Little Bit of Luck Chapter 5

Series: The Untamed/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter: 5- Darkblade

Pairing: Wangxian ( But Ladybug Love Square this time)

Genre: Romance, humor, angst, action

Rated: T

Words: 8700

Chapter Summary: After a nasty news story by Nadia Chamack, Armand D'Argencore is akumatized into Darkblade, who has a grudge against Lan Wangji. When confronted, Wangji doesn’t have the opportunity to escape so he must fight side by side with his superhero partner as a civillian to protect Paris. (as you can imagine, Lan Qiren is not thrilled about this)

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Little Bit of Luck 3- Mister Pigeon

Series: The Untamed/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter: 3- Mister Pigeon

Pairing: Wangxian ( But Ladybug Love Square this time)

Genre: Romance, humor, angst

Rated: T

Words: 8,729

Summary: (Miraculous Ladybug AU) In modern-day Paris a terrible power has taken root, Hawkmoth, holder of the Butterfly Miraculous, has started using his powers for evil and turning innocent civilians into supervillains who do his bidding. To protect the people of Paris from Hawkmoth, teenagers Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are chosen to become Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not knowing one another’s secret identities, the two of them try to protect Paris while remaining caught up on their school work and keep their double lives secret from their loved ones.

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Little Bit of Luck Ch2

Series: The Untamed/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter: 2- Stoneheart- Part two

Pairing: Wangxian ( But Ladybug Love Square this time)

Genre: Romance, humor, angst

Rated: T

Words: 8,000

Summary: (Miraculous Ladybug AU) In modern-day Paris a terrible power has taken root, Hawkmoth, holder of the Butterfly Miraculous, has started using his powers for evil and turning innocent civilians into supervillains who do his bidding. To protect the people of Paris from Hawkmoth, teenagers Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are chosen to become Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not knowing one another’s secret identities, the two of them try to protect Paris while remaining caught up on their school work and keep their double lives secret from their loved ones.

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Little Bit of Luck

Series: The Untamed/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter: 1- Stoneheart- Part One

Pairing: Wangxian ( But Ladybug Love Square this time)

Genre: Romance, humor, angst

Rated: T

Words: 1333

Summary: (Miraculous Ladybug AU) In modern-day Paris a terrible power has taken root, Hawkmoth, holder of the Butterfly Miraculous, has started using his powers for evil and turning innocent civilians into supervillains who do his bidding. To protect the people of Paris from Hawkmoth, teenagers Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are chosen to become Ladybug and Chat Noir. Not knowing one another’s secret identities, the two of them try to protect Paris while remaining caught up on their school work and keep their double lives secret from their loved ones.

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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…~

——-

pain. suffering. agony. ;w;

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

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

With Isaac and Amelia out for the evening, Stacy turns her attention towards the only one of her roommates who she hasn’t teased yet; Luna! A totally perverted shut-in virgin! This should be a cake-walk, right? Surely there’s no way she could possibly get one over on an experienced size queen like Stacy… no matter how many inches of twitching, virgin cock she’s packing~

i’m sorry about the wait for this chapter! i’ve been kinda busy with irl stuff lately, and i was a bit under the weather the past few days so it was difficult to work on it… plus, rather appropriately for a Luna chapter, i was surprised by the length and size of this one! i hope it being a bit longer than the last two chapters makes up for the wait <3

Stacy reclined on her bed, scrolling through Instagram on her phone. It was already dark outside, and with no roommates in the immediate vicinity to tease and torture, she was wrapped up in a blanket and relaxing. Although that didn’t mean that she wasn’t thinking about what to do to make her friends’ November even more difficult…

She squirmed a little as she flipped over to her mail tracker. There were still a few packages in the pipeline from her shopping spree on the 1st, and she was  so looking forward to being able to use them all on her needy, backed-up roommates… speaking of which, she stretched under her blanket, and enjoyed the crinkling and creaking noises her brand new outfit made. Purchased special, just for one of her friends! Wasn’t she just the best roommate you could ever ask for?~

She perked up as she heard the front door click open, and a slightly bored, low, husky voice called out “I’m home.”

Stacy bit her lip, already excited. Luna was back from class. And Stacy had big plans for her…

She didn’t reply to Luna, so there was a moment of silence. Stacy heard her muttering “Oh, yeah, they’re all busy tonight… guess I have the place to myself…”

This was partially true; Isaac had class until late, and Amelia had been spending more and more time at the gym lately, often staying there for multiple hours a day. Stacy privately suspected that Amelia was trying to avoid her, so she didn’t have to talk about what had happened the week before. Which as far as Stacy was concerned, just told her that she’d hit the jackpoton the girl’s weakness…

But unlike those others, Stacy was still in the apartment. She got up, creeping over to the door and gently easing it open a little so she could peer out at Luna. The other girl was as well made-up as ever, which was to say, not very. There were bags under her eyes, while her dirty-blonde hair hung over her face, and as she shrugged off her lab coat and dumped her bag on the floor, Stacy had a sneaking suspicion that the hoodie and sweatpants she’d had on underneath the garment were the same ones she’d been wearing for a few days now. The sweat-stains around her armpits were getting pretty familiar.

“Guess I might as well enjoy having the place to myself…” Luna mumbled, flopping down on one of the sofas. Luna was, obviously, mistaken. One of her roommates was, even as she said this, spying on her from within the apartment. But it wasn’t her fault. Earlier that day Stacy had dropped a message in the apartment group chat, saying she was going clubbing with some friends that night, and would be out until pretty late. This was because Stacy had a plan. A plan that would work best if she could get Luna on her own…

“Nnnff…” Stacy perked up, noticing some movement.

“God, these have been aching all day,” Luna grunted, and Stacy heard a rustling noise that sounded suspiciously like a pair of sweatpants being slipped down. Unfortunately, the couch Luna was lying on had its back to Stacy’s room, so all she could really see was Luna’s head and shoulders as she leaned back on the arm of the couch. That was frustrating. What wasn’t frustrating was what Luna said next…

“S-stupid fucking tease… stupid Stacy…” she groaned, and the tell-tale, rhythmic fap fap fap brought a devilish smirk to Stacy’s face. She hadn’t tried anything so bold or blatant as her little exhibitionist stunt in the past few days, but that didn’t mean she’d been letting her roommates have it easy. Stacy made a point of wearing almost nothing around the apartment, of deliberately bending at the waist whenever she needed to pick something up, and of leaving her door open every night, naked under the sheets and making sure each of her roommates knew that the invitation to come in and dump a thick, backed-up load inside her was open to them anytime…~

Hearing Luna moaning her name almost spitefully, even as she bottomed out in her own fist, made Stacy feel like it was all worth it, and triggered that increasingly familiar feeling of sadistic glee which was fast becoming one of the shortstack bimbo’s biggest turn-ons…

That being said, this was a little bit of a hitch in her plan. Luna getting so immediately engrossed in edging her brains out on the couch was hot, but it meant that she’d missed the bait that had been left out for her.

“Nnnghh… haaaa…” Luna’s moans were getting desperate already. Stacy had to suppress a giggle. Thinking about her had apparently turned Luna into a total quickshot!

“Hhhh… g-gonna put you in your place…”

Yeah? You actually think you could handle me, you fucking virgin?~

She almost said the words out loud, desperate to further push Luna towards her breaking point. Stacy had to admit she was getting impatient. Her hips twitched as she imagined straddling her roommate, daring her to back up her cute little claims, and getting almost two weeks of nasty, yellowy load dumped inside her for her troubles… if Luna was just gonna get distracted by her dick anyway-

“Hhhaa… oh, fuck…”

Ah, there it was!

Luna had noticed the little “present” that Stacy had left out for her. Draped over the arm of the other couch, seemingly innocently dropped from a pile of laundry… was a pair of Stacy’s panties.

Not just any panties either; a thong, pastel pink and satin, the same one that Stacy had been wearing around the apartment for the past few days. Which had been used to tease Luna until she was so backed up, until her balls were aching so bad, that she had to jerk off literally as soon as she got in from class…~

Luna climbed to her feet, unsteady, and walked over to the garment, staring down at it with her back to Stacy. Stacy had to suppress a sadistic little giggle as she watched the gears turn in Luna’s head. Normally she wouldn’t even think of it. But… nobody else was home. They wouldn’t be for hours. She could grab these, and no-one would know… but… it would be wrong, surely! It’d make her seem like a total creep… scratch that, it would just straight-up make her that! Even if Stacy was being a deliberate tease right now, she couldn’t just do something like this. Right?

Luna glanced around the apartment. She really looked like she was trying to force herself to do the right thing…

Stacy was ready for this. She opened her phone, tapped out a message, and attached a photo; “wish you girls were here! <3”

None of the others had seen this particular photo, so she figured she could just pass it off as what she was up to tonight. She hit send, and then waited.

Ping!

“Ugh, what now… what is she… hhhholy shit…” Luna gasped, and Stacy swore she could hearher balls churning up a nice, heavy load. Stacy had sent a selfie from a few months ago, of her out clubbing with some friends in a shockingly slutty hot-pink cocktail dress, little more than a tube of latex that ran from a few millimetres below her cunt, to just above her nipples… and she had managed to partially expose both in that picture. She couldn’t help squirming a little; this was beyond just teasing Luna now. Stacy was actively pushing her to indulge in her worst, most depraved instincts… it was so cruel, and it was making her so wet. Especially because it had worked!~

Luna, after looking around one more time, snatched up Stacy’s panties, and clutching them close to her modestly-sized chest, made a beeline for her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Stacy swung her door open. If Luna had still been in the room, she would have been treated to the sight of the smaller girl in a dress very similar to the one from her selfie. She had a whole wardrobe full of similar cocktail dresses, but this one had been bought just for Luna; the poor girl didn’t seem to realise that no matter how furtively she entered and exited her room, everyone could catch glimpses of all the posters and doujins she left scattered all around the place. And if someone just so happened to be a budding sadist with a special interest in playing on her roommates’ most humiliating fetishes, they might even snap a few covert pictures of all that fap material so they knew what they were working with…

This research was why, while Stacy knew full-well that the hot pink dress would have been enough to totally devastate Luna, something a little different would lay her out flat . Because… Luna had a crippling fetish for slutty, trashy cheetah-print clothes. So of course, Stacy had made sure to get a brand new latex dress, with that exact design on it~

Stacy smirked as she strode across the room, the carpet muffling the sound of her heels while the patterned latex creaked, desperately overstuffed with her curves. She looked down, and adjusted the garment to make sure it was absolutely perfect; her nipples weren’t exposed, but still poked through the plastic, and spreading her legs even a little would make the hem ride up until her soft, smooth cunt was visible. She almost wished she’d had a chance to hit the tanning booth a few times; with her platinum blonde hair and animal print dress, she would have been the spitting image of the 2D gyaru bitches who Luna had milked so many loads to… but, well, that would have given the game away.

She placed her hand on Luna’s door handle, and waited for a few seconds. After all, she had to make sure Luna had just enough time to start playing with her panties…

“Nnnff… haaa…” the muffled sounds of moaning and sniffing came, right on cue. Stacy took a deep breath to try and still the nervous shakes she was getting, and swung open the door.

They say that no plan survives contact with the enemy. While Stacy certainly didn’t think of her roommate as an enemy, her plan didalmost immediately fall apart, the moment she stepped into Luna’s room.

The plan had been to go for the outrage routine. Telling Luna she couldn’t believe she’d do something so low as to steal her panties, that she wished she was more shocked by what she had done… not too seriously, of course. Enough for Luna to buy it, but not so serious that she thought they weren’t friends anymore, and certainly not so serious that she wouldn’t be able to resist jerking off to the memory of her gorgeous roommate humiliating her for being a hopeless pervert. If she was lucky, Stacy might even give her a little taste of what she clearly wanted so badly…

Really, it was a good plan. But Stacy only got part way through her opening “Ugh, I can’t believe this-!” before the words died in her mouth.

The scene was almost exactly as she’d pictured it. The familiar walls of the gloomy bedroom were covered in dweeby posters of big-breasted anime girls, and plenty of porn was left scattered around. Luna, reclined on her bed, pants around her ankles. Stacy’s panties held against her face as she pumped with her other hand…

There was only one problem. Stacy had had her suspicions about Luna because of how Amelia had been acting lately, of course. But. Um.

Holy fucking shit.

At a glance, it was easily longer than Stacy’s forearm, the bloated, twitching length criss-crossed by veins that drew the eye all the way up to the doughy hood of foreskin that covered the tip of her cock. Even fully hard, there was so much of the stuff that the head was completely obscured. Luna’s dick was one of the most disgusting that Stacy had ever seen.

In other words…

It was love at first sight.

“A-agh! Stacy, it’s um, not what it looks like! A-and anyway, knock would… you?” Luna’s response trailed off as the performative outrage slipped from Stacy’s face, shifting slowly into desperate, ravenous lust.

She crossed the room in a few wordless strides and pounced on the bed, the predatory pattern on her dress suddenly seeming very appropriate indeed. Stacy was on her hands and knees, looking between Luna’s legs with pure, unabashed cock shock…

“Um… what are you- hhhaaaa!!~”

Stacy knew Luna pretty well. Teasing and embarrassing her about the fact that she had zero experience was one of her favourite ways to playfully rile up her friend. So she knew how impressive it was for Luna that when her stacked roommate dragged her hot, wet tongue up every inch of twitching dickmeat, she didn’t cum straight away. Instead, Luna whined, hips bucking desperately.

“Lunaaaa… why didn’t you tell me you were packing a cock like this? I’d have popped your cherry ages ago if I’d known…” Stacy cooed, eyes reverently fixed on the swaying tip, which even fully hard was still buried under Luna’s foreskin.

“I… d-didn’t realise you’d like it this much,” Luna whined, biting her lip nervously.

“Well, I never said I likedit…” Stacy lied, reaching out, firmly gripping Luna’s dick, and gently peeling back the other girl’s foreskin.

“Nnnff… what do you… m-mean…?” Luna looked confused now.

Stacy shot her a smirk.

“Well, I’m no expert, but you shower about once a week, jerk off constantly like a fucking loser, and you have a totally disgusting case of phimosis, sooooo…”

The tip of Luna’s cock finally emerged from under the layer of foreskin. And as expected, it was coatedin thick, yellow wads of greasy smegma.

The nasty, sharp musk hit Stacy like a freight train, and she barely heard Luna’s panicky excuses and apologies. They were completely unnecessary anyway. Stacy had almost forgotten how intense her smegma fetish was, because she so rarely got to indulge it, but just smelling Luna’s disgusting cock was making her thoughts fog up.

“Nnnhhh… a-as your roommate, it’s my job to make sure the apartment is kept hygienic… so obviously I h-have to clean your cock…” she stammered, before opening her mouth, and, ignoring Luna’s panicky protests, wrapping her lips around her roommate’s cock.

Fuuuuck… it’s so gross…

Stacy’s eyes rolled back as she swirled her tongue around Luna’s dick, collecting as much smegma as she possibly could. Luna threw her head back, whining as the latex-clad succubus devouredher cock. How she managed to hold on was beyond Stacy; she was practically making out with the other girl’s cock, and considering it was the first kiss of any sort that Luna had ever gotten, and she had been pent-up for two whole weeks, it was kinda impressive…

Stacy popped up for air, and for a moment, considered stopping. If things kept going like this, she might not be in charge for much longer!

Almost as if she could hear her thoughts, Luna moved her hips up again, needily pushing her cock against Stacy’s cheek. Fuck… she should really stop… but…

“Mmmfff…” she groaned happily as she slipped Luna’s dick into her mouth again. It was just too good…

“Hh-haaa… I knew it… you totally can’t resist a big fat studdick like mine…” Luna gasped, a growing confidence behind her words. Stacy moaned as she dug her tongue further under the other girl’s foreskin. Fuck… it was so greasy and nasty, and it tasted so good… she was used to fucking well-groomed studs, not losers like Luna…

She pulled her head back, looking up at Luna, and sticking her tongue out. A thick layer of disgusting, yellow smegma coated her tongue, and she felt a thrill run through her at the way Luna smirked down at her.

“H-how does it taste?” Luna was really getting into this now, but Stacy felt helpless as control of the situation slipped through her fingers.

“Nngghh… t-tathtes like garbaaaaage…” she moaned, slipping a hand under her dress and desperately fingering herself at the total humiliation.

“You know what to do with it…” Stacy shivered as Luna became cockier and cockier, and shyly closed her mouth… before expertly swallowing the rancid, yellowy girl goo, her body thrumming with pleasure as she felt it slide down her throat.

Stacy couldn’t stop herself; eager to impress, she opened her mouth, and showed her totally clean tongue to Luna.

“Fuuuck… you’ve done this before, huh…?” Luna looked excitednow. It was clear that the power dynamic had shifted, and the inexperienced virgin was thinking about just what she could do with a submissive, stacked slut like Stacy…

“Nnnfff… I-I haaaave… it’s so… good…” Stacy replied, mewling pathetically from between Luna’s legs. She looked up again at Luna’s towering, meaty girldick, which was drooling thick lines of pearly white, impossibly thick precum all down its length, leaving both her shaft and her balls shiny with the stuff. Being in this position… it was making the sharp, twisted lust she’d discovered in the past few weeks fade away, replaced by an encroaching, but familiar, sensation of soft, pink submission…

“Well… feel free to have some more,” Luna giggled, reaching down, and firmly grabbing Stacy’s head. Stacy’s moans were muffled as Luna pushed her face right into her sweaty, musky balls, her nose squishing as her eyes rolled back.

“Ngghh… these have been aching for weeks because of youuuu… feel how fucking bloated they’ve gotten? All because you were being a tease…”

Fuuuck… they were so fat, and Stacy could tell that they were packed full of cum as she nuzzled them, leaving kisses all over them.

This was nothing like fucking someone who had worked up a sweat from exercising or something, there was something so much  nastier and more potent about Luna’s musk…

She gasped for air as Luna pulled her head back, her eye makeup running down her face in two thick black rivulets from the combined sweat and precum that had coated Luna’s balls, and was now smeared on her. She’d left some makeup on Luna’s bloated, backed-up sack too; it was covered in smeared pink lip-gloss marks from all the kisses. This was all so much… how had she let  Luna, of all people, get one over on her…?

Stacy was totally helpless as Luna took the initiative, pushing her onto her back, the desperate shut-in on her hands and knees above her. With one shaking hand, she pulled up the hem of Stacy’s dress, exposing her bare, soaked cunt.

“Th-this is what you get for u-underestimating me… I’m g-gonna lose my virginity with youuu…” Luna moaned, trying to line up her cock with Stacy’s drooling slit.

That familiar floaty, pink feeling bubbled up inside Stacy. She may have been discovering her sadistic side, but she had always enjoyed being a total size queen whore too… the flirting, teasing, the push and pull, all building up to the moment where she was pinned on the bed… the moment where she totally lost control. It was right there. And Stacy almost let it happen.

Luna pushed her hips forward, and Stacy tensed, waiting to be spearedon that huge, virgin cock… and gasped in shock when Luna, shaking and overexcited and with zero experience of how to actually use her massive dick, actually missed! The underside of her cock slid along Stacy’s cunt, inches away from her chance to lose her virginity.

There was a single moment of stillness. Stacy knew that a few weeks ago, she would have been more than happy to coo soft words of encouragement until Luna tried again, guiding her through the process of topping her… but something inside her had changed. Getting used like a walking fleshlight was still something she enjoyed, but… well… she couldn’t let such a prime opportunity to humiliateher friend pass her by, could she?~

“Having a little trouble, sweetie?” she smiled, her voice suddenly once again dripping with sadistic glee.

“Sh-shut uuup…” Luna whined, her newfound confidence seeming to disappear just from the sound of Stacy’s voice. Things were still risky though… all Luna had to do to shut her up and reduce her to a whining, drooling wreckwas stuff her full of cock!

There was one thing Stacy could still try. Her cunt was soaked and exposed, and Luna’s thick, twitching cock was right there… so she spread her legs, wrapped them around Luna’s back, and pulled her in close. In the process, Luna’s cock slid along Stacy’s stomach, suddenly trapped between her own body, and the cool, smooth material of Stacy’s dress.

“Mmm… you didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?” Stacy batted her eyelashes at Luna’s shocked expression, as she started working her hips. Luna gave a ragged gasp as Stacy moved her body, sliding her drooling dick between them, a gasp which became a desperate whine as her the tip of her cock pressed against the underside of Stacy’s boobs.

“They’re soft, right? I guess you’ve never felt another girl’s before now, how are they?~” Stacy teased, knowing full well that Luna couldn’t answer.

“You’re lucky… not many girls would put up with you smearing that filthy, greasy smegma all over their nice party dresses, but I guess I can give you a bit of a break…”

“S-stopppp…” Luna gasped, shaking, suddenly weak as a kitten as she tried to pull herself out of the iron grip Stacy’s thighs had her locked into.

“Why? Because you wanted to act like an arrogant, bitchy stud, but now you’re about to dump your premature load all over my tits? Sorry sweetie, but you’re just not that kind of girl…” Stacy giggled, continuing to jerk off Luna’s cock between both of their bodies.

“You might have your size going for you, but your stamina is mediocre, and you’re so inexperienced that no girl is ever gonna waste the time it takes to teach you how to actuallyfuck… oh, and if the only time you can be confident is when you’ve already gotten a girl in bed with you, good luck ever actually getting a normal date who’ll let you get that far~” Luna’s eyes rolled back, and Stacy could feel her heartbeat thundering against her own chest. She was so close… moments away from cumming…

“In fact… I don’t think you even have your size going for you…” Stacy leaned in, and whispered in Luna’s ear.

“If your dick wasn’t so bloated, defective, and oversized, you could have gotten it inside me first try, while I was all helpless… but now…”

And in one expert move, Stacy shifted her weight, rolling Luna to her side as she swung her legs around and stood up, leaving the other girl alone on the bed.

“You get to keep your v-card, and keep doing No Nut November,” she laughed cruelly, before turning, and making to leave.

“It was cute how you thought you might have actually been able to take control for a moment there! But…” she turned back, and stuck out her tongue, showing again that she’d swallowed every morsel of nasty smegma she’d dug out from under her roommate’s cock, “All I offered to do was clean up that disgusting dick, and since you’re a loser who doesn’t know the first thing about handling a girl, I guess you won’t be able to get me to do anything more than that~”

She turned, and made to leave.

“W-wait! I…” Stacy turned, raising an expectant eyebrow, and was surprised to see that Luna was on her knees… and holding out a thick wad of cash, retrieved from her dresser.

“P-please… I’m sorry for thinking I could top you… I-I’ll give you anything if you keep cleaning my cock!”

There was a moment of silence. And then…

“Pfffthahaha!” Stacy couldn’t help but laugh at the completely pathetic display, and she was pleased to note that hearing it made Luna’s cock twitch eagerly.

“Seriously? I knew you were a pathetic, shut-in virgin, Luna, but I didn’t realise it was this bad… and to think you were acting like you wanted to pop your cherry just a few minutes ago!”

She reached out, and plucked the money from Luna’s hands, shivering with perverse glee at the way that just taking it made the other girl  squirm .

“But this is what you’re really for, isn’t it?” she asked sweetly, as she flipped through the wad of bills.

“Paying hot, bitchy bimbos like me… hm, are you sure this is enough? You think this is all I’m worth? Well, it’s not like I can expect any better from you, I’m sure you spent the rest of your money on porn and simping~”

Luna bit her lip, flushing bright red and nodding hesitantly. Apparently Stacy had hit the nail on the head. She smirked.

“Get on the bed, sweetie. Since you’ve changed your mind, and decided to be a good girl… I’ll give you a specialreward…”

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Stacy’s special reward, as it turned out, was lying between Luna’s legs for the next few hours, lazily jerking off the helpless shut-in while occasionally leaning in to leave another kiss-mark on her balls, and, when she was feeling generous, giving the girl one of her famous vacuum suck blowjobs. Luna lay back, her clothes now totally soaked with nasty, musky sweat, balling her hands up in her bedsheets.

“Ugh!! L-let me fucking cum already… I d-don’t care about No Nut November anymore…”

Stacy dragged her lips up Luna’s cock, keeping them sealed in a perfect, hollow-cheeked suckface, before the tip left her mouth with a  pop . She reached down, and gave Luna’s fat, aching dick a condescending little flick, giggling as it wobbled back and forth. Then she looked her friend in the eye, smiled sweetly, and said “Nope~”

Luna let out a whine of frustration.

“B-but… I thought you wanted to make me and the others fail at it!”

Stacy giggled, grabbing Luna’s cock by the base and slowly jerking from the bottom to the tip with long, slow, lazy strokes.

“Ido, but where’s the fun in just forcing you to cum? That’s sooo boring! What I want to do…”

She leaned down, and planted a delicate kiss on the tip of Luna’s cock, drawing a humiliating whimper from the taller girl.

“… is fucking break you. You don’t get the dignity of at least losing your v-card in this challenge… if you cum, it’s gonna be locked in your room, on your own, over pictures of me, or some disgusting hentai, or whatever else gets that nasty, defective cock hard…”

She started to jerk Luna off faster, her lip curling into an evil smirk as her friend could do nothing but whine incoherently, a steady trickle of precum coating Stacy’s hand.

“I’m going to drive you crazy until you can’t help humiliating yourself… and the best part is…”

Without warning, she let go of Luna’s cock. It twitched and throbbed in the warm, musky air, drooling all over Luna’s hoodie.

“You’re so cum-brained that you’re not just gonna let me, you’re gonna ask me to torture you! Hell, you’re actually paying me to do it…”

Stacy stood, leaving the other girl a gasping, writhing mess as she skirted just along the edge of a ruined orgasm. She kept talking as she headed for the door.

“Although… make it to the end of the month, and I may change my mind about letting you lose your virginity… I’ll even let you pick out some cosplay for you to breed me in~”

She ignored Luna’s frustrated whine as she turned, framed by the light from the common area against the gloomy darkness of Luna’s room. Even with her makeup ruined, her hair a mess, and her dress hitched up over her hips, she managed to look totally in control. And she had a new piece of information to play with… she had assumed that Amelia just had a repressed cuckquean fetish, but now that she knew how monstrousLuna’s cock was, that opened up a lot of new avenues… but all of that was for later. For now, she needed to go and lie down for a while, she was wiped. Although not so wiped that she couldn’t get in one last jab at Luna…

“Oh, and you can keep my panties,” she said with a wink.

“Lying in your room and sniffing those is the proper place for a virgin like you, don’t you agree?~”

With that, she pulled the door closed, and left Luna completely trapped, caught between her desperate, needy cock and aching balls, and the knowledge that Stacy had wrapped her right around her little finger…~

A casual No Nut November challenge between three friends is completely derailed when their slutty roommate finds out, and begins discovering her sadistic side as she teases and tortures the three of them for an entire month! Can Isaac, Amelia, and Luna hold out against Stacy’s increasingly outrageous attempts tip them over the edge before the end of the month? Or will her obsession with torturing her roommates drive all four of them to depths of depravity that they never even imagined?~

a fun lil NNN story that i’ll be updating throughout the month!

this story is a sort of semi-followup/sequel to What Goes Bump in the Night, my Halloween story from this year!

however, i wanna stress that this story is standalone! while What Goes Bump in the Night is the best primer on the characters, imo, i’ve included all the necessary context for who they are, and what they’re doing for No Nut November in this first chapter. so whether you’ve read it or not, i hope you can enjoy it! <3

It was a cool, crisp November morning at Vihdale Central College when Isaac slipped away between classes, heading to the bathroom to fix his makeup. He sighed as he tried to fix his eyeliner in the smudged and dirty mirror, when he heard the door open behind him.

 “So. What were you all talking about last night?”

 Isaac froze. Fuck. He hadn’t seen her following him in… turning away from the mirror, he plastered a fake smile onto his face as best he could.

 “Uh, h-hi Stacy! You uh, know this is the guys’ toilet right?”

 Stacy Smith, one of his roommates, stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. She was wearing jeans and a pastel pink sweater that, despite being cut loose, was still pulled tight around her generously-sized chest. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. She stepped towards Isaac, and he backed up a little, pressing his shapely butt against the sink as she loomed over him.

 “Oh, I know, I come in here a lot,” she smiled sweetly. Isaac flushed. He was technically a few inches taller than Stacy, but she’d decided to wear a set of particularly college-inappropriate heels today, so she was looking down on him. It was difficult not to feel trapped.

 “I… d-did you want something?” Isaac stammered, trying and failing to maintain eye contact. He was really trying his best, but, well… her tits were practically being shoved in his face. Isaac’s outfit today wasn’t that different to Stacy’s; his sweater was a bit tighter, dark red rather than pink, and he had sneakers on rather than heels, but both of them had taken similar measures against the Autumn chill. Isaac did his best to focus on the fashion choices, rather than whatever was underneath them…

 “Mmm… who said I want anything? Maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you… have a little chat, girl-on-girl, y’know? Maybe I could help you fix up that makeup,” Stacy smiled, and Isaac’s objections (both to the blatant lie about not wanting anything, and calling him a girl (ugh!)) died in his throat as she reached out and played with a strand of his dark, messy hair. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open, and that he was blushing.

 “St-Stacyyy…” he meant it to come out assertive, but all he could manage was a breathy little whine. Uuuggh… this was what always happened! Stacy didn’t seem to hear him, instead leaning in close, and whispering in his ear.

 “We’re aaaaall alone in here… we could do whateverwe liked, and nobody would know… maybe instead of helping you with that makeup, you’d like me to mess it up?~” she teased. Isaac shivered.

 “S-Stacy, stop it, I need to get back to class-”

 Before Isaac could even move, Stacy purposefully placed her hands on the sink to either side of him. No way out.

 “I’ll let you go… as soon as you tell me what you three were talking about last night,” she cooed. Isaac squirmed. This was how it always,      always    went with Stacy. Scratch that, it’s how it always went with any girls! He was cute and slender and liked playing around with makeup, so it was always “Heyy, could you lend me some lunch money?” that would never get paid back, or “Could you like, please do this homework for me? I’d super appreciate it, cutie!” from girls who didn’t even remember his name after it was done, or basically whenever Stacy wanted him to do anything, or, or…

 Isaac squeezed his eyes shut, and whined in frustration, while Stacy giggled. Both at his reaction, and as something cute, small, but unmistakably hardtwitched in Isaac’s jeans.

 Being gently teased and bullied just felt so goooood… and the kind of girls who liked to bully Isaac could smell weakness like that a mile away.

 “I… w-we were just talking about what we were planning to do when you got back!” Isaac gasped out the lie, although it wasn’t entirely untrue. The night before, after Isaac, and her other two roommates, Amelia and Luna, had waited in the pitch-dark living room in their costumes to scare Stacy when she got back from a Halloween party. However, she had slipped into the living room without anyone knowing, and without herself realising that her roommates were in the apartment. The subsequent farce had left everyone with a little bruised pride. Especially Isaac, since…

 “Aww, I’m sorry sweetie, I guess it must be hard for you to remember a lot about that night…

 Stacy leaned back, cupping her huge tits in her hands and gently jiggling them for Isaac.

 “All you can think about is how good it felt to touch these, right?~”

 Isaac whimpered, biting his pink, glossy lip. In all the dark and confusion, he’d (completely by accident) grabbed Stacy’s tits! Isaac had to admit that he’d lain awake the night before, trying desperately to ignore the hard-on in his pyjamas while he remembered the feeling of her soft, inviting breasts, especially after she had told him that all he needed to do if he wanted another feel was ask…

 “N-no, it’s just that nothing else happened-”

 “Bullshiiiit. Luna was about to let something slip last night, and then Amelia whacked her to shut her up. You three are so totally up to something!” Stacy pouted, clearly frustrated, before smiling again.

 “I’m not gonna let you go until I find oouuut… so you might as well tell me now, or you’re gonna go back to class with an embarrassing stain in those pants…~”

 “W-wait, what are you-”

 Before Isaac could do anything else, Stacy grabbed his hands, and pushed them onto her soft, pillowy tits.

 “Hhaaa…” Isaac’s eyes widened, and he felt his cock      jump    .

 “Do they feel the same as you remember?” Stacy asked, sweetly, and Isaac gave a shaky gasp that might have been an affirmative.

 “P-please, I have to get back to…”

 “Awww, you want me to stop?” her smirk twisted, and she shifted her leg, pressing her thigh right up against his cock.  

 Isaac was in shock. Even by Stacy’s standards, this was aggressive. It was usually just teasing, but she was going all out… he bit down on his lip again, struggling to stop his eyes from rolling back as she gently rubbed the bulge in his pants.

 “Y-yes… p-please stopppp…”

 “Oh yeah? Why should I, loser?~”

 “B-because…”

Nngghhh… can’t tell her…  

 “We’re… we…”

 But I can’t lose on the first day…  

 “Doing…”

 “Yes?” Stacy asked, expectantly.

 “W-we’re doing No Nut November!” he gasped.

 “We all put in $50… whoever gets to the end of the month without cumming wins it…”

 “Ohhh…” Stacy looked down, and licked her lips.

 “Gosh… so I could make you lose, right now, on the first day, huh? That’d be soooo embarrassing for you~”

 Isaac whimpered, completely helpless as his balls drew up, ready to dump an adorable little load in his briefs…

 And Stacy backed off, tilting her head at Isaac as she folded her arms again. Isaac knew he should have been relieved, but… fuck, he’d been soclose…

 “Honestly, you’re such a dweeb, Isaac,” she giggled, while he tried his best to recover.

 “So you’re telling me I could offer to take you into one of those stalls right now, and let you fucking mateme with that adorable little dick, and you’d say no because of this stupid No Nut November thing?”

Isaac tried desperately to put the image of swinging his hips against Stacy’s out of mind, getting her back for all the teasing and- no, focus, focus!

“W-well, y’know, Luna’s doing biology, so she put this reader together which can tell how long it’s been since you last… y’know… when you give it a sperm sample…”

Stacy raised an eyebrow.

“And you’re really just gonna take her word for it?”

Her doubts were pretty justified. Luna wasn’t what you’d call reliable; despite going to the same college as her roommates, she was often mistaken for a NEET on the rare occasions she was forced to go out in public. Which, between the hoodies, sweatpants, and lack of showers, was understandable. But when it came to biology, she seemed to know her stuff… Isaac, if possible, flushed even further.

 “No, I, uh, tested it myself, it’s pretty accurate…”

The next question caught Isaac very off-guard.

 “Awww, cute! Tell me… who were you thinking about when you blew that load? Me, or your little crush?~”

Isaac’s felt his cheeks heat up. He had been blushing before, but he knew that if he turned and looked in the mirror, his whole face would be beet-red.

 “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I-”

 “Ohh? You think I haven’t noticed how you look at Ameliaaa?~” Stacy drew out the last syllable, clearly revelling in Isaac’s embarrassment. Amelia was their other roommate, and Isaac absolutely did nothave a crush on her. At all.

 “Th-that’s not… I’m not…” Isaac could barely get through his flustered denial before Stacy was cutting across him again.

 “Not that it really matters, because the really big question is… why didn’t you tell me about it?”

 Isaac thought back to the night before, in Amelia’s room. Weights were strewn across the floor, and a poster for a sports team Isaac couldn’t pretend to recognise was hung on the wall. He and Amelia were standing, while Luna slouched on the bed. On the sheets, lay three crumpled fifty dollar bills, and the reader, a small metallic probe with a digital readout to display the time since the last… ahem… anyway…

 “So, we’re all in agreement? Thirty days, no nutting, winner takes all,” Amelia smiled over at Isaac, who nodded nervously. If Stacy loomed over him in her heels, then Amelia towered, her muscular form barely hidden by the criss-crossing bandages from the mummy costume she’d worn to the Halloween party.

 “Sure, I get that, but why all the secrecy? Why’d we have to ditch the party early just to come back here and discuss it? Not that I’m complaining, I guess…” Luna lay back on the bed, her head hanging off the side. She hadn’t changed out of her ‘costume’ yet; really just her usual clothes, with a hockey mask that she was playing with while she talked.

 “Also not complaining,” Isaac added, still covering the embarrassing little bulge his sparkly red incubus costume had left him sporting all evening.

 “B-but yeah, why did you wanna leave early? Did we really need to ditch Stacy like that?”

 Amelia raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two of them like they were crazy.

 “Are you serious? You saw her at her party right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her get that worked up before, and it was all from making those girls bust in their skirts! Trust me, she acts all cute and bubbly, but… deep down, that girl is a total sadist. She might not even really know it yet, but you can totally see it sometimes… so there is no way we can let her find out about this, ok girls?”

 “Gotcha.”

 “H-hey, I’m not a-!”

 “Alright, good!” Amelia smiled breezily.

 Isaac was about to speak up for himself, but at that point Luna had picked up a weight to fiddle with, and then dropped it straight on the floor with a loud thud, and then the conversation had turned to pranking Stacy… Isaac had almost forgotten about what Amelia had said. After all, Stacy could be a bit of a bully sometimes, but a sadist? No way, Stacy was too friendly and airheaded for that! But now, standing in this bathroom, with the way Stacy had been acting, and the vicious, hungrylook in her eye that she had as she waited for an answer… he was starting to get why Amelia had been so worried. Unfortunately, his little flashback hadn’t yielded any kind of convincing lie he could tell, so he fell back on the first thing that popped into his head.

 “O-oh, well, y’know, you don’t have a dick! So we didn’t think you’d be… uh… interested… y’know…?”

 “Uh huuuuh, right, that tooootally explains everything~” Stacy replied, not even pretending to be convinced. She took a step towards Isaac, and licked her lips again. Isaac felt his heart start to thud in his chest. What if she tried to squeeze the truth out of him? How far would she really be willing to go? She had been joking about dragging him into a stall… right…?

 “Well, don’t think I’m going to take this lying down, Isaac… you three ditched me, so that you could keep a secret from me? Sooo not cool…” she batted her eyelashes at him.

 “But I forgive you, Isaac, I promise I won’t make a big deal of this,” she turned, and headed for the door, striding with a lot more purpose than Isaac was comfortable with her having after a conversation like this. She turned, and winked.

 “See you when you get home, cutie~” and with that, she was gone.

 Isaac slumped against the sink, the tension of the situation slowly releasing as he turned back to the mirror to work on his makeup again.

 “Oh god, what have I done…” Isaac asked his reflection, weakly.

Stacy stepped into the pale autumn sun, and let out a shaky breath. What had gotten into her back there? She’d always enjoyed bullying Isaac, but that had been something else… had she really been offering to      fuck    him, right there?

Her heels clicked against the stone paths of the college as she headed to class. Fuck… something was going on with her, for sure. There was a tight knot of excitement in her stomach, and she didn’t even need to look to know that she was soaked. Something about the idea of all three of her roommates, needy and backed up for an entire month…

I mean… there’s nothing wrong with a little harmless teasing, right? Just to get back at them for ditching me at that party…  

 Totally. This wouldn’t get out of control at all. The cool air brushed her burning cheeks, and with a shaky hand, she fished her phone out of her handbag to do a little online outfit shopping when she got to class. She wouldn’t get carried away with this… right?

part 2 of this little commission series i’m doing! Janice has a minor wardrobe malfunction on the train on her way to work! and when you have a cock as fucking *huge* as hers, a minor malfunction can end up being pretty embarrassing, especially when it happens right in front of a bashful older woman…~

sorry this chapter took so loooong :c i’ve been dealing with some pretty nasty motivation issues lately, but i finally managed to knuckle down and get this one bashed out!

Janice collapsed into her seat, and sighed with relief. She had run as fast as she could, and had still barely managed to catch the train! She’d worked up a bit of a sweat, to the point where her glasses had fogged up a little, but at least she wasn’t gonna be late on the first day of her new job. As she relaxed back in her seat, she allowed her legs to carelessly spread apart, closing her eyes for a moment as she caught her breath…

“Hhah! Oh my god…”

Janice’s eyes flickered open. What was that? She glanced around the clean, modern carriage, and realised that there was only one other occupant, sitting opposite to her, an older, matronly-looking woman with short black hair, dressed in similarly formal office-wear to Janice. Even though her outfit was hardly suggestive, it also didn’t do much to hide her body; Janice had to struggle not to stare at her huge, soft-looking breasts, and her cock gave a twitch as she imagined what it would be like to have them wrapped around her…

Janice was so preoccupied that it took her a moment to realise that something was up with the woman. She was wide-eyed, one hand covering her mouth as she looked off to the side with her cheeks flushed, and hands bunched up in the material of her skirt. What was going on?

Janice glanced around absently, at the relatively normal, empty train car, and even looked out of the window as Vihdale’s city centre whooshed by, wondering if anything was going on out there. Giving a mental shrug, she looked into her own lap… and felt her heart stop. 

In her haste to get out of the house on time, she hadn’t checked how well her new uniform fit. Sure, all of the individual components were sized properly, but…

There was perhaps a two inch gap between the hem of her skirt, and the top of her stockings. 

And that meant that she had been walking around with two inches of thick, twitching dickmeat totally exposed!

To make matters worse, the way her legs were spread was practically shoving it into the poor businesswoman’s face! No wonder she was so embarrassed! Without even thinking, Janice clamped her legs shut to hide her cock, and-

“Hhhhnnn…” 

Her eyes rolled back as her cock was squeezed between her thick, meaty thighs, and Janice felt her body shaking.

Nooo… I can’t… not right in front of someone else…

Janice took a few deep breaths, glancing down again, before letting out a whine.

Sure, her cock was hidden, but in her haste to leave the house that morning, she hadn’t even put a bra on… and now her nipples were poking through the thin material of her blouse! Between that, the obviously lewd expression on her face, and the eyeful of girldick her new friend had already gotten…

Oh fuck, she thinks I’m some kind of perveeeeert… Janice whined internally, and even as she despaired, her sensitive, needy cock was begging for stimulation.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… y-y’know…” Janice looked up at the woman, and tried for a reassuring smile, but undercut it by biting her own lip, the feeling of the slick, cum-filled condom being squeezed around her dick distracting her. 

“I just, I have this condition where I’m, uh, I-I’m really sensitive, I’m so sorry, I just can’t control it…”

The older woman still wasn’t replying, and Janice was starting to panic. She didn’t want people to think she was some sort of exhibitionist. She wasn’t like that, really! It wasn’t her fault!

Nervously, the other passenger glanced around the empty train car. 

Shitshitshit, is she gonna shout for help or something? I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked, I’m so-

And then the woman reached up, deftly popped the top three buttons on her blouse, and pulled the two sides apart, revealing that…

 Janice’s eyes widened. She wasn’t wearing a bra either! This stranger was flashing her soft, heavy tits at Janice in public, her breathing ragged as she shook her chest a little, putting an appealing jiggle into them. 

This was too much for Janice. She was trying desperately to keep herself under control, but this situation was just too perverted! Her hips twitched, and in one, two, three pumps between her thighs-

Sqqqrrrrlllcchhh~

“Ohmyfuckinggodnooooo…” Janice whined, even as her eyes rolled up in her head, and her fists clenched with a handful of miniskirt each. In a moment, the situation had turned from panic-inducing to utterly humiliating, as her already-bloated condom struggled dangerously to contain her second load of the day.

As she managed to refocus on her surroundings, Janice saw a familiar expression of shock and pity on the flasher’s face. But rather unusually, it didn’t become one of disappointment. Rather, it looked a lot more like…

“Fuuuck… that was hot,” she said, in a distinctive Georgian twang, idly twirling a finger around her hard nipples, seemingly in no hurry to rebutton her blouse.

“Are you seriously that much of a quickshot? That’s soooo cute… and you’ve even got a little condom to catch it?” the woman stood, and strode over the space in the centre of the carriage, before dropping to her knees, and reaching up to firmly spread Janice’s legs open.

“W-wait… what are you-”

“I have to get off at the next stop, so I don’t have time to have any more fun with you, buuut… I’ll do a little trade with you,” she reached into her pocket, and extracted a business card.

“I’ll give you my number…”

She tucked the card into the pocket of Janice’s suit jacket.

“And you give me a li’l souvenir…”

“I-I don’t know what you-hhhaaaahhh…”

Janice realised that she had badly misjudged Hayley (the name she had seen in her brief glimpse of the business card). Rather than being embarrassed and bashful, it turned out that she was actually a total pervert! The only reason she’d looked anxious was because she was worried she’d get caught acting like one!

Janice squirmed as Hayley’s carefully manicured nails lightly brushed the still-sensitive base of her cock. Then she squirmed a lot more when she realised that Hayley was trying to slide her condom off.

“N-no, wait, I need th-that, you can’t just…”

“Pfft, come on, after dumpin’ a load likethat? Those balls are nice and drained, honey, and I want a taste…”

Apparently Hayley was so fixated on getting a taste of Janice’s cum that she hadn’t realised that she was still completely hard, totally overwhelmed by the fact that a gorgeous older woman was kneeling in front of her, soft tits less than a foot away from her cock, and lightly touching it, carefully sliding off the stretched, blue latex.

“S-seriously, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Shout for help? Seriously? Come on, sweetie, just lie back and enjoy it…”

I’m gonna cum, you dumb pervvvv… Janice thought, but she could barely form single vowels, never mind a full sentence. She’d just have to try and tough it out. After all, if she came now, it wouldn’t just be embarrassing; Hayley had slid the condom almost halfway off her cock, meaning it would make ahuge mess, to say the least.

Janice grit her teeth, closed her eyes, desperately attempted to ignore the sensations from between her legs, not to mention the soft cooing and moaning coming from roughly the same area…

“Fuck, what a nasty cock… such a waste, if you actually had any stamina, I’d have let you drag me into the bathroom by now… nnfff, this thing would stretch me out so gooood…” Janice could feel Hayley’s hot breath against every inch of slick, cum-coated girlmeat, and tried very hard not to think about what it would be like to feel her soft, plump lips against her dick…

“But just because your cock is totally worthless doesn’t mean your cum will be, it smells incredible…” Hayley whined, as the undeniably heavy musk that accompanied all of Janice’s oversized loads filled the empty carriage. 

“Almost… got it… there!” with a truly depraved sluuurpnoise, Hayley finally pulled the condom free, leaving Janice’s cock twitching and leaking directly onto the floor of the carriage. Nonetheless, Janice breathed a sigh of relief. She’d actually managed to hold on! She felt very pleased with herself, right up until she opened her eyes, just in time to see Hayley lean in and plant a soft little smooch right on the tip.

Janice’s balls churned. Her cock twitched. Her toes curled. 

And she spurted rope after jelly-thick rope of nasty, yellow girl goo all over Hayley, the train’s floor, and even on herself!

For the second time in under five minutes, Janice gasped as she tried to get her breath back after blowing her load. She looked down at Hayley, who, at least, no longer looked quite so smug.

Rather, the older businesswoman had a completely stunned expression. Her clothes were ruined. Thick, yellow streaks of cum were clearly visible on her blouse, and her breasts were almost completely coated. Her makeup was also a write-off; with the consistency of glue, Janice’s cum drooled down Hayley’s face, and she blinked in shock a few times. 

For a few moments, the two sat together, in silence, until…

“The next stop is Jack Street Station,” a slightly tinny voice came over the intercom. At the same time, both women felt the train begin to slow.

“Well, this has been fun,” Hayley stood, rebuttoning her blouse as quickly as she’d opened it.

“But, this is my stop. Give me a call if you wanna do this again sometime, cutie,” she winked at Janice, before deftly tying off the overfull condom, and slipping it into her bag.

“Oh, and uh… you might wanna duck into the bathroom before anyone at the station sees you.”

Janice, still struggling to generate coherent thoughts, nonetheless managed to push herself onto her feet, wobbling dangerously on her shaky legs and tall heels. Hayley’s eyes were briefly fixed on Janice’s still-hard cock as it swayed back and forth, now totally out in the open as Janice’s skirt had ridden up.

“W-wait, but what are you going to-”

Janice stopped mid-sentence as Hayley reached into her purse again, and pulled out a pair of sleek, fashionable sunglasses. She pulled her suit jacket closed, hiding most of her ruined blouse, and then held her hand over the lower half of her face, as if she was deep in thought. 

“This isn’t the first time I’ve made a mess like this in public, dear,” she replied, as the tell-tale squeal of the train’s brakes indicated to Janice that she had maybe twenty seconds to get her cock out of sight. 

“Now go on, I’ll see you around!” she reached out, grabbed Janice by the shoulders, and turned her around, before pushing her in the direction of the bathroom. Janice stumbled, but managed to maintain her balance. As she pushed the button which slid the door open, she looked around just in time to see the train pulling to a stop in a crowded station, with Hayley standing at the door, waiting to exit. She turned, and removed her hand to give Janice a final wave, briefly exposing her cum-covered face, before the doors opened, and Janice ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Mel is worried about her adorably small dick, and decides to take part  in an experimental trial for a new drug called Gro-Me! Follow her  progress as she tries to transform her adorable little quickshot cock  into a thick, twitching breedpole, all in time to impress her girlfriend  Luca on Valentine’s Day!

Of course, with an incredibly sadistic scientist overseeing the trial,  and strange side-effects appearing with every dose, it might not be that  simple…~

“Current date, January 20th. This is just a quick check-in with Test Subject #001-A, to measure the effects of Eros Corporation Limited’s ‘Gro-Me’ drug on a human test subject, after one week of continuous use. So, how are you feeling?”

Mel smiled into the camera.

“I’m really good! The pills are working super well!”

Dr. Addams leaned back in her chair, and crossed her legs, the smooth nylon of her pantyhose shining under the bright laboratory lights.

“Is that so? What has the effect been so far?”

Without hesitation, Mel stood up, and, after some excited fumbling, pulled her pants down to her knees. The difference was obvious; her flaccid cock had almost doubled in size, still on the smaller side, but not absurdly so.

Dr. Addams stroked her chin, and gave a hm of approval.

“Um… do you need to do any of the tests you did last time, or…?” Mel tried not to sound hopeful. The fact was, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about anything that Dr. Addams had said for the past week, and part of her had been looking forward to more…

“Oh, there’s no need for that this session, we’re just covering your progress, which looks good, and any potential side effects you may be experiencing. Do you have any to report?”

Mel seriously considered pushing the issue, but decided against it. She shouldn’t get used to doing stuff like that.

“Well, there have been a couple of things…”

“Such as?”

“Uh… it’s a little embarrassing, but… it gets hard a lot more easily now…”

Dr. Addams tilted her head curiously, and the ghost of that same cruel smirk she had worn last session crossed her features.

“Is that so? Interesting… the subject’s penis responds much more readily to stimulus… could you give us some examples of what sorts of stimuli are most effective?”

Mel shivered, despite the comfortable temperature of the lab. 

“I…”

Every time Luca bends over to pick something up, I can’t think about anything except grabbing her hips and filling her ass with cock. Every time she leaves the house, all those things you said about her cheating on me come flooding back and I can’t help but jerk off while thinking about it. Every time she makes a cute little joke about my “little friend” I want to push her to her knees and cockslap her.

“J-just morning wood, that kinda thing, y’know?”

Dr. Addams was scribbling furiously on her clipboard.

“I see. And has the consistency or amount of your ejaculations changed in any way?”

“Um… is that normal?”

Because I used to just be able to quietly rub one out in the bathroom or even in bed and it wasn’t noticeable, but now it’s thick and heavy and it smells kinda bad… it gets stuck under my foreskin if I leave it without washing…

“Very. The drug works by inducing growth in various parts of your sexual anatomy, and one of the expected effects of this is an increase in the rate of semen production.”

“Th-then yeah, I guess it’s a little thicker…”

Dr. Addams smiled to herself. She seemed to be hearing everything she wanted to.

“Excellent. And, if I might ask, have there been any changes to your refractory period?”

Mel paused. This was one area where she didn’t really need to downplay anything.

“Um… not really, no. I need a rest after I cum, same as ever. Should there be a change?”

With a frown, Dr. Addams added a few more notes to her clipboard. Then she placed it on the table, and steepled her fingers together, looking thoughtful.

“We were expecting to see some shifts, but the fact that there haven’t been any is no cause for concern. They might take a while to manifest, or they may never appear at all. That’s why we do these trials, after all, to test and see if our hypotheses about these drugs are correct. At any rate, it sounds as if things are proceeding more or less as expected. I have no qualms about signing off on another week’s worth of pills for you, if you’re happy to continue with the study?”

Mel nodded quickly, eager to get home with more Gro-Me. Sure, she hadn’t been expecting quite so many odd side effects, but she couldn’t argue with the results!

Mel is worried about her adorably small dick, and decides to take part in an experimental trial for a new drug called Gro-Me! Follow her progress as she tries to transform her adorable little quickshot cock into a thick, twitching breedpole, all in time to impress her girlfriend Luca on Valentine’s Day!

Of course, with an incredibly sadistic scientist overseeing the trial, and strange side-effects appearing with every dose, it might not be that simple…~

hey y'all! i’d hoped to have this whole story finished for today, but unfortunately real life is a butt, so I only have the first two chapters ready to post! i really hope everyone enjoys them, and i’ll try to get the rest up soon! <3

“Current date, January 13th. This is the first day of the month-long trial of Eros Corporation Limited’s new experimental enhancement drug, designation #7567, currently named “Gro-Me”. I’m Dr. Addams, and I’m sitting with Test Subject #001-A. Today’s interview is just getting to know the subject, gathering a little information, and making sure that she’s right for this project. Would you care to introduce yourself for the camera, and explain why you’re here?”

Dr. Addams certainly looked like someone who worked for a company that dealt in biological and sexual enhancements. Plump, pink lips which hung slightly open when she wasn’t talking, pure platinum blonde hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail, and two big, soft, natural-looking tits straining the buttons on the blouse she wore under her lab coat… it was enough to make Test Subject #001-A, aka Mel, feel a little insecure about her relatively flat chest, among other things.

She squirmed in her seat, on the opposite side of the table to the scientist, playing with the frayed sleeves of her thick sweater. It wasn’t just the fact that Dr. Addams was hot that was making her nervous; the sterile white walls of the lab, the camera, the formal tone of it all, it was a little overwhelming… and that wasn’t even getting into the fact that the whole thing was very embarrassing. But Mel was a woman on a mission. She took a breath, before smiling into the camera.

“Hi, I’m Mel! I’m 28 years old, and, uh…”

She paused, and drummed her fingers on the table between herself and the scientist, who raised an eyebrow expectantly. Mel’s cheeks darkened.

“I… uh… I’m participating in this study because I’m…”

Mel trailed off, staring at her lap as the blush spread from her cheeks to cover her whole face. The scientist leaned forward, smirking at her test subject.

“I’m sorry, would you mind speaking up?”Mel made an embarrassed little squeak.

“I… I want a bigger dick… to impress my girlfriend, Luca, for Valentine’s day!”

She had hoped that would be enough detail, but the scientist nodded, and then said “Would you mind telling us what size it is currently? Erect length in inches, for preference.”

Mel groaned inwardly. “U-um… th-three inches-”

“That’s not what you wrote on your application form,” Dr. Addams interjected, her smile only widening.

Uuuggghh… don’t make me say iiit…

“It’s… two and a half…”

“When you can actually get it hard,” Dr. Addams finished for her, before scribbling something in her notes.

“Y-yeah… my girlfriend says it doesn’t bother her, b-but I sometimes worry that someone with something bigger is going to come along and… y’know…”

Dr. Addams nodded solemnly without looking up from her clipboard.

“And just to wrap up our data collection, could you show the camera what we’re starting with here?”

Mel blinked.

“I… what do you mean?”

Dr. Addams looked up again.

“Just strip down a little so we can see how big- well, what size you currently have.”

Mel squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Maybe this whole thing had been a bad idea… but she’d come this far already. She wasn’t going to back out now, especially since she’d probably end up having to document her… growth several more times. May as well get used to it now.

“OK, here…”

Mel stood up, and, with shaky hands, pulled down her jeans. Dr. Addams’ eyes widened.

“Oh dear… subject #001-A has… a deficiency, certainly…”

Mel felt like sinking into the floor. She glanced down at her crotch, and was met with the same sight she always was; her cock, a slightly darker shade of brown than the rest of her skin, sitting limply against a set of nuts that were only slightly smaller than average, which only further underscored how pathetically small it was, at barely an inch long.

“We’ll need to look again into subject #001-A’s claims about her size, she may have been erroneously factoring in the length of her foreskin,” Dr. Addams noted, leaning across the table, getting so close that Mel could feel her breath against her drooping, oversized foreskin.

“Could you demonstrate how much… larger… it gets when you’re hard?” she asked. Mel felt like she was going to die. Dr. Addams’ constant veiled remarks about her cock were mortifying, and yet… she couldn’t deny that having such an attractive girl examining her dick so closely felt kind of nice…

With that in mind, Mel bit her lip, nodded, and then reached down, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the head of her cock. Gently, she started stroking, closing her eyes, and picturing Luca’s face. Her raven-black hair, soft, chubby body, the way she smiled and flirted with her…

“So… you want a bigger dick to make sure your girlfriend doesn’t cheat on you?”

Mel’s eyes snapped open. Dr. Addams had put her clipboard down, and was now resting her chin in her hand, leaning across the table, only a few inches from Mel’s dick.

“Y-yeah, I guess…” Mel gasped, feeling herself starting to harden.

“Are you sure she’s not cheating on you already?” her smirk had gone from teasing to downright wicked.

“Because if my girlfriend’s cock was that pathetic, I’d totally be getting pounded behind her back… maybe that’s what she’s doing while you’re at this appointment! Inviting some hung stud over, getting stretched in the same bed you usually disappoint her in?”

Mel’s breathing was getting faster. This was awful. She didn’t want to hear this. But…

“I mean… I haven’t even taken any supplements, but my cock is a nice, meaty, nine incher… maybe I should make some house calls during your treatment? Introduce myself to Luca, get nice and friendly with her, and then dump a few loads into her cunt while you watch.”

“Nnnhhh… d-don’t… don’t say thaaaat…” Mel whined pathetically.

“No? You don’t wanna think about your girlfriend being used as a cumdump for hung studs? Or rather… you want her to be your cumdump, don’t you? You want her to get on her knees, and beg for your cock…”

“Y-yes… fuck, I do…” Mel replied, increasing her pace.

“Close your eyes… imagine that pathetic little nub is actually the fat fucking breeder meat you’re going to have when you finish this treatment… stuffing it into that cheating whore’s pussy and making sure she swears off any cock except yours…” the supposedly professional scientist looked up, undoing a few buttons on her blouse, and exposing an inviting valley of cleavage to Mel.

“Hhh- th-that’s awful…” she might have been whining, but Mel was now rock hard, and her balls were drawing up, getting ready to unload…

“Go on. Creampie her. Make her yours,” Dr. Addams purred, and that was enough to tip Mel over the edge. With a moan, she fired a few thin, watery strings of cum, which landed on Dr. Addams’ chest, before collapsing back into her chair, her legs feeling weak.

Dr. Addams extracted a tissue from the small box on the table, and smartly wiped the dribble of cum off her tits, before walking over to the trash can in the corner, and disposing of it with a look of contempt on her face. She came back over just as Mel was getting her breath back.

“Subject was brought to orgasm in less than one minute by fantasies of her significant other cheating on her, and has indeed overestimated the size of her erect penis by at least half an inch. In my opinion, this shows conclusively that she is a good fit for this study, and I will be sending her home with one week’s supply of Gro-Me. I’ll arrange an appointment to check in with subject #001-A when that time has elapsed. End recording.”

Dr. Addams thumbed the red button on the video camera, before buttoning up her blouse again.

“W-wait… s-so all those things you were saying… were just part of the experiment?” Mel asked, pulling up her jeans and getting to her feet, feeling rather embarrassed.

“Oh, completely! I would never say such awful things sincerely,” Dr. Addams replied. Mel really wished she could believe her, but the sheer glee that had been in her voice when she had been saying all that…

She shook it off. So her methods were a little unconventional. It wasn’t like Mel was taking part in a conventional study. She could roll with the weirdness, as long as it meant she got a bigger cock out of it… right? 

At first glance, Janice seems to be the archetypical femstud; she’s gorgeous, busty, and most importantly, has a huge, uncut bitchbreaker between her legs… the only problem is, she has zero stamina to back it up! Her cock is always leaking, is almost impossible to keep soft, and while feeling a light breeze isn’t quite enough to make Janice empty her fat nuts, it’d certainly make her oversensitive girlmeat *twitch*… can she get through an entire day of her new job without embarassing herself by prematurely cumming in front of her new colleagues? Definitely not~

an anonymous commission! <3

Janice tugged her shiny black stockings up her legs, a piece of toast clenched between her teeth as her eyes darted across the room for a quick glance at the kitchen clock. Fuck, she was gonna be so late! She only had ten minutes until her train left, and she was half-asleep, barely dressed, and a total mess! Not to mention…

Janice glanced down between her legs, where sixteen thick, girthy inches of girlmeat bobbed innocently, curving upward until the end was practically level with her belly button! A thick layer of foreskin covered almost the entire length of her aching, twitching shaft, exposing only the very tip, which, even as Janice looked at it, responded to a deep twitch by leaking gooey, pearly-white precum…

She bit her lip; usually before she set off, she’d make sure to… “take care” of her little problem, but there was no time this morning. It was the first day of her new job, and she couldn’t afford to be late! She’d just have to skip straight to step two…

Stuffing the last of her toast into her mouth and getting to her feet, the girl was acutely aware that she was wearing only her stockings, and a pair of 5-inch, glossy black office heels. The rest of her new uniform was still in a heap on the coffee table, having arrived late the previous night. Janice click-clacked into her bedroom, and as she did she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, noting that from the neck-up, with her smart glasses, pretty face, and her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looked like a model employee. From the neck down, however…

Janice’s cock throbbed as she gave herself a quick examination. It was just a fact; she was a total knockout, and her fat, perky, breasts wobbled gently as she couldn’t help but strike a pose or two. It was a little embarrassing to admit, but more than once, she’d spent entire evenings masturbating to her own reflection, spraying her mirror with cum over and over again, and memories of such occasions washed over Janice as her pink nipples stuck lewdly out, lowering her hand to gently brush against her cock…

No! I don’t have time for that!

With some difficulty, Janice tore her gaze away from her own reflection, and made her way over to the dresser next to her bed, trying not to think about the way her rock-hard, oversized dick, and equally oversized chest, jiggled as she walked.

I can do this, I still have time…

A few moments later, Janice had retrieved her prize from the dresser; her box of XXXL Monster Slut-Breaker-brand condoms.

Between her drop-dead gorgeous appearance, huge cock, and the ample supply of condoms in her dresser, you might be forgiven for thinking that Janice was a total stud, regularly bringing girls back to her room to pound with the monstrous bitchbreaker between her thighs. However, the reality was quite different…

“Ok, come on Janice, you can do this…” she murmured to herself, lying back on her bed and feeling her breath quicken as she ripped open a packet, tossing the foil to the side before pressing the cool, slick latex against the leaking tip of her cock…

“Hhhaaa!!” she whined, feeling her balls churn just at the minor contact. She took a few breaths, and tried again, much more gently this time, throwing her head back and whining as she slowly, carefully rolled the cool, blue latex over her cock. 

“Nnnnhhh… a-almost… got it…” Janice writhed as she almost managed to tug it all the way to the base… but she was already too worked up. Her hips involuntarily swung upwards, and the condom gave a worrying creak as it was suddenly stuffed with monster girlcock, all while Janice’s eyes rolled back and her overstuffed nuts unloaded into the slick latex.

“N-noooo…” she whimpered, hips twitching as the mere feeling of putting a condom on caused her huge, oversensitive bitchmeat to cum.

This was why, at 27 years old, Janice was still a virgin; her cock was huge, but she was such a hopeless premature ejaculator that even this much stimulation reduced her to a quivering, shaking wreck!

She had tried everything over the years. Hours a day getting soaked with sweat while doing squats to try and strengthen her pelvic floor had given Janice a firm, gropeable ass, and had affected her sexual performance not one bit. She had hoped to find more success with edging, but while she could, if she was really careful, spend hours gently stroking and teasing her cock, as soon as she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few firm, meaty pumps, she would completely lose control, and find herself lying in a gasping heap, her entire upper body coated in cum! Hypnosis had been her last hope for a DIY fix, but as it turns out, being constantly hyperaware of the fact that she was about to cum had left Janice entirely too wired to actually sink into a trance, and so a few weeks of this training regimen had left the poor girl with a cock that was exactly as sensitive as it had been before, and an embarrassing new fetish for pretty girls softly and sweetly calling her a “hopeless premature ejaculator”…

Janice rolled over, and got to her feet on shaky legs, examining the condom, and sighing with relief when she found that it hadn’t ripped. More than once, she’d ended up leaving the house late because she’d had to try on condom after condom, each one tearing as she got carried away and slammed it full of sensitive, virgin girldick. Or worse still, on one particularly embarrassing occasion, she hadn’t even noticed that it had broken until she was already out, and a little light flirting and touching had caused her to blow her load all over her date’s shoes! 

This was why she had to be so meticulous about putting on her condom every morning; even still, it was a humiliating ritual, and Janice often felt incredibly pathetic when her balls dumped a load of heavy, virile ball goo at so little stimulation… although she couldn’t deny that part of her found it rather hot.

Carefully, she reached down, and tucked her cock into her right stocking, trying not to touch the still-hard bitchmeat more than she had to. Janice knew from experience that it usually took at least six or seven rapid-fire, ball-draining, toe-curling orgasms just to get soft for a few hours, and she simply didn’t have enough time this morning! Trying not to think about the very obvious bulge her erection created in the stocking, she threw on the blouse, jacket, and office skirt that constituted the rest of her uniform, and ran for the door.

a quick glimpse into Kieran’s life now that he’s become a broken, drooling pumpdrone for Goddess Angela!

thanks again to @cheatingpornaddict for commissioning such a huge story from me! i really enjoyed working on it! <3

“Fuck, fuck, I love you Goddess, yes, fuuuck!” Kieran edged inside Angela’s fleshlight pussy. The clock in the corner of his computer screen read 04:32 am. He’d been going for nearly 12 solid hours. 

His new apartment was disgusting; an almost exact recreation of the Porn Den VR background Anikka had loaded into his headset. Even before he’d moved in and covered the place in dirty dishes, takeout boxes, and porno mags, it had been a hovel, one that he’d been forced to move into after his little spending spree half a year earlier. He’d had to sell most of what he owned to make a dent in the massive debts he’d accrued, including his home. He’d been fired from his job after footage of him acting like a total creep at the porn convention emerged. So now he spent all of his time in this one-bedroom dump, jerking off day and night, subsisting on a diet of instant noodles and greasy takeout.

He stank.

He was a mess.

He didn’t care.

The desk his computer sat on was worse; Anikka’s panties sat before him, his usual cumrag, and Lana’s yoga pants, thrown at his face after she realised he had “ruined” them were draped across it too. Porn DVDs covered the rest, and his VR headset was plugged in, ready to sustain this particular pump sesh well into the morning. Unless he was interrupted, of course…

His heart leapt as a notification pinged in the corner of his screen.

Goddess.

He opened it, and was faced with a picture of her, winking into the camera with a neon blue sling bikini in the store window behind her. Wherever she was, it was a bright, sunny day, the opposite of the dark, dank little porn den where Kieran made his home.

Hey, I saw this bikini while I was out, it looks suuper cute, i was wondering if you’d pick it up for me? <3

Kieran squinted. Months of doing nothing but stare at a screen in the dark were doing permanent damage to his eyes, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except porn.

The price tag was around $700. That was pretty restrained for Angela’s requests, these days. Kieran didn’t hesitate, opening his Paypal and sliding further into debt as he sent her the money, and then, after a moment’s hesitation, another $50 tip. His cock twitched in his sex toy as he imagined her getting the money with that smirk on her face. It would mean another month of nothing but bland, salt-loaded, health destroying instant noodles, but…

He didn’t care.

As he lay back and started pumping anew, he got another message from her. He clicked without hesitation, again.

Good boy. Now, let’s talk accessories…

Kieran edged again, credit card in hand, and got ready to spend.

the final chapter! will Kieran manage to restrain his impulse to spend, spend, spend for porn Goddesses? will Angela take pity on him and let him off easy? will Jane realise she doesn’t have three story-related questions to ask to draw you in?

find out in this explosive finale!!

“Mmm, you really are helpless for me, aren’t you?” Angela teased while Kieran followed her to their final destination. He nodded in agreement, mouth hanging open. How could he argue? Here he was, lube-soaked dick stuffed into his stained sweatpants, stinking of precum and plastic pussy, blowing almost $300 on perverted sex toys and nasty porn, all on the whim of his Goddess. He felt so mentally exhausted and hollowed out that he was practically in a trance.

“I guess this will really put that to the test… “ Angela gestured up the booth they were approaching, and Kieran’s heart stopped.

Louboutin.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck…

Kieran tried not to freak out as he was led into the spacious stall. Louboutin seemed to have been able to rent a lot more floor space than any of the others, and Kieran had a feeling he knew why.

“Ooh, what about this pair? They’re on sale!” Angela held up a box and pulled back the lid, and Kieran looked down at the pair of Louboutin high heels, nestled on a layer of soft cushioning inside the box. They were dark blue platform heels, gently reflecting the light as Angela waved them enticingly in front of him. 

“H-how much are they?” he asked, dreading the answer.

“Not that much, just $500,” Angela shrugged at the figure, but Kieran’s cock twitched, his mind full to the brim of images of him swiping his card and going straight into his overdraft just so that Angela could have a new pair of shoes…

“I c-can’t afford it, Goddess…” he whined, pathetically. Some distant part of himself that he’d thought long-dead, the Kieran that had more than mere tunnel vision for more porn, more masturbation, more pleasure, was screaming at him to stop. So far, this was a pretty nasty monetary setback. If he spent this much though, there’d be no coming back. There would be real life, irrevocable consequences for letting his cock control his wallet, and letting Angela control his cock. So he couldn’t do it.

Angela smiled, seemingly nonplussed.

“That’s fine, I understand. Oh, hi Lana!”

“Hey Angela,” came the reply from behind Kieran’s back. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed this was some sort of nightmare as Lana Rhoades strutted into the tent.

“You said something about a free pair of heels?” Kieran opened his eyes right as she strolled past him, his eyes immediately glued to her ass.

She was dressed far more conservatively than most of the pornstars at the event; a white tank top covered her tits, and her lower half was crammed into a pair of bright blue yoga pants, which were visibly strained by the fat curve of her ass. Kieran didn’t even notice his hand was in his pants until Angela and Lana both looked over and giggled.

“So, that’s our ticket to free Louboutins?” Lana asked.

“Well, I thought so, but he’s suddenly decided that he’s not a pathetic loser who can barely control himself around a pretty girl, never mind Goddesses like us, so he’s refusing to pay for it.”
“Fufu… we’ll soon fix that…” the two of them sashayed towards him, lionesses stalking their weak, helpless prey.

“Question is, what will it take?” Angela asked.

“Do you want to feel us up? Sink your fingers into my fat, PAWG booty while you play with her mommytits?” Lana cooed into his ear.
“Or do you wanna get filthier? Nastier?” Angela continued, walking around behind him.

“We could give you a double titjob…”

“You could always try your hand at anal…”

“Or maybe…”

“You’re too much of a loser for that?”

“Maybe the thought of actually fucking us doesn’t hold any appeal to you at all, you pornosexual fistfucking pig…”

“Maybe what you want is far more shameful than that…”

They both leaned in, and whispered in unison in Kieran’s ear.

“Maybe you want to bend Lana over and fuck the shit out of her fleshlight while Angela holds it on her slutty ass…”

Kieran needed to run. He was really going to; this was way too much, it had simply gone too far. But he hesitated for a moment, and in that moment Lana and Angela both reached out and wrapped their hands around the outline of his cock. The day’s teasing had left it so bloated and pent up that two petite hands couldn’t come close to covering the full length, and it had become thick enough that Kieran wasn’t sure either of them could totally encircle it between their thumb and middle finger.
“It’s too late, Kieran…”

“This fat gooner dong…”

“And these packed, aching nuts…”

“They’re all ours now,” Angela smiled, and Kieran knew she was right.

Any pretence of decency was long-gone; the other patrons of the stall looked on in shock as Lana dropped to her hands and knees, waving her slutty ass as Angela ripped the packaging off the final fleshlight, and tugged Kieran’s pants down, exposing his pale, greasy cock.

The bright show-lights of the Louboutin tent reflected off the thick layer of slick lube still coating his dick, drawing the eyes of the appalled onlookers to the twitching veins, throbbing shaft, and bloated, orange-sized nuts that had been denied any release all day by these teasing harlots. Even Angela looked impressed for a second, perhaps mentally comparing him against the biggest, nastiest porn dicks she’d taken over the years, and surprised by how well he measured up. Not to mention that she must have been pleased by the way her teasing had so obviously and visibly corrupted her new piggy, and how under her control he seemed.

But Kieran had a plan.

Angela would wait until he was right on the edge to get him to start buying things; she would be expecting him to draw this out, to enjoy getting a faux-fuck from one of his other favourite pornstars, but all Kieran would have to do is slam Lana’s slutty plastic asshole for a few strokes, and then empty his heaving nuts into it. Then, he could make his escape.

He smirked to himself as he knelt behind Lana, who was looking around at him eagerly, and stroked his cock against the soft silicone Angela now held against Lana’s jiggling ass.

“Oh! One more thing…” Kieran was so focussed on how smart his little plan was that he barely registered Angela deftly undoing her ponytail, allowing her black hair to cascade over her shoulders, and then, with a few quick movements, tied the hairband around the base off Kieran’s dick.

“There, good to go!” she smiled, and before Kieran could respond, Lana’s legs snuck around behind him and pushed him forward, and his dick was buried in the plastic asshole.

It felt incredible. He was so pent up, so desperate to cum, that he could feel every artificial detail of the fake butt that he’d spent so many years worshipping, all of them stroking and stimulating his poor, abused cock. In less than ten seconds of pumping, his balls retracted, and Angela smirked as she watched his eyes roll back in his head. He was gonna cum. He was gonna… fuck, he couldn’t!

He kept slamming his hips against Lana’s wobbling ass, ignoring her porny cries and moans as she encouraged him, his entire body trapped right on the edge, his balls trying to pump the biggest load of his life up his shaft, the pain mounting as Angela’s simple little hairband held him on the edge.

“Poor, helpless piggy,” Angela laughed, while Kieran’s face was caught between agony and ecstasy. 

“You’re not going to cum until you give yourself to me entirely,” she snapped her fingers, and the cashier hurried over, a rather professional looking young man who seemed to be doing his best to take all of this in his stride.

“What are the most expensive shoes in this place?” she asked, sweetly.

“Ah, um, those would be the Python Peep for Ladies, Ms. White, $1,795 each.”

“Hmm… yes, I’ll take a pair in black, what about you Lana?”

“I… ohh, fuck, he’s pounding my ass so hard… b-blue, please, Angela…”

“Perfect! I’ll also take a Fetish Peep, in hot pink, with the reinforced heels, I plan to get fucked a lot in them, and for Lana… no, don’t tell me dear, this is my treat… the Alminata, in silver. Yes, I think that’ll do.”

“That brings your total to $5,530‬, Ms White.”

“Fufu… I think you’ll find that it’s his total…”

Kieran let out a moan as he continued to fuck Lana’s flehslight. He was in hell. It felt too good to stop, far too good, but every single thrust made his body scream at him to cum, and he just… couldn’t! His mind was so fried by the constant teasing that it didn’t even occur to him to simply stop thrusting and take the hairband off his dick while Angela was preoccupied; the thought of not pounding the silicone asshole before him while digging his fingers into Lana’s fat, jiggly ass simply didn’t compute with the shattered remnants of his mind.

“Now, come on Kieran…” Angela waved the card machine in front of him.

“Pay for all these heels, and I’ll let you cum…”

It was possible. Kieran knew it was. It’d cut into his life savings considerably, but he could pay for them. But he wouldn’t. No way.

“I’m… n-not gonna…” he whined, sounding a lot less defiant out loud than he did in his head.

Angela shrugged.

“Suit yourself. What would all of you ladies like?”

Kieran almost froze. Who was she talking to?

“Ooh, I want the fetish peeps too…”

“Maybe the postdams for me…”

The list went on and on, and even while Kieran’s wrecked brain kept him totally focussed on pumping his aching cock into Lana’s fleshlight, he recognised every voice. Every single one was a pornstar he worshipped, a Goddess who he’d professed his love to in dozens of late-night fistfuck sessions. Nicolette Shea. Abigail Mac. Madison Ivy. Anikka had come round from the VR booth, accompanied by AJ Applegate. All of them crowded around him, chattering about what heels they wanted, pushing their tits against his face, rubbing their perfect asses against every part of his body, encouraging him to pound Lana harder, to spend every single penny for us, to be their slave for the rest of his life. Kieran lost track of the total for the heels after it hit quintuple digits; he was totally lost, his world consumed by porn, asses and Goddesses and bikinis and high heels, and he’d never needed to cum so badly as he did now.

“Well, Kieran?” Angela asked, her voice cutting through the chatter, reducing his whole world to his cock, and his Goddess.

“Pay for us, Kieran. Give tribute to your Goddesses. Destroy your life on our whims.” 

There was something in her eyes. A sort of frantic, overpowering, manic lust, the sort he was used to seeing whenever she dropped to her knees in a room crowded by sweating naked men, each pulling out a hard dick for her to deep-throat. He glanced around, and saw Lana looking at him, the same look in her eyes. It was the same for Anikka, AJ, and every other Goddess whose gaze he caught.

This isn’t just a grift for them.

They weren’t just doing this to get some free shoes; they were turned on, actually aroused, at the mere thought of Kieran destroying his life for all of them. Lana’s sweatpants were soaked, ditto Angela’s bikini, and Anikka’s still-bare pussy was drooling all over her thighs.

Kieran found himself nodding along to what Angela had said. How could he resist? He was pathetic, powerless, and these powerful, sexy, sadistic women knew it. He’d never stood a chance. 

He typed in his PIN. His finger hovered over the ‘Enter’ button, and Angela hooked a finger under the hair bobble, loosening the pressure just a little.

“Now, become our piggy, forever.”

Kieran let out a groan as he hit the green button, and as his life crumbled, Angela gave the hair tie a sharp pull, snapping it and allowing Kieran to creampie Lana’s slutty fleshlight asshole, collapsing on her back as his balls emptied almost a pint of thick, backed up gooner cum into the plastic. Gouts of it spilled it out, and stained Lana’s yoga pants, while the girls standing around Kieran whooped excitedly, and went off to collect their shoes.

Lana did the same, getting shakily to her feet, and giving Kieran a cheeky wink before she followed them.

“So,” Angela asked, as Kieran stood up, “did you enjoy our little date?”

Kieran whimpered.

the convention-based lewdness continues! this chapter is all about fake plastic pornstar pussy, hope you enjoy! <3

“Thanks Kieran! Hope you enjoy it!” Anikka waved at them as they walked back into the hall, still naked from the waist down, and seemingly unconcerned by all the people snapping pictures of her pussy.

Kieran waved awkwardly back, and then looked down into his shopping bag; the headset and the DVD, with the thong carelessly draped over the top of it, was quite the sight. Any other day, he’d have been running back to his hotel room to make full use of all of it, stopping at regular intervals to pinch himself and ensure this wasn’t a dream, but Angela had other plans.

“How about the fleshlight booth next?” she asked, sweetly, and Kieran could only swallow and nod. He was pretty much resigned to his fate by now; he knew there was no way he’d leave that booth without an Angela-branded fleshlight in hand, but Kieran certainly wasn’t unhappy about that. In fact, his plans to spend that evening binging every porn DVD he owned in VR while sniffing Anikka’s panties seemed like it could only be improved by having a plastic replica of Angela’s pussy to dump a few loads into…

“Oh? Someone’s excited about getting some high-quality, silicone, pornstar pocket-pussy, huh?” Angela asked, peering over her shoulder. Kieran followed her gaze and realised that he’d graduated from obvious, perverted bulge, to full-blown tent. He shifted his bag to hide the erection, and let out a nervous laugh.

“I-I guess so, th-they just feel so good…”

“I might have known you had one already, loser,” Angela smirked good-naturedly, as they reached the fleshlight booth.

Kieran’s jaw almost hit the floor as he looked around the small space, packed wall-to-wall with fleshlights of every sort, from onaholes bearing peppy hentai sluts on their boxes, to officially licensed pornstar fleshlights, with oiled up Goddesses striking enticing poses next to the masturbation aid, all of them united in their promise of giving the user with the kind of constant, on-demand sex a real woman could never provide.

Plump, smooth, rubbery labia were on display all over the room, and Kieran realised with a start that these were the first pussies he’d fantasised about fucking all day; the idea of sex with Anikka or Angela having never once crossed his mind.

“So, what do you think? In the mood to buy one?”

Kieran nodded dumbly. How could he not be? He was in too deep now. Hell, an extra $50 on a fleshlight didn’t even seem that unreasonable after the indulgence of the VR headset!

“Well, at least let me demonstrate a few for you before you jump at the chance to spend more for me…” 

“D-demonstrate?” 

“Sure! Pick a few out, and then we’ll see which one milks the most precum out of your leaky loser dick…”

“Uh… sure…” Kieran turned, and looked over the selection, but it was a little hard to focus. Between Angela’s increasingly lewd suggestions and the absurd amount of plastic pussy on display, he was feeling a little overwhelmed.

“Need a hand?” she cooed, placing a hand on his shoulder and reaching around to gently caress his throbbing tent with the other.

“I know what a pervert like you will enjoy most, you know… it’s ok if you want to just leave the thinking to Goddesses like me and empty your brain of any thoughts except for leaking… and spending, of course…”

Kieran stepped back so that Angela could examine the merchandise, not even bothering to argue. She knew best, after all.

“Hmmm… let’s see… obviously my one… “ she handed him a box with her name, smile, and cleavage on it, all next to a luxuriantly modelled silicon pussy.

“And… let’s add a little diversity, an onahole might be nice, right?” this box was a little different to the other onaholes; instead of a smiling, cheery hentai slut holding out the onahole to the viewer, it was instead being held by a powerful, muscular looking woman. She was squeezing the onahole, while a river of cum flowed down her arm, drawing the eye downward to the powerful cock swinging between her legs. A caption read “Can you gape it more?”, and Kieran was almost certain that he couldn’t. The thought just made him harder.

“And… ooh, look at this, Lana’s ass fleshlight is on sale too!“

"F-fuuck…” Kieran breathed, as another pornstar branded fleshlight was added to the pile. Watching Lana’s ass getting plowed by wrist-thick bitchbreaker cocks was almost as good as seeing Angela take them, and the opportunity to pound a plastic replica of her butthole to the rhythm of her slutty twerking in whatever porno he’d decided to pick out… the thought was almost too much for him. He moaned, and precum visibly tricked down his sweatpants. 

“Mm, I’ll take that as a yes!” Angela giggled, before gently pushing him behind one of the shelves. Before Kieran could ask what she was doing, she had tugged his pants down, and she was taking the packaging off the onahole. 

“W-wait, out here? B-but someone could see us- ngghhh, fuck…” any objections evaporated as Angela took a jumbo bottle of lube from a nearby shelf, sprayed the inside of the onahole, and then slid it down his cock. 

“There, now isn’t that better?” she was stood close to him, looking up into his eyes as she lazily jerked the onahole back and forth. 

“It feels different to a normal fleshlight, right?” she asked, and Kieran nodded.

“Of course you’d know that, I bet you’re an expert on how fleshlights feel… the plastic is so much softer, and the outside is nice and soft too, so if I squeeze…” 

Kieran gasped and whined as her grip tightened, and the lazy, sloppy pumpfuck became more intense as the onahole tightened too.

“It can go the other way too…” now she was barely gripping it, and Kieran bucked his hips as the intense stimulation was replaced with merciless teasing. The soft plastic folds caressed his dick, milking precum out of his throbbing hard-on, and when Angela closed her fist again he knew he was a few short strokes away from cumming. He was almost there… almost…

“Oops! Can’t have you popping now, you might get some of that gross loser-semen on me through the hole in the back!” she slid the onahole off his dick, and gave it a squeeze.

“Wow, I can’t even tell what’s lube and what’s precum!” she giggled, as the slime covered her fingers.

“Um, I’m really s-sorry…” Kieran’s apology trailed off halfway through as Angela tipped her head back and emptied the contents of the onahole onto her tits. She looked up at Kieran as she groped and massaged them, smiling as her tits became smooth and shiny, drenched in lube and precum.

“Now then… why don’t you pick fleshlight number two? Or are you just going to stare at my breasts all day?” she asked brandishing the two pornstar-branded fleshlights. Kieran looked from one to the other, his attention easily stolen from the gorgeous woman before him by the plastic masturbation aids.

“Um… y-yours next, please, Miss Angela…” 

“Oh? You’re not gonna save the best until last?” she looked almost disappointed.

“S-sorry, I just, I really wanna feel your pussy, I can’t wait…”

She smiled. 

“Well, if you’re going to do something as adorably pathetic as treating this fleshlight like a real pussy, how could I say no?”

Kieran waited for her to step over the discarded onahole and resume her previous stance, but instead she dropped to her knees, adjusting her ponytail and then squeezing her tits together, giving Kieran an inviting view into her cleavage, one which practically begged to be fucked…

“Now, I bet it’d feel soooo good to slide that leaky dick in here…” she smirked, before giving her fleshlight another generous dollop of lube.

“Um… what are you doing?” Kieran asked, nervously.

She smirked.

“Giving you a little treat, for being such a hopeless addict.”

And before Kieran could ask any more questions, she slid the fleshlight right between her soft, shiny tits. She looked up at him as her chest lightly jiggled.

“O-oh…” he said, a little weakly. No further instructions were required; he walked over to Angela, and took her by the shoulders, before squatting ever-so-slightly and pushing his twitching cock into the fleshlight.

The difference between this and the onahole were stark; the fleshlight was consistent in its tightness, and the rubber was firmer, trying as it was to simulate the walls of a pussy he would never have a chance to fuck. Even through the thin plastic shell, Kieran could feel the warmth of Angela’s breasts, and the reminder that his dick was this close to the tits he’d been drooling over for years stopped him from thrusting straight away. He didn’t want to cum quite that quickly in front of his idol, after all.

Instead, he stood there, shaking a little with excitement and pent up arousal, revelling in the feeling of the silicone pussy enveloping his dick. He didn’t know how long he might have stayed there but, as usual, the decision was made for him; Angela rolled her eyes and put her hands under her tits, before squeezing and pushing upwards, sliding the fleshlight slowly and tortuously along Kieran’s dick.

“Come onnn, don’t just stand there!” she whined, pouting up at him.

Kieran looked down at her face, and then down to the meaty tits which enveloped the wobbling fleshlight, and any control went out the window.

Angela gave an appreciative moan as he started to work his hips, lewd squelching noises filling the small booth as he thrust down into Angela’s pocket pussy.
“Godd, yes, that’s it, fuck my pussy, pound it like a real man would pound a real cunt!” she practically growled as the squelch squelch squelch of Kieran fucking the fleshlight was replaced by a slap slap slap as his balls smacked against Angela’s chest, which rippled appealingly with every thrust.

“Ngggghhh, fuuck, god, it feels so good!” Kieran babbled away like he was balls deep in his own fist, jerking off to Angela’s nastiest pornos.

“Fuck, yes, good piggy! You’re such a pathetic gooner pig, you’re disgusting!” Angela admonished him, even as she moved her chest to meet his thrusts, seeming almost as frantic as he was.

“Now use your gross gooner cock to fuck the shit out of my silicone fleshlight tit-pussy!”  she squealed, and Kieran was pretty sure he was fucking it harder and more enthusiastically than he had anyhting else in his whole life, and… 

He pulled out, and dribbled precum all over Angela’s tits, staining her bikini top in the process.

“Nghh… don’t wanna… cum… before I’ve tried… Lana one…” he panted, clearly exhausted.

“Aw, you poor thing… “ Angela got to her feet, and retrieved the fleshlight from her cleavage.

“All out of breath from thrusting like that? Guess you’re not used to doing much more than pumping your fist up and down for stuff like this, huh? Why don’t you take a break? Just buy Lana’s toy, and I’ll take you somewhere else while you recover, and then we can try out her asshole,” she turned and walked out from behind the shelf. Everyone was sneaking glances at the two of them as they came out; they’d all heard something lewd going on behind there, after all. The cashier, a short girl in a sweater with frayed sleeves, fixed her glasses as they approached, and tried not to ogle Angela too badly.

Kieran handed over Lana’s fleshlight. The girl tore her eyes away from Angela long enough to wordlessly scan the toy, and handed it over after Kieran, who slipped it into his bag, and turned to follow Angela.

Except, Angela wasn’t going anywhere. She stood with her arms crossed, an expectant expression on her face.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling like she knew something he didn’t.

“Um… t-to the next booth… l-look, I bought the fleshlight…” Kieran held it up, and a few others browsing the booth looked over, looking a little grossed out that he was so brazenly displaying his purchase, among other things.

“Well, yes, you did, but… you’ve heard the phrase ‘you break it, you buy it’, right?”

Kieran looked confused, then shook his head.

“W-wait… no, noooo…” he whined, pathetically.

Angela nodded.

“Now you’re getting it! You really expect to rip two toys from their packaging, load them full of baby oil and slippery slimy precum, and then just leave them here?”

She didn’t bother to lower her voice, and the slightly shocked looks around them turned into looks of disgust as they realised just what this perverted-looking freak had done.

“B-but you were the one who took them out of the boxes!”

Angela stepped closer to him, and spoke in hushed tones.

“And who would security believe, hm? Would they believe that a woman like me would do something so outlandishly perverted for a pit-sniffing porn piggy like you? Or would they believe that you hid in the back of the fleshlight booth and jerked off into the prettiest plastic pussies you could find, and then desperately tried to blame me? Face it, you’re gonna have to buy these,” she smiled sweetly, and handed Kieran the onahole, and her fleshlight. He whimpered, and took them back to the counter.

“I, uh, I’d like these ones too…” he placed them down and they each emitted a lewd splurt of viscous goo that coated the small counter. The girl looked shocked as she picked the onahole up between thumb and forefinger.

“How disgusting…”

“What a pervert…”

“Even in a place like this there are standards…”

“He even looks like the sort of person who’d do something this fucked up!”

Kieran was aware of everyone muttering behind him, and closed his eyes, trying to shut it out.

“Oh my god…” this voice came from in front of him. He opened his eyes, and saw the poor girl staring straight at the thick, throbbing erection the degrading talk had given him.

She was holding the Angela fleshlight, barely even looking as Kieran’s precum oozed all over the frayed sleeve of her sweater, soaking into the material. She’d have to smell his dick all day…

Kieran swiped his card before that thought could make him cum, when he was suddenly confronted by another. This was $100. One hundred dollars, simply on Angela’s whim. She could pay for this herself easily! The only reason he was paying for this was because she enjoyed watching him drip in his sweatpants while he drained his bank account for her.

He looked over at her, and she waved innocently, before pulling a phone from the recesses of her panties, and casually sending off a text.

She’s a total sadist!

Kieran averted his gaze and typed in his PIN. That thought should have scared him; instead, he found himself excitedly wondering what they would do next.

chapter two of @cheatingpornaddict’s mammoth commission!

A few minutes later, Angela led Kieran into the VR booth.

“Welcome to the future of porn! Come on in if you wanna check out how VR is gonna- oh, hi Angela!” the girl at the front of the booth chirped happily. Kieran had been walking behind Angela, and had been too busy staring at her ass to register much else, so it took him a moment to tear his gaze away and realise who was greeting them.

Anikka Albrite was giving Angela a cheery wave, her neon yellow microbikini stretching with the motion, showing off a clear outline of her pussy and being dragged just enough to the side to give Kieran an eyeful of her tits.

“Oops!” Angela laughed, stepping in and readjusting the garment, making sure to give Anikka’s boobs a quick squeeze before tucking them back under the wafer-thin strips of material. 

“Ugh, fuck, you can’t tease me like that today Angela… do you have any idea how horny I am? I’ve got all these pervs eyeing me up, I sent one to the bathroom earlier just by smiling at him… hey, I think it was that guy!” Kieran jumped as Anikka’s attention turned to him, and he had to avert his eyes. It was true; he’d been transfixed by her heels earlier, and when she’d caught him staring she’d given him that look he’d seen in so many captions before. Go ahead and masturbate, it seemed to say. Indulge and pump for me.

“Mmm, well, that’s a happy coincidence! It just so happens that Kieran here has agreed to be today’s paypiggy!” Angela said.

“I was just wondering if I could use your booth to give him a little… encouragement,” she smiled mischievously, and Anikka did the same.

“You know, I think I can just fit you into the back room…”

Before he knew it, Kieran had been frog-marched by the two women into the back of the tent, and sat down on a chair.

“Now then, let’s just get this set up…” Kieran’s vision went dark as a VR headset was slid onto his head, and he was briefly blinded as the display lit up, leaving him in a white void.

“And… ooh, what background shall we go with?” Anikka asked.

“I mean, obviously the Porn Den one, it’ll be even more immersive for him because he stinks so bad,” Angela replied, giggling as she pressed a few keys.

Kieran’s surroundings morphed, and he suddenly found himself in a cramped, dark little apartment. The blinds were drawn, but the small amount of light that made it through made it clear that it was a glorious day outside, one that he was spending cooped up indoors. Crumpled tissues littered the desk he was sat at, and a jumbo bottle of lube sat to one side of him, next to a pile of porn DVDs. Angela had been right; the stale sweat and copious amounts of precum that soaked Kieran’s clothes made him feel right at home in this hovel, and before he knew it his hand was, in his pants.

“Wow, eager one, isn’t he?”

“Oh, you have no idea… shall we get started?”

Kieran didn’t have to spend long wondering what they were talking about; he heard a disc being slid into a computer, and the virtual monitor before him lit up, the strongest source of light in the room as Angela swayed on screen, resplendent in her whorish, borderline-gyaru makeup. He let out a moan, feeling for all the world like he was back home, jerking off alone again to the woman he loved most in the world. It was bliss.

“Fuck, these people are real freaks…” he heard Anikka moving around him, examining him as he pumped away, unable to think of anything but the gorgeous, greasy porn flesh before him.

“I mean, porn is fucking hot, but I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t get my holes stretched by fat nasty dicks every few days, how can you give up sex?” she asked, while the on-screen Angela sashayed around a pool, her ass wobbling in the skimpy one-piece bikini.

“Ah, but you have to remember, you’re a gorgeous, supermodel hot pornstar with a great ass…” the meaty smackof Angela’s hand connecting with Anikka’s fat butt caused Kieran to whimper.

“People like this? They’re fucking losersandfailures, who use porn as a safe refuge from the real world, it’s soooo pathetic… “ Angela’s words were cruel, but her tone was more like a doting mother, with a dose of sultry vixen mixed in for good measure. The virtual Angela smirked into the camera as she pushed her golden-tinted tits out, matching the attitude of her material counterpart.

“And the best part is, these sorry excuses for human beings just love to line our pockets with handfuls of cum-stained cash! Hell, I bet with enough encouragement, he’d agree to buy one of these VR headsets…”

“Oh, is that so?”

The note of predatory ambition in Anikka’s voice set Kieran’s heart racing. A $30 DVD was one thing, but these headsets, while not as pricey as a gaming rig, were still $89.99 apiece! And the scariest part was, he knew that there was a good chance he’d be made to buy it…

“Kieeraaaan…” she was speaking into his ear, softly and gently as he jerked himself off.

“Please buy a VR headset? You know you’d love it, you’d be able to fully immerse yourself in porn whenever and wherever you want…”

He let out another moan. Two hulking brutes had just walked into shot with Angela, thick, throbbing snakes of meat visible through their Speedos as they rubbed the absurd bulges against her, both towering over her by well over a foot.

“Just imagine setting this up so that you could watch six or seven videos at once, bombarding that broken little brain with pure, fucked up depravity…”

The volume of the video was turned down, so that Kieran could hear the two women in the room with him, but as Angela dropped to her knees, he could still hear the wet thwackas over a foot of porn meat, thick as a Coke can and dribbling precum, was draped over her tits. He wanted this. He needed this, to drown his brain in nasty, fucked up porn… and all he had to do was buy the VR headset. But still… ninety bucks was a lot of money…

“In fact, I’ll even throw in a free gift…” 

Kieran’s cock jumped as he heard Anikka moving around. He heard the soft rustle of fabric against skin, and then-

“Sniff.”

He drew in a breath right as Anikka pushed her neon yellow bikini thong right against his nose, the thong that had been jammed between her cheeks all day, collecting sweat from her perfect ass. He could even swear he got a whiff of pussy juice; maybe teasing him had turned her on a little too…

Regardless, he found himself leaking into his hand again, desperately close to cumming but not wanting to waste his orgasm so early in the day. Panting, he pulled his hand out of his pants and removed the VR headset, to find both girls beaming at him, Annika missing her bottoms and flashing her bare cunt, and Angela pushing a credit card machine towards him. Kieran had to try not to cum hands-free as he reached for his wallet.