Scenes of a Smutty Nature

by ADiabolicalDuck

Summary:

Clickbait Title: Experiments in Smut Writing Or Smut-periments. Too Smutty for Plot. Zero to Cum in Under 1,000 Words.

It’s a collection of short smutty scenes is what I’m trying to say. See the Author’s Note/Index for details.

Chapter 1: Author’s Note and Index

On every website I’ve ever posted my smutty writing I have always put the shorter, stand alone into anthologies but I’ve never grouped them the same way twice. This time around I’ve decided to start focusing on length: this anthology will collect the flash-fiction (everything under 1,000 words), there will be an anthology for longer (but still short) stories, and then I’ll start thinking about thematic collections. If the same story ends up in more than one of those who cares.

I’m not really sure how to tag this which is part of the reason I’m making this index, so if you have any suggestions let me know. Also if there’s one of these you think I should take another run at, either in broad-strokes or an expansion of what’s here, let me know. A lot of these are already the product of me trying different approaches to the same basic idea which is why some of the titles repeat.

I'm thinking about adding one sentence descriptions to the below.

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The Princess and the Demon [M/F, Demon Sex]

A Mother's Duty [Referenced Incest]

Mod Market [Body Modification]

Cum Addict [M/F, Body Modification]

Makeup [M/F, Free Use (Maybe)]

Live Stream Smut: Record Attempt [Sex Machine]

Live Stream Smut: Tipjar [M/F, Body Modification]

Live Stream Smut: Sponsorship [M/F, Body Modification]

Interview: Scholarship [M/F, Free Use, Body Modification]

Duty [M/F, Incest]

Church: Study Group [M/F, Pregnancy Risk]

Church: Wedding [M/F]

Church: Confession [M/F]

Benefits: New Hire [M/F, Mind Control, Cock Growth]

Benefits: Early Retirement [M/F, Body Modification, Referenced Incest]

Wet Tentacles: The Pool [Tentacles, Dubcon]

Engagement [M/F, Hyper-ish]

On the Bus [M/F, Hyper-ish]

Wet Tentacles: The Rain [Tentacles, Noncon]

Wet Tentacles: The Temple [Tentacles, Dubcon]

Cliched Thing to Say [M/F]

Urban Goblin: Waitresses [M/F, Shortstack, Size Kink]

Urban Goblin: On the Bus [ M/F Shortstack]

Urban Goblin: House Hunt [M/F Dubcon]

Urban Goblin: Halloween [FSolo? Shortstack]

Urban Goblin: Professional Attire [M/F, Shortstack]

Demon Porn: Fallen Grace Productions [M/F, Hypercock (referenced)]

Interview: Chest Impression [M/F, Dubcon]

Office Sex: Tech Support [M/F, Bimbo, Mind Control?]

Office Sex: One Blowjob at a Time [M/F, Free Use, Dubcon]

Alien Sex Show: Audience Participation [ M/F ]

Alien Sex Show: Remote Access [Fsolo(?), Tentacles]

Free Use: A Mother’s Worry [M/F, Body Modification, Free Use]

Free Use: Recovery Ward [M/F, Body Modification, Hospital Sex]

Free Use: Clever Title [M/F, Free Use, Body Modification, Implied Incest]

Local Boys: Welcoming Committee [M/F]

Local Boys: Offline Entertainment [M/F, Noncon to Dubcon, Incest]

Adult Daycare [Femdom, Edging]

Free Use: The Crate [Free Use, Incest, M/F, Dubcon?]

A Mother’s Duty: Book Club [Free Use, Incest, M/F]

Big Swinging Dick [M/F, Cock Growth, Size Kink]

Quarantine: Personal Protective Equipment [Incest?, M/F]

Quarantine: Porn Shoot [M/F]

Quarantine: Training [Fsolo, Mental Conditioning]

Day One [M/F, Group Sex]

Always Greener [Futanari, Futa/F, Incest]

Square Peg [Noncorporeal Lover]

Tako Night [Tentacles, Noncon to Dubcon]

In the Park: Human Pets [F/F, M/F]

In the School Bathroom [Futanari, Cock Growth]

Overstuffed [M/F]

Magical Girl Retirement [M/F]

Chapter 2: The Princess and the Demon [M/F, Demon Sex]

The realities of politics were well understood by the court so if the Princess, no Queen now, had to marry a demon lord to bring peace then so be it even if everyone was certain that she would not survive the wedding the night. Only she did, she even thrived.

Everyday the court would see her with her prince at her side, or rather beneath her on the throne, thrusting away as she skillfully handled all the issues brought before her without showing any reaction to her continual use as a demonic cocksleeve aside from a shortness of breath and the occasional gasp between words. Between her composure and the way her full skirts concealed most of their union it would almost be possible to pretend nothing lewd was happening were it not for the way the demon’s cum etched trails in the stone beneath the throne. Or the sound of slapping flesh that could be heard behind every quiet moment such as when the gentry, after the filing in, silently stood waiting to day’s audience to begin.

One day the wait was longer than usual, long enough for the crowd to start shifting uncomfortably as they watched their queen get railed by an inhuman beast before she finally. Only not to call anyone forward.

“I’m happy to announce that your queen is with child,” she placed her hand to her belly but there was nothing to be seen there aside from the usual rising bulge made by the monstrous cock being forced up her insides, “your kingdom will have an heir. As is traditional I shall take on some ladies-in-waiting to help me through my confinement so volunteers can come up to our chambers after we’re done here.”

Normally this would be great news, a chance for young women to create a place for themselves within the court and maybe make a good match with a visiting noble but who knew how many of those would be the prince’s demonic relatives? That uncertainty kept the most obvious candidates from stepping forward. Someone was sure to take up the offer, though exactly who did was something of a mystery. A mystery that took on more urgency a few days later when the queen showed up without her prince beside, or inside, her for the first time since their wedding.

The rumor mill slowly put things together; four girls had gone to the royal chambers that night, one of which had backed out at the last minute. Though her name stayed a secret what she learned did not. It turned out that the help that the queen most needed was someone to keep the prince busy, someone to be fucked in her stead for the full eighteen months of a demonic pregnancy. Of course since the prince would be staying in the royal chambers for most of that time there would be no need for him to hold back, as he had apparently had been doing while accompanying the queen, so they wouldn’t be seeing any of those girls anytime soon.

Chapter 3: Mother’s Duty [Refrenced Incest]

The MILF next door was putting on a show again.

If pressed, if asked, she would surely say that she was just washing her car. The car she never drove anywhere, the car she never did more than just roll it out of her garage on sunny afternoons like this to act as a backdrop and a shallow pretense for covering herself in soapy water.

Olive has seen much more lewd displays than that, women who didn’t even bother wearing a bikini or hot pants in their bid to attract a man, but the fact that her neighbor was doing this here, on the cul-de-sac they lived on, meant that she had one target in mind: Olive’s son.

Hector was the only male living on the street, save for a terrier down the block, and was too much of a nerd to have any friends visiting him so the MILF’s goal was clear even before you took into account the fact that she timed her soapy display for when he’d be walking home. Sometimes Olive wished her son was a little less reliable, that he would miss his bus, that he would give into one of the many temptations posed by his teachers and classmates, or be late for any other non-dangerous reason that would keep him away until after sundown leaving their neighbor cold and frustrated.

Of course if he had been less responsible he wouldn’t have still been in school, he wouldn’t have kept going long after all the other boys had figured out that all they needed to get ahead in life hung between their legs and dropped out. Hector meanwhile wanted to learn, wanted to prove that he was more than just a set of cock and balls. And Olive couldn’t be prouder of him.

She’d done everything she could to help him, even if that meant giving him his space, letting him make his way home from the bus stop on his own without her protective presence. She was much more comfortable with the other things she did for him; cooking his meals, keeping the house clean, and always making sure that there was porn playing in the background while he studied. If she just happened to include videos of her fucking herself with an oversized dildo who could blame her. It wasn’t like she was trying to trick him, just guide him in the right direction, make him think of her when he needed to drain his balls. And not the slut next door.

Chapter 4: Mod Market [Body Modification]

“You know the compatibility requirement?” Everyone knew about the compatibility requirement, one of the last restrictions left on bringing a body mod to market is that it had to work with other brands. Though since this standard could normally be met with an adapter or firmware update at time of implantation it wasn’t much of a hurdle. At least for the customer. “We think we’ve away around it.”

“What do you mean?” It was only natural for the lawyer in the meeting to be the suspicious one.

“Nerve density has never been an issue with penile replacements, they’re all showers rather than growers, but the line of vaginas we’re developing need to accommodate a range of sizes without any drop of sensitivity. The obvious solution was to have extra pleasure receptors switch on as the pussy is stretched. If we weren’t careful with calibration this could make larger insertions more pleasurable so we leaned into that, subtly influencing women to encourage their partners to buy larger, more expensive mods.

“And then Jeffries here had the idea to do something similar in regards to our tech; that when presented with two dicks of equivalent size the Maxwell branded option will give her more pleasure.”

“How is this recognition supposed to happen? None of our existence models are setup to do any sort of electronic handshake.” Trust the one executive who started as an engineer to bring up a technical issue. “Nor would we want them to be given the potential security risk.”

“No data needs to be share; all 3000 series penises have the same shape no matter what internal options the customer selected, we just need to program the pussies to know that silhouette and those of our other lines. The real challenge will be getting the user to regularly update their software so they’ll ‘know’ our new products before they hit the market.”

“That’s a problem for marketing to solve.” The CEO rarely spoke but when she did everyone listened. “Though it would help if they had something to sell, maybe a subscription service for those ‘massage’ programs we normally throw in for free.”

“We could do that, though we might want to assign some to continued development of new patterns.”

“Good. What’s next on the agenda?”

Chapter 5: Cum Addict [M/F, Body Modification]

“Mildly addictive my ass,” Megan grumbled to herself as she clicked pas the familiar warning before taking a break from her phone to suck on her boyfriend’s dick for a little bit.

If it had been only mildly addictive she would have been able to get through a round of online shopping without being overwhelmed by the need to choke herself on some augmented penis in almost desperate bid to get a little more cum shot down her throat. She spent so much time with her lips wrapped around cock that she should have learned hot to use a screen while doing so but it just wasn’t possible when she was really trying, when she kept her mouth, and all that went with it, moving so she could taste every part of Roy’s shaft her eyes would be too watery, and would bounce around to much to focus on anything.

One thing all her practice had done for her was make her very fast; with the proper run up, and when she wasn’t starting in the short gap that passed for his refractory period, she could get Roy off without needing to pause for a single breath. Late in the day, with Roy half drowsing above her after an evening of being milked, it was harder and she was barely able to coax out a drop of fresh precum before her lungs started to ache but she pressed on since she was working on a time limit. Her body was wracked by the competing drives to breathe and swallow cum but surely the strange convulsions in her throat would just add to his pleasure and help her reach her goal.

This logic must have been sound since before she passed out she was blessed with a bellyful of happiness. Turning back to her phone as fast as she could, before she’d even had a chance to draw a good clean breath, she checked to see if the site had logged her out while she was distracted. Thankfully it hadn’t meaning she could start quickly clicking all her picks, which was everything on tier three since she’d twice before been confronted by the fact that the company made you complete one tier before moving onto the next. This popped up a new string of warnings that Megan dismissed as casually as she had the first; this item might increase the risk of addition, well that ship had sailed. This one might increase the volume and thickness of cum, that was the point. She was less happy about Roy’s dick getting any bigger as her jaw already hurt after a few hours of sucking on it but that was just the price had to pay for his cum. No the only one that gave per pause was the warning about increased aggression.

She had thought a lot about that one; she hadn’t seen any sign of that yet, Roy was just as laid back as ever, but she had read plenty of stories on the forums she frequented between browsing the shop and doing her job during the long working hours when she couldn’t suck on her boyfriend’s cock. Between blowjob tips and tutorial videos the women liked to talk about how their lives had changed with special attention being paid to how much more dominate and demanding their men had become.

Most gushed over how much more cum they were getting now that they had given up control even if not all of it ended up in their stomach. They claimed that the rough fucking adding countless orgasms to the narcotic mi more than made up for a few spilled ounces. The women who seemed less thrilled about this lost of control always stopped posting before long. The only real outlier was the business woman who had purchased the base mod, and only the base mod, for every man in her office to maintain her supply; that woman argued that buying any upgrade would be a mistake.

Megan thought that picking up that first mod might have been the mistake. She had never liked giving blowjobs, had disliked them enough to pay good money just on the off chance that it would make Roy’s birthday blowjob a little less unpleasant. That had started a chain of events that lead to her having to take a selfie with the dick she’d just sucked in order to complete a simple purchase.

Chapter 6: Makeup [M/F, Free Use (Maybe)]

Notes:

Sometimes you get a image in your head and just need to see how far you can take it.

For years the holy grail of the cosmetics industry had been makeup that would smear but not spread, which would let a man make a ruin of woman’s face without making a ruin of his pants. If he wanted to remember a woman he could do so with a picture of her gagging on his dick, he didn’t need her lipstick staining his underwear.

Rachel had high hopes for her newest formulation; it had shown promise in early tests, a series of volunteers had dolled themselves up so that they could have their mouths violated by dildos whether held by hand, strapped to hips, or mounted to machines that would thrust with inhuman endurance. Those tests had produced a beautiful series of photos showing the sujects at their most put together, before, and one showing them with their mascara running down to meet the lipstick smudged across their cheeks, the after. Technically there was also a third picture in the sequence showing that this new line of makeup would clean up just as easily as the last but she had little interest in those.

Just as she had lost all interest in the women continuing to gag on rubber in the observation lab as that meant nothing compared to the real thing. And the real thing was late.

Rachel’s business partner brought nothing to the table but a cock, admittedly a requirement for testing almost any female beauty product, but it would have been nice if came with a work ethic. Or a stronger sex drive.

When she found him he was flirting with one of the lab assistants; flirting, not even fucking which could at least have been used as some sort of baseline. Instead he was talking to some mousy brunette like he cared about what she was saying.

“Richie! What are you doing? What if an investor came in and saw you without your dick out? And you, put on some lipstick, you should be able to find some somewhere.” She shooed the employee away.

“You didn’t have to be rude to her.”

“Rude? If anybody was being rude here it was you, not sticking your dick into that poor girl, just keeping her here and getting her hopes up.”

“I’m not sure she felt that way.”

“And how would you know that? Oh, right, you talked to her. You better not talk to any of the test subjects, I don’t want to hear anything but the words ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ come out of your mouth. Maybe you could throw in a ‘bitch’.” She said that like it was an act of charity. “There are eight shades in the new line and I need good footage of you fucking all of them so don’t ruin anything by talking about your feelings.”

Chapter 7: Live Stream Smut: Record Attempt [Sex Machine]

‘Go for a record’ sounded like good advice until you thought about it.

Setting records took skill or luck and if she had either of those Reya wouldn’t be looking for gimmicks to boost her streaming numbers. Even the endurance records needed them; any sort of ‘no death’ run would require knowledge of the game in question and lucky drops.

“What if it wasn’t your fault when you fail?” Beth was a good friend, and an annoyingly successful streamer in her own right, but she often spoke in round about ways.

“What? Can you try going into some more details there?”

“So, what if your audience controlled your success, the more people who watch the better you do.”

“And why would people be watching me stream in the first place, Beth?”

“That’s where the toy’s come in.” Beth also did a very different style of stream; while Reya tried to stand out amongst the sea of below average gamers, Beth went for sexy appeal. There were limits to what she would, she never brought any date into her act, never had sex on camera, but she would masturbate. A lot. And since she used her audience to fund and pick out a series of tattoos, pierces, costumes, and toys she regularly pushed against those limits. Currently she was putting off the voices calling for breast implants by buying larger and more powerful dildos and vibrators. “I’m got a ton of toys that can be controlled by computer, it should be easy enough to link donations to some sort of timer. When you fail to beat the record you just tell your viewers that they’ll just have to give more next time.”

Reya wasn’t sure there was even going to be a first time let alone a ‘next time’ but Beth kept pushing the idea; offering to help set things up, promote the act to her own fans. Each of these suggestions came with a reminder of just how big Beth’s audience was, and just how much money they threw at her. Eventually Reya gave in and said yes. And yes, agreeing to every detail of Beth’s plan except for the size of the first dildo offered. “There’s no way that’s going in me.”

“I guest I have something smaller in storage from back when I started.”

Reya didn’t get to see what the final size was, what her friend was able to dig up, until she showed up for final prep which ended up being done one of Beth’s streams so she could get her own audience worked up for Reya’s show.

Being on camera, with her friend keeping up a running line of happy chatter, made it hard for Reya to have any second thoughts. Or at least to express them. She just grinned and bore it while she was made to bare it all. And bare it all she did, none of Beth’s various sexy and revealing outfits came close to fitting her, and all her own underwear was far too plain to work leaving her naked when she was tied to the chair.

The chair and the ropes were to help keep her in position so the machine, and by extension her donors, could do all the work. That didn’t make it any less embarrassing to have to squat with her feet up on the seat and legs spread while Beth tied her calves and hands to the chair arms. A little coverage was offered when the piston was placed in front of her and any relief was short lived as she had to squirm through a lot of uncomfortable adjustments as Beth set the length of the, thankfully reasonably sized, dildo’s thrusts so it wouldn’t slip out of her once things started.

“And there we folks, all set and ready to go. I’m going to start Reya off with a five minute timer while we switch over to her stream but have your donations ready if you want to see her keep going.”

Reya barely noticed, and had no hope of counting, the chorus of ‘dings’ that came in as soon as the switch happened. Not with the piston working up to speed between her legs. She hadn’t realized how powerful it would be, how hard it would punch into her, or how some subtle, unseen wear within the device caused things to sometimes slip or sticking keeping her from ever grow numb to the rhythm.

“Woah, great start guys. Looks like she’ll be good for at least an hour. I’ll check back then.”

Chapter 8: Live Stream Smut: Tipjar [M/F, Body Modification]

Notes:

The idea of a sexy live stream is fertile enough ground that I had to go back to it.

“Sorry for starting late everybody, there were some technical difficulties, but as you can see we’re ready to go.” The ‘technical difficulties’ had been caused entirely by the site’s outdated terms of service; it had been months since ‘live sex’ had become a valid streaming category but nudity was still banned. A lot of time was spent finding a camera angle that showed off the bulge her co-star’s cock made in her otherwise flat belly while keeping her pussy hidden below the table’s edge.

This setup took especially long since she had to dismount to reach the camera and then let her partner fuck her for a solid ten seconds after every adjustment to make sure nothing was revealed at any point of his stroke. It would have been easier if she had worn a skirt to cover their union, or if she hadn’t been trying to ride a dick literally big enough to knock the air out of her lungs, but she needed every inch of visible bulge to make up for her lack of tits, whose bounce was most streamers’ money makers. Not to mention that it made her voice all sorts of breathy and sexy.

“Tonight we’ll be seeing how well I can do at a basic platformer while ‘distracted’; while you can’t she him,” except for the way he deformed her, and occasionally his hands, “my friend behind me has his eyes on the chat so he’ll know exactly how ‘distracted’ you want me to be.”

He had more than his eyes on chat, he was wired to it with the tips controlling his orgasm, a cumshot standing in for a more traditional emote. It didn’t matter how long or how hard he fucked her, he could bounce her round like a ragdoll and until the tipjar was full his balls wouldn’t empty. As long as she was streaming anyway which is why she had set a timer before starting her stream.

She had set the timer hadn’t she?

“Aag…” She was able to hide her groan of disappointment in a moan as the first tips came in and her partner started thrusting. Yes, thankfully, she had set the timer so she was getting a break in two hours no matter what but one of her mods had already decided to split tips. Instead of getting her closer to a womb full of cum some the money coming in was going towards buying another slot on the reward wheel, far too many of which showed upgrades for her costar already.

On the one hand she only spun the wheel once for each time the tip jar filled so if they couldn’t do that she wouldn’t have to give them anything. But if they couldn’t, or if her mods kept splitting the tips, she would be in for one long stream.

Chapter 9: Live Stream Smut: Sponsorship [M/F, Body Modification]

He couldn’t be that big, anything 50cm or larger had to be tattooed with a warning, but that didn’t keep her from being intimidated by the size of his cock. It didn’t matter how big the dicks she saw on the internet could get when the real thing was in front of her.

Maybe she would have felt better about it if had been an oversized toy she’d was facing, like she’d expected when she’d first agreed to this sponsorship, at least then she would have had some control once things started. As it was the only control she had was over how chipper she was while delivering the ad copy. And even then her control was limited since there was a contractually mandated minimum level of enthusiasm she had to maintain; she had to make the product look attractive to the women in her audience after all.

At the same time she didn’t want to do too good of a job, be too enthusiastic because she didn’t want to do this again. She didn’t want the company to offer to extend her sponsorship since she knew it would be too hard for her to turn down that much money. She hadn’t even hesitated the first time, she didn’t trust herself to remember this fear the next time she saw that many zeroes. With a sign, and trying to think about the paycheck so her smile wouldn’t look quite so fake, she switched the stream back from commercial.

“Hey everybody! While I was on break my friend Steve,” she seriously doubted that ‘Steve’ was his real name since it had been in the script since longer before they had nailed the details of this appearance but he still responded by waving his dick at the camera, “came over which makes this the perfect chance for me to show off this new product I found.

“As bigger and bigger members hit the market some of us girls are getting stretched to the point where we actually go a little numb; Dr. Carol is here to help with her new line of sensitizing personal lubricants which will activate your nerve endings so that you’ll feel ever inch no matter how many there are. They also claim that even after a ‘night on the town’ you’ll still be so tight that your boyfriend won’t notice a thing once you get home, but as a single girl I can’t testify to that.” There, that was the end of the script and the last thing she had been able to rehearse, and then onto the real challenge. “Who wants to see if I still beg for more once Steve here’s ball deeps?”

Chapter 10: Interview: Scholarship [M/F, Free Use, Body Modification]

The glasses had turned out to be a good idea as they were the only thing protecting her eyes from the cum plastering her face. She had worn them hoping that they would make her look smarter during her scholarship interview but the only one to pay any attention to her appearance at all was the panel’s sole man and the closet he came to asking a question was when he told her to look up at him as he jerked off next to her. That led to the cum bath and his current praise. “God that’s beautiful.”

“Than y-uurk.” Blinded as she was she had had no warning of the cock about to be pushed passed her lips and into her open mouth. Still hard of course. Anyone who had been modded to the point where they could ruin her makeup, hair, and blouse in single load was sure to have sprung for the extra stamina.

The rest of the panel seemed completely unfazed by what their colleague was doing, just as they had been by his earlier masturbation session, but they at least took enough notice to switch to ‘yes or no’ questions that she theoretically could answer with hand gestures. If she could hear them over the repeated violation of her throat, if she wasn’t distracted by the burn growing in her chest as she ran out of oxygen, if her brain wasn’t scrambled by the repeated violent impacts of a groin against her face.

She must have missed something, failed to answer some question, probably while she was being forced to swallow an improbably large amount of cum, given how the panel’s apparent spokeswoman started her summation. “Ms. Louis? I’m afraid we can’t offer you the Maxwell Scholarship but we can still offer you housing assistance if you don’t mind living with the football team.”

Chapter 11: Duty [M/F, Incest]

“Daniel! Stop fucking your sister and get out here, you have work to do.” Trying to ignore her he picked up his pace filling the room with Beth’s hoarse moans and the wet slupp of their union. Much more pleasant sounds than their mother’s voice but not quite enough to block it out. “What did I tell you?”

“Aargh.” With a frustrated groan he pulled out, that one last rough backstroke being enough to set his sister off again but doing nothing for him. She twitched and thrashed so violently she probably didn’t even notice he was gone, not at first anyway, while he was left hard and aching. Each painful throb almost like a punishment for walking away from an eager cunt. The swing was worse; hard the back and forth motion of his cock as he walked pulled at his groin in ways it never did when soft. He had to hold on to his shaft to keep the movements at least somewhat in check as she walked down the hall towards the front of the apartment. “What?”

“Stop jerking off and help Ms Mason upstairs with her groceries. And make sure she puts away her perishables before she gives you your tip; she might not blame you for her milk going off but I will.”

Daniel didn’t know what the point was; it wasn’t like Ms Mason couldn’t carry her own groceries up a flight of stairs, she was certainly young enough, but maybe she still needed the pretense. Every other woman in the complex knew better than to call him for anything important, it was his mother they called when they wanted to get something fixed and him when they wanted to get their ass broken. At least she’d been here long enough that he didn’t have to bother with pants anymore.

He used to think it was cute how flustered new tenants would get the first time they saw him naked; the way they’d be torn between the desire to touch, to verify that what they saw was real, and to throw him out to preserve their virtue or whatever. The ones that did that always changed their minds and rushed to apologize to him, normally before he made it to the stairs. That was fun but really he could do without all the dancing around and get straight to the fucking. Even carrying a couple of bags seemed like an unnecessary delay.

Even Ms Mason seemed to agree with that given the way she reached down towards his cock as soon as she’d handed over her groceries. And how he had to repeatedly remind her to actually put things away and not just watch him jerkoff once they’d gotten to her apartment; by the time she was done he was so frustrated that he was in no mood to listen to her simpering apologizes.

In fact he didn’t want to hear her at all so instead of bending her over the counter as expected he pushed her down until his cock was level with her mouth. Which he entered roughly. As strange it might seem to an outsider this had been the longest he’d gone with cumming in years, awake anyway. And to get a good night’s sleep he had to make sure he’d properly drained his balls first, something his mother had stopped him from doing this time. So he quickly thrust away, comfortable in his belief that the sound of Ms Mason gagging was preferable to her sad attempts at dirty talk. And only idly wondering if he’d bother pulling out when he came.

Chapter 12: Church: Study Group [M/F, Pregnancy Risk]

Notes:

I've taken a couple of cracks at church/priest smut and none of them are very... religious.

“Was Marjorie acting up again?”

Maybe. The priest’s cock had been jammed down her throat for most of the second half of the bible class, and long enough after for her mother to wander into the church to find out what happened to her but whether to keep her from distracting the other students with her stupid questions or as a reward for being clever the teen wasn’t sure. The line between punishment and prize got a little fuzzy after the oxygen deprivation set in.

“Yes,” Father Murray grunted as he fucked Marjorie’s face with more force than he could spare while leading a discussion on the parables but that didn’t mean anything. Part of the reason he was so loved by the community was how he managed to maintain the veneer of a stern disciplinarian even as he slipped the young women in his charge all sorts of yummy cum on the sly. More than once the class had shared a laugh over him having to make a big show out of heaping praise on some girl he had had screaming in orgasm the week before after some parent complained about him being too strict. “I’m almost done.”

His slow withdraw from her mouth was enough to keep the teen from coughing up the multiple loads churning in her stomach but nothing could keep her head from spinning as she was guided up to her feet. Not even the helpful hands that lifted her skirt and probed between her legs.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” That was her mother as Marjorie’s throat was too sore for her to do much more than pant while a thick pair of fingers pushed into her wet pussy.

“Oh?” Father Murray’s voice was somewhat distracted as he seemed to be more focused on making the teen’s tight cunt clench than on what the woman said.

“Yes, her Martin just broke up with her. Said she wasn’t serious enough.

“There’s not much more serious than pregnancy.” Marjorie got a good look at her mother’s nervous face as she was turned around to sit on the old man’s lap.

“They’re sure to get back together before long, you know how young people are, maybe you shouldn’t fuck her until then… You could always fuck me instead. It wouldn’t matter if you got me pregnant, Thomas wouldn’t mind another kid, he had always hoped for a son.”

“And what about this one; she still needs to be punished.”

“I’ll take care of it. I picked up more dildos than I really need during the last fund raiser and I can stuff her full of those as soon as we get home.”

“Fine,” he sighed teasing the teen’s cunt one last time with his hard rod. “Up on the table with you.”

The table, where the girls would leave their bags while sitting in the circle during class, was off to one side of the room and had been there so long it might as well have been part of the building. And just so happened to be at perfect fucking height. When Marjorie’s mother climbed up onto it, with more eagerness than her earlier nervous demeanor suggested, and pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal her lack of underwear she was in almost the perfect position for the priest to stick his dick in her.

“Now, I was planning to really give it to her so I’m not going to hold back with you so you’ll know just how rough to be with Marjorie.”

“Okay.” This was clearly not disappointing news to the older woman. If anything it made her more eager, made her squirm every second the priest spent settling the teen onto an empty chair before moving onto her. The wait may even have been good for her, gave her body time to produce some much needed lubrication as he did nothing to soften the impact of his cock when he finally thrust into her.

The table rocked back and slammed into the wall but the sound of that impact was completely drowned out by Marjorie’s mother’s shriek. And then her moans, and all the other sounds that came out of her as she was fucked. You’d think that an experienced woman would know better, would be able to maintain some level of dignity with the priest. A large part of the teens’ spiritual training involved keeping it down to a low whimper through any number of orgasms. Though it had been years decades since the older woman’s graduation and wedding so maybe she was just out of practice. That would certainly explain why she passed out before he was even done.

“Marjorie dear, how do you feel about bending over while we wait for your mother to wake up?”

Chapter 13: Church: Wedding [MF]

She had to fight a sudden wave of nervousness as soon as she took the first step down the aisle.

Maybe it was all the eyes staring at her or lack of familiar faces, ‘her’ side of the church was almost entirely empty save for a couple of single girls from the women’s group that had made it their mission to make Macy feel welcome. Honestly it was somewhat surprising that there were any given how many of the local girls viewed her as the enemy, yet another stranger coming to town to steal one of their men.

That was at least part of the reason why none of Macy’s family could be at the ceremony, except for her sister who had married into the church last year and sat with her husband of course. There was serious pressure to not flood the place out-of-towners. But no, it wasn’t the makeup of the audience that was the main source of her anxiety. No, it was what was coming, what would happen as soon as she took her place next to her fiance, the subject of every second of planning, practice, and rehearsal since the date was set.

“Are we ready?” The priest’s words were quiet, just for her, a small amount of comfort before they began. In theory it was also one last chance to back out, to run away if it was all too much for her. Instead she nodded to signal her assent even if she blushed as she dropped to her knees.

Down there she was on the level of priest’s exposed member which she could take into her mouth without the use of her hands thanks to all the practice; though, honestly, that hadn’t taken that much practice not when compared to swallowing his entire length without gagging. Or keeping him in her throat for the duration of the service. That’s what she struggled with most, even after she had overcome the urge to pull back there were still the twin challenges of staying conscious through the homily while at the same time not drowning out the priest’s words with her moans.

She had just managed that during the last rehearsal but that was without the extra thrill of the audience. Or her fiance standing right next to her.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today...”

Chapter 14: Church: Confession [M/F]

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”

A sigh answered her from behind the screen. “And how long has it been since your last confession?”

“Three, three days.”

“Three days? I thought that we were going to try to do better? Try to go a whole week before needing to come to confession?”

“We were, I was, there’s just so much temptation in the world.” She really had tried, she had gone to bed the night before wracked by guilt and the need to atone but still she had managed to stay away from the church until the end of the day. Being one of the last to slip into the booth to see the priest.

“Of course; temptation. Let us begin.” The lateness of her visit has manifested in the half-hard member offered to her through a slot in the confessional, slimed with spit and slow to rise to her touch after a day of serving the parish. Really the only upside of waiting so long was getting to see the multiple shades of lipstick smeared around his base, proof that she wasn’t the only one who felt the need to make herself up before confessing her sins. “We were speaking of temptation.”

“Yes,” she had gotten lost in the task of jerking the priest off, of working his manhood until it stood tall, and forgot to speak. “I see them on the street, the men, the married men, and I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to lie with them. To be one of the women on their arms, to be heavy with their child.”

“You feel lust?”

“Yes.”

“And you would be cleansed of it?”

“Oh, yes.” She was pulling on him with both hands now as if she could make him stretch, grow to close the distance between them.

“You wish to have your sins driven from your body?”

“Please.” Was he intentionally delaying things, moving slowly through the ritual to punish her for her lack of control?

“Then you know what to do.”

“Yes, sir!” She was already drooling.

Chapter 15: Benefits: New Hire [M/F, Mind Control, Cock Growth]

“I know we were hoping for something that paid better… with the job market so tight… At least this comes with good benefits.”

“Ah-huh.” Jenny was barely listening to her boyfriend’s fumbling attempts to justify the decision he had already made. Mostly because she agreed with him, the benefits did look good. Really good. And the company must have thought so too since they had produced a glossy pamphlet to help sell them.

There were almost no mention made of pay, retirement, or vacations though plenty of space was given over to their ‘training programs’. She wasn’t sure what the pictures of shirtless men with bulging trousers had to do with ‘inventory management’ or ‘customer relations’ but she like to imagine Mark looking like that.

“They also have programs for families, wives, girlfriends and whatnot, though they keep them fairly segregated being kind of old fashioned.” There was a section in the brochure for that too, a lot of beautiful, smiling women laughing together while their men were hard at work.

“When can you start?”

He started that weekend, a three day orientation that left him exhausted and her frustrated. Everyday she filled her time with the company’s slickly produced family training videos, full of colorful graphics and catchy jingles that got in the way of the information forcing her to watch each one multiple times to learn anything. And everyday he came home looking better, smelling of sweat and other things that made her think of sex but too tired for her to get him to do anything about it. Come Monday and she was making plans to job his bones in his bones in his sleep if she had to so she was unprepared for him to come home early, slamming through the door with a look in his eye that said his need almost matched her own.

After that things were something of a blur. She didn’t how their clothes had come off, or when they’d moved to the bed. She clearly remembered the moment of penetration though, that sudden fullness unlike anything she’d ever felt before despite an otherwise active sex life, the recent four day gap not withstanding. Maybe it was because of how horny she was. Or maybe his cock had actually grown to match the image the company put forth.

None of that matter while she was cumming her brains out.

Chapter 16: Benefits: Early Retirement [M/F, Body Modification, Referenced Incest]

“Fourteen years, fourteen years I gave them Remy, doing everything they asked, every transfer, every holiday and hour of overtime, and they just throw me away,” He growled through clenched teeth. “Early retirement my ass.”

She wanted to be sympathetic, she’d been right next to him for everyone of those fourteen years, and the eight years he’d been at Maxwell’s before they’d been bought out, but it was hard when she was choking on his retirement ‘gift’. Almost every transfer he took, and every promotion and bonus he’d earned during his entire career had come with an increase in penis size, that she had mostly been able to ignore thanks to the long hours he spent at office, but the last little bump they’d give him on the way out the door had pushed him over some sort of edge. Pushed his libido to the point where he could barely think unless he was fucking something, pushed his cock to a size where he could barely move unless he was looking for something to fuck.

That left Remy as his only real outlet, or the only one she was willing to give him even if it meant spending most of her day getting her jaw dislocated by his girth and waking up most nights to him flipping her over in bed. It’s not that she had a problem with him sleeping with someone else, he had fucked plenty of other women each day back when he’d been working, it’s just that the only alternatives currently available where their daughters.

They were not just available but eager; having grown up in a society that worshiped cock size above all else, decency, modesty, or prior relationships. In all likelihood their father’s manhood had passed the point where incest had stopped being a barrier for them long ago but only since his retirement did Remy start to worry that same might be true for her husband.

He had certainly lost all inhibition against fucking her in front of them so who knew what would happen if they teased him when he wasn’t already balls deep in her? She just had to buckle down, swallow some cum, and hope that she didn’t pass out before he was done ranting.

Notes:

And here ends my illusion of high productivity.

Chapter 17: Wet Tentacles: The Pool [Tentacles Dubcon]

Notes:

I have a backlog, there's no reason for me to go more than a week without a post.

The complex had a pool which was a major selling point. The idea that she could go for a swim or sit by the water in the afternoon while the sun shone down into the courtyard was very attractive but it was the fact that the owner only rented to women that sealed the deal. The idea that she could do the above without being gawked at by any male neighbors was something she couldn’t pass up.

That made it all the stranger that she was the only one out there. Allie would have assumed that her new neighbors would have been just as eager as her to take advantage of the opportunity, but maybe they all had work. Or had just lived there long enough for the pool to lose its luster so they no longer felt the need to get wet every warm day. She had no real way of knowing since she hadn’t really met any of them yer, not to do much more than trade a hurried hello as she’d moved in, but for whatever reason she had the courtyard all to herself when she took the plunge.

The sudden rush of water over her body felt almost as good as she thought it would but surfacing was better, returning to the air and sunshine. Since she had the pool all to herself there was no reason why she couldn’t just float there feeling both warm and cool at the same time. No reason why she couldn’t let herself drift, pushed around by the gentle current created by the wind and her own dive.

Oddly water didn’t settle down, a small persistent wave kept pushing at her but that wasn’t too bad, though it did seem to be moving her away from the pool’s edge. There shouldn’t be anything for her to bump into there so it was shocking when something brushed against her hip.

“Hmm?” Lifting her head as high as she could while maintaining her float Allie tried to look for the source of this contact only to feel it slide under her rear. “Hey!”

Righting herself she twisted around before finally spotting something, a faint shimmer. A slithering shape moving through the water that her eyes didn’t want to lock onto.

And there were more than one of them as a second something wrapped around her ankle tugging back to midpoint of the pool the second she tried to flee. A third made itself know by encircling her waist, following the upper edge of her bikini bottoms, holding her tight while the first one, the only one she could even see, moved in on her.

“Hel-” Allie screamed only to be pulled the beneath the water cutting her off. Bobbing back up only to have her mouth filled by a slippery, shimmery tentacle, feeling much more solid than it looked, effectively muffling her for what came next. For even more tendrils to seem to form from out of the water to touch her, to grope her, to tug at her swimsuit until they could fuck her. More than one of the things pushed into each of her holes, moving independent of each other, each with its own length and speed of stroke, never falling into a recognizable rhythm.

Despite herself, despite the shock and the fact that this was all happening in the middle of the courtyard overlooked by every apartment in the complex her body was responding. She moaned, she writhed, she found herself wracked by pleasure do to the simple duration of the event if nothing else. She even found herself overwhelmed by the rush of climax.

Not that that marked the end of things. The whatever in the water continued to use her long past the point where her body had the strength left to respond, pas the point where she passed out. She eventually came to on the edge of the pool, someone or something having lifted her from the water, long after the sun had moved behind the building casting a shadow over the still shimmering pool.

Chapter 18: Engagement [M/F Hyper-ish]

Notes:

What qualifies something as hyper? I think this crosses that fuzzy line but if I had called the silent male in this an alien or demon I probably wouldn't have worried about it.

Crystal surprised herself with how quickly she said “yes” after Jake asked her to marry him. She had never thought of herself as the marrying type but then she had never thought of herself as the type who posted cute couple selfies, especially the type that consisted of her smiling face pressed against a cock or so coated in cum that didn’t she wouldn’t get look at the background until she reviewed the post, and that had all changed.

She’d liked to say that it had nothing to him being a hyper, that she actually liked him, he was kind and sweet and she didn’t even mind his taste in movies, that penis size had never mattered her yet she had to admit that played a role in her actually going through with that first blind date. And that was more shock than desire, she hadn’t even he’d been a hyper when she’d first agreed to it but he’d been so late that she’d been ready to leave the coffee-shop when she’d first saw his member proceed him through the door.

Once their relationship had started, and she’d learned how to dislocate her own jaw, she discovered there certainly were benefits to his size. His cock stood tall enough that she could easily nurse from it still see over the row in front of the them at the theater, she mentioned his taste in movies, and if some stranger’s hands were to join hers on his shaft in the dark so be it. That was just part of dating someone with a dick literally too large for one woman to handle so there was no reason to get jealous.

The last time she’d felt anything close to jealousy was watching how causally the waitress crawled under table after dropping off their orders, but, in retrospect, that had more to do with Crystal being stuck eating off the menu when she could have been on a liquid diet. A mistake she had since rectified.

Yes, there were certainly benefits to the size of his cock. It made a wonderful backdrop for announcing their engagement; whether it was a picture of her hand resting on his shaft or squeezing his cockhead the diamond on her finger made the meaning clear. At least until the flow of precum had completely covered her hands obscuring the details. That little photo-shoot left the engagement ring in such a state that it needed a cleaning and while they were at the jewelers they might as well pick out their wedding bands.

“You have to go with the cock ring.” Crystal had been leaning in that direction, she could just picture herself kneeling in front of herself her newly minted husband and using her lips to push the ring all the way to his base demonstrating just how good of a match they were, making all the other women jealous, and maybe getting his so worked up that he would fuck her throat right there in the church, but Jake had a hint of an old fashioned streak so it was nice to have a professional voice their support. Even if that professional was struggling to do something as simple as take a measurement.

Jake had laid his cock across the store’s glass counter, easily being long enough to hang off the far side, when the woman working there had asked but the furniture was still in the way. She had to take measurements at multiple points along his length to make sure the ring would slide on which would have been easier if they had been on the same side of the counter but it was the clerk was left testing the weight limit of the glass as she shimmied up on it, practically hugging Jake’s cock as moved the loop of tape along.

It took so long for her to do this simple task that a sizable puddle had had time to leak out of him creating hazard the clerk almost immediately slipped in once she tried to stand back on her feet. The stumble that left her on her knees, clinging to Jake’s cock support, was so awkward that it was impossible to imagine it was intentional even if it did put her face level with his cockhead. All it took was a nod from Crystal to give her permission to do what she clearly wanted.

And even that she was bad at.

She may have lusted after, maybe even have serviced hypers before but she clearly never been in a relationship with one give her inability to actually handle his size. It was more like she was trying to make-out with his cockhead rather than suck it, there wasn’t even hint of stretch to her lips. Crystal could have given her a hand, could have stood behind her and pushed the woman’s head onto her fiance’s cock, but again the counter got in the way. The best she could do was stand behind Jake, wrapped her arms around him, and stroke the base of his cock with both hands while he stroked the middle of his length and the inexperienced woman handed the end.

This three person jerkoff session may have been inefficient, and comically looking from the outside, but it got the job done eventually. It was not Jake’s largest or most powerful orgasm but it was still impressive. Crystal had once read that the average hyper produced half a liter of cum each time, she had never measured it herself but it had always felt like more, which was more than an inexperienced woman could saw. Especially when she hadn’t created a seal with lips; instantly cum jetted out her mouth, not leaked or dribbled but shot out with force coating not just her face and chest but also her arms, the counter, basically everything in front of her. Include pad she’d been taking notes on.

“I think you’re going to have take those measurements again.”

Chapter 19: On the Bus [M/F, Hyperish]

Stacy used to drive.

She remembered the feeling of freedom that getting her license gave her, how even after that faded the convenience of controlling her own travel, of being about to go where she wanted when she wanted, justified the cost in her mind, but she’d given that all up. It just wasn’t practical once she’d started dating Pete. You just couldn’t control a vehicle and suck a cock at the same time.

No nothing no-it-alls would say that she should just control herself, to just not suck a cock for the duration of the voyage, but they had never ridden in car with someone like Pete. They had never sat next to a cock so large that it stood at perfect sucking height at all times. You could try to ignore it bobbing on the edge of your vision, you could try to ignore the smell of the precum leaking from it, but eventually you’d give in and lean over for a taste. Stacy bet that all those critic would be stuffing their throats at the first red light. So of course Stacy had stopped driving.

Instead she took the bus with Pete, who just had to wave his dick to get on for free, and sat at the back where there no reason not to get sucking. There was no reason not to sit on his lap, hug the torso long cock sticking up from between his legs, and let him watch out for their stop while for her the trip passed in an oral haze. She couldn’t even really look for herself since her back was to the near window, as sitting sideways was the best way to manage legs in the space available, and her view of the far window was always blocked by another passenger.

No matter how empty the bus might otherwise be the surrounding seats always quickly filled other passengers wanting to watch. Or join in.

If the trip was long enough, especially if they missed their stop and had to go around the loop again, someone would end up on the bench with them. Some were open about what they wanted, some claimed that there were no other seats available, but either way once they were there they would start touching him, licking him, getting to live out their fantasy of being with a hyper. At least for a little while.

And sometimes something magical would happen.

Pete would wait until the woman’s lips on the tip of his cock to put his hand on the back of her head and push her down, entering her mouth. And then once she had reached her natural limit, whether as a gift for the stranger or as a treat for Stacy who normally didn’t get to see this from the outside, he would keep pushing. And pushing.

When a hyper really wanted to they could do the impossible such as forcing their over-sized members into a woman, stretching and distorting their body in the most dramatic way. Even when all the angles and rules of geometry should be against, such as the in the back of the bus, Pete could still shove enough of his cock down a woman’s throat to make a wondrous bulge that reached all the way to her collar bone.

Seeing something like that made Stacy want to reach out and grab the woman’s throat, to message Pete cock through the stretched skin, but that would block her view. No, it was better to just keep stroking his exposed shaft. To try to speed him towards his orgasm, towards the moment he filled the woman with cum. And Stacy got to watch her reaction.

Would her eyes widen? Their eyes almost always widen. Would she start to panic and try to pull back in a doomed bid to extract the cock from her throat? Would she start gulping in an attempt to keep all the cum down? Or would she just surrender herself to the experience? Some would somehow do all three, which ever it was always fun to watch.

Almost as fun as experiencing it for herself.

Chapter 20: Wet Tentacles: The Rain [Tentacles, Noncon]

She wasn’t dressed for rain.

The morning had been so pleasant, and the last forecast she’d seen hadn’t said any about rain, so Alice had felt safe wearing a skirt and judging by the crowd gathered at the window she hadn’t been the only one. It look like the entire office had dressed for summer with short skirts, sundresses, and other loose, light outfits all in evidence. None of which you wanted to wear in the rain in this city.

A visible shudder of fear had washed over the office when the first drops of water hit the glass. It wasn’t just it was raining but that it came at the worst possible time, at the end of the day when there was no more work left to distract them and everyone was getting ready to head out. Bags and last minute paperwork was all put down as it became clear that this wasn’t just a short shower and the women drifted to the window to see just how bad it was out there.

Three stories below there were plenty of people moving along the street so it was easy to tell that the public’s reaction to the rain was starkly divided along gender lines; none of the men seemed to be bothered in the slightest while the women were all sprinting from door to door, rushing through the rain as quickly as possible. When mixed couples traveled together the woman invariably clung to the man as if he could shelter her from the weather. The reason why took a little longer to become clear; there was more than water running through the gutters.

Purple tentacles were worming their way out of the sewers and up form the soil. It was only a matter of time, as their numbers grew, before they were no longer avoidable. The woman who had the misfortune of being the first to fail was a blonde who stumbled stepping up onto the curb. It almost looked like a natural accident, a combination of her speed and heels on the slick ground, but experienced eyes could pick out the tendril wrapped around her ankle.

Once she was down she was vulnerable, countless more tentacles moved up her legs and under her clothes despite all her thrashing and surely screams, not that any of the women up in the office could hear them. Her shorts did the most to slow them down but only a little, only a couple of limbs could worm their way up the leg holes at a time forcing the others to climb higher up her body reaching her mouth sooner than they would have otherwise. She ended up choking on a pair of purple tendrils working their way down her throat before the crotch of her shorts were torn out exposing two more holes to assault.

After that there was no hope of escape and her rape would last as long as the rain. As sorry as every woman surely felt for her, and as much as they would hat to be in her position, it was impossible to ignore the fact that being covered in tentacles turned her into an obstacle and launching point for future attacks. By the time they, Alice and the other office workers, got down to the street there would be even more writhing piles not to mention the chaos sure to be found at the bus stop around the corner.

“Alright ladies, let’s go, I have to lockup.” Their manager’s voice and clap broke their horrified reverie, and forced them all to confront the reality of going out into that rain themselves. Slowly they moved away from the window and back towards their desks to pick up the last things holding them there spurred on by their boss’s reminders to get moving. Alice hung back considering some unpleasantness that might just save her from the rain.

“Excuse me sir? Would you mind walking me home?”

Chapter 21: Wet Tentacles: The Temple [Tentacles, Dubcon]

Her mother called it a religious experience as if it had something to do with sermons or hymns.

Bree couldn’t see the connection between the happy chatter on Sunday mornings and this solemn gathering on a Tuesday night. Between the bright stained glass in the chapel and this dark subbasement. Yes they were both in the same building and largely featured the same women, but that was about it. There were only woman but that wasn’t that strange since this was supposedly a women’s group. The strangest thing had to be Mrs. Argyle happily greeting them as they came down the stairs, something that would never happen at any normal church gathering.

“Welcome dear,” Mrs. Argyle actually hugged Bree’s mother, “is this one ready join the grownups?”

“Of course she is,” Bree’s mother spoke with obvious pride, “she’s not one of those girls that needs to be shamed into it by weeks of being left out of every conversation.” That was the type of sass Bree expected from a church gathering even if she didn’t know the context.

Mrs. Argyl’es smile was just the tiniest bit bitter. “Then she won’t mind going first; everyone has to participate their first night so Bree has a chance to set a good example. If she’s brave enough.”

“Don’t worry honey,” her mother said after Mrs. Argyle had gone off to gather the chattering women into a circle, “she’s just trying to scare you. Now since she is sure not to explain anything, or show you how’s it’s done, before throwing you into the deep end I’m going to give you the best advice I can; just relax and go with it.”
“’Go with it’? You can’t tell me more than that?”

“Bree!” Mrs. Argyle called out to her. “Over here dear. I need you to stand where everyone can see you.”

Bree moved into the center of the circle roughly defined by the exposed stones of the church’s original foundation most of which had been paved over when she was a child. Looking she saw a ring of smiling faces that offered her nothing, the only ones that stood out were the other three girls who, like her, had a birthday in the last month. They looked almost as confused and uncertain as she felt.

“Bree dear if you were given a chance would you want to meet God?” Mrs. Brown joined her at the center of the circle with a chalice much larger than the one used upstairs for communion.

“Uh... I guess. I mean, yes.”

“Then here’s your chance to open yourself to him.” Mrs. Brown lifted the chalice for her but not to her lips, just high enough for the teen to clearly see the dark liquid inside continue to slush long after it should have started to settle down. If anything if became more active once the gathered women started singing.

Bree didn’t recognize the hymn, or even the words but they felt ‘right’, it sounded like a hymn. It definitely sounded like a piece of music that belonged in church. That didn’t do anything to make what was happening any more normal, nor prepare her for the sudden appearance of a tentacle rising out of the wine.

“Eep!” She’d jumped back when it first showed up but when all the tendril did was flop over the chalice’s rim and twitch she relaxed. Actually leaned in to get a better look only for a second tentacle to shoot out and grab her around the throat.

She stumbled back, trying to break away from the thing, but only managed to somehow pull more than a foot of additional tentacle from the wine without disturbing the chalice or the woman holding it at all. Another tendril followed the first, or second, from the wine to her neck. From there it moved on to the rest of her body without ever losing track of her.

First it went up, brushing across her face and leaving the taste of wine on her lips, before going down squeezing her tits on its way. Her light sundress offered no resistance to the thing’s probing tip when it slipped between her legs and slid up her thighs. Her underwear, a rather modest pair since it was church after all, slowed it down more but didn’t stop it. There was nothing to stop it from pushing its way into her until her eyes rolled back. From the outside it must have looked like the fight just drained out of her, that she just instantly turned into twitching drooling mess, but on the inside she saw god.

Chapter 22: Cliched Thing to Say [M/F]

Notes:

I'm not sure where I was going with this one...

The cliched thing would be to say that Kathy had always hated her breasts, that’s what busty girls were expected to say, but that wouldn’t be true.

Oh she had hated them plenty, they were quite literally a pain in her neck (and back), and they certainly had done a number on her self-esteem, she had gone through thinking the boys were looking at her because they thought that she was some sort of freak to thinking that they only liked her for her tits, but there were definitely times when she liked them.

This might have been the only time that she’d loved her tits.

If she wasn’t so well endowed as she was than this would have been hopeless; even as busty she was it was a bit of struggle to fit her breasts around her boyfriend’s cock. Her mouth couldn’t open anywhere near wide enough nor were her hands up to the job. Her tits might not be able to fully encircle his shaft but they covered more of it, offering much more skin contact, and with the help of a little lubrication could slide around in all sort of wonderful ways. 

If her tits were bigger they could do an even better job.

Was she really thinking bigger tits would be better? She would never think that his dick was the problem, that it was too big, not even in the deepest recesses of her subconscious, so her tits had to be the problem. They most be in someway lacking, they must not be big enough.

The cliched thing would be to say that Kathy had always hated her breasts but that wouldn’t be true. She just wished they were bigger.

Chapter 23: Urban Goblin: Waitresses [M/F, Shortstack, Size Kink]

Every place needed a gimmick, a reason for people to stop there rather than someplace else even if it was just being the last gas for a hundred miles. For Greenskins that something was Suzd and her sisters; a good half dozen surprisingly curvy goblins that took care of the front of the house. There were issues with this, with a waitstaff that was an average of three feet tall. All the furniture had to be lowered so that the girls stood a chance of reaching the tabletops, even then space had to be set aside for steps where otherwise there would be a chair.

Whenever customers rolled in one of the pretty little goblins would climb those steps to greet them from a more equal level, or at least a level that put their amble breasts above the table. Once the orders had been taken the gobbo would hop down, making clear that there was nothing under the thin material of their branded t-shirts but soft flesh given how they bounced, to move on to the next table. That’s when things were busy anyway.

When things were slow, at the end of the day or before the lunch rush, there was Suzd behind the bar. She never walked the floor, she never wore the t-shirt, instead she moved back and forth along a raised platform that kept her waist high to the counter wearing a button up shirt that would have looked professional were it not for how it gapped over her chest. She would smile, she would be friendly but she would never flirt like her sisters.

And as long as she was there behind the bar there was only so far that the others could go, only how much they flirt. It was only when she disappeared into the back to receive a delivery that the men could do more than look. In those rare instances they would get a chance to grope, to kiss, to get a flash of what the uniform covered. The regulars lived for those moments even though things could only go so far before Suzd came back.

“Fuck.” Suzd buried her face in the deliveryman’s chest as she tried to muffle her moan. It had been a week since his last visit, since he last fucked her and it showed. There had been no foreplay, no preamble, he had just picked her up and pinned her against the wall. The violence and the need just served to make the existing anatomical differences that much more delicious.

Human’s were so big and hard compared to goblins that it already felt like each thrust rearranged her insides so when those thrusts were strong enough to shake walls it felt like his dick was going to push right through her. It was a tossup whether she was going to end up pinned to the wall or have a cock sticking out of her throat. Neither of which was possible but both were unbelievably erotic to think about. She wanted that to really happen, she wanted to see if her partner really could break her. That’s why Suzd fucked humans; if the temptation wasn’t there she would have stuck to goblins and their small dicks rather than seeking out more powerful substitutes. 

The only thing that kept her from giving the deliveryman that encouragement and seeing just how hard he could fuck her was the room full of customers next door. Things could only get so rough before their grunts and moans were heard. Or drywall gave way and they crashed into the dining room. There were so many ways this could go wrong but Suzd couldn’t help but beg for more.

Chapter 24: Urban Goblin: On the Bus [M/F Shortstack]

Notes:

At some point I decided "Suzd" was a good name for a goblin and used it for basically all of my attempts at a "green girl in a big city" stories.

“Come on, back here.”

As her boyfriend dragged her down the aisle towards the back of the bus Suzd was reminded of how her mother told her never to date a human.

She hadn’t believer her when she had told her that they were dangerous, that they could get goblin girls to do almost anything. She hadn’t believed it then, when she was younger, when it had been hard to see any real difference between them and the green boys from the tribe. Now it was hard to see anything but. Now it was hard not to see how much taller humans were, how much stronger they were. Now she not only saw but was almost obsessed with how much ‘firmer’ they were in both flesh and will. Even the softest, most out of shape man was like stone when compared to a goblin.

Even knowing exactly what he was planning Suzd had a hard time resisting him. Or rather following him was just so much easier, so much better. Letting him take the lead made her squishy inside in a way that had nothing to do with her species. That is what her mother had been trying to warn her about, that strange inborn racial fetish for being ordered about. By humans.

If another goblin tried to give her an order they would get a slap. They wouldn’t get her wet and happily panting ‘yes, sir’. But a human on the other hand; there was a reason goblin girls had developed a reputation as hard workers.

Suzd was no different; she loved being bossed around and dreamed about being forced to do things that she, well, couldn’t even dream of. She would stay up at night imagining her boyfriend truly using her, abusing her, bending her body in unnatural ways so he could put all of his mighty human strength into fucking her with no regard for what she wanted.

And that would forever remain a fantasy. Unfortunately for sex life her sense of self-preservation was strong enough that she had latched onto a ‘good boy’ the first chance that she had got. A good boy who would never hurt her, who would never do anything against her will so she couldn’t even pretend to resist him let alone truly fight. She knew deep down in her soul that turning it into a game wouldn’t be same even if she could convince him to ‘hurt’ her in play. In the middle of things he was sure to forget his role stopping to ask if she was okay.

She was just going to have to settle for moments like this when his excitement got the better of him, when he gripped her hand a little too hard and walked a little too fast in his eagerness to do something he considered daring. No one had any reason to look at them once they reached the last seat, no one even really had any reason to look at them as they passed, but that didn’t erase the fact that they were in public.

Even though he waited until they had reached the safety of the back row before grabbing her very squeezable breasts, waited until she was seated on his lap to free the hard on that had been raging since the bus stop there was still the chance that someone would see them. That against all odds one of the passengers would turn around, or that some pedestrian would look through the window and see him force her down on his cock.

Suzd wanted to scream as she was filled, a goblin girl needed her stretchiness to accommodate even a modest human dick, having to bite her lip to keep it mostly down to a moan. Really he should be the one keeping her quiet with a hand over her mouth, or better yet around her throat, but some compromises had to be made. Some things she had to do for herself if she wanted her kind and loving boyfriend to treat her like a whore.

Chapter 25: Urban Goblin: House Hunt [M/F Dubcon]

There were plenty of goblins living in the city, an entire community of greenskins who had found a place in human society. Or at least that’s what Suzd had been told. The reality was something different.

There was no real community, no goblin neighborhoods, and no goblin owned businesses. At least none that she’d be wiling to write home about. It seems that the place that goblins had found for themselves in human society was under them, or rather under the men fucking them. All the goblin businesses, almost all the jobs open to them, were little more than glorified prostitution. The few that weren’t might as well have been; every offer a job as a secretary or waitress came with the assumption that she would be the manager’s sex toy on top of, if not before, her more official duties.

After banging her head against the job market long enough she turned her attention to housing. Which was somehow even worse.

Many places wouldn’t rent to goblins, worried that the green girls would get too caught up in a lust filled haze to hand over the cash, while those that did expected the goblins to cover their rents with their bodies. And that’s not counting all the places that expected the girls to live where they worked; in a whorehouse the line between fucking for rent and fucking for pay would have to be fuzzy. More comfortable with rejection than all the sleaziness Suzd focused instead on the places that mention goblins one way or another in their ads. Sure a lot of doors got slammed in her face but that had to be better than the alternative.

Her latest lead was a room near campus, not an apartment a room in an otherwise shared house. Not that she would have had much better if she had stayed home, she’d have much worse if she went back having to share her old room with her sister and her husband. If she didn’t end up squeezed into the kids’ room. That was more than enough reason to straighten her shoulders and ring the bell.

“Yes? Can I-” The young man who opened the door directed his first words above her head before realizing what she was. “Did Tim send you?”

“No; I’m here about the room.”

“The room? Oh, right, the room.” He broke out a big friendly smile before leading her into the house and a living room full of college aged boys playing video games. “Hey guys, look who’s here to see the room.”

“Oh, then we should show it to her.” The game paused as more than was really necessary stood up.

“Ah, maybe we should talk about rent first?” Suzd wasn’t sure how she was going to pay whatever the rent turned out to be, unemployed as she still was, but she would say almost anythign to slow down her herding away from the only exist she knew of.

“How would you know if it was a fair price if you haven’t seen the room yet?” Okay there was some logic to that, enough that Suzd would struggle to argue against. Especially in the time it took her to be led to a small room at the back of the house. It was clearly a bedroom in that it had a bed in it, or at least a mattress, but it wasn’t much of one being too close to public parts of the house to offer much privacy. And too crowded with the four boys that had followed her in. Maybe it was just a side effect of her height but it sure looked like were all adjusting themselves. “So what do you think?”

Her guide’s words pulled her attention back towards him and almost distracted her from the sound of zippers being undone behind her but her large goblin ears picked that up. She didn’t want to turn around, she didn’t’ want to come face to face with all those human dicks. Not that she had much choice.

A hand landed on her head and turned her around so fast that Suzd was surprised that the young man who owned it had had time to pull his dick out first. But he had, and it was pointing right at her. It was just inches from her mouth, close enough to smell, to taste.

“Damn, this one took a long time to break for a greenskin,” Suzd could barely hear her guide’s voice over the sound of a dick being jammed down her throat but she felt a sense of pride. She wasn’t a slut like other goblins, she didn’t start sucking as soon as a cock was waved in front of her. She waited at least half a minute.

Chapter 26: Urban Goblin: Halloween [FSolo? Shortstack]

Notes:

This story is not out of season, what are you talking about?

Suzd had volunteered for door duty. She said it was logical since, as a goblin, she was closer to the trick-or-treaters’ level. The truth was that she knew she wouldn’t be invited to any of the parties her housemates did; nor would she fit in even she did get dragged along. Handing out candy saved her and them from that awkwardness, though there was still one halfhearted attempt on her three friends’ behalf before they headed out in their perfectly slutty costumes to convince her to come with.

Suzd’s costume was no where as slutty. Not intentionally anyway. Like most goblins she did most of her shopping in the children’s department and then hoped for the best. The pink princess dress she had picked out had seemed like a good choice, its foofy skirt did a remarkably good job of concealing the curve of her ass, but the top offered less coverage. As made it hadn’t even come close to fitting, modifications had to be made. There ended up being deep Vs cut in both front and back, to keep the sleeves close to the right place, linked by an attempt at lacing.

None of the kids seemed to notice all the green skin she was exposing but the parents certainly did. More than dad got an elbow for looking a little too long at her cleavage. Worse were the older siblings dragged along, who hadn’t yet learned not to stare. There wasn’t much she could do about them; she couldn’t tell them off, though maybe she should, nor could she show them just how wet all the attention made, like the most primitive parts of her goblin brain wanted her to. Not in front of the kids anyway.

That was another reason why she had stayed home. It was much easier to keep her slutty instincts in check in a familiar environment and far from drunk twenty-somethings looking to get laid. The sexual energy put out by a roomful of horny humans would be more than enough to overwhelm her hard earned sense of propriety. Avoiding that was just one of a long list of decisions she had made in order to avoid living down to the goblin stereotype, though sometimes it could be hard even when she had done all the right things.

Even now, as the night went on the doorbell rung less often, it was becoming harder for her to resist the urge to lift her skirts and play with herself while she waited. She couldn’t shake the image of herself sitting in the front hall with her legs spread and wet cunt pointed right at the door, exposing her busy fingers to anyone who came in.

The embarrassment of having some stranger walk in on her like that kill her, if she didn’t cum on the spot. Thankfully by this time of night she didn’t have to worry about it being some kid, no it was much more likely to be some young man circling back around to see if the rumors about goblin girls were true. And her needy pussy was saying they were.

Chapter 27: Urban Goblin: Professional Attire [M/F, Shortstack]

Notes:

This should be the last goblin story (for a while anyway).

You’d think that she could at least get skirt that covered her ass, she was barely four foot tall, but there just wasn’t a lot of business clothes made for goblins. There wasn’t a lot of any type of clothes made for goblins so most greenskins were stuck trying to squeeze their curves into outfits designed for human children few of which created much of a professional appearance. That’s why Suzd jumped at anything that came with pinstripes instead of little duckies. Even if it was literally designed for a stripper.

Thanks to its origin the shirt could at least close over her bust even if the snaps were on the verge of giving way but that was by design not do to strain. On her short frame the abbreviated tie and midriff baring, tit cradling jacket were actually appropriate length giving her an almost professional appearance ruined by her skirt. The lower curve of her shapely ass was clearly on display, jiggling and wiggling from side to side with every step she took.

It wouldn’t be quite so noticeable if it weren’t for the heels she wore in a bid to be a little closer to eye-level or the stockings biting into her thighs she had to wear since the dress code required the knees to be ‘covered’. If she ever skipped that item she’d find herself on the receiving end of yet another lecture from the office manger on the importance of a neat and tidy appearance, how her behavior and wardrobe reflected on the entire company.

No one ever felt the need to talk to her about any other bit of green skin she might have exposed, whether through a short coming of her outfit, or do to some sort of rip or tear it developed during the day. No one ever felt the need to as much as comment even when she did something like bend over to reach a lower drawer in a filing cabinet which in skirt like today’s would leave her looking completely naked from behind. Not even the men who slapped her ass or squeezed a cheek said anything about her clothes.

The closest anyone came to saying anything was the boy in the file room; he would always stammer out a few words about how pretty she looked before turning bright red and running away. Suzd didn’t know what to do with that. It was almost like he liked her but if so why didn’t he do anything about it.

Her boss didn’t like her at all and he never had a problem forcing her under his desk to suck his cock in the morning. Bob from accounting never call her anything nicer than a waste of money and he had no problem bending her over his desk for a quick fuck or two most afternoons. Even the janitor, who only ever grumbled about the stains she left behind, would take her home to spend a night riding her ass once or twice a week.

Maybe she would have to be the one to make the first move.

Chapter 28: Demon Porn: Fallen Grace Productions [M/F, Hypercock (referenced)]

Anyone surprised by how demons came to dominate the porn industry hadn’t been paying attention; for years the two dominant fantasies of the American male had been to be so sexually powerful, so well endowed, that the women in their life would sleep with them despite any legal or social barrier that should be in the way, or to loose their women to such a man. Without a doubt every demon was just such a man, with even the most “human” demon having a dick so big that it took literal magic to fit it in a woman’s body and cum so addictive that women would risk their soul for another taste. With that in mind it was only surprising that the takeover hadn’t been faster, or more complete, after the first video hit the net.

Maybe if there were more than two companies working in the genre. Sure a demon could fuck, more or less, 24/7 but you still needed people to shoot, edit, and upload the action. There was a need to pause the action to hose down the set and swap out the female lead for one still coherent enough to remember their lines, maintaining even the thinnest tissue of a story-line really did help the sell the fantasy. That work all fell to humans, demons as a rule were hopeless at technology, and more valuable in front of the camera, so there was still a place for men in the porn industry.

That’s where Burton came in.

He never would have made it as performer in porn, even before demons had come on the scene, but he could edit it. He could spend eight hours a day shifting through footage without getting “distracted” or developing a self esteem complex. Really the only impact the current state of affairs had was the complete indifference his co-workers had for him. He might get a distracted greeting from the receptionist, who was literally paid to notice who entered the office, but that was about it. To the other women, the ones moving between wardrobe and makeup, in the break-room, or watching one of the many studio live-feeds waiting for their call he was just an obstruction in the hallways. That makes someone actually seeking him out, sticking their head into the editing bay to talk to him, all the more surprising.

“The boss is looking for you.”

“Thank-” And they were gone, once she had delivered their message they had lost all interest in him and wandered off. Follow as fast as he could, after making sure that the current project had been saved, and yet the messenger still had time to disappear into gaggle of fake tits and cheerleader uniforms meaning his only why he was being summoned was to actually the summons. To go talk to the boss.

Fallen Grace hadn’t been the first company to monetize demon porn but it grew to be the biggest to its founder’s, Anita Grace’s, commitment to testing the limits of both the market and her body by fucking a series of increasingly larger, numerous, and inhuman dicks until she hit the point the audience was too small to pay for the studio time. That final experiment was where Anita had met her husband, a demon with an unpronounceable name who was so massive that he could barely fit in the building, who absolutely hated performing on camera more or less ending her career.

It’s not that he had a problem with her fucking other people, jealousy being an alien concept to demons, just that she was a terrible actor. She was incapable of convincing anyone that the average demon was rocking her world when they were barely as tall as the dick waiting for her at home. That doesn’t mean she didn’t fuck others anymore, in fact she spend almost all day getting railed by one demonic performer or another but that was more like an alcoholic keeping a bottle in their desk, a maintenance dose of cock to help her focus.

Burton recognized her current assistant from the sheer number of takes he had ruined by sticking his dick in while his costar was still delivering their lines. Acting as his employer’s chair and failing to make an impression on her kidneys was apparently his last chance to stay on this side of damnation. As hard as he thrust he couldn’t distract her from her emails or even shake her voice.

“Good, Burton come in. We’re shooting Carrie’s retirement special this weekend.”

“I know, I saw it on the schedule. Depending on the number of camera I should have a continuity edit by Monday evening.”

“No you won’t. You won’t be editing it at all. Shh- wait.” She cut off his complaint. “You’re a good editor, maybe the best we’ve had, but you’ll be more useful to company if you take Carrie home Monday morning and keep her there for at least a week until she comes down. Her retirement special won’t be that special if she keeps sneaking into the back of shot… Think of as a paid vacation with a horny pornstar.”

Chapter 29: Interview: Chest Impression [M/F, Dubcon]

She had the greatest tits he had ever seen.

Not the biggest but certainly the best; any bigger and they would have risked losing their shape hanging flat over her belly, in fact he had seen plenty of tits not even as large as hers that had already lost the battle with gravity. He could almost see why his friends preferred chicks with implants which would make their tits stand ever higher and rounder, if more obviously fake, the bigger they got.

But he preferred the soft give of the real thing, he preferred breasts that could wrap around his dick, that he could sink into. And he loved it when he could see that this was all true just from the way they dressed. When a girl like this walked up in a shirt not just stretched over her tits but gaping at the buttons so he could see the outward swell of flesh above her bra his eyes were instantly drawn to her chest. He had to stare.

And he knew he had to fuck them. He had to get his hands and cum all over those tits even if he had to give her a job to do it.

He might have asked her the occasional question but he clearly wasn’t listening to the answers just letting her ramble on about whatever she wanted so he could watch her tits jiggle. It didn’t matter what she said or what was on her application, the only reference that mattered was her cupsize. The only real question was how long he would have to keep up the pretense of an interview before he could make his offer and claim his reward.

In this economy, with so many people out of work and applying for everything, it was impossible to predict just how grateful she would be to get hired. She surely would be more than happy enough to let him at her tits if that’s what it took to get the job. She might even believe him if he said it was part of the job; that she was supposed to kneel down in front of him topless, that she was supposed to let him slide his hard cock between her breasts and let him use her tits to pleasure himself until he sprayed cum into her cleavage.

That way instead of clinging to the memory of their one and only time while dreaming of doing it again he could make it part of his routine and fantasize about sending he back to work with his seed still clinging to her chest. It wasn’t about marking his territory or making her flush with embarrassment every time her top stuck to her skin, if he did it, if anyone even noticed what he really hoped for it that it would normalize things. That the girls on the staff would start to think about how offering up their own tits for his pleasure would help their own careers; long had he dreamed of having an office full of women all fighting to be the first to pleasure him each day and this could push that dream one step closer to reality.

Chapter 30: Office Sex: Tech Support [M/F, Bimbo, Mind Control?]

It was on days like this that she hated computers, all the wonders of technology were just so many empty promises when the bloody things wouldn’t work. The break downs weren’t even the worst part; she could maybe, just maybe learn to live with the flickering screen and eventual lockups if it wasn’t for the slowest, most outdated IT department she had ever heard of.

There wasn’t any automated way to report problems, which there really should be given the frequency of malfunctions, there wasn’t even any way to leave a message. Every time she called down to the basement she had to stay on hold, listening to the same track looping over and over again, until someone finally answered and she could finally tell them the obvious. Did she really have to hear some singer calling her a slut, like she didn’t already know that, for twenty plus minutes just to tell someone that her computer was stuck showing a series of dickpics? Why else would anyone call them? Couldn’t they look at the caller ID?

“Wish we could ma’am; I guess the higher ups want to keep it the way it is so people don’t fake problems to get out of work.” She rolled her eyes at the idea of going through all that hassle just to suck some nerd dick.

Of course she dropped to her knees and did just that, the sucking not the faking (she never had to fake it with a man), as soon as he walked into her cubical but that was just because he was there. If she’d really been gagging to get a cock between her lips there would have been easier way to do it; she always could have seen if her boss was busy. Or the janitor, or the copy-boy, or someone at the coffee-shop down the block.

When she was feeling generous, and it was hard not to feel generous with a fresh load of cum sliding down her throat, she almost understood why they could think that based on the speed with which she made her move, not even giving the dweeb the chance to put down his tools before attacking his fly. It wasn’t until she had drained him of all he had to give that she even had time for a greeting.

And then it was time for to start having some doubts; it wouldn’t take him long to get her system back up and running, it never seemed to take him more than a few keystrokes that she could never follow the details off, which didn’t give him much time to recover, leaving little chance that he would be ready to do anything else before he returned to his lair. If she hadn’t been so quick to suck him off she might have been able to convince him to fuck her but instead here she was trying to come up with ways to delay him in hopes she could try to seduce him later on. Hence the pathetic attempt at conversation. And the fact that she was about to do the unthinkable.

“So… do you want to get lunch? Together?” What was she doing? You didn’t ask out nerds? Sure you fucked them but you didn’t date them. “I could give you a handjob under the table.”

“Hmm, how about coffee? Give me ten minutes to put my tools away and I’ll come pick up.”

“Great!” Ten minutes was plenty of time for her to fix her makeup so he would have something to mess up. She might even get some work done.

Chapter 31: Office Sex: One Blowjob at a Time [M/F, Free Use, Dubcon]

The early morning blowjob gave way to the mid-morning blowjob which turned into the late morning blowjob that handed things off to a brutal facefucking that was supposed to satisfy her boss long enough that her mouth would be free for some sort of lunch but in reality just left her in a daze until it was time for the first post-lunch blowjob. That give way to the early-afternoon blowjob, the mid-afternoon blowjob, the late-afternoon blowjob, and finally the end of day blowjob. More often than not the last of those would turn into another facefucking in its own right.

In fact all of the various acts of oral sex by which she measured her days were turning increasingly violent. From what little she had been able to pick up over the sound of her throat being repeatedly violated things weren’t going very well with the business and her boss had a lot of frustration to work off. Especially after anytime he had to play nice with a client threatening to cancel their contract or a superior demanding that he turn things around. Hardly a call ended without him pumping at least a few strokes pass the gagging point.

Worse were the meetings that never happened, that had been canceled without anyone telling him or so last minute that he was left with an hour long block with nothing better to do than see how many times he could thrust his cock down her throat; more than once had kept her gagging long after she blacked out and it became clear that no one was going to call.

Of course all of that had become if not quite routine at least expected by the time he started working through lunch. After that she only had a few moment of rest while he grabbed a sandwich from the canteen before he was back and bending her over his desk. He wasn’t supposed to fuck her, the regular assaults on her gag reflex was already stretching the definition of fellatio she had originally agreed to, but the one time she had weakly protested through a mouthful of cum he had just switched to her ass thinking she’d been worried about getting pregnant.

If anything getting knocked up might be the best thing that could happen to her; as her boss’ hours got longer, and by extension she spent more hours at his feet with only a cock for company, she started daydreaming of ways of escaping from beneath his desk. She didn’t have time to go looking for other work, nor the skills to qualify for anything but what she was already doing so a paternity suit might be her only hope.

Surely he would pay good money to see his child taken care of, or so that he never had to see the kid at all. That’s assuming that company didn’t step in to prevent a scandal; that could lead to an even bigger pay out if it didn’t lead to pressure to get married. Marrying her boss wouldn’t be the worse thing that could happen to her, she knew plenty of assistants for whom that was the game plan, and plenty of executives for whom that was the fall back. And being married would certainly involve swallowing a lot less cum. In the fantasy where she made the transition from assistant to wife she ended up barely seeing her boss turned husband at all since he would be spending all his time at work with her replacement. Why would he want to go home to the old ball and chain when he had some young thing who hadn’t yet had the eagerness fucked out of her waiting for him at the office?

Of course that depended on her boss not already being married which was something she had somehow never learned despite the years she’d spend sucking his cock. And all these fantasies depending on his job holding out at least until she started showing. There would be little point in going to him for money after they both been turfed out; about the only thing he would have to offer her after that would many be some shelter and a chance for her body to absorb some of the frustrations of unemployment and a fruitless job search. And that’s assuming he even acknowledge the child as his.

It was entirely possible that he could use the fact that her contract didn’t extend beyond oral to deny the child and insist that somebody else had to be the father. Nobody could be, she didn’t even have time to refill her birth control let along go on a date but he could still try to paint her as a slut and turn her claim into a fight she couldn’t afford. She wouldn’t be able to pay her meager rent or her meager meals, which would have to become a lot less meager once she stopped having quite so much cum rolling around in her stomach, during the months it would take to prove the child was his.

That’s why these stayed merely fantasies. There were too many ways for things to go wrong for her to risk doing what little she could to encourage that outcome. Instead she would just take it one day, one blowjob at a time and hope that tomorrow’s news would be kinder to her jaw.

Chapter 32: Alien Sex Show: Audience Participation [M/F]

It was the first time she’d performed in front of other humans in years; most of the audience was still comfortably alien but the small cluster of Terran uniforms that had come in on the latest ship drew all her attention. Not that they need the uniforms to stand out, even on a planet like this with a mostly population humans were still very recognizable; the lack of scales, feathers, horns or a skin-tone that couldn’t be described as ‘earthy’ made them practically unique.

This uniqueness is what Hanna’s entire career as a performer depended upon. It’s what kept even locals coming back to this port side club but it shouldn’t do anything for human spacers, surely they had come looking for some blue skinned beauty and would loss interest once a girl from Ojai took the stage.

Not that she could wait to see if they would, if they’d finish their drinks and move on to the next bar, as she had a show to put on. She could start slow, stripping in a way that wouldn’t be at all out of place on Earth as the aliens in the crowd would get a thrill out of every inch of soft skin she exposed, but the point would come when she had no more clothes to take off at which she had to get to the real deal.

One lucky audience member at one of the closest tables had been given a golden ticket to join her up on stage and at her signal the DJ would hit them with a spotlight letting everyone know who’d been picked. If the human crew hadn’t left by then there was no way they would after they saw some, literally, horny lad cheered on my his friends.

In fact she knew they were still there from the glimpse she got while helping the winner up onto the stage and into the chair placed there for him. After that Hanna’s back was mostly towards the audience as worked to make the horned alien comfortable, straddling his legs and shaking tits in his face until he’d forgot that everyone could see him. That everyone could see her open his pants and pull out his hard cock. No cocks.
She didn’t have to work hard to look impressed by the reveal of his twin shafts. His wasn’t the first doubly equipped species she’d seen, she’d might have even seen his before she’d seen so many cocks on so many species it was hard to keep them all straight, but that in no way diminished his two towers of flesh. Maybe it was because she was human, maybe evolution had hardwired her brain to expect only a single dick, and one along more modest human lines at that, despite all that she had seen.

Even with two dicks to work with her next step was the same as always; she slid to her knees and started to suck him off. Objectively it couldn’t be the good of a blowjob since her priority had to be putting on a show, she had to make sure that everything she did remained visible to the audience so she could never do much more than suck on the head while she jerked him off. Still at least one table’s view would be blocked, but his friends shouldn’t be too upset about missing the dick shot.

No they would be able to see something over her shoulder, that would be her left hand sliding up and down his spare cock. They would be able to see her thumbing the end of this dick, smearing the precum that had started to flow, which had to be more interesting than watching the back of her head bob up and down. It would also give them a nice clear view of their friend’s orgasm, everyone would get to see his cum shoot out of his one dick even as she took the other half of his load in her mouth; her double equipment sparing the decision as to which direction to take the big finish.

Chapter 33: Alien Sex Show: Remote Access [Fsolo(?), Tentacles]

Notes:

Sex work is real work.

She tried here best to put on a good show, to grind and sway in an attractive way, to put off what was coming but none of the aliens lurking in the smoke swirling beyond the stage had come to see her dance. They had come to fuck her and if it weren’t for the mutual toxicity of their atmospheres they would have been on her already.

If it weren’t for the thick cylinder of glass containing her and separating them at least one of the aliens would have risked oxygen poisoning to get its hands, tentacles, or whatever on her. That would have ended badly for both of them so they should all be glad for the club’s safety features, especially Kaya who had heard one story too many about a close encounter gone wrong to complain about what she had to do for her protection.

She would happily get naked and show herself off for her unseen audience, she would even mount the dildo rising from the center of the stage. It’s what came after that which gave her pause.

Once she had done that, once the fat ridged shaft modeled after some never seen alien’s member was embedded deep inside her things would get much more complicated and hectic for her; the mechanical cock buried in her was just the beginning as more than a dozen tentacles would sprout from the floor as soon as she was anchored to one place. These segmented lengths of metal and rubber swayed and wove around her in patterns to complex to follow all the while dripping a milky fluid that made her shudder.

This liquid, which grew thicker and quicker flowing as things progressed, was not some lubricant designed to ease the serial penetrations of her mouth and anus but rather the gathered cum of her audience mixed into a noxious slurry. Kaya didn’t know the details of the collection method, whether it was just simple drains or specialized pumps working each and every member, she just knew that there was always plenty of the stuff. Every drop of which would end up in or on her.

The latter seemed to excite the crowd more; try as she might to swallow the steady flow of alien seed in between the metal tentacles’ thrusts into her throat she would fail and some of the mess would overflow her lips to splatter down onto her chest which always got a reaction. But when the tool eventually pulled out from her mouth to spray a full load’s worth onto her face they would roar.

Whether through careful programming or clever hands at some distant controls the other tentacles followed the first’s lead pulling out to paint her flesh and rub against her curves without ever leaving any of her holes empty for long. Worse was that through it all that rod filling her pussy stayed stock still, doing nothing to pleasure her or make the experience more pleasant for her, just keeping her in place against the forceful thrusts into her other two holes through the full two hours of her set.

Chapter 34: Free Use: A Mother’s Worry [M/F, Body Modification, Free Use]

Notes:

Free Use, especially of the limited variety, is one of those foundational worldbuilding fetishes I like to play around with.

When her son had first been selected to become an Alpha she’d been worried about how things would change; she’d worried about him going on a rampage, like she’d read about, depleting their bank accounts modding out everyone around him and knocking up random girls off the street but all that had really happened is that they could no longer complain about his girlfriend staying overnight. The fact that he still had a girlfriend, singular, and it was the same big nosed girl with the annoying laugh that he’d been seeing for more than a year before he got his card was proof of just how little things had changed. So why was Mona still worried.

No longer did she worry about what would happen when her nineteen year old realized that he had the keys to the kingdom. Now she worried that there might be something wrong with him. It’s not that she wanted him to transform his sister into some sort of oversexed puppy or to have him ‘borrow’ the local cheer squad for a long weekend but his failure to do anything she’d been warned about, been told to expect, not to mention any of the other horrors she could think up was enough to make her think something was off.

She wasn’t sure who she could take this concern to; the other mothers in town wouldn’t understand just calling her lucky, assuming they didn’t make some truly inappropriate suggestions, and of course she didn’t want to do anything that might attract the attention of another alpha so she was at something of a lost. In the end she called the pediatrician. Not that any of her kids were young enough to need a pediatrician but Dr. Hamilton had slowly slipped into the role of family doctor over the years happily seeing any of them they needed his help.

“I can’t help.”

“What?” She hadn’t expected the doctor to return her call himself, just a nurse confirming the appointment once it got close, and she certainly hadn’t expected him to say that. Especially before she even had a chance to go into the details of the problem.

“James is an Alpha, right? That’s a fairly new specialty that I don’t have either the training or the permission to practice; if I treat your son, outside of an emergency, I could lose my license.”

“Oh.”

“It’s not all bad news as I do have a referral for you; after making a few calls I think I’ve found the one guy on the county’s list of approved providers that’s more than just a scrip mill or mod shop.”

There were a lot fewer men in the waiting room then she’d thought for a doctor who specialized in Alphas. In fact there were none. The closest thing to one was the blonde with the bubblegum lips and the plastic everything else who might have been born a man, or just as easily had been in their nineties, before all the work was done. She was the most extreme examples but all of the women waiting had been modded in some way. All except Mona.

She had always looked down upon women with fake tits and fake noses, pitying them for feeling the need to change, but now she was the odd woman out. Now she was the one drawing the curious glances, now she was the one trying to think of some way she could camouflage her appearance, how she could try to blend in. Maybe if she had a bolder lipstick, or lightened her hair? If this is what the future looked like with the newly minted population of Alphas transforming a growing number of women into Barbie dolls it was ‘natural’ women like Mona that would attract the most attention.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait and worry about that for too long before her name was called and she was led back, not to an exam room but an office. A proper office with a desk, reference books, and plush chairs for visitors to sink into. Nothing could have reassured her more, not even the fact that the nurse that had led her there was just attractive in a ‘girl-next-door’ way.
The doctor, young but the high demand for his specialty would easily explain how he’d already built up a practice this size, entered the room almost immediately behind her. After introductions he directed her to one of those chairs, standing at the edge of the desk until she was settled.

“Ah, you don’t mind if Stacy sits in on this do you?” Stacy was apparently the name of the nurse. “This is a consultation not an exam but we both might be more comfortable with her here.”

“Of course.”

“Now this is about your son right?”

“Y-yes.” Mona tried to ignore the nurse kneeling next to the doctor and opening his pants behind the shelter of the desk. She was just going to have to get used to things like this, this was the way the world was now. At least she didn’t have to see the details. And it didn’t seem to be distracting the doctor from his notes.

“You say he’s a new Alpha and there’s been some adjustment issues? I could suggest some seminars for family members.”

“It’s not that.” She may not be able to see the details but it was still clear that the nurse had just been jerking him up to this point. “It’s James, it’s like he doesn’t believe it’s real. He’s not acting like an Alpha at all.”

“Ah, that’s a problem that will take some thought. Mmm-” He pushed the nurse’s head down on his lap. “Let’s go over some details.”

Chapter 35: Free Use: Recovery Ward [M/F, Body Modification, Hospital Sex]

“Mrs. Mills?” A doctor, or at least a dark-haired Barbie doll dressed in scrubs and a lab coat, approached her in the waiting room. “You’re Rick’s mother?”

“Yes?” He had to be okay, if he wasn’t they surely would have sent someone more serious to deliver the bad news.

“I’m his doctor and yes he’s going to be fine. And no you don’t need to worry as an essential service Alphas can’t give us any order that interferes with our ability to do our job.” Mrs. Mills thoughts must have been obvious, or more likely she wasn’t the first person to have them given that the doctor had an answer handy. “Though these do sometimes in the way.”

“Of course.” There was no need for the doctor to grab her tits to make her point.

“As I was saying your son is fine, he’s out of surgery and should be in recovery by the time we get there but…” The doctor led her down the hall past the otherwise impassable door but they still had to wait for the elevator. “Your son is an Alpha right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, good. We’ve been treating him as one and- Well the rules are different for Alphas.” Weren’t they always? “For example there aren’t really visiting hours for Alphas so you’ll be able to see him whenever you want. This is supposed to be for sexual relief so if anyone gives you a hard time just start jerking him off.”

“I don’t-” A door dings open and she was ushered into the elevator.

“But the most important thing is how the treatments change; with injuries like your son’s we want to limit his movement as much as possible, for the next couple of days anyway.” Three floors up there was another, quieter hallway. “Normally we’d just use restraints but since he’s an Alpha we’re going to keep him sedated instead. This is so he can’t order us to take off his restraints. He can’t give us any order that’ll interfere with our but unintentional self is a bit of a grey area.”

“I-I see. Oh!” Mrs. Mills had expected the IV and monitors hooked up to her son, she’d even expected the bandages and casts based on what she’d been told. The candy striper sucking him off came as something of a surprise.

“There’s also some drugs we give all Alphas. Sexual stimulants and semen boosters are mixed right into the saline bags. Other things, such as penile growth meds, are at the discretion of the attending physician. That’s me. I’ve prescribed him some since it looked like he could use it; no offense.”

“None…” She was much more concerned by the fact that she thought she could recognize the blonde head bobbing on her son’s cock. She looked a lot like her daughter’s roommate but she couldn’t be since she knew they were volunteering together… somewhere.

“I took the opportunity to give the strongest available; there’s normally not much demand for it since it makes a man’s dick grow so fast that it actually hurts so much few ever come back for the second dose the next day, but since your son won’t feel any pain I saw no reason not to have the nurses give him a shot every three hours when they check his sedation. You know it looks like there’s already been some growth just since he was first put under.” To prove this the doctor pulled the blonde’s head up giving Mrs. Mills an unwanted look at her son’s cock. It also confirmed that she was the roommate.

“Hi Mrs. Mills,” the candy striper gasped with her first good breath after her throat was clear. “Mandy’s around here somewhere if you’re looking for her.”

Chapter 36: Free Use: Clever Title [M/F, Free Use, Body Modification, Implied Incest]

Notes:

I did not, in fact, come up with a clever title.

She came home to the sound of her son fucking the babysitter. Not that he needed a babysitter, it’d been years since he really had, but as soon as he had become a newly minted Alpha he had insisted that she rehire his first crush from down the street. Since then ha had spent every afternoon jamming his cock into the girl on the couch while watching cartoons or playing video games. He would stay in that position until it was time for dinner; which would be late today since Grace had had to run errands after work.

“Hit Mom, did you get my prescriptions?” James didn’t’ quite stop fucking the girl but he did slow down, holding her on his lap with a hand over her mouth so her moans wouldn’t drown out his words.

“Yes,” she didn’t know what exactly the pills were for or why was so willing to write him prescriptions without even seeing him but she’d picked them up. “I almost didn’t, if the guy behind the counter hadn’t stopped fucking Mrs. Kwan long enough for her to vouch for me I might not have been able to. They’re really trying to crack down on non-Alphas getting this type of stuff; you’re going to have to pick-up your next refill yourself.”

“I’ll think about it. Can you get me an energy drink to take these with?”

“Sure.” She could have fought him on this, say he should get the drink himself, as he surely had throughout the day based on the empties, but he did phrase it as a request, not an order, and she was going to need his good will for when she pushed him to run his own errands out of the house.

Clearly he managed to do some things on his own as there was never a shortage of OXA cans in the fridge; apparently an energy drink marketed exclusively to Alphas she had never heard of it before her son had brought back a free-sample from his orientation and that she never saw at stores. Rumor amongst the mom groups was that it contained weaker versions of the drugs his doctor prescribed, the rumors about what those drugs were truly wild, but even if it just contained sugar and caffeine that would help keep him going. Hell the fluid content alone would be needed to make up for what was soaking into the couch.

By the time Grace got back to the living room the ‘couple’ had changed position with the girl lying face down across the cushions while James knelt behind her with his dick stuck between her ass cheeks, not actively fucking her since he was using the small of her back to count out his pills though he wasn’t being too careful since he doubled up on some. Rather absently he offered thanks when he took the cold can, downing half its contents with his handful of pills. The fact that the girl getting her asshole stretched screamed almost as soon as he swallowed lent credence to at least some of the rumors about the drugs.

“Mom, you’re going to need to ask Allie to stay overnight.”

“No, I’m not paying her overtime.” It was ridiculous that Grace was paying her at all. “You’re an Alpha, if you want her to stay so you can keep fucking her just order her to.”

“You’re right mom I am an Alpha and I’ll just have to find someone else to do after you send her home.”

Chapter 37: Local Boys: Welcoming Committee [M/F]

Notes:

There's something of tradition of stories about someone moving to a new town full of well endowed, highly sexual locals, and I decided to play around with that without worrying about the reason why.

The welcoming committee’s cocks bobbed around her, their dark, veiny lengths being the only thing she could see. No, that wasn’t true, she could have looked up at the ring of faces but why would she want to? There was nothing special about their faces, or the clothes they were still mostly wearing. It was below the waist that they stood out. It was the rich, musky scent wafting from their groins that made her think that maybe being moved halfway across the country wasn’t so bad.

There was nothing else to recommend the town; no clubs, no theaters, only one bar. There wasn’t even a main drag, just small a cluster of shops without a recognizable chain. It wasn’t until the final approach, when the van slowed as they neared the new house that she saw the people, or rather their bulges, and her heart started to beat faster.

But then she had to wait, help with the unloading and at least some of the unpacking before she could go out exploring to discover if what she had seen was real or just some strange town wide prank designed to make visitors think they had stumbled onto paradise. It didn’t take her long to find that it really was true, that the locals were as well equipped as they looked even if the rest of them were nothing to write home about. Which was now barely more than a block away from the park in which she now knelt.

Not only were they well hung but they were also all gentlemen; once she had introduced herself, explained that she was new to town, they’d all been more than happy to satisfy her curiosity giving her a long moment to just drink in the glory of them all. If anything they gave her too long, long enough for her to become a little self-conscious. Long enough for her to start worry about what would happen next, what she could do that wouldn’t make her look like either a slut or tease.

Thankfully she was saved from her indecision when a boy to her left took hold of her head and turned her towards him. She didn’t have to be told or prodded to open her mouth, her lips parting for his cock as soon as it was presented but the same size that had made her so excited meant she didn’t open wide enough.

His fat cockhead pressed against her teeth halting its process until he hooked a thumb into her mouth and forced her jaw a little wider making her feel the ache even before his shaft slid past her teeth. She wasn’t at her limit, not quite, but without a warm up there was strain on her joint which should have been enough to tell her that he would also put a strain on her throat once he reached it.

Just as expected she gagged when he hit the back of her mouth only for the sound to be almost instantly cut off as his girth completely blocked her airway. The muscles of her throat still convulsed but they had to do so while compressed by the largest dick she had ever seen which limited their effectiveness.

There wouldn’t be anything wrong with just letting him use her, fucking her face and throat however he wanted, if it weren’t for all the other lads standing around them. She should reach out and start jerking off at least two of dicks so politely put on offer but she couldn’t even reach up to help the one closest to her, stroking the portion of his shaft that hadn’t yet made it past her lips as the strength was quickly leaving her body thanks to her inability to breathe. She was barely able to raise her hands high enough to hang them from his waistband before her vision darkened and she went limp.

Chapter 38: Local Boys: Offline Entertainment [M/F Noncon to Dubcon, Incest]

The internet was down.

Allison was old enough to remember when the internet was a relatively new thing and therefore knew that an outage was not the end of the world. Of course that was an opinion that she had formed before television, radio, and most games even, oddly, single-player ones had all become dependent on the same digital network. More recent experience had taught her to hope that this was just a momentary dropout, that her cooking show would restart before she heard the parade of feet coming up from the basement.

“Mom, the internet’s down.”

“I know.”

Before Tim could offer the next part of that perfectly normal exchange he was pushed aside by his friends, all of whom had pulled out their cocks before they had made it up the stairs. The local boys, even the apparent runts her son hung out with, all dwarfed him so there was little he could do but let them at her. And there was little she could do to stop their strong hands from pinning her down and tearing the loose sweats from her body.

She had tried fighting the first time, after they had made a show out of discounting all other possible sources of entertainment before making their intentions clear, but all her struggles did next to nothing to slow them down. In fact they’d been delayed more by the debate over who would get to go where since despite their best efforts there was no way they could jam two dicks as thick as beer cans in any of her holes. Anymore it seemed like they’d worked that out, just like they’d dealt with any pretense of finding an alternative, before reaching her so the spares were ready to stand to the side, slowly stroking their large cocks and maybe groping her body while they waited their turn.

So well practiced were their plans and experienced their hands that there was nothing for her to do but go limp and let them manipulate her into whatever position they wanted. And to hope that the five boys wouldn’t cycle through too many times before they were done. In theory she could call the police after they left; she even tried that once only finding herself passed from patrolman, to detective, to chief each of which felt the need to reenact her entire report. And each of which helped to confirm the runt status of Tim’s friends.

The doctor they’d handed her off to, who’s idea of an exam seemed to consist solely of seeing how long he could keep his cock jammed down her throat before she passed out, could find nothing physically wrong with her so her failure to enjoy the experience had to be psychological in nature. There might be some truth to that as during her second week of therapy she’d admitted, between gasps as the therapist rode her ass, that what was really holding her back was the presence of her son. It seemed that every time she felt herself on the verge of giving into the moment, that every time she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm barreling towards her there would be a break in the balls slapping against her face just long enough for her to catch a glimpse of Tim on the other side of the room watching it all go down. That was always more than enough to bring the reality of the situation crashing back down around her.

Her therapist, after rounding up a couple of colleagues to give her more experience handling double and triple penetration, suggested a number of things she could try to get over this hiccup the least objectionable of which was visiting the boys in their homes when she knew her son wouldn’t be around. She hadn’t been able to work up the courage to do so as she far too clearly remembered all the boys complaints about being pushed around and bullied by their fathers and ‘big’ brothers.

“Hey Tiny,” the group’s leader speaking from his place at her pussy obviously took relish in being able to call somebody else that, “if anyone else was going to fit in here it’s going to be you.” Any ambiguity as to what he meant by ‘here’ was cleared up by him working his thumb in alongside his shaft.

Having sex with her son had been one of the suggestions that she had been most vehemently opposed to but here like in the office her mouth was too full for her to make objection clear; all she could do was grunt and thrash until she heard the comforting sound of Tim turning him down. “Aaa, I don’t know.”

“Come on, get in here, it wouldn’t be right if we had all the fun.” Her son continued to demur as he was moved around into position, in fact he never did actually agree his words just turned to moans as he finally made his penetration. As much as she disliked the idea of incest she had to admit there were advantages to the current setup; it moved her son out of her line of sight, and his soft grunts and pathetic twitches were easy to ignore compared to the local boys’ more powerful thrusts.

“Oh Tiny, if we stayed the night do you think your mom would drive us to school in the morning?” That grunt could have been meant as assent. “Good. The first one to finish has to call our moms.”

“Fuck!” the one at her mouth grunted and picked up speed as he got to enjoy the benefits of having her finally happily moaning around his cock. “That’s gonna be me.”

Chapter 39: Adult Daycare [Femdom, Edging]

The daycare was on the third floor, took up almost the entire back half which was an awful lot of floor space to give up, especially so low that they could have rented it out, but family was important. The fact that it was there was one of the things company did, along with the gym and health plan, to win its employees’ loyalty. Having some place where the women could leave their husbands or boyfriends while they worked secure in the knowledge that their men would be safe. That their men would not be preyed on by strange women or even stranger ideas of independence.

Having this place inside the building had its own value. Not only did this do away with the stop somewhere else on the way in or the way home, making it much easier to justify coming in early or leaving late, but it made it possible to stop in during the day. If they had the time, and they called ahead, there was nothing stopping any of the women in the building from taking the elevator down and seeing their man, to nurse them, or jerk them, or just have them close for a little while. There were rooms set aside for that so as to not over excite the boys not getting visited and they were the reason you called ahead.

If there wasn’t room or an employee didn’t have time to visit they could always watch the men via the internal network. There were cameras covering almost every part of the daycare; no matter what a man was doing, edging, training, or pretending to work like the women that owned them, they could be found on screen. Even women who didn’t have a man there could watch the daycare feed.

It was not uncommon at all to see a group of secretaries gathered around a screen aahing over just how cute the men looked in their suits pretending to make calls or sort files all while clearly befuddled by their hardons. There wasn’t a man who did not get lost from time to time going silent or stacking paper the wrong way around as they fought the urge to do the one thing none of them were allowed to do; touch themselves.

While some women may have let their men mindlessly masturbate whenever not otherwise engaged but the daycare had to be more uniform. Chaos would reign if only a few men were allowed to jerk off so none of them were. Even the regular edging sessions were hands off, being performed by staff via the careful application of vibrators. If any man did break the rules, did get caught touching himself got to spend the rest of the day in cage. Repeat offenders would get locked in a soon as they arrived.

These men received special attention both from the daycare staff and those up stairs. Some of this was surely do to their rebellious nature, whether the women saw it as attractive or wanted to see it broken, but a lot had to do with their lack of pants. These men had to leave their lower halves bare so that their cages could be easily checked, so that the staff could verify at a glance that the construction of plastic and metal that kept their penises from ever reaching full size hadn’t been tampered with. These cages didn’t come off even during edging adding another flavor to their squirming.

Chapter 40: Free Use: The Crate [Free Use, Incest, M/F, Dubcon?]

Janet recognized the crate as soon as the deliverymen rolled it in; she’d spent seventy-two hours in one just like it before her wedding and there were two more in the garage left over from their last trip as a family. Her familiarity with the product meant she could tell the box was occupied just from the soft thrum of the electric motor and whir of the fan inside even before she checked the panel.

She had expected to see her ex-husband’s name, that this would be yet another thing he’d ordered before abandoning her and his old life for a younger one across the country. Only the crate wasn’t yet another for her to forward but rather it was addressed to her son; she couldn’t think of when or more importantly why he would have ordered anything like this. Nor could she imagine why he would have sprung for the biometric lock but that meant she couldn’t open it for him. He had never had a problem with her opening his packages before, neither had his father, but this time she had to leave it humming away in the living room waiting for him to get home while she tried to go about her day.

“Urrgh!” She must have been more successful in finding distractions than she’d thought not hearing her son come home, through the door or into the kitchen, until he was pushing his dick into her from behind. If nothing else decades of married life should have tuned her to the sound of zipper well enough to keep her from being taken by surprised and yet she was. “Hon-ey Ther-e’s a pac-kage for you.”

“I know,” he didn’t have any of the problems talking she did even though he was doing all the work, “it’s for class.” By class he meant the night-school program for new alphas he’d been enrolled in.

“D-don’t you want to o-pen it?” As he found his rhythm it became easier for her to speak and breathe but she still needed to brace herself on the counter against the pounding. “She’d been in there all day.”

“Longer than that.” That’s the last thing he had to say on the matter. He hadn’t been an alpha long, his twelve week training course had barely started, but he was already developing routines. One of which was fucking her as hard as he could first thing after work and he wasn’t going to lest a package stop him; any attempt on her part to start a conversation or divert his attention just earned a grunt and an increase in speed almost as if her ability to speak proved he wasn’t working hard enough.

“Come on, mom.” By the time he had pumped his load into her and pulled out her legs could barely support her so she could come quickly instead wobbling from counter to fridge to table, holding onto each in turn. There was no conveniently placed furniture to lean on in the living room forcing her to slide along the wall until she reached the crate. The journey took her long enough that he had already disabled the lock and was pulling the two-part cover off the base.

As soon as he had broken the seal on the soundproofing the room was filled with the whir of machines and the moans of the girl they were fucking. A petite Asian girl was knelt in a metal framework that locked her and various device in place. Janet expected to see the large vibrator buzzing away against the girl’s clit, they had had those back in her day, nor were the pair of dildos working in and out of the girl’s pussy and ass that shocking, the crates her ex had bought to take their daughters in to check out colleges had those. No what threw her was the third dildo pistoning in and out of the girl’s throat to a depth only possible because her head had been bent back giving it a straight path; every crate Janet had ever been in or seen before this had left the head as the one part of the body free to move.

“Hey, mom,” while she had been taking all this in, and idly wondering what role the headset that had replaced the blindfold she was familiar with played, her son had been reading a flyer pinned to the inside of the crate’s cover, “this unit comes with a breast pump. Not that she need it.” As if to prove his point he pinched on the nipples on the dark haired girl’s otherwise flat chest making her entire body convulse in orgasm. 

“Is all this really necessary?” Janet wasn’t just talking about how he continued to twist the sensitive nubs of flesh trying to repeat the reaction.

“Of course it is; the instructor got us all a blank, or flat, canvas to see what we do with it. If they had tits or ass or a prior relationship it might influence what we did to her; I don’t think any of the ones he ordered even speak English… Oh, I’m sorry mom but since I’ll be focused on the project I’ll have to push modding you back.”

Chapter 41: A Mother’s Duty: Book Club [Free Use, Incest, M/F]

Like any good mother would Jasmine knew how to take care of her son’s needs even without him saying anything; all he had to do walk up and tap her on the cheek with his dick and she would open up. Even in the middle of book club the reaction was almost automatic, she barely bothered finishing a word, let alone her sentence, before offering her mouth to serve. If anything she was happy for the chance to show off just how dutiful she was.

It might have been nice if he weren’t quite so rough; if he didn’t stretch out her shirt in his eagerness to maul her tits, if he didn’t tip her head back and fuck her throat so hard that her own gagging was all she could hear. She might not have been able to take part in the conversation while her son’s balls were slapping against her face but she still would have liked to listen to it.

Sometimes she thought about encouraging him to start dating, the others mothers talked about how hard it was for their daughters to find anyone to go out with, but that idea never lasted long. It was clear that he wasn’t ready to get serious with anyone, he still put his lust before all else even her need to breathe and she still clearly remembered being a young single mother, and didn’t want to but any other girl in that position, so she did her part. She’d swallow all his cum and hoped she wouldn’t black out for too long after he was done.

***

The other women in the group stopped talking to watch Jasmine twitch and slip into unconsciousness. It wasn’t the first time, there had been a short pause when the young man had first walked in and thrust his cock between his mother’s lips, but for the most party they had tried to maintain a level of stilted normalcy up to the very end when they all leaned in rapped attention almost as if they could hear the cum being pumped down their host’s throat.

This hushed silence held until long after he had pulled out and wiped his dick off on his mother’s face, after he walked off to the back of the house just as naked as he had been when he’d walked in. It wasn’t until the second person on couch slid over to check on the cum splattered form did someone speak. “She’s well out of it.”

By prior agreement it was Ruth who stood in response to this all-clear. The first time the boy had walked in stroking his cock the women had mostly tried to ignore him and left him to spend his lust on his mother in peace just as they would have for any other parent taking care of their child but something told them that he wanted them to watch. The way he kept his eyes locked on them while pistoning his cock into his mother’s mouth told them that he wished it was one of them he was fucking. And the way he dumped his entire load onto her face told them that he wanted them see just how much cum he could pump out.

After that display of virility the group spent so long fighting over who’d get the first shot at reliving their youth with the boy that they’d missed their chance, for that first week anyway, as Jasmine came to before they could work it out. By the time the next week’s meeting rolled around they’d worked out not just that they’d take turns but in what order so there’d be no delay in following him away. Of course after that second week, after it became clear the women in the group all wanted a shot at him, he put on less of a show focusing instead on fucking his mother into the deepest of stupors so there’d be more time for whatever lucky woman followed him to the bathroom that week.

“I’m glad it’s you.” Ruth was sure he said that to every woman when they took their turn but that didn’t stop her flushing when she heard him. Even if he didn’t mean it showed that he thought enough of her to warmed her up with a little flattery and foreplay, not that she needed it having spend the month since her last turn dreaming of this like some schoolgirl before her first date.

Before he could waste more words she dropped to her knees in front of him kissing his cock like the precious thing it was, working her lips and tongue along his length cutting through the coat of spit and cum that hadn’t yet had a chance to dry. She spent long minutes worshiping him building up to when she would finally take him into her mouth.

“Enough of that.” He stopped her at the last possible moment pushing her mouth back; she knew what he wanted, what he always wanted, from her and she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t going to give it to him though she did bite her lip as if there were any doubt. If she hadn’t been prepared to let him fuck her she wouldn’t have worn a skirt to give him easy access, nor would she have skipped panties to make the access even easier.

“Alright, but don’t tell anyone about this,” she said as she always did when pulled up her skirt while trying not to think about how every other woman dressed for their week.

Chapter 42: Big Swinging Dick [M/F, Cock Growth, Size Kink]

Dan was the big swinging dick around the office.

Not metaphorically, he was just the gofer barely a step above the interns stuck in the copy room, but literally. He had a large, veiny shaft that couldn’t be contained by slacks, any attempt to do so just ended in pain and burst seams hence the swinging. While his superiors and co-workers were willing, even eager to see what he had on display there was still a dress code so every day after arriving at work he had to change into a pair of khakis that had their zipper removed creating a hole through which he hung.

He did this in my personal office since I already arrived early to unlock, and this gave him a hint of privacy and me the first look at what the weekend had done. Dan was still growing; every day brought a little more thickness, a little more length but it was hard to track unless you had a little distance which is what made Mondays so special. That’s when I got to watch him stip off the sweatpants he wore for his commute and could awed once more by just how close to his knees his cockhead got. Oh god, it had reached them. It was a little hard to tell with the way it bounced as he dealt with his clothes but I stared at the purple head long enough to be sure.

“Thanks for letting me do this here.” A quick wave of embarrassment washed over me when he spoke. He didn’t mind us looking but still I pulled my eyes away and instead focused on my coffee cup wondering how close it came to matching his girth.

“No problem.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Ah,” I tried not to watch as he made final adjustments but the stray twitch that couldn’t be linked to the tucking in his shirt drew my attention, “some more coffee.”

“Sure thing.” Giving him my cup gave me an excuse to watch him turn and walk away looking for a glimpse of his cock between his legs.

More than an hour later Dan still hadn’t returned so I went looking for him. I mean my coffee. Crossing the open floor I could follow his trail, seeing that he had been stopped at least twice on his way judging by the fresh cum soaking into the stained carpet outside cubicles. But I didn’t see him. That could mean that he had been pulled into one of the offices around the outside walls but it was much more likely that he had gotten trapped in the breakroom so I wasn’t at all surprised to see him there.

“Sorry about your, eh, coffee.” Dan grunted as the secretary sucking his cock forced more of his shaft down her throat trying to make him focus on her and not my quest for caffeine.

“Don’t worry about it, these things happen.” Judging by the amount of cum splashed on the woman’s front, the floors, counters, and my red cup it had happened more than once since he’d made it this far. “Just remember I need you for a client meeting at eleven-thirty.”

“I’ll be, be there.” He was surprisingly well composed even as he started to cum making the secretary (Was her name Janet?) choke on the flood.

“If anyone gives you trouble tell them they’d have to answer to me.” I could rinse off my cup before filling it. Or just let the cum mix with my coffee adding a little salty spice. That sounded like a plan. “You might want to come by my office a little early. To change into clean clothes that is.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Chapter 43: Quarantine: Personal Protective Equipment [Incest?, M/F]

Notes:

When I have a batch of stories all on a common theme, say four all set during a quarantine, is it better to post them all at once or one at a time over the course of a weak?

She wasn’t being nosy, it’s just that condoms weren’t considered essential items so they were getting a little hard to get a hold of. She was just looking to make sure her son was at least fucking his girlfriend in the ass so they wouldn’t need one. Elisa preferred it when he fucked the girl’s face, when he held her head in his lap and jerked it up and down on his dick like she was little more than a toy; it was rougher on the girl but there wasn’t the ambiguity of him pinning her face down and attacking her from behind

Looking back to her own dating days Elisa would have thought her son would have jumped at the excuse for anal but he seemed to be all about the pussy. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d walked past his room only to see him plugging away between his girlfriend’s legs.  That’s why she had forced them to move to the living room, not so she could watch them like he said, but so she could make sure they weren’t tapping into the limited supply of rubbers.

It wouldn’t be so bad if there was some other birth control in use, or if he wasn’t so diligent about using protection on hand but he seemed more concerned about unwanted pregnancies than anyone else so Elisa was still finding tied up balloons of cum in the wastebasket. She had to come up with reasons to walk through the room to check on the couple. More than once she had to pretend to search the couch cushions for some lost item in order to get close enough to see if her boy was using the wrong hole. They always offered to move for her, to help her look, which would make it more than clear which hole he’d been fucking by gape and leakage but the couple was putting up with enough disruption to their lives, just being cooped up in an apartment with her for weeks on end.

No, she would make her interruption as short as possible, pretend to find, or not find, whatever she’d been looking for before going back to her own room trying not to think too hard about what she had seen. Tried not to think about her son’s cock when she got the dildo out from the bottom drawer of her dresser, tried not to imagine that she was the girl getting reamed in the living room while teasing her backdoor with the toy; all without any luck.

Chapter 44: Quarantine: Porn Shoot [M/F]

“Are you sure about this?”

“You offered to help didn’t you? Just stay quiet and keep the camera on me.” He had offered, when the quarantine had turned his weekend visit into an indefinite stay crashing on his big sister’s couch it only made sense for him to help out. He just didn’t expect that helping Jessie’s roommate with her job would involve filming her in the shower. “Ready?”

Not sure how much he could say without being yelled at for talking Reed Stuck to a ‘Hrrm’ as his answer. Apparently that was good enough for her since she took off her robe and tossed it out of shot behind him. He tried to focus on something other than the sudden nudity and making sure the camera tracked her movement into the shower helped. Noticing the artificiality of it all, how she had wet down her hair before he got there and how now she was careful to keep her face out of the stream to protect her makeup, helped even more. He might not have had much experience with women but he was pretty sure fresh lipstick and eyeshadow weren’t normally put on before a shower.

The inefficient way she went about washing also couldn’t be normal, pouring soap down her body like she was trying to give him, or more likely the camera a show. That created the first dilemma; instinct told him to zoom in so he could more closely follow the glow of suds over her breasts and down her stomach, that’s what he would want to see if he were watching the video, but he wasn’t sure that would count as keeping the camera on ‘her’. It would be safest to keep her face in frame as long as it was towards him. Maybe if she turned away he could indulge his impulses.

A couple of minutes after it started she noticed him in a very fake act of surprise. He wouldn’t have believed her ineffectual attempt to cover herself even if had just walked in on her. If she had been truly concerned with modesty she wouldn’t have wasted time turning off the water before putting her hands near her pussy and nipples.

“What are you doing?” Her voice did not hold any of the shock it should have. “Don’t you ever knock?” Over-dramatically she looked aroudn the bathroom as if the towel might have been hiding another spy. “Well, since you’re here.”

Stepping out of the shower her hips swung much more than when she was getting cereal but that must just be part of the act; everything she was doing was for the benefit of the camera so why not the way she walked. She stopped as soon as she got close enough to force him to tilt the camera down the slightest bit to keep her in frame. She could have gotten closer, even without getting close enough to press her body against his, but she seemed to know which angles worked best. She knew how to stand, hot to twist her torso to put her breasts on display, and how to rock her body to give an almost subliminal wobble to her nipples.

Thankfully he could keep both them and her face in frame as she bit her lip and reached towards him. She didn’t actually touch him; just stroked the air with her fingertips, but the illusion would work on screen so she didn’t have to make contact until she sunk to her knees. She went down smoothly, closing the distance between them without seeming to so that her hands were hooked over his belt bu the time he panned that far down.

Letting his own legs enter the frame might be crossing a line, showing too much of himself, but he didn’t really have a choice once she started rubbing her cheek against his groin. It was clear she was making him part of the show even before she started to undo his buckle. The awkwardness that followed was the most realistic thing to happened since he started filming; it clearly took her longer than she had planned to pull his belt out of all the loops so she could get to his fly and, once through that, she had to with his underwear.

Performers in professionally produced porn never had that problem; they never struggled to pull down their partner’s clothes. Nor were they, after all that effort, ever confronted with a cock anything less than fully erect. Reed had been so focused on filming the show that he hadn’t been enjoying it so he was at less than half mast when he was finally exposed. She still cooed over it, acted like it was some achievement to get a semi when presented with a naked woman. She then worked to finish the job of getting him hard before she started on a blowjob.

It wasn’t a very good one, the constant stopping and teasing might look good on camera but in practice it was at best frustrating. It came close to actually being boring during some of the longer pauses which wasn’t something he had ever thought having a pretty girl stroking his cock could be and yet he found his mind wandering to what else he could be doing, not even anything sexual, before she got serious. Once she took him in her mouth and started sucking and bobbing he wasn’t going to last long, it had been a while, nor could he keep from letting out a groan and ‘fuck’ when he finally came.

Her face clouded with anger, and then his cum, as she pulled back in the middle of his orgasm. “Really? I told you to be quiet… We’ll have to do another take.”

Chapter 45: Quarantine: Training [Fsolo, Mental Conditioning]

Not all jobs could be done from home. As a secretary there were things, figuring out which emails really were a priority or following up with other departments, Lily could do but acting as an interface between her boss and the world wasn’t really practical when they were on opposite sides of town. She could have ended up with a lot of dead time on her hands, hours when she was supposedly working with nothing to do, or worse the company could have decided to lay her and the other assistants off until things returned to normal. Thankfully training saved her from either fate. Someone in HR had realized that the quarantine and its reduced workload created the perfect opportunity to run employees through every video seminar and virtual classroom the company had ever paid for.

That is why, after the hour or so it took her to do her real work, she would spend most of each day locked in the guestroom staring at a screen. And wearing headphones, she couldn’t forget the headphones. She had first gotten them for the lectures but they stayed on after she discovered that the texts and quizzes all had a backing track she couldn’t turn off; the headphones meant she could listen to them without disturbing her husband in the next room. It wasn’t all bad, they let her make her rare calls with a little more privacy and she was starting to like the music, it also helped to keep her motivated when she struggled with a test.

Even with her head tilted all the way back she struggled to swallow the dildo couriered over as a study aide. It was significantly longer and thicker than any penis she’d seen in real life and despite first impressions the floppiness that let it be coiled up in the delivery box did not make it any easier to force down her throat. Today she was only supposed to reach blue, the second of the colored bands meant to mark her progress but she could still see it blurred at the very bottom of her vision meaning she had maybe three inches left to go. What made her failure even more embarrassing is the fact she knew her boss could see her through the webcam.

He may not have been watching in real time but every training session was recorded for later review by interested parties in management which included but wasn’t limited to the head of HR, the training supervisor, and her direct superior; they all got to see if she could strip seductively then put herself back together at speed, if she could take accurate dictation while masturbating, and if she had properly place the vibrators before each typing test. At the moment they would all see her fail to swallow cock on command despite the encouraging chorus in the headphones telling her she could do it. She would have to work harder, a slightly less common refrain, though trying to force it down just made her choke.

If she pulled out a couple of inches before plunging them back in it at least felt like she was making progress. And if she worked the rubber in and out fast enough she might be able to slip some of it past the spasming of her throat. By the time she was pistoning the dildo into and through her mouth with enough speed and power to be sure she’d reached her goal black spots were forming before her eyes and a sick ‘gurking’ filling the air.

“Honey? Are you okay?” The instant she heard her husband’s voice on the other side of the door she froze, unfortunately at the bottom of her stroke which made her gag much more than the earlier self-fucking. That just increased his concern and the likelihood that he would try to get into the part of the apartment she’d claimed as her office risking an accidental exposure to trade secrets. That was an unforgivable corporate sin that she was duty bound to prevent, on pain of termination, so she had to yank the dildo out working hand over hand to get the training aide out of her throat as fast as possible. As smooth as the rubber was, it still pulled an incredible amount of spit up with it that she had to cough out, mostly onto her chest, before she could speak.

“I’m fine,” she croaked having to cough again before her throat was clear enough for her to sound somewhat normal. “Coffee went down the wrong pipe.”

“Are you sure?” He hadn’t opened the door yet so she didn’t have to explain the state of her shirt or why she had a sex toy in her hands.

“Yeah, I just need a minute.” By sound alone you wouldn’t know that she had just been deep throating anything.

“If you’re sure… I was thinking of making lunch soon, does that sound good to you?”

“Give me thirty minutes to finish up here and I’ll join you.” Thirty minutes would give her enough time to clean up and lock away anything her husband wasn’t supposed to see. She might even be able to change her top without him noticing but she wasn’t done yet; upon visual inspection she saw that she’d barely gotten the near edge of the blue wet, even with all her effort and the near disaster she still had an inch of that color to go. Looking at her schedule she figured she could maybe squeeze in an hour of practice by doubling up with the vibes that afternoon before the next test. It would be worth it to be the best trained secretary when they returned to the office.

Chapter 46: Day One [M/F, Group Sex]

Notes:

Sex work is real work.

It started out well enough.

The first men that came for her in the small room were relatively gentle and patient with her. They placed her onto the padded waist-high bench and then stood around her with their hard members hanging out, giving her the chance to take the lead. Not that it took her long to do so it being her job, the reason she came to this planet. She started with the smallest, the least intimidating of them, taking him into her hand and stroking his shaft while he stroked her hair.

The other men shifted around impatiently so she took the first one into her mouth in hopes of speeding him up. She didn’t insert him all the way, just sucking and licking the head so it wasn’t too bad, him not being that large. The other men started to fondle her flesh, her breasts, her thighs but the gentle hand on her hair kept her calm.

One of the groping hands slipped between her legs, a finger sliding across her sex. Against her better judgment she moaned around the cock in her mouth as the now wet finger pushed into her. The first finger was joined by a second that flexed within her exploring her limits before retreating.

The hand with the two wet fingers grabbed her hip, up in the air as she laid on her side, pulled her ass to the edge of the bench and, by extension, her mouth off the dick she was sucking. Any questions she had as to why were quickly answered as a hard shaft was forced into her. At the same time the man she had been sucking decided to finish himself off with by hand shooting his load across her face, only a very small amount making it into her gasping mouth.

He was replaced with a new man who was less gentle and much less clean. This new man grabbed her head and forced his cock between her lips, quickly fucking her face. One of the hands she used in an attempt to control his pace was grabbed by his neighbor who filled the palm with his own member.

The man at her quim came inside her with a small groan and then quickly made room for the next in line. At almost the same time the one at her other end stopped in mid stroke, holding her as close to his body as possible cumming straight down her throat and then pulling out. The man that had been jacking himself off with her hand let her cough her airways clear before taking his own place in her mouth.

And so it continued.

For hours the miners moved through her room, using her. Long after she lost the strength to either fight or help they came, manhandling and repositioning her body to serve their desires. Their aggression growing in proportion to the cum coating her skin. When the warning buzzer sounded the last two sped up, hoping to finish before they had to leave. The one in her pussy pulled out and pushed his wet cock into her tender anus, him not being the first to have the idea, using the extra tightness to quickly reach climax.

The one in her mouth, on the other hand, wasn’t able to make it having to tuck his hard and slick cock into his pants when the ten second buzzer sounded. He barely made it out of the door before the sprinklers mounted in the ceiling turned, spraying a mixture of water and cleanser to wash away the sweat and cum.

She barely had the will and muscle control left to roll over on the vinyl covered bench so the water could wash both sides of her body but she managed not wanting to spend the night with cum drying in her hair. After the wash ended she was given a moment to drip dry before a side door opened and an older woman walked in carrying a covered tray.

“Not bad for your first day,” the woman placed the tray next to her head on the bench. “Now eat up dear, you’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”

Chapter 47: Always Greener [Futanari, Futa/F, Incest]

She shouldn’t be jealous, she knew that.

This is her sister we’re talking about. Sure she had made some new friends, joined the popular crowd, got to be a cheerleader and wear their uniform with its small but all important differences from what everyone else had to wear. None of that mattered, none of that was a reason to be jealous. But they’re sisters, twins damn it.

Why one and not the other? Why Emma? Why not her? She was going to find out.

The plan was simple; corner a cheerleader while she was alone and demand answers. It wasn’t a very detailed plan but it’s all Ella really needed. If only she could find one straying from the herd.

Her chance came at the end of the day when she spotted one of the ditzier blondes coming out of the nurse’s office. The way she was limping suggests she had tripped over something, probably her own feet, spraining or twisting something the nurse didn’t feel was worth bandaging up. She was easy enough for Ella to catch as she limped along with one hand on the wall for support.

“Alright what’s going on?” The ditz stared at her confusedly after noting the lack of any obvious activity in the hall.

“What…?”

“Why Emma? What did you… What did she..” She should have spent some time thinking about the questions in advance. “Why did you make Emma a cheerleader?”

“Emma,” the blonde smiled and broke into a fit of giggles. “We all think Emma is great.”

“But why?” Ella wanted to shake the girl, intimidate her somehow but even wearing the tallest heels the uniform code would allow she was shorter the ditz in her sneakers.

“Because she’s special,” the blonde’s voice had an almost sing-song quality.

“But how!?” Ella found herself yelling.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Then come along.” The ditz took Ella arm and leaned on her as she led her to the classroom the cheerleader had taken over for their after school meetings. Confronted with the assembled squad, including her sister, sitting on top of the desks Ella felt her confidence wane. “She wants to know what makes Emma special.”

“Really,”the Captain slunk off her desk and over to take take Ella from the ditz, “then we’ll just have to show her.”

“I don’t-” Emma’s words were cut off by the Captain.

“No, no she clearly went to a lot of trouble to find out,” sarcasm dripped from the Captain’s lips as she led Ella towards her sister being held in place on her by a squad mate sharing her desk. “If she wants to know we should show her.”

“What?” Forced to her knees Ella watched as her sister’s skirt was lifted to reveal the cotton of her underwear stretched over a… a… “A pee-pee!”

“A pee-pee?” The whole squad laughed. “No dear this,” the Captain reached out and stroked the girl through her panties with her fingertips, “is a cock and a very good one too.”

“That’s… is that why…?”

“To truly understand you’ll have to try it yourself.” The Captain let her stroking fingers drift up past the wet cockhead to pull down the waistband.

“She’s my sister,” the twins said together both sort of breath and turned on despite themselves.

“Don’t think of her as your sister,” the Captain directed her comments only at the kneeling Ella as she pulled the panties past Emma’s knees so her legs could be spread again by the girl behind her. “Think of her as the most delicious cock you’ll ever find. Now open up.”

Ella found herself doing so, her eyes locked on the pussy and cock dripping onto the desk in front of her, as the sisters were pushed together. It took two of the captain’s hands, one in Ella’s hair the other on Emma’s cock, to keep them lined up. The girl-cock slid easily and smoothly past Ella’s lips filling her mouth perfectly, it’s like they were made for each other.

Using two hands the Captain moved Ella’s head back and forth, fucking her mouth with her sister’s cock. Emma moaning above her she was so focused on how right this felt that she didn’t notice the change in guiding hands. On each stroke the cockhead just tickled her throat as her nose touched her sister’s skin.

The raise of excited noises filling the room and the increase in pace should have warned Ella, prepared her for what was coming but she was too innocent to know what they meant. In an instant Ella’s mouth was filled as her sister pushed her back her cock twitching, shooting long strings of cum to cover her face and mix with what ran from her lips.

“You know,” the Captain, now kneeling behind Ella, said reaching under her skirt to stroke her thighs, “I Think this girl here would make a good addition to the team.”

Emma’s cock twitched in agreement.

Chapter 48: Square Peg [Noncorporeal Lover]

Alice didn’t know why she bothered with the striptease.

It wasn’t just that he had seen it all before, that he was there every day in the corner of the room watching her. Or that she truly believed that he loved her for her mind nor her body. He didn’t even have a body, he was just a shadow crawling uo the wall, she wasn’t sure ‘he’ was even the right word, but she loved him and wanted to give him a show.

He may not care that she stopped on the way home to buy lingerie but she did. She liked the way red satin looked against her skin. She liked the feel of doing something special. That’s why she swayed and danced to nonexistent music drawing out the process of undressing. She pulled up the hem of her dress revealing her thighs or a hint of her rear before letting it fall again. She repeated this tease again and again but never lifted the line above her waist. Instead she pulled a strap off her shoulder then the other so that only her own curves were holding up the dress.

After that every twist, every shimmy threatened to be the one that would break the dam, that would make the thin, shift like dress she wore in public fall. Sadly when it happened it didn’t do so in one smooth movement; the loops still over her arms caught on her elbows arresting the fall above her belly button. A little extra twist freed first one arm and then the other so she could pull her dress down the rest of the way; there was no point in waiting for it to drop on its own when she could make pushing it down and bending over to step out part of the show.

Next to come off was her underwear. Once more she pulled off the shoulder straps creating a situation where one hand was needed to pin her bra in place covering her chest while she dealt with the hooks. That let her control when she revealed her breasts. And when to take off her panties leaving nothing between her and him but her own hesitation.

He knew her well enough not to move until she was ready for him; he waited until she had laid back on the bed, unnecessarily opening her legs to receive him, and made up her mind whether she wanted her eyes open or closed before approaching. At least that’s what it looked like to Alice as the shadow didn’t start its slide across the floor until she had settled in. She lost track of him when he reached the base of the bed so she didn’t know where or when he was going to reappear until he did covering her hand as soon as he popped over the mattress’ edge.

She could still see her hand, see her fingers wiggle, through the infinitely thin shadow that made up his form but she couldn’t feel it. Not really, there was a distant sensation, a tingling like running her fingers through a cloud of stars, but it wouldn’t feel real until her body was completely covered. Once he had enshrouded her head, had subsumed her whole form she would lose all track of time and the world outside her skin free to float inside the ocean of her lover.

Chapter 49: Tako Night [Tentacles, Noncon to Dubcon]

Morning was coming.

Alice could see the rising sun’s glow crawl across the ceiling washing out the light leaking from the open fridge door and making a welcome change; for hours that had been all she could look at, the cold unmoving triangle cutting across the room until it was burned into her brain. Even when she closed her eyes she saw it, at least until it was washed away by the soft pink of dawn. In that new light she could believe that last night wasn’t real, just some sort of strange dream only it wasn’t.

As soon as she shifted the littlest bit, tried to make the first move to get off the floor the tentacles wrapped around her waist and legs tightened, holding her in place. That wasn’t that it hurt, or even that the things were that strong, no what paralyzed her was how good it felt, how the feathered edges of each limbs never stopped moving, playing over her skin like a million tiny tongues. On their own they didn’t cover that much ground and where they touched would quickly go numb but any movement on her part would expose whole new swathes of skin to the sensations.

That one incautious action of hers opened her up to a wave of pleasure that made her writhe, whether away from or towards it she wasn’t sure, keeping the tentacles sliding all over her and bringing the night back into sharp relief. She had spent hours like this, twitching and moaning as the unseen creature in her fridge pushed her body to its limits. More than once this thing that treated her sex no different than any other part of the body had made her cum, made her scream though neither it nor her neighbors ever seemed to notice. Instead it kept going, playing on her hypersensitive nerves and tender bits until she was wrung out and lay limp in its embrace.

Not that it stopped even then just that then she was too weak and tired to really feel what it was doing. Then her mind would wander; she’d wonder what her neighbors thought of the noises coming from her apartment, did they imagine that she was getting it on with her boyfriend, that she had a boyfriend to get it on with or that could make her scream like that. Other times, normally when she was on the verge of passing out, she would think back to how the evening had started, how she had slipped into the kitchen in her nightclothes to get drink. How she had had to crack the fridge open for light since the super had yet to fix the one in the ceiling. And how the mass of tentacles had grabbed her once her back was turned.

She didn’t know where they had come from. In the first panicked moments, before her first orgasm, as she was pulled off her feet she saw the pink tangle sticking out of the fridge. That didn’t make any sense, not just because there had been nothing like that, anything quite so pink or living, in there when she’d put in her leftovers just hours earlier, but because the mass was able to make its exit without moving the door in the slightest. The pink fringed tendrils were able to slip over and twine through each other without disturbing anything but Alice and her sanity.

She could feel the will to fight it slipping away; almost immediately she found it to be fruitless to try to kick or pull the tentacles away, or even out of her panties, they were just too strong and too hard to get a hold on, but she could still resist. She could try to think of something else, anything else than how good it felt, how easy it would be to let the thing take over and make her cum again and again. This resistance didn’t stop things, just slowed things down, making the gaps between orgasms longer, kept her on edge longer, while providing no more than a moral victory.

Alice was too tired for all that now. She didn’t have the energy left to fight it, to think about the people in the apartments all around her getting ready for their days or to fantasize about one of them coming to her rescue. She didn’t even have the energy left to cum; wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and yet no climax ever came. This is so much worse than last night.

Chapter 50: In the Park: Human Pets [F/F, M/F]

Alice strained against her harness excited to get going, to get off her lead and run free. The afternoons her master took her down to the park were the highlight of her week; they were certainly better than the days he left her at home with nothing but a dildo to suck, and infinitely better than the days he left her in her cage even after he got home. Those days she would only watch him, smell him moving about the apartment whimpering whenever he was close.

But those were other days, bad days, today was a good day. Today she would get to feel the grass beneath her, feel the wind raise goosebumps and the sun warm them away. Today was also the day she got to see her friends. She didn’t know their names, except for Mary the big redhead who acted like a den mother to everyone in the run, but that didn’t make her any less happy to see them. That didn’t stop her from trying to rush off to hug them as soon as she saw them only to be brought up short by her leash.

Alice whined and pulled to no affect, her master just smiled and if anything walked a little slower; he liked making her wait whether for his cock, his cum, or the chance to get off the paved walkway. She could have worn shoes like her master, she had a few pair sitting on a shelf with her toys, but she didn’t like them. The harness binding her below and between her breasts to which her leash was attached was already more clothes than he liked so she was reluctant to put on any more. Not to mention how the spiked heels would have dug into the dirt once she was inside the fenced in area.

She was close enough to touch the fence but had yet to reach the gate when her master stopped to talk to another master sitting on a bench overlooking the run. She didn’t know what they were talking about and she didn’t care, only half listening to hear her name or any commands directed at her, but she was sure the conversation could have waited. They were just steps away from the run’s entrance, from the stump Mary sat on stroking herself as she watched the younger girls chasing each other around ready to stop any fight that sprung up. It would take a few more steps to take Alice to the clumps of girls who had collapsed together equally flushed from the exertion of their earlier run and their arousal.

That’s where Alice wanted to get, to the slowly building orgy under the sun, to the chance to taste a pussy other than her own. And directly, not off a toy or her master’s cock. It would also be nice to get her pussy licked, especially by the girl with all the tattoos and the always changing hair. She had many a piercing which made her fun to make out with, to bite her lip, pinch her nipples, and play with all the places where hard metal mixed with soft flesh.

“Alice.” Her master gave a tug on her leash to get her attention. “Let’s get you in there.”

Chapter 51: In the School Bathroom [Futanari, Cock Growth]

This was not the best place to be doing this but she couldn’t wait. Normally she would have waited until she got home to do something like this but normally she wouldn’t have this type of problem. Between classes she had ducked into the girls’ room hoping it wouldn’t be too crowded but fate had been against her all week.

The three girls conferencing at the mirror silent, staring daggers at her as she hurried towards the rearmost stall. She tried to put their conversation, which had picked up again with a decidedly snarky tone once she had latched the door, out of mind as she focused on her own problem.

By bending over slightly she was able to tuck the hem of her skirt under her chin keeping it clear while she examined the mess her… growth made. There was so much of the white stuff sticking her panties to her skin as she peeled them off that she was surprised, though very thankful, that none of it had dripped out in the hall. Now that she had disrupted the balance this changed heavy drops of the liquid fell to the floor while the thing sprung up, its most recent growth spurt having snapped the tape that she had used to tie it down along with filling her underwear.

She discarded the wet cloth, not wanting it touching her any longer than necessary, before sitting down on the closed toilet the thing jutting out from between her legs. When it had first started she had thought that it was just her clitoris swelling, becoming more sensitive but as it continued she knew it was something else. Looking at it now it looked like, well like a dick; five fleshy inches rose from above her slit covered in and leaking what, given its phallic nature, she had to call sperm.

She didn’t know why it was happening but she did know when; whenever she was even the slightest bit turned on it would harden and swell, softening without shrinking afterwards. After the first day this swelling was accompanied by a spurt of fluid from its end and shock of pleasure both of which has grown to panty soiling, orgasmic levels respectively. What had set her off this time was the flash of her teacher’s thigh she got during the history lecture, something that normally wouldn’t have affected her but that was before.

Now she should have known better than to offer it any stimulation but the desire to probe the changes was too strong. With one finger she peeled back the skin that covered the bell shaped glans so that she could clearly see the details of the changes. It has definitely grown larger today, swelling further under her touch, the opening that had formed on its end dilating and weeping a thinner variety of fluid in time with her pulse.

Walking her fingertips along the shaft, well lubricated by the wash of sperm, she felt the skin slide over the hardening core. Wanting to feel this better she wrapped her fingers around the shaft sliding them up faster and faster as the pleasure built.

Not wanting the girls still chatting at the sinks to hear anything inappropriate she bit her lip, breathing hard through her nose. Harder and harder she pumped her enlarging shaft its twitching length reaching almost six inches before she came.

Unrestricted this time the thick, pearly fluid shot high before coming splashing down on her chest. Sliding forward shifted the angle of the shots so that they no longer soaked her shirt but rather fell on her face and into her now open mouth. For the first time since she started to change she tasted her own cum; she had smelled it and touched it, explored its texture but now it landed on her tongue.

The taste was not what she expected, sweeter than what logic or the smell would suggest. Its candy like quality compelled her to scoop up two thick finger fulls of cum during the aftermath sucking them clean like a child with brownie batter only to realize that the room outside the stall had fallen silent.

Chapter 52: Overstuffed [M/F]

Alice couldn’t move.

She could but she didn’t want to, she wanted to just sit on the couch and cradle her swollen belly. She couldn’t believe how big it had gotten. Just this morning it had been flat and smooth, if not exactly toned; now though it bulged out beyond her tits. Once she had sat down it was easier to spread her legs and marvel at just how far skin could stretch, how every treat her boyfriend and his family offered her just added to the volume.

She hadn’t meant it to happen, and she didn’t think they meant it to either it just sort of got away from her. The first time the offer was made, by Doug’s father, she accepted out of politeness only for it to turn out that she liked it. She liked it a lot. Everyone could see the look of clear bliss on her face so they made a point of offering her more and more. After that there had barely been a moment of the day when her mouth had been empty.

Not until things started to wind down and the family started cleaning up. That was when Alice moved to the couch, that was when a wave of embarrassment washed over her. She couldn’t wait until Doug was done helping his mother in the kitchen and was ready to take her home. Once that happened no one would offer her anything else and she wouldn’t have to see if she had the willpower to turn them down.

“Hon, do you have room for a little more?”

“What? No, I, I-” Alice had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t heard Doug come up until he spoke and she started answering before she looked. Once she had, once she saw that he had his cock out again, that somehow it was hard again, that after all the loads he had pumped down her throat he still leaked precum. She didn’t think she could suck another cock, she didn’t think she could swallow any more cum, but she knew she couldn’t say no. “Always.”

Chapter 53: Magical Girl Retirement [M/F]

Notes:

Please read the end note.

“You’re firing me!?” Marci couldn’t believe it. “I don’t believe it.”

“We’re not firing you, you are being retired.” The-cat-next-door looked at her with quiet dignity just as comfortable now lounging in the window of the treehouse they used as a meeting place as it had been a decade ago when this all started. Marci could not say the same having to basically crawl to move around or even make it through the door. “You’ll get a pension.”

“A pension? You don’t even pay me.”

“It is felt that you are no longer the beacon of innocence you were when you first took up the duty of protector.” As always The-cat-next-door ignored any discussion of reward and instead focused on duty.

“Is this an age thing? You could have warned me that I was going to age out. I could have planned for it, I could have applied to real school out of town. Maybe gotten an apartment that wasn’t over my mother’s garage.”

“It’s not a question of age.”

“Then what?”

“Your behavior.”

“My behavior? What’s wrong with my behavior? When have I ever failed to step up? To come to someone’s aid? I missed my prom.”

“It’s not. It’s, ehm,” The-cat-next-door sighed, “you had sex.”

“I have not.”

“In fact you have. On more than one occasion.” The-cat-next-door hopped down and padded over to a cranny from which it pulled a notebook and a pair of reading glasses. “On May 5th you gave Derek Miller a handjob.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“You repeated the act on the 7th and on the 8th, this time with his friend Zac.”

“Have you been watching me?”

“We always watch you. On the 10th you gave Derek a blowjob; you did that three more times that week before moving on to Zac.”

“Still doesn’t count.”

“There’s no need to enumerate every instance of that sort of behavior only to say that there was a lot of it.” The-cat-next-door flipped pages. “A lot. With both boys, and sometimes together. The council especially didn’t like it when you did it in uniform. What should be noted is when did anal with Derek on the 17th of July.”

“It was his birthday.”

“Even if we were willing to overlook the earlier sex acts, which we aren’t, that would be the final straw.”

“Non of that is sex.”

“I believe it is, it’s called ‘anal sex’ is it not?”

“That’s just want it’s called. Sex is what you do to make a baby, none of those things can make a baby so they’re not sex. At least that’s what Derek says.”

“Maybe you are still an innocent.”

Notes:

How chapters can I post to this before the index becomes obnoxious to scroll through?

At the time of writing there are 52 “scenes” in this collection of ‘Scenes of a Smutty Nature’ which is enough to read one a week for a full year and the first of the potential end points I’ve imagined for this.

I see three ways I could go from here:
A) Create a ‘Scenes of a Smutty Nature Volume 2’ for the next batch of scenes,
B) Move a number of stories to a new thematic anthology (futanari, shortstacks, or tentacles being the most likely) to free up space here.
Or C) Pretend I never said any of this and continue as I have been. At least until the next break point.

I’m just going to leave this here and see if I get any feedback.

*For the record the others are: 100 chapters, 365 chapters, 40,000 words total (SFWA’s threshold for a novel), and whatever AO3’s character limit.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Anthologies