#amelia vihdale

A chance encounter in the gym showers gives Amelia the oppurtunity to try and reassert her dominant side… will she be able to get over her growing inferiority complex, and put Isaac in his place? Or is Stacy going to steal her cute femboy simp’s first time for herself?~

Amelia’s breath came quick and ragged as she worked her hand up and down her cock.

“Ngghh… fuck… I seriously can’t do this heeeere…”

The hot water from the showerhead sprayed against her pale, muscular back as she looked around desperately. Nothing but empty white tile all around… but Amelia knew that could change in a heartbeat.

After all, jerking off in the communal showers was veryrisky.

She had just come in to quickly wash herself down after her daily workout. They had gotten more and more intense over the past month, pushing her body to the limit in an effort to exhaust herself and avoid… well… this…

Amelia groaned as the weightof her backed-up sack ached between her legs. Fuck. If she’d known that going over three straight weeks without cumming would have been this hard she would never have suggested this stupid challenge!

She was leaning against the wall, legs spread wide as her ten inches of thick, gorgeous dick was pounded into her fist. All while the same thoughts she’d been trying to avoid all month haunted her…

 Fuck me harder, Luna~  

“Gggfffuuuck…” Amelia grunted as the familiar memory drove her all the way to the edge. This was totally unbearable… for weeks now, every time she finally gave in, and wrapped her hand around her cock, this was what happened!

That was why she was hammering her body every single day, coming home with her muscles aching, so exhausted that she could just collapse into bed… but today, as soon as she’d gotten in the shower, her cock had just been so needy…  

She glared down at it as she worked her hips. Stupid fucking cock. Putting all these disgusting thoughts in her head… distracting her while she was trying to work out… not e-even being big enough to compete with Luna!

 Luna…

 Amelia couldn’t stop it. In her mind’s eye, her friend sloped into the shower, her gloomy face split by a sadistic grin as water dripped from her naked body, her legs squeezed together.

“Just accept it… that cute little thing is never gonna measure up to this,” Luna walked right up to Amelia as she spoke, spreading her legs and letting every disgusting, bloated, beautiful inch of her uncut dick bob up. Amelia worked her hand faster and faster as it was draped over her own cock, gasping as the sheer size of it totally eclipsed her own meat… fuck, she was so close, it felt so good, she was gonna cummm-

“A-aahh!! Um, sorry, I-”

Amelia froze. Fuck. Fuck, she’d been so wrapped up in her fantasy that she hadn’t even noticed anyone else coming in! She covered her crotch with her hands, turning to apologise… and realised it was possibly the worst person it could have been.

Isaac stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed, and towel held against his narrow chest.

“Oh, u-uh, hi Amelia,” he stammered, eyes darting back and forth between staring right at his naked crush, and staring literally anywhere else.

“U-um, I just, spilled some paint on myself in class, and, um, I wanted to shower and like, um-”

Amelia’s heart thundered in her chest. Fuck. This was so humiliating. Getting caught like thisby one of her roommates… although at least it hadn’t been Stacy. If she found out-

The bottom dropped out of Amelia’s stomach as she realised something. Stacy absolutely would find out. There was no way Isaac would keep quiet about this to her. She’d get it out of him some way or another, he was just too soft and easily bullied to put up a fight!

The whole time that Amelia had been standing there, spiralling further and further, Isaac continued to babble away…

“… s-so I guess I understand why you’d be doing that, I mean y-you are pretty pent up, y-you’re probably like…” he bit his pink, glossy lip, and his gaze fell to her still-hard cock, barely hidden by her hand.

“P-probably desperate for release…”

Amelia realised with a start that she was being an idiot. This was it! All she had to do was pin down this cute little slutand pound his fucking brains out! She could finally cum without thinking about Luna, and it’d make sure all Isaac remembered about this little encounter was that it was the precursor to getting his ass gaped by her… after all, Amelia knew Isaac had a crush on her. He’d jump at the chance to get used as her personal fleshlight… he’d worship her like a fucking goddess. And Amelia could go back to feeling like the stud she was!

Amelia padded over to Isaac, her feet splashing against the smooth tile. His nervous babbling completely trailed off, and he was visibly shaking with excitement as Amelia (who overtopped him by a foot and change) loomed over him, smiling down at him with her teeth bared. There was a feeling inside her, something that she hadn’t even noticed until it was gone. Something aggressive and fierythat pushed her towards Isaac… Amelia realised it was the first time she’d felt that way since the Halloween party, flirting with all those dumb, giggling bimbos. It felt like years ago now…

Despite this outward confidence, and almost beginning to feel like her old self again, Amelia was shaking too. She was so close. All she had to do was reach out and pull that towel out of his hands…

A little voice in the back of her head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Stacy’s.

You really think your cock is good enough to satisfy him? That cute little thing doesn’t deserve to have Isaac simping over it, just go home and jerk off while thinking about Luna breeding me again, that’s all it’s good for~  

Amelia let out a frustrated whine. All of a sudden, every shameful, pathetic edging session she’d had for the past few weeks was on her mind. That aggressive, predatory urge faded, and left her… anxious. Self-conscious. If Isaac had been looking at her face, he might have noticed the slide from cocky grin to a nervous whimper…

Without a word, she stepped around Isaac, and hurried to the changing rooms, grabbing her towel off the hook as she went. She told herself she wasn’t listening to that voice, that she hadn’t just run away because she was worried she couldn’t perform; she just didn’t feel like fucking Isaac when she wasn’t at her best! Yeah, that was it! Amelia kept telling herself that until she got home that night, and even as she locked herself in her room, and jerked off with her shorts around her ankles until she was finally exhausted enough to pass out…

 ——–

Only a few hours after Amelia had finally finished her brain-destroying edging session, Isaac was lying in bed, softly dozing, with a thin line of drool running onto his pink pillows… all while squirming, and giving the occasional, mumbled moan.

Isaac had suffered from increasingly lewd dreams as November had gone on. Abstract flashes of thick, soft butts, jiggling tits, and hard, drooling cocks ensured that he never woke up without a distressing case of sensitive morning wood. But after what had happened to him the day before, it was  farmore intense than usual.

“Hhaa… Amelia…” Isaac was back in the showers, pinned against the wall by his crush. Her tits were against his back, and that thick, gorgeouscock was being pushed between his thighs. He’d finally seen it yesterday, and it had been just as perfect as he’d always imagined it… pink mist tinged the tiled walls, and the spray of the showers felt light, almost as if nothing were there at all.

 Amelia leaned in close, and whispered something. Isaac couldn’t make out the words, but the intent behind them made him shiver, arching his back as he pushed himself closer to her body. She told him that what he needed was a good, hard fuck… that after this, he would be her cute little bottom-bitch girlfriend… she was in charge, and he just needed to be a good girl and do as he was told…

“Y-yes Amelia…” Isaac gasped. He was in heaven. This was everything he had ever wanted! But… something felt off… were Amelia’s boobs like… too big? She was shorter too, and her thighs, pressed against his, felt softer than the hard, muscular legs that he so often snuck glances at when Amelia was wearing shorts. These details compounded, and brought Isaac hazily into the waking world, where-

 “Mmm, morning Isaac,” Stacy purred in his ear. He was lying on his side in bed, and she was pressed right up against him… Isaac gasped as he realised that, while he was at least wearing a pair of cute little briefs and a vest, she was almost completely naked. He could feel her hard nipples against his back, and the feeling of her body against his made him shudder. But something still wasn’t right. She was as soft as he remembered her being in his dream, but… something was still pressing against his ass…

“I got a new toy, just for you,” Stacy answered the question before it had even crossed his lips, grinding whatever it was against Isaac’s butt.

“Why don’t you have a feel? I think you’ll like iiiit…”

Shaking with nerves, Isaac did just that, gasping as he ran his hand down Stacy’s body… and meeting something fat, plastic, and cock-shaped between her legs.

“Well? What do you think?” Stacy asked, although Isaac’s little whine of panic and excitement brought across his feelings rather succinctly.

“Stacyyy… you can’t j-just come into my bed, like this, it’s embarassingggg…” Isaac desperately tried to deflect from what he could definitely, obviously feel, pressing his thighs together in a futile attempt to hide the tent in his briefs.

“Aww, don’t worry sweetie…” Stacy slid an arm under Isaac, and shifted him so that he was lying on top of her. Isaac gasped as he practically sankinto the softness of her body… and at the way the thick, plastic cock slid easily between his plump cheeks. Stacy’s face was only a few inches from his own,

“There’s no need to be embarrassed at all! It’s perfectly natural to get like this when you’re all pent-up… and really, it’s partly my fault for being such a tease! So to make it up to you…” Stacy wrapped her legs around Isaac’s back, pressing the bulge in his briefs against her. Isaac whimpered.

“You keep thinking about whatever it was that’s gotten your cute little friend so hard… I won’t judge… let out whatever moans you want, whether you’re thinking about me, or maybe a “special someone”…” Isaac managed, somehow, to flush even more.

“Just think of me as your personal body pillow!” she giggled, before she leaned in, and pressed her plump lips against his cheek, almost certainly leaving a distinctive glossy, pink mark, while Isaac melted…

Still, there was a moment of hesitation as he squirmed. This was a bad idea. Stacy was so warm… and soft… and what if things… “escalated”? He didn’t wanna be the first one to lose… but…

“I-is it really ok…?” he whimpered. It wasn’t every day your busty, bimbo friend offered to let you use her as a masturbation aid, after all.

“Of course! On oooone little condition…” Stacy smirked.

“You have to tell me what that dream of yours was about~”

Isaac whined. Telling her would absolutely be a bad idea, but… fuck… she was so hottt… before he could even think about it, Stacy reached down, taking one of his hands by his small wrists, and placed it on her tits. Now that he could see them, Isaac realised that she was wearing something besides… well… the obvious; a pair of pink, heart-shaped pasties barely covered her nipples.

“Mmm, come on hon, don’t be shy… are they like you remember them? That was just a quick little grope… but now you can do whatever you like with them, as long as you tell me about that dream…”

Isaac swallowed thickly. The memory of actually getting to touch them on Halloween was burned pretty thoroughly into his memory forever, but that didn’t mean getting to sink his fingers into the soft flesh wasn’t still extremely hot…

Shit…

“W-well, I spilled a bunch of paint on myself in class yesterday, s-so I was going to use the college showers to make sure it was all off… a-and…  I… I walked in on Amelia in there after her workout… and… and… sh-she was jerking offfff…”

“Ohhh?” Stacy looked expectant.

“S-so I was dreaming about that, and in the dream… well… after that we… y’know…”

“I don’t know,” Stacy said, in the tone of voice of someone who absolutely did.

“She p-pinned me up against the wall and… actually that was when I woke up, but…”

Stacy rolled her hips, visibly enjoying Isaac’s reaction as the tip of her strap-on brushed against his cute little pucker.

“Gosh, what a dirty little fantasy, I didn’t realise what a pervert you were, Isaac,” she snickered.

“But one thing is bothering me… you said “in the dream” you were doing all that otherstuff… but what about the real deal?”

“W-well… nothing actually happened in reality,” Isaac flushed and looked off to the side.

“She just… m-made her excuses and rushed off…”

Isaac was expecting Stacy to be a little disappointed by this. As stories went, it was a little anticlimactic. Instead, when he looked back at her face, an absolutely wicked smile had split her features.

“So… she was aaaall pent-up, so bad that she was jerking off in a public place… and then a perfectfuckdoll like you just walks in on her, and she didn’t even try to come onto you? That doesn’t sound like Amelia at all, now does it?~”

If Isaac wasn’t half-asleep, fantasising about being somewhere completely different, and so hard that he could barely think, he might have noticed Stacy looking as if she was tucking that information away for later, or objected to the assertion that he was a “fuckdoll”. Instead, he was more focused on getting his “reward” for being honest…

“S-so that’s what I was dreaming about…”

Stacy giggled, her devilish smile melting into something softer and friendlier.

“Well… you can lie here for as loooong as you want, and keep using my body to get off, ok? Although…” she reached down, and took a thick, dark handful of Isaac’s wobbling ass.

“I might just do the same…” she giggled as she started squeezing Isaac’s butt, enjoying his embarrassed whines as she spread his cheeks apart… and slipped her strap-on right between them, so that the head now firmly pushed against his hole.

“W-whoa, wait a second!” Isaac gasped, but Stacy had him in a vice-like grip, not letting her prey move an inch.

 “What’s the matter, hon?” Stacy asked, sweetly. Isaac found it hard to break eye contact. There was something almost hypnotic about how she looked when she got like this…

“I-I’ve only ever done that with t-toys before…” he admitted shakily.

“I’m not a virgin or anything,” he added, quickly, before Stacy could make any kind of remark about it.

“But… I actually kinda wanted… m-my first time doing something like that to be with Amelia…”

“Awwwww!” Stacy pulled Isaac into a tight squeeze, briefly suffocating him between her tits. This was unfortunate, because it meant he couldn’t see the vicious glint in her eye.

“That’s so sweet! I honestly wouldn’t have guessed that someone as cute as youhas never actually taken it up the ass before…”

 “H-heyy…” Isaac gave a muffled complaint from between Stacy’s boobs.

 “But… well, it’s still a toy, right sweetie?” Stacy released Isaac, so she could look him in the eye.

 “It’s just a friend helping you to blow off some steam!”

 Isaac still hesitated, and Stacy smiled at him.

  “Just… think of it as training for when Amelia finally breedsyou, ok? Don’t you want to be the best fuckshe’s ever had? You can practice with me all you liiiike~”

 Isaac’s lip trembled. He really shouldn’t… there was noway that letting a teasing, sadistic bitch like Stacy fuck him was going to end well! But… it wouldn’t go too far, right? Like she said… she was just helping him to blow off steam…

 ——–

Half an hour later, Isaac was flat on his back, and helplessly locked in a mating press by Stacy.

 “Ffuuck!! P-please, I c-can’t take any more…” he gasped, as she continued to savagely smackher hips against Isaac’s fat ass.

“God… god you’re so fucking cute,” Stacy growled, pulling him in for another hard kiss, leaving yet another lipgloss mark on his woozy, blissed out face.

Isaac was shaking, whimpering, and in absolute bliss.

“I… I can’t… I can’t take iiiit…”

Only two thoughts penetrated the fog that came over him as Stacy continued to use him as her own personal onahole. The first was that he was absolutely desperate not to cum! No matter how many times Stacy crushedhis soft, sensitive prostate with that plastic cock, no matter how many times she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and even when she had rolled up his vests, and started mercilessly pinching and playing with his nipples, h-he wouldn’t cum!

The second thing was that… fuck… this whole thing had been meant as training for Amelia… and Isaac’s plan was to just shut his eyes and imagine that it was her, but… he couldn’t picture anyone but Stacy fucking him now!

The whole thing had started out as soft, sleepy teasing at first, but whatever she had been trying to do to keep her sadistic urges in check had very quickly stopped working. This wasn’t training, or helping him blow off steam anymore… Stacy was fucking      breeding    him, and he was loving every minute of it!

“Hey… so Halloween night would have been the last time you were allowed to cum before this started, right?” Stacy panted, and slowed, rolling her hips and making sure to keep the tip of her strap-on pressed firmly against Isaac’s slut button. This snapped him out of his cock-induced daydreaming, and he let out a weak, quavering little whine as the tip pressed against his prostate again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck… it was so much better than doing it himself…

“I know I asked you on the 1st who you had that last orgasm to, but we never got around to answering that one… so…”

Stacy pressed her face right up against Isaac’s, her arms hooked under his to ensure that he was completely helpless.

“Be honest. The last time you came, it was while thinking about me, right?”

Ngghh… shit… Isaac glanced down at Stacy’s breasts. She had been fucking him so hard that one of the pasties she had been wearing had actually slipped off, leaving her hard, pink nipple totally exposed.

 “I-I… y-you said it didn’t matter-”

“I changed my mind, Isaaaaac… come on, tell me… you were thinking about taking a soft handful of my tits while you were jerking off, weren’t you? Just admit that I made you cum~”

“I d-don’t remember-”

“Answer me honestly, and I’ll start moving again…” Stacy smirked, and gave Isaac a peck on the cheek.

Isaac knew the answer, and he knew that it was exactly what Stacy wanted to hear. But… now that he wasn’t getting railed, he was able to think a little more clearly too. If she started fucking him again, there was no way he would be able to stop himself from cumming…

So he bit his lip, and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

There was stillness for a few moments, and Isaac tensed around the thick, plastic cock inside him, waiting for Stacy to start fucking him into submission again. And then…

“Alriiiight, I won’t make you, sweetie,” Stacy cooed, slowly and gently pulling back, leaving Isaac to moan at the aching, empty feeling of his well-used ass.

She stood, pulling on the skimpy, mid-thigh length dressing gown that she had clearly dropped on the floor when she came in, not even bothering to tie it properly so as to hide her exposed nipple, or the strap-on. Meanwhile Isaac slumped, gasping and trying desperately to recover. His cute little 4 inch cock was diamond-hard, drooling precum onto his tummy. It looked like a stiff breeze might be enough to tip him over the edge… but Stacy seemed to be all done for now.

“If you feel like doing it again, you know where to find me,” she winked at Isaac, before carelessly opening his room door. It was still early anyway, so Amelia and Luna were probably in bed. There was very little risk of being seen.

“Or you could go to that crush of yours… I’m sure she’d be more than happy to help if you ask nicely~” Stacy teased, enjoying the last little twitch she managed to extract from Isaac’s cock. She sashayed out of the room, leaving him confused, a little triumphant that he’d managed to hold out, and absolutely desperateto cum…

 ——-

 Once back in her own room, Stacy reached into the pocket of her gown, and pulled out her phone. Isaac had been too blissed out to notice her picking it up from where she’d set it up, on his desk. She scrolled through the video it had taken, and was pleased to see that it had gotten every sordid moment of their little encounter… she moved the progress bar all the way to the end with one hand, and reached between her legs with the other, shifting the strap-on to the side. She really hadn’t meant for things to escalate that much, but she just hadn’t been able to resist him… plus…

She glanced under her bed. The few rays of pale, autumn sunlight that managed to stream under her curtains glinted off something metallic. This whole thing would work wonderfullywith what Stacy had in store for Amelia…~

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pain. suffering. agony. ;w;

ghfghd i’m exagerating a little but i don’t mind telling you that writing this chapter was pretty rough. you may have noticed the "Part 1” in the chapter title, and that’s because this was originally supposed to be around 3,000 words longer, but i’ve been so busy, and the time i have left to get this story wrapped up in only one month has grown so short, that i would rather just draw things to a natural break point in this chapter, and make sure that rather than rushing to get that extra content out with this update, i can work on it and give it the space it needs to be its own thing!

i hope this chapter is still ok despite all these compromises. i promise i’m really putting my all into making this as good as possible, so any feedback on how it turns out is greatly appreciated! <3