Codes: F-solo,
MMFF, pregnant, dubious biochemistry Summary: Welcome to the cutting-edge biotech department at Otterburg College, where an experimental birth control pill has some unexpected side-effects. |
Although Otterburg is known nationwide for our Liberal Arts programs, we have our scientific side, too! The recently-endowed Karen Mittelwitz Center for Biotechnology is a multi-million dollar facility available to our students in Geology, Chemistry and the Life Sciences. With grants from state and federal agencies, our faculty are conducting original research in new medicines and biotechnology- and you could be too! "The opportunity to learn by participating in cutting edge medical research was the major reason I chose Otterburg," -Mike McPherson, Junior in Biology Juli was the first girl Emily had ever met who watched porn. Not that Emily was a prude, she had lost her virginity in high school and experimented with drugs from time to time. But she was still shocked to find a cache of X-rated DVD's among her new roommates' moving boxes. Juli was unabashed and even offered to let her borrow some if she wanted! At the time, Emily wondered if she would regret renting an apartment with a stranger she met on Facebook. Still, it had to be better than spending one more year in the dorms.... After the early
moving
day
awkwardness
passed, however, Emily was surprised at how well she got along with
Juli. The
other girl liked to party and had a remarkably foul mouth, but
was not, as Emily had often assumed of such girls, shallow or slutty.
She worked hard on her coursework and had
been with her
boyfriend for two years. As the year progressed, the
roommates hung
out often, talking after class: "How long has it been again?" Juli asked, taking another sip off her Captain and Coke. The two of them were sitting in the living room, ignoring the TV as they chatted. "Almost three months," Emily had met her new boyfriend through Juli. Jessie had been roommates with Juli's beau their freshman year. Super cute, he was a consummate gentleman. At the moment, however, he was being too much of a gentleman. "And he still hasn't made a move," "Do you think he's a virgin?" "I doubt it, but he's playing it really slow," "Three months and no sex!?" "Not even a heavy make-out session," Emily sighed. "Wow," Juli placed her hand on her roommate's thigh in a consolatory gesture, then laughed and quickly pulled it back. "Whoops! I should be careful, I might set you off!" Emily laughed too and lifted her C-cups as she arched her back. She dropped her voice half an octave and raised her eyebrow in mock arousal. "How are YOU doing?" Both girls dissolved into giggles. "Seriously, girl," Juli wiped her eyes, "If I were you, I'd just grab him by the dick and drag him to bed," "No way!" "Maybe you're the one being too shy," "Okay, change of subject," Emily threw up her hands and grabbed her drink from the coffee table. "It's Friday night, what are we doing?" "Well...," Juli winked. "I hear that there's been some 'extra-credit' work going on in the chem lab, we could call Mike and maybe go dancing," "Really?," Mike McPherson was Juli's boyfriend, and, although he didn't do drugs, he was interested enough in the theoretical framework of their synthesis that he hung out with those who did. He was kind of a nerd, if a hunky one, and Emily had only see him drink once- when he had a pint of Guinness on his twenty-first birthday. As for the extra-credit work, it was an open secret that the chemistry building was the source of much of the campus' recreational drugs. Mike had recounted stories he'd heard about thousands of doses of LSD and MDMA being produced by some of his own professors during the late eighties. Juli called her boyfriend, and (for a paltry sum, if they knew what things like this cost outside the Otterburg bubble) he arrived that evening with a thumbnail-sized bag containing two unmarked pills. Warning them not to go out on an empty stomach, he had also picked up Chinese food. Juli rolled her eyes and told him not to be such a worrier, and Emily's heart fluttered jealously. "You going to come out with us?" Juli asked. "I don't think I'll be able to," Mike shook his head. "I'm buried up to my neck in research papers that I need to read and annotate for Professor Delfin," Professor Delfin was a demanding biochemistry genius who picked her best students to work on projects with actual pharmaceutical companies. This year, Emily had heard that they were working on a new generation of birth control pills for some conglomerate with a German sounding name. Juli started to whine, but Mike just shook his head and turned to Emily. "Give me a call if you girls need a ride anywhere, keep an eye on her and don't let anyone drive, okay?" "No problem," Emily assured him. Juli kissed her boyfriend good bye, then walked over to the apartment's kitchenette and returned with two glasses of orange juice. The girls each took their dose and waited on the couch for the effects to kick in. An hour later, they were still waiting.... "You feeling anything?" Emily lifted her heavy eyelids and peered over at her roommate, who was draped over the couch. "Not a fucking thing. You?" "Nope," "Fuck it," Juli stretched and sat up. "You still want to go to a bar?" "Actually, I think this shit is just making me tired," Emily punctuated her sentence with a long yawn. "I'm
with you," Juli
called Mike and told him that the E was a dud and that they weren't
going out, and the two girls retired to their rooms early. Emily had very weird dreams that night. Tossing and turning in a shallow sleep, she tried to hang onto transitory, phantom impressions. Erotic and disturbing, they slipped out of the grasp of her consciousness like oiled bodies. The young woman tried to grasp them, wanting to remember. The vague thoughts and images scattered, however, as soon as she opened her eyes. Her vision was obscured by the three giant lumps between her neck and her feet. In the foreground stood a pair of mountainous breasts, easily twice the size of the pair she had gone to bed with the night before. Even working against gravity, they had stretched her white cotton tee into a see-through sling. It was the mass behind those strange mammaries, however, that reduced them to mere foothills. Emily's stomach had grown- her skin stretched so tight over her giant belly that it glistened. Bending her knees, Emily looked like she was about to give birth to twin hippos! "Juullllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!" Trying to pull her panties up over an ass that was significantly plumper than she remembered, Emily bunny hopped out of her room and down the hallway, her swollen tits bouncing free of their cotton confines. She threw open the door to Juli's room, where she saw her very, very pregnant roommate barfing in the garbage can. Looking at each other, the coeds' eyes grew as big as their tummies, and Emily started to scream. "How did this happen?" After a period of hyperventilation, the two girls sat on the floor of Juli's room, hugging each other's bloated bodies. Emily kept having to tug at the bottom of her tee-shirt, as the slightest movement caused her boobs to pop out. "It must be that E, or whatever it was we took last night," Juli started frantically searching for her phone through the dirty clothes on the floor. "We have to call Mike," Emily crawled to the nightstand and retrieved Juli's iPhone. That little bit of effort having somehow exhausted her, she handed the phone to her roommate and leaned against the wall, half-listening to Juli's hysterical conversation: "That fucking E made us pregnant!... No shit- I know that doesn't make any sense... Oh yeah!? Why don't you tell that to my beach ball sized uterus!! ... I am NOT walking around campus like this!!!... Okay. Fine. Hurry!" Emily opened her eyes again and saw Juli searching for any article of clothing that wouldn't look ridiculous stretched over her suddenly distended midsection. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, she had to squeeze her breasts into an old tank top like putting on a wet suit. "Any good news?" "Mike thinks he knows what's going on. He's going to pick me up and take me to see Dr. Delfin, she'll know what to do," "Oh," "Are you going to be okay here alone for a little while?" "Well," Emily pulled her shirt back down over her nipples. "I'm certainly not going anywhere looking like this," When Mike arrived, Emily hid in the master bathroom, listening to Juli and him through the door. After her roommate had finished yelling at him, he started slowly explaining the situation, most of which was over Emily's head. After about twenty minutes, Juli knocked on the door. "Did you get all that, Em?" "Not really," Emily wiped her eyes. She didn't even really know why she had started crying. "Are we going to be okay?" "You two are going to be just fine," Mike's voice, deep and reassuring, helped calm the young woman. "What you took was probably some experimental birth control chemicals that still have some, um, unfortunate side-effects," "No shit," "If anyone can help us, it's Professor Delfin," Juli said. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" "Yes," Emily nodded and looked around the larger master bathroom. "If you don't mind, I'll probably just soak in your tub for a while anyway," "Go ahead, we'll be back soon," Only after she heard Juli and Mike leave did Emily have the courage to take off what remained of her clothes. Looking down at the points standing tall atop her humongous new boobs, they seemed longer than before, and her puffy nipples looked like suction cups attached to a pair of cantelopes. Below them was only belly, a three-foot hemisphere of taut skin. Emily realized that her navel had been turned inside out. A part of her wondered if this was all the drug or whether this was what she would look like when she became pregnant for real. A long bath with some lavender bath oil helped soothe the young woman's nerves. With difficulty, Emily hauled her bloated body out of the tub, sloshing half the water on to the floor. Toweling herself off, she began to realize what else Mike had meant by "undesirable side-effects": her hormones were raging and, although they kept it warm in the apartment, her nipples were rock hard. "Fuck it!" After a third attempt to wrap a towel around her distended belly, Emily threw the scrap of terrycloth over the back of the toilet and waddled out of the bathroom naked. By the time she reached the apartment's kitchen, she was crying uncontrollably for no reason. Some left-over Chinese noodles and a half jar of pickles mysteriously helped Emily feel better. Her stomach, however, was not the only organ in her body demanding the immediate satisfaction of its needs. Three months without sex and she was starved for physical contact. Her staccato heart continued pumping whatever chemicals Mike and his classmates had manufactured in the bowels of the Chemistry building, filling her cheeks with a semi-synthetic hormonal blush. When she reluctantly looked away from the pickle jar, Emily realized that her right hand was rubbing her pussy. "Way to keep you composure, slut," the young woman chided herself, feeling guilty. Squeezing herself out of the kitchenette, Emily's bladder suddenly joined the rest of her body in open revolt. She barely made it back to the master bathroom. Once again leaving her shirt and panties laying next to the tub, Emily walked through her roommate's bedroom naked. Before she made it to the hallway, however, her eyes were distracted by Juli's nightstand. The bottom drawer was slightly ajar, and she could see that it was stuffed with movies and toys. Emily picked up the first DVD she grabbed blindly. There was a woman on the cover, a huge, still dripping cock hanging next to her open mouth. There were globs of semen hanging from her chin and falling on her massive, silicone tits. Turning the box over, she examined the collage of actresses engaged in several variations of fellatio. Emily's lower parts cringed, but not unpleasantly. She had started giving blow jobs to boys in high school as a substitute for sex, and eventually realized that she was turned out by performing oral sex. Once, she had let the boy that would eventually take her virginity fuck her tits, and the sensation of his warm seed on her chest had made her feel dirty and sexy. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small silver bullet in the corner of the drawer. Emily hesitated for a second. Juli would understand, she thought. After all, it was her idea to buy E from some stupid grad student anyway. Emily grabbed the vibrator and walked over to the television/DVD player combo on Juli's dresser, across the room from the bed. She put the movie, "Blow-time at the Apollo," into the player and hit play. Nervously rubbing her skin over her swollen womb, Emily skipped the credits and found the scene from the cover, which started with the blonde actress kneeling between two well-hung men. The woman began stroking one, then the other, and then winked at the camera before swallowing an entire half-foot of manhood. "Oh shit," steading herself with one hand on the dresser, Emily shifted her weight and began rubbing the head of the silver bullet in slow circles around her lower lips. Her hormone soaked mind was reacting to the images on screen in a way she never would have otherwise. After the metal cylinder had absorbed her body heat, she pressed the dildo into herself, moaning as the fullness between her hips pervaded her whole being. The scene ended and Emily, sweaty and panting, watched another woman, a tanned Asian, begin teasing another man reclined on a pool chair. A high pitched buzzing from inside her, alerted Emily to the fact that she had somehow switched the power on. Pulling the vibrator out, she started moving it in tight circles around her magic button. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, og ghod ogho ohggdo!!!" Still bracing herself against the dresser, Emily's whole body was resonating in tune with her clit. She shook, her pregnancy fat quaked and with a throat-rumbling growl, she rode the silver bullet express to heaven. "Are you done?" Crashing back to earth, Emily twisted her head around towards the door. Juli was leaned against the frame, shielding her eyes with her hand. "Shit! Shit, shit, shit," slamming the power button on the TV, Emily flung the still dancing vibrator across the room, where it knocked over a lamp. She looked around and, her entire body turning red, covered herself with her hands. "Don't worry about it," Juli waddled into the room, picked up the vibrator and deftly turned it off before depositing it in the nightstand. She rubbed her own belly and sighed. "I jumped Mike's bones twice in the Chemistry building," "Did you find out some way to fix us?" Emily figited nervously as she stood naked in her roommate's room. "Professor Delfin was very helpful," Juli sat down on the side of the bed and Emily, embarrassed, joined her. "She said the drug should be out of our systems in a day or two," "A day or two?" Emily looked down at her well-rounded body and started to shake. "I'm stuck like this all weekend?" "Just be glad we don't have any exams Monday," Juli peeled off her top like skinning a grape. "All we can do is wait for the drug to wear off and try not to fuck ourselves silly in the process," Emily couldn't help but compare the ways their bodies had reacted to the super-hormone. Unlike her, Juli's breasts had nearly tripled in size, although the rest of her body had not lost its lean angles. Her stomach dropped out and down, more of a teardrop shape than her own bulky hemisphere. When next Emily's eyes wandered north of her roommate's neck, Juli looked bemused. "You know... you don't have to leave," Juli said as she lifted her butt and pulled her sweatpants down her legs. Suddenly, they were both naked. "Yes! Yes, I do!" Emily jumped up and shuffled out of the room. Her hands quickly covered her ass as Juli whistled a cat call. She ran to her room and shut the door behind her. Searching through her clothes hamper, Emily busied herself finding something that would fit over her new body. There was no way either her jeans or her drawstring pajama bottoms were going to to circumnavigate her new waistline, so she reluctantly pulled up her bikini bottoms from last year's Spring Break. She still felt nearly naked, but at least it covered her pubes, and at least half of her preggo butt. Thinking about her protruding upper half, Emily grabbed the XXL sleep shirt she had never returned to her ex-boyfriend. It reached past her bellybutton and draped over the lower curve of her belly, although the Otterburg school seal on the front was stretched out of shape across her massive mammaries. Stretching out on her mattress, Emily took five deep breaths. She could hear the bedsprings in Juli's room creaking, accompanied by a steady, electric hum. Juli's bloated breasts filled the blackness behind her eyelids. What had she meant? Was Juli bi? Emily felt her nipples pushing against the cotton stretched across her front. She imagined the boy whose old t-shirt was wrapped around her chest like a bear hug. As she felt his hands on her hips again, Emily slipped both hands down her bikini bottoms. Just ten minutes ago, Emily realized, she had been thinking much more clearly. Looking down to where her arms disappeared under the swell of her womb, the young woman sighed and removed her hands from her crotch. She had no intention of sitting around and masturbating for forty eight hours. She just needed to do something to keep her mind occupied. Picking up a paperback, she tried reading, but abandoned the effort when she realized none of the characters in her head were wearing clothes. Huffing and puffing, Emily hauled herself off her mattress and decided to just watch some television. "In National news today, the President announced...," the midday newscast was on the local NBC affiliate and Emily recognized Gordon Stone, the handsome anchorman that Juli had a crush on. Normally, she didn't understand what the other girl was so infatuated with, but now her sex-soaked body responded immediately to the square jawed older man. Setting down the remote, Emily closed her eyes and felt his strong hands lifting her shirt over her pregnant belly, gently rubbing her bare skin. Of course, his attention was drawn to her enormous boobs, which seemed more sensitive as he caressed them and pulled her shirt over her head. After several minutes of mammary manipulation, Emily groaned and pulled off her bikini bottoms and tossed them at the TV. Lost in her fantasy, she felt the anchorman's fingers enter her, his thumb circling her stiff clit frantically. "You should have told me Gordon was on!" Juli walked into the living room naked, pulling on her bright red nipples. "Nnnnnnnnnn,!" This wasn't fair! Emily was so close, release just on her fingertips. She didn't stop. Juli sat down on the other side of the couch, and Emily kept fucking herself with one hand as she squeezed her tit with the other. Soon both girls were squirming and screaming and leaving wet spots below them on the cushions. "You're... bald down there?" After they had both finished, Emily glanced over at the opposite end of the couch, where Juli slouched, legs spread, in post-orgasmic repose. Her hairless pussy was blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry! I don't know why I'm staring at it," "Probably because you're as fucking brain-dead horny as I am right now," Never one to be embarrassed, Juli opened her knees wider and traced a fingertip around her pink lips. "It's not for everyone, but you should try it," "I think I've dealt with enough bodily changes enough for one weekend," Emily sighed, rubbed her recently doubled endowments. "Maybe after...," "Fuck!" Juli's teasing fingertip had given way to the start of another round. "That's it! I'm calling Mike," "That sounds like a great idea," Emily breathed, then noticed Juli's arched eyebrow. "I mean, for you... to... you two... to... you know," "Oh, I know," Juli's smile widened as her eyes narrowed. She started texting furiously. "What are you doing?" Emily had seen her roommate smile that way only a few times, and knew that it meant trouble. "Juli!" "Nothing," After she had closed her phone, Juli returned her hand to her pussy and closed her eyes. "I just told him to invite Jessie over," "No!" "Come on, Emily, you know you wouldn't have said no, even before," "But, he can't see me like this," Emily was hyperventilating, "All bloated and slutty and fat and..." "...and hot and ready to go," Juli finished. "You've been wanting this relationship to go to the next level for months, now you have an opportunity for the two of you to spend a weekend getting sweaty and you start freaking out," "But," "But, nothing," Juli struggled to her feet and offered a hand to help her roommate off the couch. "Let's get you all prettied up," "Okay," Emily
looked
down at her pink and pregnant body and realized that she was naked in
her living room again. Covering her crotch with a throw
pillow, she followed Juli, who strode so confidently nude through the
apartment that Emily wondered what her roommate wore (or didn't wear)
when she was at class. The two girls decided to combine their wardrobes to have a better chance of creating an outfit that would fit over their inflated curves. Juli lent Emily a cute green skirt that matched the top of a camouflage-print bikini that Emily had never had the courage to wear. Given Emily's taller legs, however, the skirt left nothing to the imagination, although the elastic waistband did accommodate her distended belly. With difficulty, they were able to tie the swimsuit top around her back. The triangular fabric patches that had seemed bold, but not obscene, in the dressing room, now barely covered her puffy nipples. "Well, this is a little better," Somehow feeling more naked, Emily slipped on a diaphanous, white peasant blouse and fastened the middle button. The effect only further emphasized her boobs and belly. "You look so sexy," Juli reached over and adjusted Emily's blouse, pulling it over the roundness of her chest as much as the fabric would allow. Emily felt the back of Juli's hand brush the inside of her breast and fought an overwhelming urge to shove her tongue down her roommate's mouth and hump her leg. Juli must have noticed the struggle, because she grinned and moved her hand to Emily's distended midsection. "Juli, please stop," But as she pushed her roommate away, Emily felt a large breast fill her hand. She looked over at the digital clock on Juli's nightstand. It had been all of eighteen minutes since her last orgasm. "I'm not into girls," "Yet," Juli smiled and kissed her. Lips and bellies pressed together, the two girls swapped saliva hungrily. Juli pulled back and removed Emily's hand from her boob and returned it to her. "But tomorrow's Sunday, and the boys are going to be busy watching football all day...," "Probably," Emily looked back at the clock. Twenty four minutes. Thinking about football helped, athletic buns in tight pants, but as she watched Juli stretch a long sleeved pink shirt over her body to the point of translucence, Emily started to wonder about the cheerleaders as well. Mercifully, Juli's phone sang, announcing the arrival of the boys. "Do you want to get that?" Juli grinned, pulling up a pair of workout shorts that now hid almost nothing of her more robust hips, thighs and butt. "No! I... I..." Emily covered her cleavage with both hands and looked down the hallway, mortified. "I'll... be in my room!" "I'll send him in," her roommate winked and started waddling towards the door as she heard Mike's key in the lock. Emily, moving as fast as her bloated belly would allow, scampered into her bed and pulled the sheets over her body. After a minute, she heard a knock at her door. "Emily?" It was Jessie. "Can I come in?" "I guess," "How are you doing?" Jessie was tall and lanky, with a mop of sandy curls and a boyish face that always got him carded when the four of them went out to clubs. Between her clenched thighs, Emily's stiff clit tingled when she saw him. "Okay," From the open door, they could hear the springs of Juli's bed screaming. "They certainly don't waste any time, do they?" Jessie laughed nervously. "Nope," "So, do you look like... Juli?" Emily nodded silently, and slowly pulled the covers away. When Jessie saw her new boobs, his eyes had to widen to take them all in. Encouraged, Emily rolled on her side and let the blanket fall to the floor. "Wow," Jessie's ears were bright red. "Do you feel all right?" "Well," Emily smiled weakly. "My back and feet are killing me," "Here, let me help you," Jessie pulled a chair next to the bed and put Emily's legs in his lap. With firm and practiced moves, he began soothing her aching feet. These foot massages, however fantastic, were as far as they had ever gotten. Emily sighed and looked down to where Jessie's hands were working their magic. She realized that her knees had come apart, and her boyfriend now had an unobstructed view up her skirt. Rather than be embarrassed, however, Emily's body began to react to the curly haired boy's interested gaze. Reluctantly, she drew her feet back and started shifting her weight forward. After removing her blouse and bra, she began the process of sliding her butt off the bed and getting on her knees. Any hope she had of doing all this in a sexy, seductive manner were shattered as her bloated uterus pressed down on her small intestine. "Sorry!" Emily said, red faced. "Don't worry about it," Jessie laughed and brushed her bangs back. Emily didn't know if it was an effect of her drug-boosted libido, but Jessie felt huge in her mouth. And she felt hot and dirty, a knocked up slut blowing a guy in her bedroom. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of her bloated breasts as her lips and tongue wrapped around Jessie's cock. "Shit!" Jessie grunted and his leg was twitching, and Emily was years away, remembering her first. Remembering how she felt watching his seed dripping down her chest. She immediately removed Jessie's dick from her mouth and nestled it, slick with saliva, between her engorged and sensitive tits. "Oh, my God!" "Call me names," Emily's brain stem, brined for hours in a bath of pharmaceutically engineered hormones, was passing messages straight to her mouth. "Call me names and fuck my tits," "Dirty whore!" Jessie's slick dick slipped from her cleavage, and Emily replaced it, using both hands to squeeze her plump breasts around the shaft. Emily grunted and licked a salty drop from his tip. "You preggo slut," Jessie said as Emily began to rock back and forth with his dick between her breasts. "You just couldn't get enough cock," Emily jigged her chest wildly, causing Jessie to explode between her breasts. She squealed in surprise, however, as a warm glob smacked her in the face. The rest oozed onto her chest and squished in her cleavage as she settled her bloated body back onto the bed. "Wow," Emily wiped off her face, then cleaned her hand on the pillow. She looked down at her sticky chest and her stiff, purple nipples. The taboo of her actions was making her heart race, which only pumped synthetic hormones throughout her flushed and sweaty body, out to the very tips of her toes. As her fingers crept through her dark and tangled thatch, she looked down at Jessie's deflated manhood. "So, when you going to be good to go again?" "Really?" "Come on," she thought of something they could do while Jessie regained his vigor. She struggled to her feet again, then grabbed Jessie's hand and started towards the door. Her loins clenched as she walked into the hallway, half naked and covered in dried cum, dragging a pants-less boy to the bathroom. "I'm a dirty girl, and I need somebody to clean me up," "Oh, I see now," When they got to the small hallway bathroom, Jessie stood behind Emily and kissed her neck as he moistened a hand towel. The hypersensitive young woman gasped as he ran the cool, damp terrycloth across her chest. He gave her pregnant melons a gentle, but thorough washing, lifting each one to scrub every sweaty crevice. She was getting weak in the knees, and he was getting stiff elsewhere. Before Emily could figure out how to bend her distended midsection over the sink, the two heard a chorus of unmistakable, cheesy synthesized music down the hall. "Let's go," Emily reached down and wrapped her fingers around Jessie's manhood before leading him out of the bathroom. Juli and Mike were sitting in front of the TV, completely naked, and Mike's hands were rubbing's Juli's distended belly as she softly responded to his kisses. On screen, a rail-thin brunette was being filled from both ends. Emily felt several of her openings tingle. "We thought we'd take advantage of the big screen," Juli said, completely unabashed. "Mind if we join you?" "You certainly aren't going to offend us," Mike laughed. Emily stared at her roommate's naked boyfriend. His cock was at half-mast, bouncing as he got into position to eat out Juli's hairless box. "Come on, 'Em," Jessie led Emily to the empty love seat next to the couch. He was blushing furiously, but managed to smack her ass hesitantly. "Harder," she demanded, eyes fixed on the screen. The blonde being double teamed was now lying on one man, with the other still behind her. She was screaming as the camera focused on the two slick cocks pumping her ass and pussy. Juli's louder moans overwhelmed the affected groans and grunts of the porn actors like some bizarre DVD commentary track. Emily ran her hands over her big, pregnant belly and knew that she deserved to be in this state. "Harder!" "Over here, slut!!" On his second try, Jessie spanked her hard enough to raise gooesbumps. As he did, his cock jumped to life, and he sat down, pulling Emily's wide hips towards his lap. Emily had never been so wet in her life, although she suspected that this was not all a side-effect. Three months of pressure had been building inside of her, and the dam was leaking. Reaching down, she gripped Jessie's member by the base and guided the tip past her slick outer lips. She filled herself with him, sliding down until she felt her butt meet the top of his thighs. On her boyfriend's lap, Emily's body was all jiggle and bounce, with her enormous belly keeping the baseline as her boobs flopped wildly. Behind her, Jessie was doing his best just to keep up, his hands clutching the cushions as his hormone charged girlfriend let loose a string of profanity she didn't even know she knew. A twitching deep inside her let Emily know that she didn't have much time left. Leaning foward as far as her distended womb would allow, she set her hips into motion, hammering away at the dam with every thrust. The cracks widened, releasing a steady flow of feminine liquids, but it was the sudden rush of fluid from Jessie's body that finally triggered the flood of neurohormones and electrochemical impulses that left Emily trembling, sweating, shaking... and hungry for more. "Fuck me," she said, both meanings of the phrase rattling in her head as she fell back into the love seat. Jessie climbed onto her heavy boobs, and she ran her fingers through his curly hair- but it wasn't enough. The DVD had moved on to a petite Asian girl with too much make up who was kneeling in front of a cock that looked like it could split her in half. Although usually content to cuddle, Emily's flushed skin recoiled from Jessie's touch and she felt herself getting agitated with his clumsy fondling. "Okay," Juli grinned, her eyes glazed over, and crawled across the floor towards her roommate. Her gravid belly dragged across the carpet as her long breasts swayed with her hips. Emily pushed Jessie away, and he looked almost relived as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Mike was already snoring lightly. "Lick the cum out of my pussy!" Emily pulled on her nipples and bit her lower lip, watching Juli's smiling face disappear beneath the hemisphere below her breasts. She felt her roommate tease apart the lips that were now doing all the talking for her: "I need your tongue in my snatch," This could not have been the first time Juli had eaten a pussy, and for a second Emily was hurt that her roommate had not felt comfortable telling her. All was forgotten, however, as Juli flicked her tongue across Emily's clit, causing the other girl to scream loud enough to wake up the guys. Emily rode her roommate's face and looked across the living room to where their performance was raising more than just Mike's eyebrows. As the action on the big screen reached a climax, with two girls and four guys now sharing a very large shower, Emily's skin electrified, throwing off sparks as Jessie resumed kissing her giant tits and taut, bulging belly. Mike finally stood up from the couch and got on his knees behind his massively pregnant girlfriend. As if she had tasted Emily's fantasy through her pussy, Juli lifted her ass into the air, inviting him to join them. Jessie, too, stood up and smacked his semi-turgid member across her face playfully. "Why don't you do something useful with that mouth?" He said, increasingly hard. "You fucking, cum hungry skank," The four college
students surrendered to an orgiastic, animal chemistry. Emily
tasted herself on Jessie's dick, even as Juli clean his sperm out her
sweaty box. Behind her, a red-faced Mike fucked for all he was
worth, each powerful thrust sending tremors through her belly and
breasts and forcing her mouth deeper into Emily's crotch. When they
came, it was like a chain reaction: treamors shaking Emily's body
only seconds after swallowing Jessie's orgasm. Mouth free, Juli panted
and collapsed, turning over to let Mike finish on her swollen
midsection. Emily lowered herself to the floor and licked his
salty seed from her roommate's belly. Later that evening, Emily and Juli were on all fours in front of the television, their fingers intertwining as their boyfriends once again lined up behind their hormonally inflated forms. In the past several hours, they had been buffeted by neurochemical tempests. They swung from moody to weepy to angry, and horny the rest of the time. In particular, the forty minutes it had taken the guys to pick up a long list of odd foods had been quite an adventure, and Emily's smile still glistened with her first taste of another woman. Finally, Emily understood the importance of a well rounded education. THE END |
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