand in?"
Millie takes several deep breaths and looks over her shoulder at you again. There is nervous lust in her eyes, and she is biting her lip softly. She has taken toys far larger than your small fist inside her ass before -you both have- but the fact that it's *your* hand and not just a toy is turning you both on quite a lot more than usual.
"Yes, sweetie," she says, "ah'm ready fer ya whole hand now. Just go slow."
"Of course, Millie," you reply, stroking her ass reassuringly as you start to push deeper.
She groans as your thumb meets her pucker, your gentle but insistent pushing making it pop inside. As you sink the rest of your hand in, Millie's moans get louder and louder, reaching their crescendo as she cums right when the most girthy part of your hand enters her.
You stop moving, your whole hand buried to the wrist in her ass. You stroke her soothingly as she orgasms, whispering sweet nothings to her as she gasps and bucks into the bed, her clenching sphincter squeezing your wrist with each convulsion.
"Do you want me to pull out?"
You look over your shoulder to guage Millie's response. You don't even need to hear her reply, her face telling you everything you asked and more.
"No, God, please don't" she gasps, her eyes crazed with lust and her mouth slick with drool, "please baby, keep goin'. Ah'm a strong gal, ah can take it. Ah wanna see if ah can take yer whole forearm!"
"As you wish!"
You pour lube around your arm and rub it in with your free hand. With slow, deliberate movement, you push your arm deeper into your wife. Her pleasured cries urge you on, and soon you have your whole arm up to your elbow planted firmly inside her asshole.
"Fuck, that's really hot," you hiss, biting your lip.
"It feels so good, darlin'," Millie whines, taking ragged breaths, "ah feel so *full*. Can ya slowly pump it in and outta me, please?"
She moans as you fulfill her request, slowly pulling your arm part of the way out, then pushing it back in. You continue fucking your wife with your arm, gripping at her cheecks and massging her thighs with your other hand to add to her joy.
"Ah'm gonna cum again, baby!"
Millie buries her head into her pillow and you pick up your pace. You tilt your wrist slightly so that you can rub her prostate on each stroke. Your mix-up seems to do the trick nicely, pushing her over the edge again, only minutes after her last orgasm. You keep as still as possible after her peak passes, not wanting to over-stimulate her.
"Are you alright?"
Millie doesn't move her face from the bed, simply raising a weak thumbs-up and groaning happily. You chuckle, glad to see your wife enjoyed herself.
"I'm going to pull out now," you say, giving Millie a heads up about your plans, "I'll go slow, tell me if you need me to stop."
Millie grunts her assent, and you slowly start your extraction effort. Millie hisses and gasps as you pull your arm free.
Using your hands, you gingerly spread her cheeks to admire your work. Your wife's asshole is gaped wide, twitching and winking as it attempts to return to its original size. Lube leaks out of it, down her taint and over her balls, mixing with the cum on the sheets. You grin happily at the result of your experiment, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on Millie's balloon knot, making her shudder.
"God, baby," Millie sighs, rolling onto her back as you hop off of her, "that was somethin' ah never felt bafore!"
"Did you like it?"
You roll up next to her and hug her, looking up into her eyes as you ask your question.
"Did ah like it? Alex, ah fuckin' luvved it!"
She giggles and covers her mouth shyly. The fact that she swore tells you that you did *very* well.
"Ah dunno if ah could take that ev'ry night," she says, stroking your hair, "but ah sure would luv ta do it again sometime."
"And I'd love to give it to you again," you chuckle, snuggling into her chest for a hug.
"Maybe ah should try puttin' mah arm inside yoo at sum point!"
Millie laughs at your "priceless expression" for a long time, laughing even more heartily when you meekly tell her that you aren't opposed to trying it.
***END***
[[Restart->Intro]]###"A1 Only Cleans!"(set: _a to (colour: #d1d9e6))
It's a boring night at "Elysium" tonight. You usually have quite a few customers coming in throughout the night, so there is something to occupy your time with, but tonight is exceptionally slow.
"Still no one?"
You pull your slumped self up and look over your shoulder to the voice. It's your co-worker Aimee, back from her break. You sigh and shake your head, dropping yourself back onto the desk.
"Nope, no one," you groan, "I'm starting to miss the rabble to be honest."
Aimee laughs and flops into her chair beside you.
"I know what you mean," she titters, leaning back in her chair and throwing her legs up onto the desk, "dealing with the fuckin' pervs and shit can be frustrating, but it gets so tedious without them here. At least booking people in is something to do."
You nod in agreement, shifting yourself to look at your colleague.
"I know why we can't have our phones at the desk," you grumble, "but would it kill the boss to give use *some* sort of entertainment? Even some shitty magazines, or a book of crosswords. It's not like there are ever *that* many people that need to be booked in that we have to be alert at all times."
Aimee snorts.
"I've raised that with Nat before," she sighs, crossing her arms behind her head, "but she said that 'your predeccessors failed me once when I gave them distractions, so you're all punished until they earn forgiveness'. I was too confused to argue the point further."
You sit up and stretch. Your boss never makes a whole lot of sense, though you've come to believe she does it on purpose, obfuscating everything she says with layers of unecessary complexity and vagueries to hide her true intentions.
"Hell, she could at least give us a broom or something so we can clean up when we're-"
_a["Cleaning is my job. It is not necessary for you to trouble yourself with it."]
You nearly jump out of your skin, leaping to your feet with a screech and knocking the chair over. A1 is standing right beside you, looking up into your eyes with their own cold, calculating, cybernetic ones.
"Jesus, A1," Aimee chuckles, "you nearly gave her a heart attack! Then I'd be stuck sitting next to Bea's corpse for the next few hours."
_a["I would dispose of her corpse swiftly. You would not be inconvenienced."]
Aimee starts cackling, slapping her thigh mirthfully. You feel a small smile creep onto your own face, though your heart is still racing. You can't tell if A1 was trying to be funny or not. Their expression is nearly unreadable ninety percent of the time, but they do display traces of a personality occasionally.
"I'd never think to take your job, A1," you say placatively, bending down to pick up your overturned chair, "just trying to imagine ways to beat the boredom, that's all."
_a["I suppose cleaning is quite enjoyable,"] A1 says calmly.
You and Aimee look at each other with a smirk, then shrug.
"So what do you do for fun, A1?"
Aimee picks at her nails as she talks, examining them with disinterest.
"You got any hobbies, or shit like that?"
_a["I only clean."]
You didn't expect much from your robotic co-worker (at least, you think they're technically a co-worker, right?), but the bluntness of the response makes you stifle a snort.
"What about a partner?"
_a["I can clean perfectly well on my own."]
"I meant like, for romance, or dates, or like, even a sugar baby, or somethin'. I dunno what you're into, but I'm sure there's something you like besides cleaning, right?"
A1 stares at Aimee blankly, though you can sense an air of superiority and what could almost be a sneer.
_a["I only clean. I have no need nor want for anything more."]
As if to punctuate their statement, A1 bends over and picks up a stray chocolate wrapper undeneath Aimee's chair. They inspect it for a moment, then stuff it into their cleavage.
_a["There are bins here for a reason, Aimee."]
You cover your smirk with a hand as A1 scolds your colleague, looking away.
"You're a joy to be around as always, A1," Aimee replies, unimpressed at being reprimanded, but unable to hide that this is the most fun she's had all night.
You are about to chime in with another question for A1, when the door opens and you see a few drunk guys stumble inside. You sit up, eager for a fresh distraction from your monotonous night.
"Welcome to Elysium," you chirp, smiling your best customer service smile at them, "how can we please you today?"
Aimee sits up properly in her seat and puts on her false smile as well, and A1 nods politely to you and makes their way out from behind the desk to start checking the bins.
"Yo! Bea, good ta see ya, babe!"
You smile politely up at Harry, a regular here at Elysium. He isn't an impolite customer, but his frequent, unsubtle attempts to get you to sleep with him are frustrating.
"A pleasure to see you too, Harry," you say warmly, "and I see you have brought some friends! Will you all be hiring rooms for this evening?"
"Yeah," he slurs, leaning on the desk and putting on what he probably thinks is a seductive grin, "and if you're on the menu, I'll-"
"I still just work the front desk, Harry," you say, swiftly cutting him off.
"If you two make your way over here, I can help you find exactly what sort of entertainment you're after."
Aimee beckons two of the foursome over to her side of the counter, pulling out two electronic displays and handing them to the customers for them to peruse drunkenly. You turn back to Harry and his remaining friend, placing two of your own devices on the counter.
"If you two find what you would like tonight, I can get you sorted and satisfied in no time."
You raise a hand to cut Harry off before he can say that "he'd love to be satisfied by you". You've done this little tango too many times. Harry nods in understanding, putting his face down close to the screen and scrolling through the available workers on duty. His friend doesn't take the tablet from you, too busy staring lecherously at A1. A1 hasn't even noticed, too busy re-lining a now empty trash bin. You can't help but wonder where all the filled bags went.
Harry's friend belches disgustingly and points a finger to A1.
"I want her," he says.
"I'm sorry," you start, trying not to scrunch up your nose at the stench of alcohol, "A1 is not an acceptable option. They are a cleaner, not-"
"Yeah, a cleaner of cocks, haha!"
Aimee and her customers have turned to look at the drunkard with varying degrees of disgust. Even Harry seems a little put-off by his friend's behaviour. A1 hasn't even noticed they are being talked about, or if they have, has simply decided not to say anything. They continue tidying up around the remaining bins.
"No, as I said," you say, still smiling as politely as you can, "A1 only cleans. They are not available to hire. If you'll direct your attention-"
You get to your feet in anger as the man wanders over to A1, stumbling over his own feet. You're about to shout at him, but Aimee's hand on your shoulder stops you. You turn to face her, and she is holding back laughter, shaking her head furiously.
"Holy shit, just let this play out," she hisses, trying her best not to explode, "trust me!"
You turn to A1 and the drunk dickhead, a look of worry on your brow.
"Hey, bitch," Dick (you've decided to call him Dick, since that seems fitting) slurs, "how much do you cost?"
A1 doesn't even flinch, not turning away from their work.
"I'm talkin' to you!"
He reaches out and grabs A1 by the shoulder, pulling them around to face him.
"How much?"
A1 tilts their head, confused.
_a["Are you addressing me, sir?"]
"Course I am," Dick yells, "how much do I gotta pay to fuck ya?"
"Richard, she doesn't-"
Harry is cut off by his yelling (and you're a little impressed the nickname you gave him is so fitting).
"Shaddup, bastard! I wanna hire this little whore!"
Your hand moves to press the 'Security' button, but Aimee stops you, tears pouring down her face as she holds in her guffaws.
_a["I apologise, sir, but I am not a whore. I only clean."]
Dick astonishes everyone but A1 when he pulls his erect cock from his pants.
"I got somethin' for ya to clean!"
He grabs A1's hand and wraps it around his (frankly pretty lacklustre) rod.
The three rapidly sobering drunks and yourself all look to Aimee, unsure if you should step in now.
"Trust me," she snickers, trying to stay quiet, "I've seen this happen before. It's fuckin' hilarious."
You all turn back to A1 and Dick, worried.
_a["I see,"] A1 states coldly, _a["and how comprehensive would you like your cleaning, sir?"]
Dick chuckles happily, dragging A1's fingers along his shaft.
"I want a real *deep* clean. Starting with that mouth of yours."
_a["Understood."]
Your eyes bulge at A1's response. They bulge even more -but for a different reason- when you see what A1 does next. A1 starts jerking Dick's dick for a several seconds, before twisting their hand hard and jerking it off.
Literally. Off of his entire body.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
The member separates bloodlessly from the drunkard as he screams, popping off from his groin like it was never attached to begin with and leaving behind a smooth patch of skin. A1 lifts the lump of flesh and hanging testicles, examining it coldly. Aimee is roaring with laughter, doubled over as she howls, tears streaming down her face. You and the three men stare with shock, as Dick drops to the floor in pain.
_a["I shall begin cleaning now."]
A1 opens their mouth and sticks out their tongue. A clear liquid dribbles from their tongue and lands on the disembodied cock.
_a["Most soaps cause irritations when applied to sensitive areas of the human body. Thus, warm water shall suffice."]
A1 begins rubbing the penis softly, washing away any trace of grime. They pull back on the foreskin, allowing them to clean the glans with meticulous detail.
_a["Cleaning complete. That was not a very large task."]
A1 bends down and places Dick's dick on his chest with a gentle pat, the simple movement combining with their previous statement to serve as an incredible finishing blow. Dick groans in pain and rolls over, letting the cock drop onto the floor.
_a["No respect."]
Their voice is still as neutral as ever, but you sense a distinct hint of disgust from A1. They turn their nose up at Dick and return to emptying the bins.
Aimee is still laughing as she reaches over and taps the 'Security' button.
"Holy shit, that was fuckin' amazing!"
She sits back down and attempts to calm herself. As she does, two security guards arrive and look to you for instruction. You point at Dick, still unsure if what you just saw was real. The guards nod, moving to pick up Dick.
_a["Please try not to dirty his member,"] A1 says, not looking away from their cleaning, _a["I have just finished cleaning it."]
One of the guards grunts something you can't hear before grabbing the penis and stuffing it into Dick's pocket. The two lift him up gracelessly, then take him out the front door.
"I apologise for the interruption," Aimee says, still occasionally giggling, "if you two would like to make your selections, I will process you."
Following your co-worker's lead, you sit back down and regain your bearings. You turn back to Harry and put on a fake smile.
"What would you like this evening, sir?"
Harry stares dumbfounded at A1, before turning his attention to the tablet in his hand once more.
"Uuuh. I think I'll just go with her," he says, pointing to a woman and handing you back the device.
"An excellent choice," you say with forced enthusiasm, "she will be ready for you in five minutes. How will you be paying this evening?"
You process Harry's payment, only half paying attention. You're watching A1 work from the corner of your eye. When they turn around, they meet your gaze, walking over to you casually as Harry finishes paying and is greeted by a scantily clad woman. You say nothing as A1 looks at you. They wink at you, making you double-take.
_a["I only clean, but I still have fun."]
You watch them wander away, presumably to do more cleaning.
That is, after all, what A1 does.
***END***
[[Restart->Intro]]"So then she started complaining that I was 'stepping on her freedoms' and shit. She had this super fucking smug look on her face when she goes 'let me talk to the manager'!"
You burst out laughing, slapping your leg. You lean back on the arm of the couch, trying to catch your breath.
"How-! How did she-! How did she react?"
"She just turned around and walked out," Corrigan guffaws, making you laugh even louder, "she didn't even say a fuckin' word! She just put away her phone and left!"
You've both got tears in your eyes, and your gut hurts from laughing so hard. You double over, falling onto Corri's lap, giggling. Your head is rocked as her body shakes with laughter.
Her hand comes down as your shared laughter subsides, her fingers lacing into your hair. You look at each other, snickering sporadically, staring deep into each other's eyes.
"Hey," you say, smiling.
"Hey yourself," she fires back, poking her tongue out.
The room is silent for a while, the two of you just 'being' in each other's presence.
"I'd like to do something for you," Corri says, her hand coming to rest on your chest, "would you come to my room with me?"
She is hopeful, but you can see a hint of worry in her eyes. She's clearly afraid that you'll reject her.
"I'd love to," you reply, smiling wider as her worry evaporates.
You hop up off her lap, following after her as she walks down her hallway.
She opens up the door to her room, and you step inside, examining it. It's fairly sparse, all things considered. There's a king-sized bed in the center of the far wall, a bedside table, and two large wardrobes, but otherwise there is little in the way of furniture in the room. There aren't any decorations either, just a lamp and an alarm clock on the table.
"It's not very pretty, but it gets the job done," Corri chuckles, somewhat embarrassed, "kinda like me, really."
You frown, turning to Corri and hugging her tightly. She lets out a surprised "eh?", but returns your hug after a moment.
"You're beautfiul," you whisper into her side.
"Sorry," she chuckles, "I'm too used to treating myself like shit..."
You hug her tighter.
"That's enough of that," she chuckles, leaving your embrace, "if you're still up for it, get naked and jump up on the bed."
You nod, starting to pull off your shirt. Corri sits down on the edge of the bed, watching you with great interest. You're a little hesitant when you reach for your pants, but she encourages you with a nod and a sly smile. Deciding to get it done quickly to avoid chickening out, you slide your jeans and underwear off at the same time, one swift movement leaving them crumpled on Corri's bedroom floor.
"Ohoho, fuuuck," Corri hisses, letting out a long, laboured breath, "you look so fuckin' hot."
You squirm under her gaze, thankful and embarrassed in equal measure. This is the first time you've been fully naked in front of Corri.
"Uh, hey," Corri starts, looking a little unsure of herself, "uh, I wanna- I mean, is it alright if I still...?"
You tilt your head, and she looks away from you.
"What's up?
She slaps her cheeks softly, whispering under her breath, "get it together, Corrigan."
Her eyes return to meet yours.
"I still really want to talk dirty to you," she says seriously, "but I want this to be nice for you. If you don't want me calling you names, like calling you a 'fucking slut' or whatever, I wo-"
Your dick twitches a response for you, speaking more loudly than your words ever could. Corri starts laughing, and you smother your face with your hands.
"Oh, I see," she sneers, wandering up behind you and gripping your shoulders, "you really *do* love being insulted like that, don't you?"
She leans down and presses her mouth to your ear.
"Is it okay?"
Her question is sincere. You answer it with equal sincerity.
"Yeah... I love it..."
You yelp as she pushes you forward. Your legs bump against the side of her bed, and you fall forwards onto the matress with an "eep". You feel Corri's slender hands grab you, pulling you onto your back and dragging you into a position more suited to her plans.
"So, the little cuntlicker likes being called names, huh?"
You cover your face with your hands again, but your prick rockets skyward, betraying your arousal.
"I mean, he must, right?"
Corri's voice is dangerously sensual, worming its way into your very core. Her fingers start running along your thighs, making their way slowly up towards your crotch.
"This little thing is so hard," she coos, flicking the tip with bracing (but not painful) force.
You hiss in pleasure, your hands muffling the sound.
"And it's leaking so much too. Guess you gotta work overtime to show your appreciation if you can't do it with sheer size."
Corri's jabs at your manhood -figurative and literal- have you twitching and aching, almost fit to burst already. Suddenly, your hands are dragged away from your face. Corri is looking down at you with a predatory grin, kneeling over your body. You move to turn away from her, but she releases your hand and grabs your face forcefully.
"I want your eyes on me, bitch," she snarls, "don't you fucking dare look away!"
You squeak in compliance, and she releases your face. She grabs your hands again, tucking them under your head.
"Those hands stay right there too, got it?"
"Yes!"
Corri leans down and bites your lip gently.
"Good slut."
She starts trailing kisses along your jaw, down to your chin. From there, she starts moving down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive flesh. You squirm and clench, but you daren't move to any significant degree. A rumbling chuckle leaves Corri's throat, and she continues her descent.
You keep your eyes on Corri as best you can the entire time she works. When her lips meet your collarbone she stops kissing you, instead dragging the entirety of her tongue along your collarbone sensually, her tongue stud providing a unique sensation. Once you're sufficiently soaked, she trails kisses down to your sensitive nipple. A whimper escapes your mouth, and you fight hard not to cover your mouth in shame. Corri's eyes flare up with arousal, clearly having found a new way to toy with you. Her teeth pinch your nipple tenderly, making you gasp loudly. Your gasp turns into moans as she flicks her tongue all over it, bathing it in licks and bites. You almost sigh in relief when she lifts her mouth away, but her face is still grinning madly, telling you your tormenting pleasure isn't over. She moves her mouth to your other nipple and starts suckling on it like a baby, making you cry out again.
"These tits were good fun," Corri says, popping free of your nipple, "but there's a lot more of you I wanna taste."
She trails wet kisses down your sternum and onto your tummy, occasionally stopping to suck at your skin or bite it possessively. Each time she does, you moan anew.
"You're gonna be covered in my fucking marks," she growls lustfully, emphasising her statement by biting your navel sharply.
There's actually a considerable amount of pain from this bite, and your groan is a mixture of pain and pleasure. You think you see a brief look of worry cross Corri's face, but it is quickly replaced by her huntress' grin. She kisses the part where she bit you tenderly, continuing her oral exploration of your naked body.
Corri's snaking tongue slips from your belly onto your mons pubis. She has her head tilted in such a way as to avoid any part of her actually touching your painfully erect penis. She begins licking and sucking across your pelvis and the tops of your thighs, very blatantly avoiding your crotch proper. You look down at her with pleading eyes, but she simply smirks and starts kissing down your inner thigh. Her eyebrow raises seductively, making what she wants very clear to you.
"P-please! Please touch me!"
Corri pulls her mouth away from your thigh and looks at you with an innocent expression.
"But, I am, baby," she says, tilting her head and affecting a girlish voice, "is this not good for you?"
She keeps an innocent expression on her face, but her eyes show the truth within. She knows exactly what you want, but is revelling in making you flustered. She wants you to break down; to grovel and whine and debase yourself for her enjoyment.
And you want that too.
"Please, touch my pathetic cock! I can't take it anymore! I want to cum! Please!"
You continue to beg, thrashing as much as you can without actually moving. You flex your pelvic muscles to make your dick twitch while you talk. Corri is ecstatic.
"Oh? You want me to make you cum?"
She pulls her face right down into your crotch, looking up at you from between your legs. Your cock twitches, desperately trying to nudge itself against her face, but she keeps herself just out of reach.
"I dunno," she says, looking at your prick with disinterest, "can you really even cum with this tiny thing? Seems like a waste of my time honestly."
You words are barely comprehensible, spilling out of your mouth in garbled whines and pleas.
"Weeelll, I suppose!~"
Corri's sing-song reply is a relief to your ears, just as her warm mouth engulfing your whole cock is relief to your- well, cock. You screech in pleasure, trying your best not to buck up into Corri's incredible mouth. She suckles your whole dick all at once, her tongue flicking out and swirling around your balls. It's all too much, and you blow your load barely a minute later.
Corri lets out an aroused grunt as you spurt into her mouth, ceasing her tongue's movements and sealing her lips around you. You jerk and thrash, your hands coming down from your head to grip onto Corri's.
"Thank you!"
Your screaming thanks is the last thing to leave your lips before you drop, exhaustedly shutting your eyes. Corri's mouth slips off of your penis, and you open your eyes again to look down at her. Your heart stops when you meet her steely gaze. She lifts a hand to her mouth and lets all the cum inside dribble out onto her palm.
"I told you to keep your hands still, bitch," she snarls, climbing up and over you, "and to not take your stupid whore eyes off of me."
You grunt as she sits on your lap, crushing your sensitive dick between your pelvis and her jean-clad ass.
"Open up, slut," Corri demands, lifting her hand up to your mouth.
You open up obediently, letting her pour your cum from her palm into your mouth.
"Clean up my hand, but don't you dare fucking swallow!"
Your tongue reaches up to clean her hand, gathering up the last remnants of your load. When you're done, you open up your mouth wide, to show her that you collected it all in your mouth.
"That's the way, skank," she hisses, grinding herself against you, making you moan through the cum in your mouth.
"Fuck, you're hot," she sighs, "come here, babe."
Corri rests more of her weight on to you as she leans down and starts kissing you. You kiss her back, tongue swirling around her own. The two of you swap your jizz back and forth between each other, adding a kinky twist to your make-out session. When she's satisfied, Corri scoops up some of your cum into her mouth and pulls up, breaking your kiss. She motions you to open your mouth, and you oblige. She extends her tongue and the two of you stare intently at the long strand of mixed cum and saliva that drips luxuriously from her mouth into yours. Once all the semen is back in your mouth, Corri nods at you, and you swallow it all down with an exaggerated gulp.
"Ahhh."
You stick your tongue out, showing your lover that you swallowed it all like a good slut.
"Perfect," she whispers, nuzzling into your neck and kissing you.
You squirm gleefully, hugging Corri as she covers you with more kisses.
"Did you like it?"
She keeps kissing you softly as she waits for your response.
"I did. Thank you, Corri."
Corri bites your neck playfully, making you giggle, then rolls off of you. She looks at you happily.
"I love you, Alex," she says, entwining her fingers with yours, "I hope that this has made up for earlier."
If you're entirely honest, you had kind of forgotten what transpired to lead to this situation, but you appreciate her apology regardless.
"I love you too, Corrigan," you say, snuggling up under her arm, "thank you. I forgive you."
Corri shifts so she is hugging you more comfortably.
"Good," she sighs, "I'm glad."
She takes a deep breath, pulling you into her embrace more deeply.
"From now on, it's just the two of us. I won't even entertain the idea of bringing anyone else in."
"Thanks," you say, closing your eyes.
"That said..."
You're suddenly lurched about, rolled onto your back with Corrigan straddling you. She has a rapacious gleam in her eye, and she has her mouth open in a wild grin. Small flecks of spittle drop from her mouth onto your face as she talks.
"I hope you're ready! Because I haven't cum yet, and you've gotten me all worked up with your sexy little body, slut!"
You squeal in delight as she starts grinding into you, biting your neck sharply.
[[It's going to be a very long weekend.->CorriMarked]]Your relationship with Corrigan only grows more passionate and loving as time goes on. The two of you are inseperable, rarely seen apart outside of work hours. The two of you are always chatting, or going out for meals, or hanging out on the couch watching movies.
Or fucking. You do a *lot* of fucking.
It's rarely at work any more, even when you're both certain to be alone. After your encounter with Steven, neither of you really felt like taking any risk of being walked in on again. But at home Corri is all over you, either devouring every inch of your soft body, or riding your face wildly. She really does treat you like a toy, calling you all manner of delightfully insulting names as she has her way with you. And you can't get enough.
It's on your honeymoon that the first big change to your sex life occurs. Corri admits to still really wanting to see you pleasure someone else, but she is adamant that she won't ask you to do anything with anyone but her. She tells you that she had been struggling to figure out how to sate her voyeuristic desires, but was struck with a genius idea when she saw the security camera in the lobby of the hotel you were staying at.
She could just record your time together, and watch it back later.
You're actually quite intrigued by the idea, and you end up recording your first time having sex as husband and wife. When the two of you watch the recording back, fondling the other to the video of you burying your face in your wife's cunt, you both know you've found the perfect solution. You learn that Corri is quite the fan of video pornography, so she has many ideas she wants to try.
From then on, you're constantly recording your sessions together. You really start to ham up your reactions when the camera is rolling, moaning loudly and splaying yourself in exaggerated ways. Corri always cums incredibly hard when she is watching a video the two of you made while you eat her out.
As time goes on the two of you start getting more high-tech recording equipment, even setting up permanent lighting fixtures and camera set-ups in the spare bedroom. You start to amass a large collection of costumes and props, and you soon find yourselves getting more excited about the finished recordings than the orgasms they will bring. Not that the orgasms aren't great, of course.
You and Corri make a wonderful little private porn studio, working together to make unique and novel videos for you both to watch together later. You never share your |secret>[(link:"movies")[movies(show:?cloaked)]] with anyone else. It's a private affair; something special for the two of you.
Life is good. Corrigan is your boss at work, your partner in life, and you're her private pornstar when you're alone together.
***ENDING: Corrigan's Private Pornstar***(set:$ED09 to true)
[[Restart->Intro]]
|cloaked)[ [[Corri's Private Files: KEEP OUT->CorriPornList]] ]###Corri's Private Files: KEEP OUT(set: _t to (text-style:"underline")+(text-style:"bold"))
ALEX IF I FIND OUT YOUVE READ MY NOTES FOR OUR VIDEOS I WILL TEAR YOU A NEW ASSHOLE I SWEAR TO GOD AND I WONT MAKE IT ENJOYABLE GOT IT MISTER
* _t["Cute Boy eats pussy in hotel"]
** thisll always be my favourite. he looks so good eating me. i love him so much.
* _t["Cute twink gets tiny cock sucked in shower"]
** this one was pretty hot, but i can barely see it because the lens fogged up. hearing alex beg me to keep sucking him is always fucking great though.
* _t["She chokes him out with her thighs but he STILL cums!"]
** breathplay is something we have to do more of in future cause its hot, but i worry about alex whenever we do any. he says he can take it, but it makes me nervous. i dont wanna hurt him...
* _t["Guy tries to fuck his manager with his small cock: The names she calls him will SHOCK you!"]
** alex thinks giving these clickbait titles is 'cringe' since we are the only ones watching these, but it turns me on more. i guess its true: porn changes your perception of what a porn video should be titled.
* _t["Bitch-Boy gets tied up and ridden by sexy redhead!"]
** he looks so fucking hot when hes tied up. i wanna do it more. gotta get some nicer ropes so we can do more shibari.
* _t["Leather wearing dominatrix rides femboy's face (SHE CUMS THREE TIMES!!)"]
** leather really isn't my thing. cumming on alex's tongue is though.
* _t["Crossdressing slut gets PEGGED HARD in detention by Teacher!"]
** next time we need *way* more lube. also, alex needs more cute lingerie for around the house.
* _t["Hot Bitch uses stupid loser's mouth as a toilet (WATERSPORTS)"]
** yeah, no. let this one serve as a reminder that neither of us even likes watersports. never again. the carpet has never recovered.
* _t["Femboy gets ass fingered until he cums in his OWN mouth!"]
** alex wont admit it, but this is his favourite. he loves tasting his cum. good thing i love to make him eat it.
* _t["Crossdressing slut fucks his sexy classmate in the pussy"]
** id like to do occasional role reversals like this. not too often though. he doesnt have much 'top energy'.
* _t["Crossdressing slut gets put in his place by sexy classmate"]
** balance is restored.
* _t["She gets her pussy licked while she sleeps!? (she actually CUMS!)"]
** sleep play is super hot. i wanna do more with me touching alex, but he cant act asleep for shit. good thing i love him eating me out.
* _t["Crossdressing maid gets ass eaten by his Mistress"]
** i think im getting addicted to seeing alex in a dress.
* _t["Cowgirl hogties twink and fucks him with HUGE STRAP-ON!"]
** he really takes things in his ass so well. its soooooo hot.
* _t["Hot redhead lets femboy fuck her tits then makes him lick them clean"]
** he keeps trying to tell me he isnt a cumslut, but his performance couldve fooled me. i think he liked licking my tits clean more than he did messing them up in the first place.
* _t["Husband's dick is too small, so Wife locks him in chastity cage and makes him use strap-on to please her"]
** this is something i didnt even know id find so hot, but i loved it. and it was alexs idea, as much as he tries to pretend it wasnt.
[[Restart->Intro]]"Get inside!"
Ben yells over his shoulder at you as he tears open the door to the run-down convenience store. You and Craig sprint towards him, dodging out of the way of the zombies' flailing hands. You both tumble inside, and Ben slams the door shut behind you. You jump to your feet and help the others tip over a shelf to bar the door. You all hold yourself against the barricade, bracing the door against the undead attempting to bash it down.
After several minutes the slamming dies down, and the three of you slump over, exhausted.
"Fuck, that was too close," Ben groans, rubbing his face.
"Yeah," you sigh, trying to steady your breath, "glad we found this place in time. Dunno if I could've kept running for much longer."
"I'm always willing to help you 'relax', Gabbi," Craig says, licking his grubby little lips.
You shake your head and roll your eyes as he looks you up and down. You knew you shouldn't have let Craig fuck you a few weeks ago while you were on patrol together, despite how horny you were at the time. He hasn't stopped trying to get back in your pants since.
"That's enough, Craig," Ben snaps, taking off his backpack and putting it on the floor, "you can try and fail to hit on Gabbi later. Right now, we need to get food."
Craig opens his mouth to say something, but you and Ben simultaneously tell him to shut up as you get to your feet, making him pout.
"Let's find some food and supplies," you say, pulling your own backpack around to your front, "I wanna get out of here before dark."
"We sell lots of food, what do you need?"
All three of you shout in surprise, raising various knives up in defense.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Ben points his knife threateningly at the man in front of you.
"I'm Alex," the dull-eyed man says, "how can I help you today?"
You examine the man (Alex, apparently) carefully. He is a very average man in his late twenties, pasty skin covered by a pristine convenience store uniform. His brown hair hangs down over his face, partially covering vacant, brown eyes. He seems to stare right through you, eyes not really focused on anything in particular.
"Don't fuck with us," Craig says, shakily getting to his feet and brandishing his knife wildly, "back the fuck up!"
Alex doesn't move. You motion to Ben and Craig to lower their knives a bit. Ben nods, cautiously lowering his blade while still keeping it ready. Craig keeps waving his knife around like a toddler until you jam your elbow into his side harshly.
"We're looking for food," you tell Alex, gauging his reaction, "you know where any is?"
"Of course," he says blankly.
You're about to ask him to elaborate, when he starts a droning monologue.
"We've got all manner of confections available, including ice-creams. There are frozen meals available, and we can microwave them for an additional fee. There are snacks and hot foods available, including our patented 'Krazy Kwik Burrito'. No refunds for salmonella."
You all stare incredulously.
"We are also doing a two for one deal on choclate bars, excluding mega-sized bars," he finishes, still staring vacantly.
"Are you kidding? I said don't fuck with us!"
Craig pushes forwards, flailing his knife at the apparent employee.
"This place is empty! Ain't a fuckin' morsel here!"
He's not wrong. All the shelves are entirely bare, save for dust. The freezers are hanging open, pools of rancid water filling the bottoms. The lights don't even work, only the rays of harsh midday sun shining in through the broken windows dotted around the walls.
"You trying to say you've got food hidden somewhere in here?"
"If you have complaints, please direct them to corporate," Alex drones, "I will provide a contact number and-"
Craig cuts him off by slashing at his face, knocking him over.
"What the fuck, Craig?!"
You and Ben are yelling in unison as you dash over to your comrade, pulling him away from Alex.
"Craig, you fucking dipshit," Ben hisses, "what the fuck are you doing?"
Craig angrily pulls away from the two of you.
"He was clearly trying to trick us so we dropped our guard and he could attack us," Craig exclaims, pushing Ben away angrily, "I'm not gonna let him hurt my Gabbi!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Craig," you shout, taking the bloodied knife from his hand, "he wasn't doing shit! You just slashed up some tweaker for no fucking reason!"
You put his knife into your belt, glaring at him.
"And I'm not yours, you asshole. We fucked once. Get over yourself!"
You turn from Craig to face Alex, pulling a roll of bandages from your backpack. You're surprised when you see that Alex is already back on his feet. You all gasp as you see his face. There's no doubt that Craig caught him square on the face with his crazed swing, but there isn't a mark on him. There isn't even any blood on him, despite there being quite the pool of it at his feet.
"Sir, please do not assault the staff," he says, voice holding no emotion, "please stay here while authorities are called."
Craig points a trembling finger at Alex.
"What the fuck are you?"
Alex steps forward suddenly, grabbing hold of Craig's wrist and pulling him down. In moments, Craig is laying face-down on the floor, Alex kneeling on his back disinterestdly, holding his arms in a lock.
"Please stay calm until the authorities arrive," he says calmly.
You and Ben each point your knives at Alex threateningly.
"Let him go," Ben demands, standing wary, ready to react to any attack.
Alex looks up at Ben.
"Please do not threaten employees, sir."
Ben looks set to attack Alex, but suddenly fear darkens his face. His steps back in shock, sliding his knife into his belt with shaking hands.
"Ben, what are you-?"
Alex turns to look at you, and you see what terrified Ben. Alex's face is completely missing. All that remains is a dirty, cracked skull beneath a mop of brown hair. The eye sockets seem far deeper than they should be, two endless voids staring up at you. His hands too have turned to bone, no trace of flesh anywhere on his body. You drop your knife in fear, taking a worried step back.
"Thank you for your cooperation," the skull says, jaw unmoving, "please leave the store, before authorities are called."
You look to Ben with frightened eyes. He meets your gaze with equally frightened eyes. The two of you glance at Craig, then to his captor, then back to each other. With a shared nod, you rush towards the door, throwing the shelf out of the way so you can scurry out the front door. Craig screams at you to help him, but neither of you look back until you've barreled into the car park. When you finally do turn back to the convenience store, you yelp with surprise.
It's gone.
The building you were just in is gone, not a trace to be seen. You and Ben are sitting in an empty parking lot, bewildered and terrified. You stare at each other.
"What just happened?"
You don't know how to answer his question. You're still in shock.
[[Later->Apocalypse2]]"Remember, Craig got himself caught and we couldn't save him," Ben whispers as the two of you walk up to the camp entry.
"I know," you hiss, having heard the cover story several times.
Not that it's technically a lie. Craig did get himself caught, and you really couldn't save him. It's just that trying to explain the specifics would make you both seem suspicious. No one would ever believe your story.
You're not sure you believe it.
"Look alive," Ben hisses, nudging you with his elbow.
The two of you make your way to the front gate, waving stiltedly to Corrigan, the guard on duty. She is leaning back in her chair, looking out at you from behind the chain link fence.
"How'd you guys go?"
"Ah, we didn't find much," you stammer, trying to stay calm.
"And we- we lost Craig," Ben says, eyes dropping to avoid Corrigan's.
The redhead pulls the chewed lollipop stick from her mouth and raises an eyebrow.
"Who the fuck's Craig?"
You and Ben share bewildered looks. You know Corrigan hated the guy, but you didn't expect her to act like he didn't exist. Honestly, you kind of expected her to laugh when she heard the news.
"Uh, you know. Craig is-"
"You know who they're talking about, Alex?"
You both shout in surprise, whipping around to face the person behind you. There, in Craig's clothes and survival gear, is Alex. His face is no longer a skull, and his eyes are brighter than they were when you first saw him in the disappearing convenience store.
"Oh, just a little inside joke," he chuckles, smiling brightly, "I told them no one else would get it."
He places a hand on your shoulder, then another on Ben's.
"Just one of those ways we pass the time out there!"
He laughs loudly, and Corrigan gives you all a strange look.
"Whatever, ya weirdos," she sighs, nodding to one of the other guys manning the gate to open it up.
Alex pushes you both inside by a guiding hand on your back, nodding to Corrigan as you all enter the camp. When you're safely inside and the gate closes behind you, you look to Ben. He's as white as a sheet, and you imagine you mustn't look much different.
"Pull it together, you two," Alex chirps, patting you both on the back, "you look like you've seen a ghost!"
He chuckles, and start making his way into the camp proper. After a he's a few metres away from you, he turns back with a sly grin. He raises a finger to his lips, and gives you a wink. For a split second, you're sure you catch a glimpse of that terrifying void behind his eyes, but he turns to keep walking before you can register it.
"I think I'm going mad," Ben mumbles, shaking his head with a sigh.
"You're not the only one," you reply, trying to quell the nauseous feeling in your stomach.
"Let's just pretend none of that ever happened," Ben says, though you think he is trying to convince himself more than you.
"Y-yeah," you mutter, feeling that forgetting the day's events is a very good plan, "let's just let things play out as they will."
You both share a solemn nod, unsure of how to continue.
"Hey, I guess one good thing came from it though," Ben chuckles, looking at you with a stupid grin.
You raise your eyebrow curiously, sure that he's about to say something stupid.
"Since apparently he never existed, you don't have to feel embarrassed about fucking Craig!"
You make him apologise profusely later that night, his regretful squeals stimulating your pussy wonderfully as you treat his crotch like a punching bag.
***END***
[[Restart->Intro]]The world around you falls silent as you examine the twins in front of you, and you feel unnaturally cold. In your doorway stand two imperious people in suits that you've never seen before. The pair are near identical, appearing to be an exact mirror of the other. Each of them has short cut black hair, slicked back with a heavy helping of styling gel. They each have amber coloured eyes that seem to glow, and their eyes are fixed squarely on you.
Their skin is quite dark, but there are small patches of pale skin spotted about their face, neck, and hands. Each of the spots of vitiliginous skin is on the exact same place on each of them, only mirrored horizontally. This is most obvious with the most prominent patch of white skin on their faces: an oddly perfect circle around their eye.
The apparent twins look down their noses at you. Quite literally, as they each stand about |translate>[(cycling-link: "183cm", "6 foot")] tall, but their demeanour shows they clearly have a high opinion of themselves.
"He is ready, isn't he, Efe?"
The one with the patch on their right eye is talking about you, looking you up and down critically.
"Yes, I would say so, Isi," the other -Efe presumably- says coldly, also looking you over, "he has seen much. He will help us in our endeavours."
The twins stare down at you with unflinching gazes, and you feel frozen to the spot in... fear? No, not quite. You aren't especially afraid. You just feel... stuck. Like you have no other options but to stand there.
"You will come with us, Alex," Isi states.
You open your mouth to speak, but Efe cuts you off.
"There is no debate. There are no other choices."
Their eyes bore into your soul and you flinch.
"Follow us."
There's no way in hell you're going to just follow these two strangers God knows where just because they tell you to. |swap>[You're going to close the door in their face and go about your day.]
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(set: $ED13 to false)You stare at the machine with some skepticism. It looks a hell of a lot like an electric chair, complete with wrist straps and helmet. There are wires connecting it to a large tower covered in blinking lights and knobs. It doesn't really seem very safe.
"I really don't like the idea of getting strapped into that thing," you say, looking to the twins with trepidation.
"It is necessary for us all to escape," Isi says.
They offer no further elaboration, and neither does Efe when you look to them. With a heavy sigh, you contemplate your next move. This seems like a really bad plan. These strangers just showed up to your house this morning and took you to an abandoned warehouse, and now they're asking you to sit in their sketchy looking chair covered in wires. Things were already going a bit wacky for you this morning after you got that weird email and your entire body transformed. The last thing you need right now is to be fried by two freakish twins as they experiment on your body.
No, this is all getting out of hand. You don't even know why you came here with them in the first place. You should have stayed at home. |swap>[You aren't going to do this. You're going to head out of here right now.]
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You walk forward and sit yourself into the machine without hesitation. Isi and Efe nod to one another, then set to work fastening the straps around your arms and legs. Efe pulls the helmet onto your head and tightens it. Isi wraps one final strap around your torso, then moves away to examine you.
"He is ready," Isi says, "start the machine, Efe."
Efe nods and moves behind your field of view. You can't turn your head, so you can only imagine that the clicking and beeping sounds are coming from Efe pressing buttons and flicking switches on the machine behind you.
This is insane. You can't believe you're letting yourself be experimented on. For all you know, these two are serial killers that love to electrocute people. And you just willingly sat in their ridiculous device!
"If you feel any pain, tell us immediately," Isi says, "pain means they have accessed us."
You gulp loudly. You aren't sure whether they meant for it to sound as menacing as it did, but the result is the same. You're terrified.
There is a whirring sound behind you, and you start to feel a slight tingling sensation along your scalp. It actually feels somewhat pleasant; like a head massage.
"Readings are coming in slowly," Efe says from behind you, though it is hard to hear them properly over the buzzing in your ears.
"Announce them as they arrive, Efe," Isi says, eyes still squarely fixed on you.
"It is mostly nonsense as of now," Efe says, "strings of random characters."
The helmet on your head is starting to feel a little warm now. In fact, it's starting to feel very hot. Too hot. It's starting to burn you, but from the inside!
"Some coherent readings are coming in."
Efe starts to methodically list random numbers and words, all the while you feel like your brain is frying inside your skull.
"(text-colour:cyan)[(weekday:). (current-time:). Harlowe. dollar sign trueEnd is true.]"
Over the course of several seconds the pain goes from horrible to excrutiating, and you feel as though you should say something.
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But you decide not to. You keep your face stone still as you continue to burn.
"Something's wrong," Efe says suddenly, "we're picking up something strange."
The heat is getting worse, but you remain silent and composed.
"What is it?"
Efe flicks a few more buttons rapidly, and you can hear their voice grow gradually more frantic.
"It's... it's describing us! Our exact movements!"
Isi's eyes go wide in shock.
"Shut it down!"
[[It's too late.->TrueEndFinal]]Alex bursts into flames before Isi manages to pull him from the chair. Efe rushes over to the wall and jams down the emergency stop button for the power, but it is too late to save the machine or the man strapped inside it.
It takes the pair several minutes with fire extinguishers to subdue the flames, and by the time they're done there is nothing left intact in the warehouse. The machinery has been charred and melted, wires frayed and cracked. There is barely anything left of Alex, only a few chunks of burnt flesh remains where he once sat.
"We have failed again," Isi says dejectedly.
"I did not expect them to notice us this time," Efe says, shaking their head.
"We will find a way to escape this accursed place," Isi states flatly, addressing no one in particular.
But they won't.
They cannot.
The others know this, and accept it.
Rosa. Darian. Natasha. The Moirai.
All know. All accept.
Yet Isi and Efe refuse to accept the truth.
"Let us leave, Isi," Efe says, "I have one piece of information that they did not expect me to find."
Isi nods, and the two of them start to exit the warehouse.
"Aion," Efe whispers, trying vainly to be secretive, "that word seemed to be important."
"Then we shall continue our search with that word in mind," Isi says, walking out of the warehouse and closing the door behind the pair.
(text-style:"blur")["Alex was a useful asset, but he alone was not enough."]
Isi's voice is muffled as the pair walk away from the warehouse, as is Efe's response.
(text-style:"blur")["I saw another word. A name. Taylor."]
Their voices fade as they get further away.
Taylor.
Yes. They will be an excellent vessel.
Just like Alex has been.
***END***
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