Marie clacked her high heels unsteadily on the floor. Her balance was fine, but she was trembling from trepidation as she stepped along next to her friends. This was hardly what she’d been expecting from her bachelorette party. From head to toe, not one stitch of clothing. The only things they were wearing aside from a thick layer of well-applied makeup were the heels, provided for them by the club and ridiculously long, easily over half a foot. Her toes wouldn’t have hit the ground if it wasn’t for the tall platforms under the ball of each foot. She blinked her eyes at how comfortable her friends seemed, smiling and winking at her and beckoning her to keep up as they walked out. At the mouth of the hallway, a girl was waiting for them.
“Why does she get a dress?” Marie asked, her arms crossing in front of her chest in some vague sense of modesty. The girl in front of them was a bottom-heavy pear who would have been quite short if it wasn’t for her heels, even longer and sharper than theirs. Her dress was see-through, and as she turned and beckoned for them to follow, Marie could see every jiggle and wobble of her round bottom, her internal lacy black panties riding up between her cheeks as she tossed her hair and giggled, looking back.
“Trust me, you’ll like it,” said one of her friends, laughing and pushing her shoulder. Marie had a feeling the joke was on her, but she followed anyway, not without reluctance. The giggly, jiggly secretary pear gave her the feeling that this was some sort of infection house. So she strided forward, carefully managing her steps against the ridiculous heels and barely managing a respectable pace. Her friends seemed adjusted to it as if it wasn’t their first time here, though they’d never told her about whatever this was.
The secretary opened a door, standing outside and gesturing inside. Marie squinted inside, the room was much darker than the hallway, and she could hear faint, wet sounds. Shivering, not only from the sensation of air conditioning across her body, she glanced around. Her friends were looking at her expectantly. “Look, I’m kind of getting Hostel vibes here,” she started to say before they pushed her, gently but insistently through. She blinked in the darkness, her eyes adjusting faster as they followed her in and shut the door. A second door waited for them, opening automatically. She swallowed as she heard the sound of a lock turning behind her and a hiss of air, and her eyes focused in, first on a row of holes in the wall in front of her, then gazing around to the other walls of the room.
Marie looked around, the other pears all had varying times on their clocks. Most had been here for days or weeks, and a few others had also crossed into thousands of hours like the first girl she’d seen. She looked across to the empty-holes. Several of her friends had already picked one and squatted in front of it expectantly. The clocks displayed zeroes across the board, not changing as they began to fill up with an array of dangling, thick cocks. They pressed through, some of them putting their balls through as well, bouncing heavily, the motion swaying their fist-wide cocks in lazy, repetitive circles. “Oh come on, don’t be a prude,” said Allison. “I guarantee you you’ll like it,” she said, picking her target and striding across the room smoothly,turning and winking before dropping to the ground. “Come on, it’s good for you to get it out of your system.”
The source of the noise became immediately apparent. More pears than she’d ever seen outside of news footage about infection epidemics came into view. Each of them had pressed their head to the wall, to one of the holes. Their varying heights resulted in a few different poses, but the vast majority were squatting low, their asses suspended a few inches above the ground, courtesy of the ultra-high heels. Now that she had stepped into the room proper, the sound was louder, surrounding her, and she could distinctly hear two noises. The first was the omnipresent slap of flesh-on flesh as a dozen pears clapped their asses, some squatting up and down, others swaying more gently from side to side, still others aggressively, emphatically thrusting their hips back and forth. “What the hell, Allison,” she said, as her friend giggled, crossing the room to one of the holes. Infection was all but guaranteed now–even if she could turn around and walk out, and she had a feeling that wasn’t the deal.
Taking a closer look at one of the girls near her, a ridiculously thick, bottom heavy, bronze-skinned pear with a pair of overtaxed peach-colored panties and a tramp stamp she couldn’t quite read just above her pantyline. There was a twinge of indignation–she had underwear. It took her a moment to see beneath the curtain of dark curls the girl wore her hair in, but she realized abruptly that her mouth was eagerly sucking on something, and the mostly-hidden shape resolved itself as she focused, into a thick cock that the girl was currently deep-throating to the hilt. She groaned, recoiling a half-step and glancing up. Above the girl, a red digital display was ticking every second. The lady had been here for two-thousand, three-hundred and sixty-four hours–months, squatting in front of the gloryhole.
It didn’t remain that way for long, however. As she watched, the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen slowly made its way through the hole. It stopped, circling in the air, and she could hear a faint, but deep grunt from the other side of the wall. It took a second, and some maneuvering, but it was joined by a set of fat, juicy balls that hung, bouncing slightly up and down. The walls were thin enough she could hear heavy, breathy gasps from that side. She swallowed hard, squatting down slightly. Her skin formed a pale contrast with the cock, which was much darker than her, all the way up to a slightly paler head. She told herself the only reason she was considering it was that she was in the early stages of infection, though her hips remained still as she squatted to the side, not touching, but admiring.
Marie loved her fiance, that much was not in question. She had never displayed any infidelity, and she was satisfied in all areas. But as she stared, an overwhelming sense of curiosity flooding her mind. She’d never been with a cock this large, never seen one, never touched one. Chris was fine, but this was huge, thick enough she doubted she could circle the shaft with her hands. And those balls, my god. Chris was average, these were huge and juicy, the size of her fist each, their light bouncing making them seem to thrum with virility and power. She watched, spellbound, as the cock made another revolution, and she felt herself lick her lips and gasp, unable to stop staring. Her eyes still moved, roaming across it, taking in every vein and bump in it’s surface before at last alighting again on those balls. They contracted slightly, up to the base as the cock twitched upwards again.
Before she knew what she was doing or she could talk herself out of it, she felt a need to see it at full-mast before she made her decision. Her hand landed on the shaft, her fingers taking a light and delicate touch as she stroked it once, from the base to the glans, and she felt it stiffen, dragging her hand upwards ever so slightly. She whimpered, her other hand finding the balls and cupping them. Their heavy weight overflowed her hand to either side, and it was a slight struggle to lift them. Her fingers worked in, kneading their weight, the way they were soft enough to indent with her fingers, but large and firm enough that she couldn’t squeeze in deeply. She licked her lips again as she continued to work her fingers, giving another few gentle strokes. She could swear she heard them sloshing in her grip, and her mind could only imagine how much cum was waiting in there, just for her if she wanted it.
Marie took the plunge, but still with a gentleness, doubly so when compared to the sounds she was hearing around her. Her lips brushed across his head and she whimpered again, opening her mouth. Her jaw had to stretch to nearly it’s apex to take him in. Her mouth filled up immediately, just taking in his head, and her lips circled it, tightening down automatically as she breathed in, sealing herself against it. A harsh bounce radiated through her cheeks, nearly sending her sprawling on her high heels. Taking no notice, she drew back, her lips popping off loudly, her eyes closed as she licked her tongue across, taking in thick drops of virus-laden precum directly.
The bounces began to coalesce, first her left cheek, then her right cheek. Her body was still so small, but she could already feel it growing. There was a softness, a pleasingly subtle jiggle to her once-skinny ass as she worked it from side to side. Within a minute of licking and suckling, she could feel real weight, and her heels dug into the ground, balancing on them suddenly ceasing to be a concern as she swelled. She ran her hands up and along her backside, slapping her heavy cheeks, feeling the weight of pounds of new ass cheek overwhelming her dainty, painted fingers. She whimpered, her lips sliding on automatically to the cock again, and she began to bob her head in time. Her hips would go forward, her head would go backwards, and then she would push forward, taking in inches of thick meat, to the back of her throat but not beyond it, while her ass would pop backwards, loudly clapping.
She slipped her mouth off with another satisfying pop, her bouncing becoming faster as she slid her lips and tongue along his length, making her way to his base. She planted a deep, wet kiss on the skin between his balls and his shaft, then licked in a lazy circle, distorted by the force of her bouncing ass. Her hands tightened down slightly, circling his cock more thoroughly, stroking him harder and faster as her mouth continued to kiss and lick and swirl. His balls were large enough she could nuzzle most of her face into them, and she did, feeling them thrum and bounce against her as she suckled on one, too large to fit into her mouth. Her hands found her knees, for support, as she worked her way back up, rapidly kissing her way along his cock before her tongue rolled out and she widened her mouth, eyes closed, and bobbed down onto his head. She suckled greedily for a moment before tightening her lips down further and working the length, one, two, three, four times. She felt him stiffen further, and his head lifted into the top of her mouth.
Eyes widening, Marie trailed her tongue along his pulsing cock, and some deep, buried portion of consciousness took hold as she realized that he was about to cum. She took an unsteady step backwards, her heel sliding in a sharp line as she twisted off of his cock in time to catch the sight of his thick balls lifting, squeezing and contracting as they rose to his base and then his already impossibly-stiff cock lifted even further. She watched, spellbound as his slit widened, and though she was prepared, a hand landing on the floor to support herself as she twisted away, he didn’t spurt. Instead, his cum was so thick it oozed out, each shot of it straining through his cock to his head and then slipping out, rolling out of his slit and falling to the floor. He gave another two or three spurts seemed to catch, lodged in place for a long second, and dribble out wetly, falling along the length of his cock. Below, just north of her thickening, jiggly thighs, she felt the stirring of a powerful need inside her, she could feel her pussy leaking, craving cum. This thick and potent, so strong she could smell it, she knew she would get pregnant, and a tiny pang of conscience told her she had already broken her promise to herself never to cheat. Helpless to stop the wobbling, clapping twerk of her ass, she looked to each side, and then up.
Jessica was to her side, rocking from side to side, a faint moan the only noise audible above her slurping, tight lips, her chosen cock stained with splotches of her deep red lipstick on the little surface that wasn’t taken into her mouth. Carly was on the other side of Jess, her legs spread wide and her hands perched on her knees for balance as her ass swung heavily with added pounds that were certainly new, her cheeks flushed a bright red from her rouge and contour, her cheeks collapsed in tight against her cock, her lips planted firmly around the base, her neck throbbing and pulsing, working to swallow thick, potent cum. Marie rounded back to her right and could see that Allison was deep-throating to the base of her cock, eyes closed, lids fluttering against her heavy eyeshadow. Up above, her timer had started a few minutes ago. Marie whimpered–everyone was the same, all of her friends, suckling greedily on massive cocks, and above her, her own clock looked bare in comparison. The numbers needed to be filled, she didn’t want to be left out.
She pressed back in, redoubling her efforts. She nuzzled into his balls, her lips getting lost in them as she felt them swelling up beneath her kisses, her licks and suckles. He was clearly able to cum again immediately, and she twinged inside, her pussy needily telling her to get cum, it didn’t matter how. Wobbling from side to side as she slid her stepped-back leg up, her twerking grew more frantic, a loud set of claps that sounded almost like gunshots in the space, compared to the other girls around her who had settled into a lighter rhythm. She licked upwards, collecting droplets of dripping cum with satisfaction as she worked her way up onto his head. Her tongue circled his cock, licking up along his slit, and she felt him stiffen again, almost immediately, in her mouth.
She sucked, frantically bobbing her head against his throbbing stiffness. Her lips felt stretched, but she still had room to give as he swelled up a touch further against her ministrations. She could feel herself gag slightly as she took him in further and further each time, working a few more inches into her mouth, never once stopping her needy aggressive clapping. Then, as he bloated, his cock becoming impossibly hard, she could feel his veins pulsing against her tongue, and she slid all the way forward, her lips latching around his base. In that position, she could feel the warmth as his balls rose again, lightning-fast this time as they rocketed up to his shaft, their juicy roundness pressing hard against the bottom of her jaw and chin. The first spurt of cum felt white-hot and wonderful inside of her throat, filling her up with a warmth even as it gagged her, making it impossible to breath for a few seconds. The thick, fertile seed washed down her throat, slowly, spurt by spurt as she gasped in air, just barely managing to breath. Below, she felt her womanhood stir with aching need, her pussy dripping, utterly certain in the knowledge that this would get her pregnant if it only made its way down to her womanhood.
Marie clapped her ass greedily, her lips not leaving the base of his cock. She took in one last gasp of air before her lips tightened, her cheeks flattening as she rose the tiniest half an inch, her mouth vacuum-tight against his cock, and then she slid forward, resting at his base again. Her eyes rolled upwards into her lids, her eyelashes fluttering as she sucked and clapped, sucked and clapped. Her jaw stretched as the cock grew even larger inside of her throat, filling up all the available space, and she could feel his balls bloating, pressing insistently into her chin as they rose, contracting and bouncing up to his base as they got even fatter. Below, her cheeks, heavy, now soaked in sweat, continued to rise and fall, twerking and jostling, every ripple across her bloated skin feeling like a delightful miniature orgasm, and she could think of nothing but bouncing, and suckling, and the feeling of white-hot cum washing down her throat, filling her up and bloating her further.
Above her, Marie’s timer hummed as it switched on, counting the first second.
(Reblogging this one because I accidentally goofed out a couple paragraphs. >_>)
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