YourNaughtyPet - Hobbyist, Writer | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Popcorn (BE, AE)

This short story contains fetish material dealing particularly with expansion during masturbation. Please take this into consideration and leave before you otherwise offend yourself. If you're offended by the idea of being offended at this potentially offensive piece, then read on and enjoy! - - - She knows what would happen if she does it. It happens every time. But she feels the warmth, feels the overwhelming all-compassing heat of stimulative sensation. It envelopes her, consumes her, fuels her need to propel herself to new levels of completion. She is already naked, the time is now. Her fingers drift onto her loins, and she toys with herself, her eager section that pulses and feels ready. The seed atop it full of coiled nerve endings that are ready to be unshucked and frisked. She touches and it melts, becoming rigid and moistened by the hull of her sex. The sensations slowly overcome her being and as she unsheaths and rubs at herself, the seed of her ecstasy slowly sprouting and her body starting to tense and become fuller. Her breasts plumping and filling with the pressure of need, her ass swelling and rounding out, her stomach becomes tense and her diaphragm hiccoughs. She feels her pussy puff up and press perfectly around her dancing digits, her yearning and aching becoming secondary as her curves pop another stage, blossoming forth with an expression of rapid release. She moans and sighs, bursts of exclamation that eject themselves from her as she orgasms again and again, her nipples tense and full, her breasts behind them full and heaving, jumping forward with every new bulge of her being. She inhales and gasps out another sharp shout, feeling every small jostle as her curves groan and pop larger again. Each ass cheek is a balloon, each breast a turbulent swollen milk sac. Her nipples strive to be longer and harder than anything they ever became before. She is a mass of circles, the circles her mass. She has popped into fullness and she now can relax, having surpassed her whole being of self-love and acceptance and become cloudy and full in her blossoming. Her mind relaxes and she settles again into a kernel of relief, a pocket of potential, slowly unclouding as the process begins anew...