Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: Bigger Universe: Matam's Fetishes Keywords: mc, tf, ff, humil, drug, mf, nc, magic Summary: A librarian ends up with one of Matam's fetishes that makes her crave bigger things (so to speak). Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. NOTE that this work almost certainly contains some odd (and likely completely impossible) fantasies. PAY ATTENTION TO THE SUMMARY LINE ABOVE. It identifies the sorts of things that this story contains. If any of these things seriously bother you, please do not read this story. "Bigger" Tracy walked out of the library and shivered in the cold. Winter had finally arrived, and with a vengeance at that. The small woman wrapped her scarf tighter around her face and began to trudge off towards her apartment. She was enjoying her first year in the masters program to become a librarian. The quiet space in which she spent most of her time suited Tracy just fine...she'd never been the most social of girls to begin with, and had seemingly gotten shyer as she'd gotten older. The library was the perfect environment for her - no loud talking, and a nice formal barrier between her and the people she saw on a regular basis. As she rounded the corner, lost in thought about her test the next day, she ran into a small...she thought it was a man, but he was so tightly bundled in scarves, coats, and what looked like three hats and two sets of earmuffs, she couldn't really tell. Only the blinking eyes in the middle of the cloth revealed there was a person under it all. He was even shorter than Tracy's tiny five foot one body. The man was carrying a tray filled with small statues, and now sounds of muttering came from the cloth as he wobbled back and forth, trying to keep them from toppling to the snow-covered sidewalk. One of the tiny figures did a pirouette in time with his own, and then flew into a snowbank with a soft, wet sound. Tracy's hand flew to her mouth in horror at her having caused him so much trouble. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Here I've got it..." "Mmmph! Nmmmph!" came a muffled sound from the scarves, as Tracy pulled off a glove and reached her hand into the snow. She turned to look at him in confusion, as the sounds were clearly some sort of strong negative. "It's OK," she said as the man pulled his scarf down to speak more clearly, revealing a lined, leathery face of some indeterminate asian origin. "Here - I found it...you can have it back. I am *so* sorry..." She opened her hand, revealing the small figure, covered in snow. The small man's mouth had opened to say something to her but as he looked down to see the figurine, a look of almost pain washed over his lined face. Then he looked up into her eyes, and the expression was replaced by one of sadness. He sighed. "No, miss, it is I who am very sorry. I am usually much more deft than that. Sadly, it appears that the fetish has chosen you." Tracy blinked in confusion. The man smiled gently, then nodded at the statue in her hand. "No, no...I couldn't," stammered Tracy. The man smiled again, and nodded his head. "It is a gift. I hope that you will enjoy it." Tracy smiled, stuttered out a thank you, and then walked on. The man looked after her and sighed again. "Though I fear you will enjoy it a bit too much. I had certainly not intended it for you. I am very sorry, sweet little woman." He looked down at the statues with a scowl. "None of the rest of you pull anything like that today, you understand?" The statues sat, silently. Shaking his head and pulling up his scarves, Matam continued down the street, shivering. Tracy burst into her apartment building, sighing happily in the heat that rushed over her. It was *cold* out there! As she pulled off her hat, freeing her short black hair, she looked down at the statue the man had given her. Then giggled and blushed furiously. The figure was of a tiny, pretty woman, naked. She was holding her hands out in a clear "it's *this* big!" gesture, and clearly from her expression, "it" was *very* big, and she was *very* happy about it. Tracy giggled again, as she dropped opened the door to her apartment. She was pretty shy about sex, and it was clearly a sexual little statue. Tracy wasn't entirely sure what it meant...though she had a guess, and it made her flush even more. As she stepped into her apartment hands grabbed her from behind, and she let out a yelp! Large arms wrapped around her small body, and before she could say anything, one of the hands slid down over her jeans and slid between her thighs. "Ohhhhh!" Tracy sighed deeply. The rush of pleasure that went through her was a shock...she hadn't realized she was so easily turned on. The fingers began to stroke her crotch through her jeans and she moaned, reaching one hand back up to touch the man who was molesting her. "Welcome home," a low voice breathed in her ear. She turned with another sigh, and kissed her boyfriend, Craig, deeply. She stood, trembling, as the large man - Craig was over six feet tall and quite solid, and towered over his tiny girlfriend - began to pull off her layers of clothing. She was still painfully shy about her body, and painfully nervous when it came to sex. Fortunately Craig didn't seem to mind - he enjoyed undressing her and taking charge. He grinned down at her as she breathed shallowly while he pulled her blouse free of her jeans. She was a little shocked - usually it took a fair amount of foreplay to get her started, but her body was burning with desire right now. Craig lifted her blouse over her head, revealing her smooth upper body. Her skin was white and soft, and her tiny breasts barely formed bumps on her chest - she had never worn a bra, and was extremely self conscious of her a-cups. As always, Craig made her feel better about her body, as he looked hungrily down at her small breasts. Her pink nipples poked out impressively right now, in her arousal, and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure as Craig ran large rough fingers over them. She found herself trembling as he unsnapped her jeans, and slid them over her slender hips and ass, and then, as they slid downward, he let out a sudden gasp. Tracy, who had been standing there shivering in arousal and excitement - more than she'd ever felt this quickly - blinked and looked at him, with a stab of self-consciousness and shyness. "What? Craig, what's..." Her voice trailed off as she followed his eyes downwards, and it was suddenly obvious what had given him pause. As her jeans had pulled away from her crotch, they revealed her simple gray panties...which were currently almost black with the wetness from her pussy. She was literally dripping with arousal, a clear line from her panties dribbling into her jeans, which were starting to soak through. The gentle scent of her pussy - never particularly strong, but there was so *much* of her juices now - wafted upwards. A shiver went through her...and she felt her arousal grow. She stared, horrified, at the stain on her panties declaring her readiness...and was even more horrified that she felt herself getting more aroused by the second. The arousal battled shame and embarrassment as she looked up at her boyfriend. "Oh god, Craig," she said, voice shaking, "I don't know what's wrong with me...I..." She paused...Craig sported a lopsided grin as he looked down at his small girlfriend. "Wow...it usually takes half an hour to get you even a *little* wet...not sure what happened today, but I definitely like it..." "You're...you're not grossed out?" Craig laughed, and in answer, lifted her small body off the ground in his thick arms, eliciting a yelp of surprise from Tracy. He carried her into their bedroom, as she found herself panting with lust. He threw her on the bed, ripping off her wet panties as he did so, and she gasped as she felt the cool air on her moist cunt, her black fur wet and curly from her pussy's dripping. She found herself tingling in anticipation as Craig lifted her small legs up and back, spreading them wide. Normally she'd be self-conscious about being splayed for him like this (she would only do missionary position - this was the closest they'd come to other positions he wanted to try, as yet), but she was so hot and ready for him that all she could do was wait, tensely, as he leaned forward, his hard cock brushing briefly over her slit... She let out a high-pitched yell of pleasure as his cock thrust into her, sliding in more easily than it ever had before. Grunting, Craig began to thrust into her wet pussy, while Tracy clawed at his back. It felt amazing, she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her, while her pleasure and need built, and built... She whimpered, as somewhere through her haze of lust she realized something wasn't quite right. Her need kept ratcheting higher with each thrust...but she felt like she was getting further from orgasm, not closer. Worse, Craig's cock...she could feel it sliding in and out of her, but it didn't seem to be spreading her apart as pleasurably as it usually did. It wasn't like Craig was small - he was about average, from what she'd read - and she was incredibly tight. Usually. But right now, he just wasn't big enough to... With a grunt, Craig stiffened and she felt his cum spraying inside her, warmly. She bit her lip to suppress a sob of disappointment - she certainly didn't want Craig to know that she hadn't cum, that she was still so horny...and that she felt like she needed something...more. Bigger. With a final moan, Craig collapsed forward, his heavy body falling onto her, and he lay there, breathing heavily for a few moments. Finally he lifted his head and smiled down at her. She smiled back, trying to hide the ache still within her. "That was...great. How you doing?" Craig gasped out. "Great...great," she whispered back. Craig smiled at her, then his eyes lifted and widened as they saw the clock. "Shit!" he spat, "I have to go! I'm supposed to be at work in ten minutes." He pulled out of her, and she suppressed the whimper that almost escaped - even though he wasn't enough, the feeling of being filled even a little bit helped. As his softening cock slid out of her, the ache seemed to increase. She lay on the bed, naked, shivering slightly, as Craig cleaned up quickly and then pulled his clothes on. He finally finished getting dressed, then turned to look at her and paused, obviously drinking in her naked body. She blushed. "Wow," he said, with a grin, "you don't often let me just look at you with the light on like this. *Damn* you're hot, Tracy." Her blush deepened, and she only now realized that the light was still on. She had been so primed and ready, she hadn't even noticed and asked him to turn it off like usual. She smiled back, weakly. Craig didn't seem to notice her strange mindset, possibly attributing it to post-sex mental state, which she knew was somewhat unpredictable. Instead, he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Gotta run - sorry to, well, you know," he grinned at her, "I'll see you tomorrow..." Tracy listened to him gathering his things and then the door open and close. With a sob, as soon as the door was closed, Tracy's hand flew to her pussy. She felt awful at how desperately she'd wanted her boyfriend to leave, but all she could think about now was getting rid of this horrible *need*, and she certainly wasn't going to play with herself while he was here... Her fingers began to roll over her clit, eliciting a loud moan as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. She had always been more clit-focused, and though she almost never played with herself (and felt greatly guilty when she did), she was usually able to bring herself off with just a few minutes of playing with her clit... But not today. She sobbed as she felt the pleasure from her fingers rubbing her little nubbin, but it wasn't enough! She reached down and slid one...then two...then three fingers into her pussy, and loudly moaned in pleasure. That was closer - she began to ram her fingers into herself, grunting with each thrust... *Still* not enough! Tears of frustration rolled down Tracy's cheeks. Her body was burning with lust, with this desperate desire for release, and it was overwhelming any other though she might have had as to how she must look, fingers ramming into herself, her own wetness and Craig's cum oozing out of her onto her bed. She needed to be filled...she needed something *bigger*! Somewhere in the back of her mind an idea prodded her, and she lurched to her feet with a moaning sob. She stumbled out of her bedroom into her small kitchen, barely realizing that her hands were still working on her pussy, and now Craig's cum was dribbling out of her, down her thighs, onto the floor. Eyes wild with lust, she stumbled to the refrigerator, pulling her fingers out of her wet cunt with a plop. She grabbed the handle and wrenched it open, leaving a sticky smear on the handle. She fell to her knees, whimpering. Where was it...she'd just gone shopping yesterday, she knew she had it. She sobbed - what if Craig had eaten it...? Suddenly with a loud sob of relief, she found what she was looking for - she grabbed it frantically. She lay back on the kitchen floor spreading her legs and planting her small feet on the cabinets on either side. With two hands she grabbed her only hope to sate her desperate need to be filled, and placed it at the opening to her small pussy...then thrust. The cucumber was so large that it felt like she was being split in two, as she shoved it into her tight little pussy. She shivered and shuddered at the cold, and felt the pain of herself being stretched wider than she'd ever been before... Then all that was lost as the orgasm she'd so desperately sought ripped through her tiny body. She began to shriek in pleasure - normally she came with a whimper or a moan, but this time she was sobbing and screaming in pleasure, her small hips thrusting up at the massive cucumber she was shoving in and out of her pussy, stretching her small hole wider than she'd thought possible. Finally her orgasm began to wind down, and she was gasping for breath, but she couldn't stop thrusting...and then suddenly she came again, sobbing and squealing on the linoleum floor. She pounded the cucumber into herself harder and harder...and came a third time on the immediate heels of the second, a mind-blowing, burning orgasm that left her screaming so loud that her voice gave out, becoming a hoarse whisper. And finally, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing, and shaking. Her hands fell from the huge cucumber still in her pulsing pussy, painfully clenching and unclenching around the hard green flesh of the vegetable, which had stretched her tight pussy so very wide. She lay there for a few minutes, gasping and shuddering in orgasmic aftershocks. Then finally, she burst into tears and began to slowly, shakily, pull herself to her feet. As she did so, she realized the cucumber was still inside her, and she looked down at it in horror. The thing was huge, and it was probably two thirds of its length inside her pussy - she could feel the top of it pressing uncomfortably against something inside her that had never been touched before. Dazed, she began to pull on it...and realized that it was slick with her juices...and *tightly* stuck inside her clenching, red pussy lips. Her mind starting to come back to her now, she followed the wet streaks down her legs to the floor, where there was a puddle of her own juices and Craig's cum...then to the fridge, then across the floorboards to her bedroom, a trail of her arousal leading her to here. She began to sob again, this time in humiliation and disgust at herself. And the worst part of the horrible, disgusting things she'd just done...was that they felt so *good*! She reached down, shaking and sniffling now, and grasped the cucumber. She felt it moving inside her as she pulled...but it would barely budge. With a choked whimper, she grabbed it with her other small hand as well, and spread her little thighs as far as she could, and pulled. She moaned at pain and some pleasure as the massive vegetable started to slide out of her, slowly, then suddenly in a rush, it pulled out of her cunt with a pop. It was followed by a splattering rush of her own juices, but she was too busy gasping at the sudden sensation of no longer being filled to notice her cunt dripping onto the floor. It had felt so *good* inside her. So good. What the hell was wrong with her?! She slid to the floor, exhausted, her glistening vegetable lover sliding from her hand as she began to cry piteously, her tiny body wracked with sobs of shame. Tracy sat in the library, mindlessly checking books back in via the computer. She was trying to keep from crying as she thought over the last couple of days. The day after she'd first played with the cucumber, Craig had come over again. Once again, her body had seemed to go crazy - from the moment she saw him, she'd begun to ache for sex, and could feel her pussy dripping. And yet, again, when he finally thrust his cock into her wet, aching pussy, she had barely felt it. She'd hoped that he took the sob that escaped her for one of pleasure, but she wasn't sure. Even more upsetting, it had taken him much longer than usual to come. He hadn't said anything, of course, but it was obvious from his shifting position that he was trying to get more friction from her normally tight pussy, and not finding it. He'd finally cum inside her, but from the look he'd given her he was clearly confused at what was happening to her body. And, of course, she was nearly mad with lust by the time he finally fell asleep. She'd locked herself in the bathroom with a towel stuffed in her mouth to hide her screams of pleasure as she pounded her once-tight little cunt with the large cucumber once again, bringing herself to three massive orgasms before finally feeling satisfied. She'd never come more than once at a time before - she had previously been too exhausted after just one orgasm. Yesterday had been even worse. By the time Craig had come over, her body had been going crazy for over an hour. She'd been trying desperately to resist the lure of the cucumber in the fridge, and had finally been forced to take her pants off as she was so wet that she had soaked them clean through. When Craig finally got there, she'd jumped on her very surprised boyfriend, kissing him and begging him to fuck her, humping his leg in animalistic lust and leaving a large wet stain on the thigh of his jeans. He'd carried her into the bedroom, clambered above her, and thrust his hard cock inside her... ...and she'd felt almost nothing. And though he thrust into her repeatedly, tilting his body for a better position, it was clear that he wasn't enjoying it either. So she'd switched to the plan that her lust-addled mind had come up with a half hour earlier. With a shaky, fake grin, she'd asked him to pull out of her and lie back. Craig had looked at his little girlfriend in confusion and surprise, but had done as she'd asked. She smiled again, and crawled over to his hard cock, glistening with her juices. She stared at it for a moment, while Craig stared at her in shock. He'd opened his mouth to say something... Then, before her lust-driven courage could leave her, Tracy plunged her mouth down onto his cock. Whatever Craig had been about to say was lost in a loud moan. Craig had never asked her to suck his cock, since he knew she found the idea gross and humiliating. And she, obviously, had never offered, having never wanted to do that to anyone. And now, here she was, plunging her little mouth up and down Craig's cock, the taste of her own cunt filling her mouth. His cock felt huge now in her mouth - a far cry from how small it had felt inside her a few moments ago. And though her stomach turned at the thought that the salty-sweet flavor filling her mouth was what her own pussy must taste like, she slurped and sucked at his cock with desperate abandon. With a glance up to verify that the moaning Craig had his eyes closed, she reached between her own legs, questing for what she really needed, what she was letting her mouth be violated for. As she slid her slender legs and hips under the blanket to try to hide what she was doing from Craig, her fingers slipped around what she had hidden there. She positioned it at her wet pussy, while her mouth continued to slurp at the moaning Craig's cock. With a grunting moan, she slammed her new favorite lover - the large cucumber - into her wet cunt. Her whole body shuddered as pleasure rippled through her. She knew she was moaning involuntarily, and the answering moan from Craig told her that he liked it when she did. She was only vaguely aware of it through the pleasure as she fucked herself with the cucumber, but echoing pleasure seemed to be building in her mouth - she was starting to enjoy the feeling of Craig's cock sliding past her lips, as her inexpert tongue slurped at him and cleaned him of her pussy juice. Suddenly, Craig's body tensed and he let out a loud groan, and Tracy's eyes went wide as she got her first taste of cum. The hot liquid splattered against the back of her throat, and, not knowing what else to do, she tried to swallow it frantically. And suddenly she started cumming as well, screaming around his cock as she tried to swallow his cum. Her orgasm was overwhelming, though, and she found herself coughing and drooling Craig's cum down her chin as she shuddered, trying desperately to keep her mouth around his cock, so that he would be too distracted to see what she was doing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cum stopped spraying from Craig's cock and she managed to stop herself and pull her hand away from the cucumber, though she was already well on her way to a second orgasm. But she knew that if she wasn't careful, he would realize what she was doing... She pulled her mouth off of his cock and leaned back. Cum had dribbled onto his crotch, and as she leaned back, she felt it running down her chin and dribbling onto her chest. She looked up at him, ignoring the throbbing sensation between her legs, where the cucumber remained. Craig gasped and swallowed and looked up at her, then flushed red. "That was..., uh...wow," he muttered, clearing his throat, staring at her in shock. Tracy looked back at him, trying to keep from crying. "You didn't have to do that, you know," he whispered. She bit her lip, and felt tears welling up. "You-you didn't like it?" The knot in her stomach tightened - the thought of doing that was bad enough, but she hadn't really minded so much. But if she was bad at it - that made her feel worse. "No! I mean, yes! I mean...it was amazing, but I just...shit," Craig jumped as his cell phone started to ring, then leaned over and grabbed it, flashing another odd look at his girlfriend. "Yeah...yeah, just...OK...no, I know - I'll be right there..." He shut off the cell phone with a sigh. "I gotta go to work," he said, sliding from the bed, "Joe lost his keys, so no one can get in..." As he pulled on his clothes, he looked at her again, with that odd look. Then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She wanted to kiss him back, but her mouth and chin were still covered in cum. "I'll talk to you later, OK? And I'll see you tomorrow." Tracy nodded. She wanted to call after him, to have him kiss her and hold her and tell her that he didn't think she was a slut for what she'd done. But mostly, she just desperately wanted him to leave. As soon as the door closed, she threw the blankets off of her legs with a whimper, and spread her legs. She reached down with both hands and began to slam the cucumber into her pussy, hard. As she did so, almost unconsciously, she stuck out her tongue and began licking Craig's cum off of her lips and chin. She was so overwhelmed by her first screaming orgasm, she barely registered the fact that she *loved* the taste of it... By the time she passed out after her fifth orgasm, she had scooped all of his cum off of her chin and chest into her mouth. Tracy shuddered at the memory of it. Of what she'd done and how much she'd enjoyed it. She'd woken up this morning with the cucumber still inside her, and it had taken all of her strength not to start again when she pulled it out of herself. What must Craig think of her now? Was she going to have to suck his cock all the time now? And why didn't that thought bother her more? And why was she thinking about where she could buy a bigger cucumber on the way home? "Uh, excuse me? Tracy jumped as someone in front of her spoke loudly. She looked up from her work at him, trying to draw her attention back to her job. "Can you, uh, tell me where to find this book? For my philosophy class?" The guy was holding out a syllabus (presumably from his philosophy class) meaningfully, but Tracy had no idea what it said. She was too busy trying to keep herself from leaping over the counter and ripping his clothes off. He was fairly nondescript - an undergrad she'd seen in here on occasion. Thin, reasonably tall, grungy black t-shirt and jeans, long black hair. Had the air and look of a stoner. Definitely not the kind of guy who Tracy would ever be interested in. Except she was. So much so that she was incapable of making anything other than a small squeak in response to his query. The moment she'd looked at him, her body had erupted with arousal. She felt flushed both with excitement, and with shame, wondering if he noticed her aching, rock hard nipples through her blouse. She could feel herself getting wet, imagining him spreading her small legs and... "Hey...you OK? You know where this is?" Tracy swallowed hard. And nodded. "Y-yes," she stammered out, her voice cracking, "here...c-come with me. I'll show you..." Tracy leapt to her feet, her breathing now hard and shallow as she tried not to stare at him. "That's OK...you can just tell me..." "No!" Tracy shivered as he jumped at her sudden yell, "No...I, uh...that book is hard to find...here...follow me..." She walked around the counter, brushing against him intentionally and unintentionally, then turned to make sure he was following her. He looked down at the paper - he was pretty sure she'd never actually looked it it - then shrugged and slouched after the small woman. Tracy walked, almost dizzy with arousal. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was glad that she'd worn a skirt - she could feel her wetness on her thighs as she walked. If she'd been wearing jeans, they'd be soaked already. Besides the skirt would offer better access for... She turned down a hallway, looking back to make sure the boy was following her. He looked back over his shoulder towards the stacks with a quizzical look, and then back up at her, a confused expression on his face. It was clear that this hallway lead away from the library itself. Quickly, before he could ask questions, Tracy grabbed a doorknob to one of the rooms lining the hallway and grabbed a key from her pocket to unlock the door. Her hand shook as she did so. "In here," she said, and swallowed against the huskiness of her voice. She stepped inside the room, and was followed a few moments later by her new friend. He looked around as he walked in. The small room was lined with video equipment, a TV and DVD/VCR along one wall, a camera sitting in the corner. "Hey," he said turning towards the girl, "isn't this one of the video rooms? I don't think there are any books inmmmmph!!" He was cut off and found himself falling back against the wall in surprise as Tracy closed the door behind them, and leapt on top of him, kissing him desperately, her small body wrapped around his lanky frame. Her crotch ground into his thigh, as she started to hump his leg unconsciously. "Hey!" he said, weakly, obviously shocked at the - admittedly, very cute - girl's advances, and pushing her away halfheartedly. He was not the type who girls normally threw themselves at. And certainly not small, cute, librarians. Tracy let out a sob, and began to pull at his clothes. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, "f-fuck me..." "What?" the boy blinked in disbelief. "Please," she sobbed, loudly, any pretense of resisting urges that would normally have horrified her completely gone. She clambered up onto the table in the middle of the room, pulled her skirt up and yanked her soaked panties to the side, revealing her dripping pussy, bright red with her arousal, her patch of black fur between her legs matted with her juices. The room smelled of sex. "Please...please fuck me!" It was the boy's turn to be speechless now, as he stared wide-eyed for a moment at the tiny woman sitting on the table, legs spread, staring at him pleadingly, her cunt exposed in her need for his cock. With a strangled moan, he frantically unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off, followed quickly by his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Tracy let out a small moan as it did so, and her eyes widened. He was massive. His cock - throbbing as it thrust out from his skinny body - was huge. Easily half again as long as Craig's and twice as thick. Probably as big as her beloved cucumber, if not slightly bigger. Tracy's pussy throbbed in anticipation, and her mouth began to water as she stared at it. The boy stepped forward, and placed the head of his huge cock at her wet pussy lips, eliciting a shiver and a breathy moan from Tracy. "Oh ggGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" With a moan and a quick thrust, he slammed inside her, and Tracy felt her cunt stretch and fill...so wonderfully full! He was so big that it was just short of painful...and then she was screaming in a sudden explosive orgasm that ripped through her small body. She wrapped her small legs around him pulling his wonderful, huge cock deeper inside her pussy, filling her more and more, as she sobbed in pleasure. And then, suddenly - too soon! - he let out a long moan, and Tracy felt his huge member expand inside her, causing another orgasm to rip through her as she felt his warm cum spraying inside her cunt. She clawed at his back as her body shook with her second orgasm, while he filled her with his cum. Finally, with a moan, he stopped cumming, and after a few moments, so did she. He gasped, blinking from the intensity of his own orgasm. "Oh my...wow, I mean...uh..." Tracy shivered and shook for a moment... ...and then suddenly the realization of what she had done crashed in on her. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling a sob as tears sprang forth. She pushed the very confused and surprised boy back letting out an involuntary loud moan as his huge, softening cock slid out of her still wet cunt, followed by a dribbling stream of his cum. "Hey, are you..." The boy stopped and watched in confusion as the small woman who, a few moments ago had been begging him to fuck her, scrambled off the table and, on very shaky legs, stumbled out of the room sobbing. He stared after her as the door closed, his large glistening cock dripping her juices onto the floor. Tracy stumbled into the file room at the back of the hall, shutting the door and leaning against it, trying to stifle her sobs. She couldn't believe what she'd just done! She'd let some random boy who she didn't even know fuck her in the AV room of the library! She didn't even know his name! And still she'd let him stick his cock...his huge, gorgeous cock...it had felt so good inside her. Maybe if she went back he'd still be there and she could suck on it until it was hard again, and he'd stick it back into her wet little pussy... She jerked her hand back from the doorknob as though she'd been shocked, in sudden realization of what she was doing. Oh god what was wrong with her? Crying quietly now, she backed away from the door and fell heavily into the chair in the corner, pulling her knees up to her chin as tears rolled down her cheeks. Oh god. She was a slut. The second man she'd had sex with, and she'd done it like some cheap slut in the back of the library...oh god, and she'd cheated on Craig! What could she do? She couldn't tell him. Would he know? He must know something was weird with her, since she'd done what she'd done with her mouth... Suddenly Tracy realized her mouth was watering. And she suddenly noticed the smell wafting up from between her legs. Her wet pussy, mixed with what she now recognized was the smell of cum. She watched almost as though through someone else's eyes as she spread her legs slightly, her skirt falling down around her waist. Two slender fingers slid towards her crotch, trembling, and pulled her panties aside once more. She stared at the strings of sticky cum that were dribbling out of her pussy, soaking her panties. Her fingers slid over her messy cunt, gathering up some of the cum on them... It was only when she moaned loudly was she shaken from her reverie, and realized that she'd been sucking the cum and cunt juice off of her fingers, gathering it from her pussy and her panties. For the third time. It tasted so *good*! With another choked sob, she jumped to her feet, stomach turning over at what she had been doing. Biting her lip, beyond disgust at herself, she left the file room quickly, wiping the tears from her eyes. Maybe getting back to her job, out among people, would break her out of this horrible spell she was under. The small pool of cum and her juices lay on the chair that she had left, drying slowly. Tracy stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over her slim little body, sobbing loudly as she tried unsuccessfully to wash away the dirty feelings of the day. She shivered involuntarily as the water dripped from her still hard nipples, sending unwanted tingles of pleasure through her. Her attempt to complete her day at work as a distraction had been only partially successful. She hadn't jumped any other random people, and thankfully the boy she'd let fuck her in the back room hadn't showed up again, so she didn't have to face him...or find out whether she'd have the same reaction. On the other hand, she'd remained moderately aroused the rest of the day, and every fifteen or twenty minutes or so, she'd find herself sliding her fingers in her cunt to gather up a little more of the flavor of his cum and suck it off, moaning quietly and shivering in pleasure. She was continually disgusted with herself, but couldn't stop. At least she'd managed to not fuck herself with a bigger cucumber when she'd gotten home. She'd bought one, of course - she couldn't seem to stop herself from doing that - but though she'd stared at it for fifteen minutes, trembling, she managed to force herself to take a shower instead. Clean herself out. Prepare herself for... Her breath caught as she heard a voice out in the hallway. She shut off the shower and wiped her eyes, frantically, plastering a look of happiness on her face as best she could. The look of smoldering arousal in her eyes as she stepped out of the shower, however, was all too real. Trembling, Tracy quickly toweled off and then stepped out into the hallway, letting the towel fall to the floor behind her. Her hair and her pussy both continued to drip as she stepped out behind her boyfriend. "Hey, there you..." Craig's words died mid-sentence as he turned and saw his tiny girlfriend standing naked and wet in the hallway. Up until a few days ago, she had still been far too shy to wander around the apartment naked with him there. Yet here she was, her gorgeous small breasts topped by rock hard nipples, her black fur nestled between her slender white thighs damp from the shower...and perhaps something else. With a growl that was almost animalistic, he watched in shock as she fell to her knees in front of him, quickly unfastening his jeans and pulling the zipper down. He opened his mouth to protest - he'd been meaning to ask her about this crazy behavior (and...other things he'd noticed all week)... But his words were again cut off, this time by a groan as her tongue slid over the front of his cock, though the flap of his boxers. Moments later he let out a much louder groan as his cock was free, and sliding into her warm, wet mouth. She still was clearly inexperienced at this...but the suddenness of her jumping to sucking his cock, when so recently she had been disgusted at the idea...the *dirtiness* of it for his chaste little girlfriend... It was just a few more moments until he was cumming into her mouth, grunting loudly. She let out a squeak of surprise at the warm cum, but this time was much better prepared, and swallowed frantically, slurping down all of the liquid blasting forth from his cock. The moans she made were of intense happiness, as though someone who had never been able to taste food before was suddenly cured, and given the most perfect meal imaginable. Tracy wanted to sob with joy at the taste of Craig's cum. Yesterday she'd been to surprised and to absorbed with the cucumber in her pussy to realize that cum was the most wonderful tasting substance imaginable. Even though her body was aching with need of another kind, she sucked and sucked at Craig's cock until the last of the blissful goo was gone. And, as his cock began to soften slightly, she continued sucking. Craig shuddered above her as her tongue worked gently around his softening cock. She knew that the head of his cock was sensitive now, so she was oh so careful as she slurped and licked. "Hey," he said, weakly, as she continued sucking him, "you ohhh...I mean...you can s-stop now..." Craig had once told her, before he realized how much sucking cock disgusted her, that if she wanted to go again, he got hard again pretty quickly after cumming. But it was easier with her mouth than with her hand. At the time, she'd tried to disguise her horror at the idea, merely smiling. Now, she was putting it to the test. And suddenly his cock began to stiffen again, proving it true. She moaned happily, eliciting an answering moan from her boyfriend. She caressed his cock more enthusiastically as it hardened in her mouth. Soon he would fuck her. And she tried not to think about how that had gone the last couple of times, or what had happened today (though trying so hard not to think of that sent a tingle through her cunt, in remembrance of the wonderful, huge cock that had been inside it a few hours ago). Finally, with a slurp, she pulled her mouth off of Criag's cock and leaned back happily. Craig was looking down at her, but she hadn't noticed - she actually hadn't looked him in the eye since she stepped out of the shower. A shiver went through her as she turned away from him, falling onto all fours. He'd tried this with her once, but she'd refused, only wanting to have sex the "normal" way (though she'd later relented and climbed on top of him a couple of times). Any pretense at anything normal about her and sex had disappeared over the last few days. She looked back at him, eyes flickering briefly upward and then away as a flush of shame at what she had done earlier rushed through her. "Want me this way?" she whispered, huskily. Craig stared at her, the small, slim woman on all fours before him. He looked briefly as though he wanted to say something, but then let out a growl that matched the one she'd made earlier. Now it was his turn to fall to his knees, and he grabbed her small hips, and pulled her back onto his once again rock hard cock with a yell. She moaned. It felt...nice. Better certainly than when he fucked her on top, but still, as he thrust in and out of her, grunting, it was nowhere near enough. *He* was nowhere near big enough for her needs now. She heard a slight frustration enter his grunts as he shifted and tilted himself to rub agais She wanted to cry. She'd cum so hard from...earlier. And all she wanted was for her boyfriend's cock to fill her like that! A few days ago she'd been so tight...he had felt *huge* inside her. And now, something had happened...she'd become a slut, and her cunt was so big that she could barely even feel him. She wanted to be filled...and she wanted Craig to be able to cum inside her again! And suddenly, a shiver went through her as an idea filled her mind. She..she couldn't do that, could she? The one almost fight they'd ever had about sex was the time he'd "accidentally" touched her there, as though testing the waters. She'd gotten so upset that they'd gone to bed without sex. That was too disgusting to think about. What kind of a girl would it make her if she did that? What kind of girl did it make her that just thinking about it had started to make her tingle there, the first time something had distracted her from the ache in her pussy for the last several hours? What she'd done today...she'd cheated on Chris. It didn't matter that she'd been out of control - she'd let (begged) another man (boy, really) to shove his (huge, wonderful, glorious) cock into her sopping cunt (and cum inside her while she screamed in pleasure). And then she'd spent the day licking his cum off of her fingers from inside her own pussy. What might she do tomorrow? Her first sex had been with Craig. The first cock in her mouth had been his, even though she'd never thought she'd have any man's cock there. Let alone love it as much as she did. She wanted to make sure that whatever else happened, that...place...belonged to him, too. "Wait," she whispered. Craig paused, a low growl of frustration coming from him. She looked back at him, bringing her eyes up to meet his for the first time tonight. His were filled with lust, confusion, and hurt. She swallowed hard. "U-use the other one." Confusion sprang forward on his face. "What?" Tracy took a deep breath. "The-the other hole. My other hole. You can...have me there..." Shock came over her boyfriend's face. She actually felt his cock jerk inside her and saw lust join it. "Tracy, no! You don't want that! You said..." "I do! I want it! Please..." As she said it, she realized suddenly that she *wanted* it. Like she'd wanted that boy's cock inside her earlier, even before she'd know that was what she wanted. She wanted to feel a cock where she'd never felt one before...never *dreamed* she'd feel one. "Please, Craig," she began to cry, "Please! I-I love you...and I want you to fuck me in the ass!" Craig's flush deepened at her words, as lust replaced all else. With another growl, he pulled his cock from her dripping cunt and slid it between her buttcheeks, spreading her juices over her little pink anus, clean from the shower. Tracy shivered in surprised pleasure - when he'd touched her there before, she'd felt nothing but shock, but now it felt wonderful. Suddenly she felt him tilt, and felt the head of his cock pressing at the tight hole. Her breath came in short small gasps of arousal and terror. She felt like a small animal, frozen in the gaze of a predator, waiting for it to take her. Suddenly, Craig's cock began to press into her ass. She let out a sob. It hurt! Oh, it hurt! And yet, somewhere, beyond the pain she felt a tingling buildup of pleasure. It felt like he was sticking his arm inside her...but she wanted it *all* the way in... Craig paused at her tears and moans of pain. "Noohh god! No! Don't stop," she sobbed. If he stopped, she might be too afraid to try this again. But she wanted him in her ass! Wanted her lover's cock filling her like it was supposed to... Suddenly, with a grunt, Craig thrust forward hard, sliding into her tight asshole all the way up to the base of his cock. Pain ripped through Tracy... ...and then... Someone was screaming. She couldn't figure out who, because pleasure was ripping through her body as an orgasm that dwarfed the one that she'd had earlier overwhelmed her. It sounded like they were screaming in pleasure, but there was an edge to it that indicated it wasn't *all* pleasure...which somehow made it even more intense. It wasn't until the second orgasm, Craig's cock sliding in and out of her ass painfully, wonderfully, that she realized the screams were coming from her. It wasn't until the fourth that she could recognize the vague pain of his cock spreading her tight little asshole wider than it had ever been, pain that added to the sweetness of her orgasms like a chocolate after oranges. Craig was yelling louder than he ever did when they fucked, pulling her little body back and forth, watching her tight ass stretched around his cock with fascinated lust. Tracy clawed at the carpet as she came over and over, drooling and sobbing in mind-altering pleasure. Finally, with a shocked yell, after what seemed like an eternity, Tracy felt Craig's cock throb and expand in her ass, and suddenly felt warmth filling her from behind. She came again, sobbing in disbelief at the length and intensity of her pleasure. He also seemed to cum forever, warmth filling her in a place she'd never felt it before. Finally, they both came down from their respective highs simultaneously. Craig gasped for breath, placing one hand out to catch himself on the wall before he fell over. Tracy's crash was much worse, as the loss of the intense pleasure left her just with the pain of her stretched asshole (though nowhere near as bad as she would have thought), and the horrified realization at what she'd done (though nowhere near as horrified as she new she should be). She burst into tears, long wracking sobs of exhaustion and self-loathing. Craig blinked. "No, no no...it's okay..." He pulled his softening cock out of her ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her before she fell back into her choking sobs again, and pitched forward onto the carpet. Craig's eyes filled with tears as well as he moved forward, unsure what to do. He hovered over his naked girlfriend, trying not to look at the bubbling cum dripping out of her asshole and running down the inside of her naked thighs. "Shhh...it's - it's OK, Tracy...I love you too..." Tracy realized with shock that she'd said the same thing when begging him to shove his cock into her ass...the first time either of them had said it. Confused emotions flitted through her mind as she realized her love for Craig was real. And now intertwined with her becoming a slut in ways she was horrified to think about. She kept sobbing as he pulled her up into his arms, stroking her short black hair and whispering gently to her as he kissed her head. Her sobs trailed off as she drifted into black, exhausted sleep. She woke groggily, blinking sleep from her eyes. Where was she? What was happening? It took her a few moments for her to realize that she was in her bed, under the covers. The bed was warm where Craig had been, obviously, until recently. The small ache in her ass brought what had happened the previous evening back in a rush, and she whimpered. Though the one thing that stood out in front of even the incredible, disgusting pleasure of it all was the fact that Craig had said he loved her. She rolled over at a rustle and a quiet curse behind her, and blinked at Craig, a look of surprise and hurt filling her eyes. He was dressed and clearly getting ready to leave. He looked up at her in the dim light. "Sorry, I was going to wake you." "You're...leaving?" she whispered, trying to hide her misery. He was leaving her because she was a slut. "Well...yeah," he said, blinking in surprise. He saw the look on her face and let out a small chuckle. "You forgot, didn't you?" "Forgot?" Tracy said, in a small voice. He sat heavily down onto the bed next to her and leaned over her, smiling gently. "I'm going home for a week, remember? My brother finally got off his crutches, and we're going camping for a couple of days with my dad to celebrate." Tracy stared at him, a rush of confused emotions filling her. She *had* forgotten, completely. He'd told her a week ago, but the last few days...how could she have forgotten? "Oh," she said, quietly again. "Hey," he grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to his and looked into her blue-grey eyes, "I do love you, you know that?" She shivered in pleasure of a completely different kind than the last few days had brought. She looked back into his. "I love you, too," she whispered. He leaned in to kiss her, deeply, then stood. "I have to catch my plan, but, uh," he paused, looking at her briefly, then away, "when I get back, we should talk about...well, everything. All this. The last couple of days." He looked at her and saw the crestfallen look on her face. "No! Not...I like it, I just...I just think we should talk. I just want to be sure *you're* OK." She swallowed. She couldn't decide how she felt about that statement so she just whispered: "OK. I love you." He grinned. "I love you too. You're my girl, after all..." A horn sounded outside. "...shit. That's my cab. I'll see you in a week." And with another quick kiss, he was gone. Tracy trembled as she pushed the cart of books into a long aisle in the back of the library. She'd lay in bed awake for some time alternating crying and giggling. On the one hand, she'd started turning into a dirty little slut, doing things she'd never thought she'd do, and cumming harder than she'd thought possible while doing them. On the other hand, Craig said he loved her. And he sure seemed to like doing those things to her. She stood on her tiptoes to slide the book onto the shelf, and shivered slightly as she felt a tingle in her ass - it had ached briefly when she'd first woken up, but by an hour or so later, it had turned into a disturbingly pleasant throbbing that seemed to get stronger when she did anything. To her horror, she'd actually found herself starting to get turned on when she went to the bathroom in the morning. Finally she'd gotten dressed, and though she'd desperately wanted to fuck herself with the cucumber (and had found herself standing, staring at the two cucumbers she now had, and had wondered what the smaller one might feel like in her ass while the larger one stretched her little pussy even wider), she'd resisted, telling herself she could hold out, and maybe even wait till Craig came home. She'd been regretting it all morning. By the time she'd gotten to work, she'd had to go into the bathroom to remove her panties - they were literally dripping with wetness. Even worse, the smell of her own pussy...she was shaking as she stood there in the stall, fighting the urge to stick her own panties in her mouth and suck on them...to taste the dripping salty sweetness from her cunt... With a sob, she'd flushed them down the toilet. Though she'd licked her fingers afterwards, shivering with arousal and shame. She bit her lip as she wondered if she could realistically wear jeans ever again. She'd soak them clean through in minutes, the way she was right now. She shivered again at a dribble of pussy juice rolling gently down the inside of her thigh. The rest of the morning hadn't gone much better. Her pussy ached constantly, and she found herself unconsciously rubbing and grinding her cunt against bookshelves and chairs. She'd worn a black skirt, thank god, but if you looked closely, you could see wet stains on the front and the back. She was actually thankful that it was snowing so hard out - the library was nearly empty, and she was terrified of what might happen if she were to run into any boys... She turned with a handful of books to put on the shelf, and then froze, the pile of books tumbling from her hands to the floor with numerous thumps. Tracy let out a choked moaning sob. The boy who she had jumped (for his glorious, enormous, wonderful, magnificent huge cock!) stood in front of her, a slightly nervous grin on his face. "Hi." Tracy just stared. She knew he could see her nipples through her white t-shirt (she'd taken her sweater off an hour ago, being far to warm for it) - they were aching they were so hard, and had become so almost instantly. The dribble between her legs had become a gush, and warm wetness dripped from her now. The ache in both her ass and pussy thumped in time with the pounding of her heart. If yesterday she'd been hot for the boy, today she was engulfed in flames. She whimpered. "You, uh," the boy swallowed, as though nervous, and glanced around, "wanna fuck again?" Tracy let out a strangled moan, and began to nod vigorously. Tears welled up, but all she could do was whisper: "Please, yes...oh, please..." The boys eyes flamed with lust, and the nervousness disappeared. His grin also took on a nastier turn. "Come on then." He turned and walked quickly towards the media rooms. Tracy stumbled after him, nearly falling over the books in her haste to chase him, to have that huge cock inside her once again. She gasped and panted in excitement as she walked quickly after him. Suddenly he stopped, about ten feet from the hallway leading back to the room. He turned and looked at her, and even through her lust, Tracy's cheeks began to burn as he obviously looked her up and down, eyes lingering on her hard nipples, and widening slightly at the now obvious wet stain on the front of her skirt. He looked up at her again, eyes blazing. "Actually...I want you to crawl behind me the rest of the way." Tracy stared. Through the haze of her lust, it took her a moment to even understand what he was saying. Why had they stopped? Why wasn't he going back to the room where he would stick his huge cock into her wet pussy and fuck her. He wanted her to... "Wh-what?" Tracy asked, blinking. The boy paused for a moment, but then Tracy's quick flick of her eyes to the bulge in his pants gave him renewed confidence. "You heard me," he said, smiling excitedly now, "I want you to crawl on the floor after me. Like a dog. Like a bitch." Tracy whimpered. Then nodded, eyes flickering to that wonderful cock again. She knelt and then fell forward onto her hands. She looked up at him, and her eyes lighted on that massive (and growing) bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, she stuck out her tongue, panting. She let out a small gasp of excitement as she saw the object of her affections jerk in his pants. She was so overwhelmed with lust, it never even occurred to her to look around to see who might see her, kneeling on all fours, looking up at the boy's cock with abject lust. He, on the other hand, seemed to realize that they were still in the open part of the library, even if it was largely deserted, and turned with a glance back over his shoulder to see if the pretty little woman was following. She crawled after him as fast as she could, horror and self-loathing mixing with lust on her face. Quickly now, he strode down the hallway, which was very dark - clearly none of the other rooms were occupied - and opened the door to the one room with light coming from the doorway. Tracy crawled into the room after him. A trail of wet droplets remained on the dark carpet behind her as she did. The boy backed to the far wall, facing her. Tracy was too focused on that wonderful bulge to notice him look up behind her and flash a wide grin, briefly. Then he looked back down at the crawling girl and stopped. Tracy let out a moan and moved forward, her tongue questing towards his pants. "Ah ah! Not yet!" the boy ordered, and she froze, then looked up at him with miserable disappointment. He grinned evilly. "You only get fucked if you do what I want. Will you do what I tell you?" Tracy swallowed. Then nodded. "*Anything* I tell you?" Tracy let out a choked sob as a brief wash of horror at what she was doing filled her. Then just as quickly it was replaced by that burning lust, and she nodded again. "Yes," she whimpered, "Anything...anything you want...just fuck me..." His eyes blazed with lust and power over the small woman. "Beg." Tracy stared up at him, then began to whisper, huskily. "Please...please fuck me...please stick your huge cock in my wet pussy..." "No!" Tracy stopped, her begging turning to sobs of desperation, and stared at him in confusion. "Not like *that*," he said, rolling his eyes, "like a dog. Beg like a little bitch in heat. Beg for your bone, doggy." Tracy stared at him, horrified. She couldn't do something like that! It was...sick! It was wrong and degrading and... Slowly, she lifted her hands, dangling them in front of her like paws. Then she opened her mouth. First all that came out was a choking sob. And then... ...she looked up at him and let out a long dog-like whimper. Filled with lust and need. Just like a bitch in heat. His eyes widened and he shivered. Tracy saw his cock jerk in his pants, and let out another whimper, this time much more excited. She began to pant. He stared at her, hungrily. "Keep begging, but take your clothes off. I want to see what you look like. Other than your cunt, I mean," he grinned, cruelly. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but the part of her that was overwhelmingly humiliated by what she was doing was buried beneath the part that would do anything he asked. Anything to have that cock fill her up again. She reached down and yanked her t-shirt out of the waist of her skirt, shivering as the fabric slid over her aching nipples. Some part of her mind wailed as she realized that she was showing her small breasts to only the second man (other than Craig) to ever see them. Her dark nipples stuck out in front of her, topping the tiny mounds. She continued to whimper and sob slightly as she dropped the t-shirt to the floor, then frantically began to push her skirt down around her waist. She was too busy frantically getting her clothes off to notice the boys eyes look upwards again with a grin, as he saw she was wearing no panties. Naked, her slim little body kneeling on the floor, she looked up at him and resumed her begging position. He stared down at her, burning hunger filling his eyes as he drank in her body, her small breasts and hard nipples, the black fur between her legs, matted with wetness, and her thighs glistening... "Harf!" He jumped as she suddenly let out a loud, feminine bark. Then laughed. Tracy noticed his cock jerk in his pants. Maybe if she did more dog things, he'd fuck her faster! "Harf! Harf harf! Harf!" She panted and barked, staring at his throbbing cock. He let out a groaning laugh. And behind her, someone giggled, nastily. A female someone. Her bark was cut off with a sob as horror overwhelmed her lust once again. There was someone else here. Sobbing, she began to clamber to her feet. "Down!" the boy shouted angrily, "Or you don't get fucked at all! Ever!" Tracy sobbed loudly, and fell back to her knees. Whimpering and sobbing. She couldn't risk not having his cock inside her. "Well," the voice said, a deep, sexy female voice, "you weren't kidding. She'll do *anything* for that big cock of yours, won't she?" "Told you," the boy said, clearly pleased with himself. Tracy, sobbing now, humiliation finally overriding lust, heard footsteps on the carpet. She looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks, to see the girl who had (obviously) been watching the whole time. She was not much taller than Tracy - maybe five-three or five-four - but the resemblance mostly ended there. Where Tracy was waif-like, this girl was all curves. She wasn't really heavy, but just soft all around - and somehow the end result exuded sex. She had short blond hair, but the front was dyed a bright pink, the pink streaks. But the "stand-out" feature of the girl - which she clearly would have spent her life being defined by - was obvious. Her breasts were *huge*. Probably DD or possibly larger, they jiggled in front of her while she walked. Clearly soft, but surprisingly firm, they were a tit-lover's wet dream. Even though she must be wearing a bra, Tracy could see that her nipples were fairly large, and they poked through her shirt obviously. They were clearly quite hard. Her outfit seemed to acknowledge that she would always be "the girl with the big tits", and knew it - a tight, black, goth-style outfit, with a tight black t-shirt stretched across the massive orbs, a large red arrow curving around her cleavage pointing upward, as a reminder where to look when speaking to her. She wore a deep red skirt, and ankle-length high-heeled boots that flowed into fishnet stockings. Her nose was pierced with a glittering pink stone, In short, she looked like a curvy little goth slut. The kind of girl that sweet, innocent, small-town Tracy instantly disliked. Tracy whimpered as the girl looked down at her naked body, on all fours on the ground in front of them. The curvy girl slunk up to the boy. "Mmmmm," she whispered, "She's as cute as I remembered. This is going to be fun..." The boy nodded, grinning, eyes drifting down to the girl's huge tits. She giggled again, huskily. "Don't worry - I'll keep my promise. You've certainly kept yours." Tracy stared up at them with horror, emotions crashing together through her small body, as she sat frozen on the floor. Lust, humiliation, anger, terror...and, she was horrified to realize, jealousy that the boy was looking at the goth girl's big tits, rather than getting ready to fuck Tracy's aching pussy. The girl looked down at Tracy. Her expression unreadable, though her smile was definitely not friendly. Tracy whimpered again. "I'll bet you don't even remember me, do you, you little bitch?" Tracy blinked in shock. Remember her? The girl was vaguely familiar somehow, but she couldn't really... "You caught me making out with my girlfriend in the history section. In the fall. Remember now?" Cold crept over Tracy. Oh no. "That's right," the girl hissed, "your little freak-out over that did more than just get us thrown out of the library. My girlfriend's parents pulled her out of school when they found out what happened. They sent her to some college in europe. Who knows if I'll ever see her again. I haven't even been able to talk to her for over a month. "My parents, on the other hand, just decided that they wouldn't pay for college. So I had to drop out. Did you know that?" Tracy whimpered. She hadn't known. She hadn't meant for anything like that to happen. She'd just been so horrified to see two girls making out like that...she'd called her boss over, and let him deal with them. "Please, I..." "Shut up, bitch," the girl snarled, "you've made it pretty clear that you'll beg for cock already, I'm sure you'll beg for other things just as well. For now, though, we're going to have some fun...for someone so prim and proper, you sure do act like a little slut. Or a little bitch." The girl grinned darkly. "I bet everyone is going to love watching how you begged for your bone, little bitch. We'll make sure you get it like a good doggy...and then everyone will get to watch how you handled that on the internet. " She jerked her head and Tracy followed her with her eyes. And they lighted on one of the digital cameras these rooms often held. Mounted on a tripod. Aimed directly at her. Since she'd come into the room. "Noooo..." moaned Tracy as she stared at the blinking red light on the camera, "oh god, no..." "Oh, yes," the voluptuous girl said, happily. "You want this big, hard, cock? You'll get to have it on camera... "Oh, and to feed our little Danny here's dog-girl fetish - if you say another word while we're in here, other than to make nice doggy sounds, we'll kick you out without your clothes, without getting the bone you want so badly. You understand me?" Tracy sobbed, and then nodded. "Hmmm, I didn't hear you. Speak, doggy, speak." Tracy let out another choking sob, then opened her mouth. "h-harf." The girl giggled. "That's pretty pathetic, don't you think, Danny?" The boy (Danny - Tracy realized that this was the first time she'd known his name) laughed. He had a somewhat disbelieving look on his face at the whole situation, as though he thought he must be dreaming. "Yeah." "Why don't you show the doggy her bone, and see if she'll speak louder for the camera." Tracy began to cry, and then suddenly stopped as she heard a zipper start to slide open. As though in a daze, her head turned towards the sound, eyes widening to see Danny starting to push his jeans down, the flap of his boxers revealing just the faintest hint of the smooth flesh of the massive cock they were barely holding back. The lust - which had remained smoldering in the background over the humiliation and horror of the last few minutes - leapt forward with a vengeance. Tracy let out an audible gasp as her pussy, tits and ass all began to throb with excitement. "Mmm...that got our little bitches attention didn't it? Well, why don't you speak for your bone, little doggy?" Tracy sobbed once, and then: "H-harf..." "I don't think she wants it, Danny. I guess we'd better go..." "Harf! H-harf!" "What was that? Danny, did you hear something?" Danny, eyes still glazed over with lust and disbelief at the situation he found himself in, shook his head. His jeans had fallen to the floor, and his huge cock strained against his boxers. It wasn't all the way hard yet, but the tip still poked out from the left leg, making Tracy squirm with excitement. "N-no, I sure didn't, Angie." "Harf! Harf! HARF! HARF! HARF!" Tracy began to sob and bark as loudly as she could. Her lust was almost painful - she needed to see Danny's beautiful cock. Angie laughed at the sobbing, barking little woman on the ground. "Well...maybe you should show the doggie her toy, Danny..." "HARF! HARF! HARF! HARF! HARF!" Tracy's eyes widened as Danny pulled his boxers down slowly. Her barks grew louder and more excited as she stared at the massive cock, slowly revealed in front of her eyes. Finally, his massive cock dangled free, hanging down in front of her. It was even bigger than she'd remember it. Tracy was too hypnotized by the cock she desperately wanted inside her to notice Angie's eyes widen, a look of something like horror crossing her face, briefly. "Holy shit...Danny, you weren't kidding." Danny looked at Angie sheepishly, ignoring Tracy's sobbing barks. "It's...it's too big, isn't it?" "Well, we'll see," Angie said, shaking her head. Then she turned to the barking Tracy, and whispered to her, as though conspiratorially, though loud enough for Danny to hear. "See, bitch, I promised Danny that if he let me play with you too, then I'd let him play with me. I definitely prefer girls, but Danny's a good friend and has lusted after me for a long time now, and it only seems fair if he'll let me play with his toys, to let him have what he really wants." Tracy choked and sobbed, then barked again. She just wanted that cock in her. Angie reached down and wrapped one black-fingernailed, slender hand around Danny's huge cock, eliciting a gasp from him. "Now," she said in the voice of someone speaking to their pet, "who's a good girl, huh? Does a good girl want her bone? Does the little girl want her bone? She does, doesn't she? Doesn't she?" Tracy's humiliated sobs punctuated her desperate barks, and she found herself lifting her head and tongue towards the huge, hard cock that Angie dangled above her head like she was taunting a dog with a tennis ball. Tracy, camera forgotten, all pretense at dignity gone, sobbed as she barked, begging to be allowed to lick it, to have her bone. "Well, I guess you *do* want this. Time to find out just how badly. Up, Tracy," Angie patted the table in the middle of the room, "Up on the table." Tracy stopped barking and stared at her in confusion. Then, at Angie's raised eyebrow, she clambered back up onto the table where Danny had fucked her yesterday, and excitedly sat down, spreading her legs wide. She was so addled with lust, she didn't realize that she'd just spread her self right in front of the camera, displaying her naked body openly, her wet pussy glistening with her need. Angie let out a small, odd, noise. Then cleared her throat and spoke. "That's uh...wow, you are just the uh, cutest little thing, aren't you?" Tracy stared at Danny's cock, desperately. She was too distracted to register the obvious lust in Angie's voice, or the fact that Angie was staring openly at Tracy's little body. "Still," Angie made a tsk-tsk noise, "that's hardly how a good little doggie sits if she wants to be fucked." Tracy sat, confused in her haze for a moment, then slowly, reluctantly closed her legs, and rolled onto all fours. She bent over, trembling and shook her little ass and pink pussy invitingly, hoping that it might encourage Danny to stick his cock in her. Someone behind her moaned. She thought it might have been Angie. "Well, that's a good dog. Stay." Angie walked around to the other side of the table, and Tracy watched her, frozen, hoping that Danny was going to stick his cock in her soon. Angie smiled that dark smile. "OK, Danny. You want to see what *you've* been waiting for? Then everyone will hopefully get what they want out of this." Tracy couldn't see Danny's nod, but Angie grinned, and pulled her t-shirt off, her huge tits rising and falling. She reached back and unhooked her bra with a grin. Vaguely, Tracy realized Angie was actually blushing. The bra fell away, and Angie's huge tits fell free. Massive, round, and topped with large, dark pink nipples. They really were porn-star tits. But they were actually natural. Her left nipple sported a silver ring, and her bellybutton was pierced with a glittering silver stud. Angie's small hands disappeared under her massive tits and lifted them up, sexily, jiggling them gently. A strangled noise came from behind Tracy. "You like, huh?" Angie said with a smirk. "*God*, yes," Danny breathed. Tracy choked back a sob. Danny didn't even want her. He just wanted to get to the big-titted slut standing naked on the other side of her. And the worst thing was, she didn't even care. As long as he fucked her, too. If Angie was a slut, what did that make Tracy? Angie let her tits fall and then bent over, letting them hang down in front of her while she sexily pulled off her skirt. She turned, and began to slide off her boots, then her fishnets, then her black panties, which were clearly wet. Tracy found herself looking at Angie's pussy as she bent all the way over, eliciting another moan from Danny. It was shaved clean. Angie straightened up and turned around, grinning at the two frozen people staring at her amazing body - one holding his huge cock in one hand, the other kneeling on all fours on the table, her small body trembling. "OK, now for *real* fun." Tracy watched, confused, as Angie clambered up on the table, leaning back on her hands and spreading her white legs. Angie's pussy was red and engorged, clearly wet, though nothing like Tracy's own dripping cunt. Her huge tits rested on her knees. "OK, doggie. You want that nice big cock inside you? You'll have to earn it." Tracy's stomach turned over. Oh god. She couldn't mean...Tracy would never... Angie spread her legs wider. Her voice was thick with lust. "Come lick Angie's pussy like a good girl." Angie stared at her. Then sighed. "OK then. No cock for you. Still, wouldn't want poor Danny to be unhappy, so - Danny, why don't you come over here." Tracy let out a low, miserable whimper as Danny moved from behind her and walked over to Angie. He was staring, hypnotized, at the blond's incredible body. His huge cock was in his hand, and he was stroking it slowly. "Clearly Tracy doesn't want to play," Angie said, pouting sexily, "you want me to help you get off?" Danny swallowed, staring at her, as Angie reached out with her small hands and grasped his huge cock, pulling him closer. She leaned down, breathing on his huge member, then looked over at Tracy. "I don't really *like* sucking cock, doggie, but since you obviously don't really want him to fuck you, I'll just have to help him out." Angie leaned in and drew her pierced tongue over the underside of Danny's huge cock. It seemed to take forever for her tongue to slide up the massive shaft, eliciting a long groan from Danny. Tracy let out another sob. "Better hurry, girl, I don't think Danny-boy's gonna last too long with his cock in my mouth. Are you, Danny?" Danny just moaned in response. Angie slid her mouth over the tip, grimacing slightly at the flavor of his pre-cum, and then moaning a little herself in surprise as she found she could barely get any of it in her mouth, it was so big. Her hands slid up and down the shaft, stroking Danny. Tracy was halfway across the table before she realized what she was doing. The thought of what she was about to do horrified her...but the thought of *not* getting fucked was far, far worse. Her whole body ached for her pussy to be stretched wide. She'd do almost anything to be filled. Her head dangled down, lowering itself between Angie's trembling thighs. Angie's legs spread slightly as she got closer, to give her easier access. Angie's cunt smelled very different than Tracy's - stronger, muskier. She smelled like sex. Her pussy lips were large, and her clit was red and engorged. With a small sob, Tracy lowered her tongue and gently tonched it to the tip of Angie's clit. Angie's body jerked. "Mmmm! Good girl," Angie chirped, pulling her mouth off of Danny's cock, "That's a good girl. But you'd better get licking a little more like the doggy you are! Danny may cum soon. If you get me to cum first, we'll make sure that your pussy gets filled with something nice and big, though, won't we Danny?" Another groan of agreement came from Danny as Angie's hand slid over his cock. Tracy whimpered, and leaned in, and stuck her tongue out, drawing up up Angie's wet slit. The taste of Angie's pussy filled her mouth - warm and salty. To her horror, Tracy liked it. She began to lap at Angie's cunt, gently at first, then with more desperate excitement, and fear that Angie was going to make Danny cum before Tracy could get his cock inside her. Tracy sobbed as her tongue slurped and dove into Angie's wet pussy, and sucked at her clit. Angie moaned loudly, and Danny did as well. Speech halted as the room was filled with the sticky wet sounds of mouths slurping at cocks and wet pussies, and moans of pleasure punctuated by sobs of humiliation and need. Angie suddenly jerked, and pulled her mouth off of Danny's cock. "OHGOD AARGGHH!! NGGGGHHH! NGGGHHHHHHHH!" Her throaty, grunting orgasm filled the room as her body jerked in pleasure. Tracy yelped in surprise as a squirt of juices came from Angie's cunt, splattering on Tracy's face and small tits, but she kept lapping while Angie came, and came. Tracy sobbed now in relief - she'd done it! She'd made Angie cum before Danny, and she'd get his cock in her cunt... As Angie's loud, grunting orgasm began to die down, Tracy felt something splatter onto her head. She realized that Danny was grunting loudly. Suddenly something warm splatted onto the side of her face, and something salty and familiar dripped into her mouth. Oh no...no! She lifted her head in horror, moaning, just in time to catch another spray of cum from Danny's jerking cock directly into her mouth. Angie's hands were still stroking him as she gasped from her own explosive orgasm, and his cock was blasting stream after stream of cum over Angie's tits, onto her belly, and onto Tracy as well. Tracy sobbed and opened her mouth. At least she could catch some of his wonderful cum! She lick it off of her lips as the warm goo splattered all of the two girls. Finally, with a groan, Danny's cock stopped jerking and he fell back with a groan. "Whoops," Angie said, then giggled. Tracy choked, and then wracking sobs shook her whole body. She knelt there, on all fours, her face shining with cum and pussy juice as she sobbed pathetically at the realization that it would be even longer before she could get Danny's huge cock into her pussy. "Awww...sorry Tracy," Angie said, faking a pout at the sobbing girl kneeling on the table in front of her, "I guess we broke your toy." Tracy tried to stop her pathetic sobbing, humiliated and disgusted at herself for her uncontrolled tears at the loss of the cock her pussy so desperately craved. But all she could do was stare as Danny's beautiful, hard cock slowly softened across the room from her, while he caught his breath. Angie slipped off the table, watching the small girl in fascination, enjoying her obvious humiliation and abject misery. She slowly walked around her tiny body - had Tracy been able to pay attention, she would have seen the growing lust in Angie's eyes and her hardening nipples. "Well, *I* think that our little doggie here still deserves a treat, though. She was such a good girl, after all, and I did promise that she would be filled with something nice and big if she made me cum. And she certainly did that." Tracy was snapped out of her sobbing reverie at the sudden touch of fingers on her wet pussy, stroking the very wet lips of her cunt gently. She turned her head in horror to see Angie grinning as she ran her fingers over Tracy's cunt. "Wh-what are you AH!" Tracy was cut off with a yell as Angie smacked her on the ass hard enough to leave a read handprint. Tears sprang again to Tracy's eyes from the pain and the humiliation of being spanked by the big-titted girl whose pussy she had been desperately licking a few moments earlier. "*Bad* girl!" Angie said, frowning, "I didn't say you could talk." Tracy trembled and whimpered as she stared back at Angie in horror, feeling the girl's fingers quest between her lips, stroking her clit (which felt nice, and yet so distressingly far from what Tracy needed), and then let out a small squeak as Angie slid first one, then two fingers inside Tracy's wet pussy. Then Angie stopped, brow furrowing as though in thought. "You know," Angie said, starting to slide a third finger into Tracy's cunt, "I think Danny's cock isn't *nearly* big enough to satisfy your loose little cunt." Tracy stared at her uncomprehendingly. Angie began to slide her fingers in and out of Tracy, and began to slip her fourth finger inside the girl's wet hole, drawing an involuntary moan from Tracy. "I can think of something though, that I could get inside your hot little pussy. Something even bigger than Danny's huge rod there...I'll *bet* that if I get it inside you, you'll be nice and stretched out, so that you will be completely useless to any boy's cock ever again..." Tracy's eyes widened as Angie started to wedge her thumb into Tracy's wet cunt as well, and it suddenly dawned on Tracy what the girl was about to do. "Please! No!" she sobbed, trying to pull away, "Please I AH! My boyfriend AHH! P-Please don't stretch me moAH!" Angie rolled her eyes as the girls desperate sobs and please were interrupted but not halted by her hard smacks on the girl's ass. She looked over at Danny. "She just won't shut up, will she? I think we'll need to put something in her mouth to keep her quiet. Don't you?" Tracy was sobbing incoherently as she felt Angie's hand pressing harder at the opening to her pussy when she suddenly felt her head being turned forward. She opened her mouth to protest and suddenly found Danny's half-hard cock being shoved between her lips. She let out a moan of surprise around his cock - even half-hard it filled her mouth - and started to pull back from him when... "MMMMM!!!! NNNMMMM!!! NNNPPPH!!!" Tracy began to squeal in protest as she felt Angie's hand begin to slide inside her cunt, beginning to stretch her wider - Angie's hands were small, but still far larger than anything that had ever been inside her before. Tears began to stream down Tracy's cheeks. Even worse, as she moaned and shuddered in protest (and, to her horror, growing excitement), she felt Danny's cock rapidly beginning to harden and fill her mouth even more. The head was already pressing at the back of her mouth and she found that any attempt she made to pull away merely thrust her further onto Angie's fist pressing at the opening to her cunt. She was trapped - impaled on both the fist starting to slide into her pussy, and the massive cock hardening inside her small mouth and beginning to press against the opening to her throat. As Danny's cock expanded, her eyes widened and she let out a muffled sob, distracted for a moment from the hand being slowly shoved into her pussy. His cock was so large that it was forcing her mouth wider and wider...she felt her jaw popping, as she desperately opened her mouth to keep her teeth from touching his cock. For some reason the thought that she might touch his cock with her teeth filled her with an overwhelming sense of shame and dread. "MMMGGGG! GGGGGGGMGMMM!" She began to moan as she felt the tip of his cock - almost fully hard again - touch the back of her throat, and she began to gag. She made muffled sobs and strangling sounds as she frantically tried to pull back off his huge cock to keep from choking. Suddenly, with a wet slurp, and a sharp pain, Angie's fist plunged inside Tracy's cunt up to her wrist. Tracy's eyes went wide at the sudden pain, and the feeling of Angie's hand opening slightly inside her, and the sudden rush of pleasure that was starting to build from her throbbing cunt. She pulled forward, her pussy slurping tightly at the giggling Angie's wrist. And with a grunt, Danny shoved forward. Tracy barely had time to feel the sensation of choking as his massive cock shoved down her throat, before she felt his huge cock slide all the way down her throat, her neck stretching slightly to accommodate it. Danny let out a gasp of pleasure and surprise as his cock plunged into her mouth to the hilt, a place he'd never been able go with any girl before. Suddenly pleasure ripped through Tracy from both ends. Angie's hand plunged into her pussy, stretching it even wider than it had ever been, and Danny's massive cock in her throat, impossibly - and the last thought she had before pulsing white pleasure ripped through her tiny body was: oh my god...my throat feels like my cunt... "GGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGG!! LGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!" Tracy's tiny body spasmed and jerked around the huge objects impaling her from both ends. Her screams of pleasure were muffled and yet filled the room as the toes of her cute feet curled and her fingers clawed at the table as she bucked like an animal, her cunt clenching tightly and wetly around Angie's wrist while her throat swallowed at the cock lodged impossibly inside it. "Oh....my...god," Angie whispered. Angie's eyes had also gone wide at the scene in front of her. What was happening to Tracy's little body was impossible. Not the fisting - she'd done that before to her own girlfriends, although admittedly with a *lot* more preparation - but no girl could possibly take Danny into her throat like that without choking. Tracy's thin neck swelled around the massive member impossibly, and she could see Tracy's throat moving as she made swallowing motions. That must feel incredible for... "OH GOD," grunted Danny, "OH MY..." Danny's words trailed off into a loud, incoherent groan of pleasure as he began cumming deep inside Tracy's throat. She squealed around his cock, obviously cumming again at the warm goo spraying inside her. Angie let out a small squeal of glee of her own as Tracy's cunt suddenly began squirting out her juices in her intense orgasm, spraying around Angie's slender wrist onto the table, splashing warmly across her soft belly and dripping everywhere, filling the room even more with the smell of Tracy's sex. Finally, with a last screeching, muffled sob, Tracy went limp, pitching forward onto the table. Danny let out a choked sob as well as his softening cock began to slide out of the small girl's throat, shuddering at the sensations as the last few squirts of cum jerked out of him. He fell backwards, stumbled, and fell to the ground with a thud, then leaned dizzily against the wall, gasping for breath. It was clear that he'd never cum anything like that before. Tracy, meanwhile, fell silently forward to the table. She coughed slightly, then made a small burping noise and cum began to dribble out of her mouth, pooling in front of her. Her eyes were open just slightly, but it was quite clear that she wasn't really conscious. "Uh oh," Angie said, "I hope we didn't break her." With a dark giggle, Angie put her hand on Tracy's tight little ass and pulled her fist out of the tiny girl with a slurping pop. As she did so, a rush of Tracy's pussy juice followed and ran down her slender thighs, also pooling beneath her. The unconscious girl made a tiny moan of pleasure, as Angie's hand pulled out of her. Her small body, initially perched with her small ass thrust cutely up in the air, slowly slid forward until her hips fell to one side, gently settling to the table. Angie watched Tracy's pussy slowly close, and then smiled with evil glee as she saw that Tracy's cunt remained slightly agape. A bit more of this, and Angie wondered whether even Danny's cock would be enough to satisfy the little girl. Angie certainly wanted to find out. She suddenly realized that her nipples were so hard that they were aching, and throbbed in time with her once-more wet cunt. She realized that she was as aroused as she'd been in months. Since the little whore on the table in front of her had made them send Lauren away. A small pang of missing Lauren went through Angie's heart. She hadn't been with another girl since Lauren had left...no wonder she was so hot right now. And as much as it galled her to admit it, she found Tracy incredibly attractive. She always had - Tracy looked a little like Lauren, though much smaller and more petite and...cuter, if Angie was perfectly honest with herself. She could almost be Lauren's sister. She'd actually had a little bit of a thing for Tracy before any of that had happened - she and Lauren had joked a little about trying to lure the tiny girl over to the other team, to satisfy Angie's nastier urges with Lauren, that her girlfriend, though submissive, was too nervous to try. Angie grinned her lopsided grin, the one that made men and women alike quiver with lust for the voluptuous girl, and reached over to shut off the camera. She looked down at the naked body of the tiny girl, cum still dribbling out of her mouth. Well, she was certainly going to try those and more with Tracy now. She looked up as Danny shakily pulled himself to his feet. "You OK there, stud?" Danny nodded, dazed. "That was...amazing...I've never...I didn't know someone could *do* that!" "I wouldn't get too used to it...I'm not sure anyone but our little toy here could." Danny looked down at the girl, suddenly reevaluating his dismissal of her skinny body and small breasts. "Anyway, get your pants back on, sailor. I'll need your help to get her out of here and into my car." Danny looked up at Angie with surprise. He'd thought they were going to have their fun here and be done. But from the fire in Angie's eyes, it was clear that she was far from done with the small brunette. She pulled out her cell phone from her pants on the floor and started to pull her panties on as she tucked it under her chin. She glanced up just in time to catch Danny's look of disappointment as she grabbed her bra. "Don't worry, Danny...I think it'll be a little while before you'll be ready to go again anyway. I promised you'd get to fuck me, and though I'll admit I'm terrified of that monster between your legs, I'll keep my promise in a little whi-...Lars! Hi! Yeah, it's me. Good, you?" Angie maneuvered her huge tits back into her bra as she spoke on the phone. "Uh-huh. Nope, not the clit yet. I know...I'm still just...well, I'm so sensitive, it scares me a little...I know. Hey, listen - are you still open today? Just closing up, huh? No, that's good, actually. Can you bring your travelin' kit somewhere? Yeah...cool. I think you'll enjoy this. I'll call you with where in a few minutes. Cool. Bye." Angie slapped her phone shut with a grin, and looked down at Tracy's naked body. "Oh, this is going to be *fun*." Tracy let out a small sigh as she opened her eyes. She'd been having the strangest dream. It was horrible...and yet...it had felt so good. Tracy giggled as she realized she must still be dreaming. She felt so funny...light, and spacey, and warm and...happy... She jerked and let out a small moan at a sudden sharp pain between her legs, then giggled. The pain - though very intense - seemed very far away. It really hurt (and in a place she thought she shouldn't hurt like that) but it seemed so very far away. Almost as if it was happening to someone else. "Oh that's going to look *great*," a female voice said. "Hey...I think she's awake," a male voice responded. They seemed familiar. She turned her head towards the voices slowly. As she did, she noticed - even further away than the pain between her legs - a sharp throbbing in her tongue, and from her nipples. She let out another small whimper as all of the throbs and aches suddenly asserted themselves with a rush of pain, then were washed away by another warm wave of lassitude and bliss. Finally her eyes settled on the source of the voices. The blond girl...Angie...she knew her. And standing next to her was Danny. She knew him, too! "Hiiii...." she said, with a wide smile. She was so happy to see them. Some vague part of her mind said she shouldn't be, but that was silly. She liked that somebody she knew was with her. "Wow...she is *out* of it," Danny said, "What was that pill you gave her?" "A little cocktail my buddy mixes up," Angie said, grinning, "He calls it his superslut pill. His girlfriend *loves* it. I think it's got some x in it, and some ruffies, and some other stuff." Tracy giggled. Superslut. She was a superslut! "It leaves you all horny and suggestible and pretty much the kind of girl most guys dream about." Tracy shivered. Something about that statement felt like it should have bothered her too, but she felt so *good*. As she stared at the two of them, she suddenly realized that they were both naked. Angie's curvy body and huge tits were just a few feet away from Tracy, while Danny stood off to one side, his huge cock hard once again. Tracy smiled as she looked up at Angie, and noticed that Angie was staring at her with an obvious expression of lust, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide. Tracy looked languidly across the room, and realized vaguely that she was back in her own apartment. That surprised her for some reason, but she was happy that she was here, lying on her couch, naked. Her eyes settled on someone else in the room - a large blond man with a thick beard. He was picking something up from a box on the chair next to him - it looked like a strange copper gun of some kind. "Hi," Tracy chirped, "I'm Tracy!" He gave her a small smile, then pressed something on the gun he held. A strange whirring noise came from the device. Tracy smiled back. "What's that?" "You're sure that we are going to be OK here?" the large man rumbled, "I mean...she's not going to call the police or anything..." Tracy giggled at his thick accent. It was cute. She wondered if his cock was as big as he was. Her breath caught in a sudden rush of excitement. "Oh, trust me - by the time we're done with Tracy here, we won't have any problems. Her boyfriend won't be back for a week, and she's definitely not going to call anyone on us. She's the situation you've always wanted - a girl you can decorate how you like, and even though she wouldn't want it, she'll be stuck with it..." Suddenly, a feminine smell and a slight dip on the couch next to her made Tracy turn her head, and she found her face now inches from Angie's, as Angie had knelt down next to the couch. A funny tingle went through Tracy's body as she felt Angie's huge tits nuzzling her arm, and found herself staring into Angie's eyes - which she now realized were a greenish blue, but she could barely see the color because her pupils were so wide. Behind Angie, Danny stepped over to hover behind her and look down at them, his huge cock throbbing as he stared hungrily at the blond lesbian. The look of lust on his face was palpable. "Now the pill *I* took," Angie breathed, leaning closer to Tracy even though she was speaking to Danny, "was just pure X, straight up. So I feel *really* good. And I think I'm ready for you to stick that huge thing of yours inside me, Danny-boy, while little Tracy here continues to get decorated by Lars. As long as you don't mind if I spend a little face time with our girl here before you do me from behind." Danny made a strangled sound that made it pretty clear that he didn't mind at all. Angie licked her lips as she leaned forward. Tracy trembled as she felt Angie's warm breath blow into her mouth, and then Angie, trembling as well, lowered her lips to Tracy's. Any part of her mind that would have objected to kissing another girl was washed away by the drug, and Tracy let out a small whimper as she found herself kissing Angie back, and enjoying it tremendously. Angie's tongue gently entwined with hers, and even though there was small twinge of pain, Tracy found herself getting hot from the girl's expert lips. Angie let out a small grunt and broke the kiss. For just a moment, her expression was one of confusion, and something very different than the rage and anger she'd shown earlier. Tracy just smiled blankly up at her. Then Angie turned her head to look back at Danny with a grin. The boy had reached down and was obviously fingering Angie's pussy. Tracy could smell a familiar smell of arousal. "A little impatient are we? OK, then..." Angie pulled herself up and then leaned over, grinning down at Tracy. Her huge tits dangled down over Tracy's face as she placed her hands on the back of the couch and spread her legs. Tracy looked up at the monster orbs above her, Angie's dark nipples dangling just above Tracy's mouth. Tracy turned her head to look at the girl's shaved pussy, and could see that Angie's thighs were wet with excitement. Tracy's breath caught with excitement of her own as she saw Danny's lovely huge cock suddenly dangle between Angie's legs, and then he lifted it to the girl's wet pussy, and began to press it in. Angie let out a grunt, and then small moan of pleasure and pain as the massive cock slid inside her. "Slowly," Angie groaned, "Slowly, Danny...I'm not as stretchy as little Tracy seems to be..." Suddenly, Tracy heard the strange whirring noise from the blond man's device, and felt a tingling pain vaguely on her stomach. But her view was blocked by the huge tits dangling down over her face, as Danny's cock slid deeper into the grunting Angie's cunt. Tracy giggled, and then lifted her tongue to stroke one of the blond girl's hard nipples. Angie moaned in pleasure, and clenched her eyes tightly against the cock sliding inside her. Lars began to hum to himself, and watched the scene in front of him with fascination, though not so much as to distract him from his art. "Ungh...god...ungh! You're fucking ungh enormous!" "You sure you're OK?" Danny asked, worriedly, though it was unclear he would stop even if she wasn't, as Angie grunted loudly again at another thrust. "Nnngghh...yeah...I promised...besides..." Angie groaned and looked down at the drugged girl sucking her large nipple. "I'm gonna have little Tracy here suck all NGGH! of your cum out of me once you put it inside me. So fuck me hard Danny boy." Tracy let out a small sob and a moan of pleasure at the thought of sucking cum from Angie's cunt, as Danny began to thrust harder into the blond girl. "Hey! Trace - you here?" Craig dropped his bag with a thud, and closed the door to Tracy's apartment behind him. He'd decided to come back a couple of days early - while the camping trip had been fun, being at him with his family was always trying. And he missed his girlfriend and wanted to talk about all the...stuff that had happened the previous couple of days. He'd called a couple of minutes ago as the cab was getting close, but had just gotten her answering machine. He wondered if she was out. Though the lights were on in the living room. And Craig noticed there was an odd smell in the air. "Trace?" He walked down the little hallway and turned the corner into her living room. And stopped with a loud gasp. "Oh my god...TRACE?!" His voice was strangled as he looked at the scene in front of him. The room was a disaster - beer and liquor bottles everywhere, things strewn about. It looked like a number of people had been partying here for several days. Hard. But his eyes only barely took in the mess of the room before settling on the sight in the middle of it, the sight that had drawn forth his strangled cry. Lying on the coffee table on her back was his cute little girlfriend...or at least she'd been his cute little girlfriend a week ago. What she was now he could hardly have imagined. Tracy lay there, her slim legs spread wide and thrust into the air. They were probably spread so wide because she couldn't close them - stuffed into her pussy, her pink lips stretched impossibly wide around it, was a full two liter bottle of soda, shoved about two-thirds of the way into her cunt, with the cap pointing outwards. In her ass, similarly stretched, was an empty beer bottle. "unh...unh...unh....unh...unh..." Tracy lay there, making small moaning sounds, as her legs jerked slightly. Craig realized somewhere in his horrified mind that the repetitive noises she was making in time with her thrusts were definitely not pain - she seemed to be enjoying herself as she clenched her cunt and ass around the enormous objects filling them. He walked forward as she continued to gasp quietly, and made a small noise of horror at the other changes to Tracy's adorable little body. Her nipples had been pierced with large gold rings that lay against her sweaty breasts. Her bellybutton had also been pierced with a stud, and a quick glance downward revealed that her clit had a large stud in it as well. Her nose had a small, sparkling red heart glittering on one side. A panting gasp revealed the sparkle of a tongue stud in her mouth. Were the piercings the only alterations, that would have been bad enough, but as he looked over her small, naked body, the others were even more horrifying. Across her smooth belly above and beneath her bellybutton in bright red, cartoony letters, were emblazoned the words "Fuck Toy!". Her eyelids, closed in her grunting grimace of pleasure sported "CUM" on the left and "SLUT" on the right, and the bottoms of her pretty feet read "SPREAD ME!" in the same cartoonish red writing. Her pussy...her pussy was completely bare, and it seemed unlikely to ever again be anything but - it was clear that she had been completely depilated between her legs. That didn't mean she was without adornment there, however - a large red heart was tattooed around her cunt (presently stretched and distorted by the massive intruder inside her). Craig must have let out some sort of strangled noise again, because the small girl's eyes opened, and she giggled, then sobbed slightly, then giggled again as she looked up at her horrified boyfriend. "Oh hi Craig! Want to fuck Tracy?" Rage flooded through Craig - it was obvious that she was drugged. He opened his mouth to respond, but suddenly her eyes widened and she began to thrust her small hips rapidly at the air, the bottles jerking as she began a grunting orgasm. "UNH! UNH! UNH! UNHHHHHHHH!!" As she finished cumming, her vision seemed to clear for just a moment, and she let out a horrified, pitiful wail...and her eyes rolled back as she passed out. Craig sat down on the couch, a haunted look on his face. After Tracy had passed out (from overstimulation, he presumed) he'd knelt next to his girlfriend, trembling with horror. He'd gently pulled the bottle out of her pussy and ass - she'd shuddered and moaned in unconscious pleasure as he pulled both of them out, and the two liter bottle was followed by a rush of her pussy juice, dribbling out of her onto the table and floor. Craig stared as her stretched pussy and ass closed ever so slowly, and finally stopped with disturbingly gaping holes still present. He tried not to think about how she seemed so permanently stretched...and how he doubted his cock would even register in her ass, let alone her gaping cunt. He couldn't believe he was even thinking about that. With a growl, he bent and lifted her limp form off the coffee table. As she came away, it was clear she'd been cum on and in by multiple guys - both the table and her body and hair was crusted with it. She dangled limply in his arms as he carried her to the bathroom, laying her gently onto the floor on her side and starting the bath running. As he looked down, he groaned as he saw her ass and back - on her ass were tattooed the words "FUCK PUPPY", and there was a detailed tattoo of a dog's tail starting from the crack of her ass and winding it's way up her lovely back. Around her neck - he didn't know how he'd missed it before - was a tattooed dog collar...sure enough as he turned her over the collar joined at a gold bone-shaped tattoo that read "TRACYBITCH". Craig washed his little horribly altered girlfriend off in the bathtub. She moaned as his hands touched her nipples or pussy, and woke briefly to look up at him, then turn and vomit up an amazing amount of nothing but cum before passing out again. Craig looked at her with tears in his eyes, but just cleaned her up, dried her off, and finally put her into bed. With the blankets pulled up to cover her neck, she almost looked like the sweet girl he'd left a few days ago He'd cleaned the room up as best he could, and as he'd done so, he came across a pile of unlabeled DVDs. As he sat here now, he stared at them, then finally grabbed the remote for the DVD player, and pressed "play". Suddenly on the TV, there was Tracy. She'd already been tattooed and pierced, but she was awake...and obviously enjoying herself. She was stroking a *massive* cock with one small hand, while the other stroked a more normal sized one that was sliding between her lips. Her tiny body was bouncing up and down, and the camera slowly panned down showing her sweaty body...and then showing her pussy stretched wide around a *huge* dildo suction cupped to the coffee table. It was probably twice as thick as even the absurdly large cock that she was stroking, though still smaller than the bottle that had been in her when Craig had come home. Her wet pussy bounced up and down on it as she grunted with pleasure. "You like those cocks in your mouth, Tracy?" a girl's voice said from behind the camera. Tracy giggled, and let out a muffled "mmm-hmmm" of happiness. "How about that nice big toy we found for you? Now that our biggest cock is too small for you...you like that, don't you?" Tracy groaned in obvious agreement, and then suddenly started to grunt in orgasm as the cock in her mouth jerked and obviously started to cum. A few moments later, a male grunt came from off camera, and cum started to splatter onto her face and chest from the large cock, as Tracy squealed in pleasure. Craig pressed pause, and tried not to stare at the frozen image of his small, innocent girlfriend, in abject pleasure as one man came in her mouth, another on her small tits and chest, and an enormous dildo split her formerly tight cunt. He looked down again in horror at the pile of DVDs. They couldn't all be... Trembling, he tried another. Tracy was licking a girl's pussy as the same massive cock fucked her from behind. As she lapped at the girl's cunt (Craig could see the huge tits of the girl periodically bouncing into view of the camera, a silver nipple ring glinting as she breathed heavily in arousal), Tracy periodically made small animal noises of pleasure. A third revealed at least some of the thought behind the dog related tattoos, as Tracy knelt on the coffee table barking like a dog at the urging and laughter of the people beyond the camera. Tracy was obviously drugged at this point, and just as obviously was both crazed with lust and yet aware enough to be humiliated - tears rolled down her cheeks as she barked and whined and panted, her eyes wild with desperation at the promise of more fucking from the girl. The camera watched mercilessly as she lapped up cum dribbling from the girl's cunt onto the table, wagging her ass and whining like a dog, periodically looking back at the camera with a desperate expression, clearly begging for someone to put something inside her cunt...or ass. On and on it went - days of Tracy being used continuously, and growing more and more obviously crazed with her uncontrolled lust as it went along. Tracy screaming in pleasure as the girl shoved her arm in and out of her cunt, stretching it massively...to be replaced shortly by a male hand stretching her further. Tracy groaning with delight as she lay in the bathtub impaled on the monster dildo while guy after guy (clearly they'd had more than just the few who seemed to be the main "stars" of the film...a *lot* more*) came in and jerked off onto her, leaving her covered in cum, giggling and whimpering with lust. Two entire DVDs (at least three hours) of Tracy in the same position on the coffee table stuffed with the same dildo while guy after guy fucked her ass or mouth (as well as at least for or five different women, sometimes with cum dripping out of their cunts while they let Tracy lick them to shrieking orgasms). Finally Craig stopped, shaking...he'd barely looked at a third of the DVDs even cursorily, and couldn't imagine what the rest of them must contain. It was clear that they'd been using Tracy for days. Who had done this? They were incredibly careful not to get any faces on the DVDs, that was for sure. He couldn't believe that sweet little Tracy would have done this on her own, she must have been coerced...she was obviously drugged for much of what he'd seen as well. It took Craig a few moments to realize that though he'd turned off the TV, he was still hearing the sounds of Tracy moaning. At first he thought it was his own horrified imagination...and then suddenly he shot to his feet, realizing that the noises were in fact real, and coming from her bedroom. He ran to his girlfriend, opening the door frantically, and stopped with a small moan. Tracy had thrown the blankets off, and pulled her slender legs back as far as they could go, while propping herself up on pillows to give herself greater access. She was frantically shoving one small fist in and out of her gaping, dripping cunt, the wet squelching noises timed with her gasps. Her slim arm was soaked up to her wrist as she shoved it in and out of her cunt. At Craig's strangled sound, Tracy looked up at the door to see her boyfriend and started to cry. Her face reflected her horror at what she was doing, what she'd become...and her desperate need and arousal. She opened her mouth to speak... "Oh god...please," she sobbed, self-loathing permeating her voice, "I'm not big enough...please!" Craig stared at her as she sobbed, her fist pounding into her gaping pussy... Finally, with a groan, he stepped forward and grabbed her arm, pulling it out of her cunt with a slurping pop. Tracy shuddered and whimpered, and he could feel her trembling with need on the bed as he bent her small legs back even farther, her insanely stretched pussy gaping and gushing with pussy juice. Trembling, Craig placed his thick hand at the entrance to her cunt. Tracy sobbed loudly in desperation... Her sob turned to a shriek of pleasure as Craig shoved his thick fist into her cunt, feeling it ram against her cervix. He was - he told himself - horrified at how easily his thick arm slid into the tiny girl; as easily as his cock had slid into her tight little pussy a week (just a week?!) ago. Tracy's cunt clenched and slurped at his wrist as he thrust it in and out of her, and she came, screaming and sobbing. And somewhere in his mind, he realized that he was frantically working the buckle and buttons of his jeans, and as his rock hard cock suddenly sprang free inches from his transformed girlfriend's face, he could no longer keep from admitting to himself what he'd been fighting since he saw her. That the horrific transformation to his sweet girlfriend, that left her a deviant, tattooed slut with a gaping cunt and ass...turned him on more than anything he'd ever seen in his life. With a small sob of guilt, he let his rock-hard throbbing cock slide across her lips, his pre-cum leaving a glistening trail. Tracy's eyes sprang open in shock, and she let out a moaning sob filled with lust, relief, disgust, disbelief, need...and then with a whimper she plunged her warm mouth over Craig's cock and began to show him the skills she'd acquired from sucking uncountable cocks the last few days. Craig groaned as his girlfriend's expert mouth did its work. A mouth which till just a few days ago had never been near a cock teased him, stroked him, drove his own lust higher and higher...until finally, as Tracy began to cum herself from his plunging fist, he let out a yell and began spraying his hot cum down her throat while she squealed and swallowed in glee. Gasping from the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced, Craig started to pull away...and then felt Tracy's nails claw into his ass. Her tongue stud was doing the most incredible things with his softening cock as his hand slid out of her pussy with a slurp...and suddenly his cock was no longer softening but growing hard again. Tracy looked up at him with haunted, desperate eyes as she slurped and let out a small whimper. Craig swallowed, and shoved his fist back inside her again as she desperately worked him towards spraying more cum into her mouth, groaning as she humped his arm, desperately. Six Months Later Tracy shuddered and her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the monstrous cock filling her ass began to spray warm cum inside her, while the thick arm and wrist of the large man in front of her plunged in and out of her cunt, stretching even her massively loose cunt still wider. She shuddered and moaned in orgasm, then squealed in pleasure as the cock in her mouth began to fill her throat with delicious salty jism, while the one in her hand began to spray across her small tits. Craig watched from the side, leaning against a door as his little girlfriend came happily while being used by multiple guys. It wasn't the first time today, and certainly wouldn't be the last. The first few weeks after Craig had come home had been...difficult. Whatever had been happening to little Tracy before he'd left had been made far, far worse by the drugs she'd been on almost constantly for the few days she'd been used at her apartment. One of the drugs in that little cocktail she'd been was a "conditioning" drug - highly experimental. It was never intended to be administered for more than a few hours at a time. Tracy had proven it's effectiveness. The formerly sweet girl was left essentially addicted to cum and sex...and her stretched cunt and ass were useless to a normal cock. But she was insatiable - she could go no more than a few hours without being used somehow - the dirtier the better. Craig didn't really have much choice but to start getting her into the porn industry - it was either that or she'd be renting herself out on the streets, and she wouldn't have lasted two days that way. This way, at least there was *some* control over who she was fucking. And she was raking in money for both of them. Of course, her sweet little mind wasn't all there any more. Somewhere, deep down Craig knew chaste little Tracy was trapped in what she'd become. Every once in a while she'd curl up in a ball and sob while he held her. That almost always ended with her begging to suck his cock and have his fist inside her. Craig had had limited luck figuring out who had done this to poor Tracy, though he had managed to identify the girl who had seemingly been the ringleader, and had given Tracy the drugs that had broken her. And he'd gotten some small amount of revenge on the voluptuous, adorable lesbian. Poor Angie. He felt a little bad about what he'd done to her - what he'd *had* done. But when Tracy was sobbing in one of her more lucid moments, he had no regrets whatsoever. It wasn't any worse than what Angie had done to Tracy, after all. And after a week of being on the same drugs she'd had Tracy on, and having sex with a hundred or so guys every which way...he'd let her go. The last he'd checked on her, she was quite popular at the whorehouse in Vegas where she was the star attraction now...not surprising with the girl's amazing body, and the fact that she would pretty much do *anything* she was asked. And he suspected that the fact that she begged all of her customers to get another girl, too, and to let her lick their cum out of her cunt...well, that probably didn't hurt either. Of course, Craig usually tried to avoid admitting the *real* reason he'd taken his fury out so harshly on Angie... His cell phone vibrated, and he stepped out into the hall as the large man began to pull his arm out of Tracy, who moaned in pleasure at the sensation. "Yeah," Craig said, "...you're ready? Tomorrow? Three of them, right? OK, she'll be there. Oh yeah, I'm sure she can fit them." He turned and looked back at Tracy, catching one of those brief moments after she came where the self-loathing and horror flashed across her face - disbelief at what she'd become. Then it was gone, and she was Tiny Tracy, the little slut who could take it all, once again. Craig swallowed as he thought about what she'd be doing tomorrow. Tracy loved horses, he told himself. And the fact that they pretty much were the only animals with cocks large enough to please her...she'd certainly enjoy being mounted by them. But even Craig couldn't bring himself to believe that her love for horses extended to having her fuck three of them on stage, as he planned for her to do tomorrow. He had no doubt how hard she'd cum, but somehow he doubted she'd like herself much better afterwards. Well, hopefully after a few weeks, she'd get past it and just enjoy it. Craig swallowed, and adjusted his pants against his hard cock. Of course, the reason that he'd done what he'd done to Angie, and what he hated to admit to himself but knew to be true...was that he loved watching Tiny Tracy grow nastier and sluttier...and he even enjoyed knowing how much it horrified her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small statue..the girl with the forced and yet unforced expression of pleasure, her arms thrown wide showing *exactly* how ridiculously big "it" was. Somehow, Craig knew that this had started the whole thing. And he also was pretty sure that destroying it would...not end it, not now. But it might have, once. He'd known it that morning when he'd left, and taken it with him so she wouldn't figure it out and...change back. At the end of the day, *he'd* done this to his little girlfriend, though he didn't intend for it to go this far. And he still loved her, no matter what. Craig shoved the statue back in his pocket and looked up at the tiny girl, starting to suck on another cock. But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the slut she'd become. And she was his to use, or share, as he chose. Forever. The End