Reality Rewritten - Part Six

I'm left sitting in the familiar room once again, panting and sweating bullets as the room's temperature reaches a fever pitch. I can feel my enormous bust begin to stick to itself and my chest, the sticky mounds of flab clinging to my sweat drenched flesh. 

Looking down I let out a whimper, the shelf of flesh not being enough to block the sight of the cum stain running down the leg of my jeans or my dainty wriggling toes.

"Goodbye you stupid..." I begin to wheeze in my sweet cutesy voice, the words coming out in a drained rasp thanks to the cloying heat.

Suddenly, I feel the walls warp and ripple as the familiar and intrusive force quickly begins to snake its way beneath my skin. A small chime rings out, the screen embedded by the door lighting up as it reads.

'Extracting: Wild & Fun Relationship'

My eyes go wide as I read the message, my stomach sinking as I feel the unseen tendrils snag some intangible object deep inside my core. I open my mouth to cry out to stop, to scream they've got the wrong trait, only for a pathetic pained gurgling to slip out from my throat.

The procedure quickly continues despite my stymied attempts to stop it. Ripping, tearing, desperate hunger, and then devouring something new. My body aches, nerves screaming and skin burning as I soon tumble from the small seat once again.

The last thing that I see before whiting out is the small screen reading 

'Implanting:...Extremely Spoiled'

Reality Rewritten - Part Five

A deep sigh from behind me cuts the dark haired woman off, my eyes going wide and fluttering as I feel the cock press as deep inside me and twitch violently. I gasp and murmur weakly as I feel something hot paint my insides, a seemingly endless tide of intensely warm and sticky filling me up before quickly overflowing and dripping to the hardwood floors with foul and disgusting splatters.

For a moment all I can hear are the panting sounds of my breath and the delighted bass-filled huffs from the man behind me, the ambient sounds only finally being broken by a loud smack across my ass cheek. My back arches with the impact, a squeal escaping my lips as I feel the massive rod quickly slide out of me.

"Eric!" shouts the goth, her piercing emerald eyes glaring above and behind me at the unseen man. "For fucks sake did you just..."

"Chill Mel, it's not my fault" the man pants, still struggling to catch his breath. "I haven't cum in like a week, and I wasn't expecting you to show up to make her grip so..."

"I know I know, you can't make a woman cum" she jabs, reaching out to hold me up as my shaking arms threaten to give out. "But seriously Eric, what the fuck. She still needs to survive your day together! I swear, you'll fuck her stupid at this rate and I'm not cleaning up after you" the goth pouts, gazing down at me with sympathetic eyes as I whimper and quiver braced against the counter top.

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Six

"Oli... Oli!" she shouts, waving her hand around to get the attention of someone in the crowd. Rachel joins in to, whistling with her fingers before shooting me a broad and excited grin. I look around in confusion, my gaze darting between the two older woman as they both seem more like giddy gossipy school girls rather than the aging matriarchs they were.

"Yes, you!" shouts Victoria, rolling her eyes as she sighs a little. "Are there any other Oli... Look who it is!"

"Bring a glass would you?!" Rachel shouts, her gaze meeting my own as she seems to watch me with predatory intent. "I'm sure she would really appreciate the favor. She's been dying to see you again after all this time."

I hastily whip my head around, my hair quickly falling around my face like a wild mane as I look into the crowd in a panic. I watch as various guests, none of whom I know look at me with some faint sense of recognition before returning to their conversations.

Suddenly, I catch someone moving in my peripheral vision as a glass of cold bubbling wine is held out in front of me. Staggering back slightly I spin in place, catching myself from tumbling head over heels as I stare in shock at a lightly tan dark haired athletic young man holding out a glass of champagne for me.

Reality Rewritten - Part Four

I slowly mince out into the living room, sweat building on my forehead and under my massive rack as it droops down my chest. Struggling to breathe and fighting back the panic gripping me I brace myself against the kitchen island, leaning over as the weight of my chest quickly reasserts itself thanks to the hanging pale orbs.

I slowly begin to calm my breathing, pursing my plush lips as I take slower and slower measured breaths. As I slowly being my heart rate down it suddenly spikes again, the sound of foot falls behind me catching my attention as a figure slides in behind me.

A yelp of surprise escapes my lips as a set of large rough hands grab my wide hips and threaten to wrap around my waist, the mysterious thumbs sliding into the waistband of my panties as they are slowly teased down to reveal my plump juicy behind. My back arches as I feel something thick and throbbing press in between my ass checks, the hands shifting to guide my hip as the impossibly large rod of flesh slowly inches towards my groin.

"I..." I meekly squeak, my eyes going wide as I feel the tip gently press against my eager waiting lips. Heat, desire, hunger are all I can describe as the sensation building between my legs. I feel myself being lifted slightly, standing on my tip toes as suddenly the man behind me thrusts into my cunt with a loud satisfied grunt.

Shades of Sorcery - Part Two

As I finally get down to a sweaty black t-shirt and my pale blue-jeans I hear something fall to the hardwood floor of my apartment. Hunched over with my shoes and socks in hand I look over to the source of the noise, my gaze shifting from the twine now sitting opened and empty atop the sofa and the thick hard book now resting on the floor below in a crumpled pile of brown paper.

I swallow hard as I toss my footwear to the side, my hands brushing against my jeans an an attempt to clean them off before I handle the book.

"Okay... Let's just..." I mutter, gently grabbing at the paper and pulling the book free. As I slide it out I find myself holding a strange indigo leather tome with an image of oddly shaped humanoids and tendrils etched into the cover, the cover practically throbbing in my hand like some living thing.

New Years Resolution - Part Two

"What kind of firework..." I wheeze in pure awe, the breath and words begin stolen from my throat as the air is suddenly ripped from my lungs. The light rapidly expands further and further across the sky, the realization that it was drawing closer only hitting me as I watch it consume the neighboring skyscrapers.

I try to clamber to my feet only to simply remain laying in place, my arms and legs no longer responding as I'm forced to watch the white light slowly begin to swallow up the rooftop around me. I silent scream escapes my lips as I soon find myself floating, the feeling of the cold air and hard bricks vanishing in an instant.

The white void is all I can see, endless and eternal, before I finally pass into unconsciousness.

Shades of Sorcery - Part One

The sea air still clings to me as I slowly navigate my car through the busy city streets, the gridlock traffic being a far cry from the quiet cobblestone lane ways that weaved their way through my parent's new home town. Sea sticks to my skin, the scent of the ocean permeating my clothes and my face remaining flushed from the mild wind burn I had suffered on the ferry back.

The holidays had been a moderately relaxing time, far from my worries and cares in the city and out visiting family at their new cozy island home. However, despite extension after extension of my stay I had found myself needing to return to the job hunt and my old cramped apartment.

As my car jostles over a speed bump I hear the rustling of paper in the passengers seat, my hand reaching over to the plain brown paper parcel bound in simple twine to hold it stead. My heart raced with excitement as I place my hand on the paper, my fingers feeling a firm hardcover laying beneath.