Chapter #5Something is wrong... by: Dima   The light floating sensation rocks through your body as you try to anchor yourself down from the body rippling orgasm that had made it's way through your heavily pregnant body, deviously smiling and giggling from seeing those lip stick smeared orbs of milk filling breast in the bottom of your vision rising and falling to your shorten breathes as well as the sight of your tummy quivering to a contortion of Millers abs trying to relax. "Holy shit...I thought jerking it was amazing at first but..." You mumble and and lean your head back to stare up at the ceiling as small beads of milk roll down to the side of your jaw and drips off the edge and smacks against your cleavage. "That was something else, felt like my whole body was on fire and this thing!" You shout and rests your hands on your belly, surprised that the baby wasn't too bothered by the rough play let alone a rise in body temperature, or what felt like a rise in temperature.* "Was like a melting pot in my pussy!"
You shout out and rest against your bodies husbands office chair, sweat building up between and around the massive flooding ass cheeks filling in it's leather back surface, fatigued and yet still pretty energized to continue working compared to when you jerk it out with your dick when normally the great over arching sense of post cumming apathy would knock your ass out! Or worse leave you in a state of apathy that would annoy your mother or sisters in regards to chores if they needed you for something energy and physically intensive.
But that doesn't matter now as you rest and take in the bitter sweat laced air of the office while running those delicate fingers along the surface of your belly, "Well, I had my fun here guess I should get dressed and head on out?" You say while leaning forward in the seat making those leaking forms slosh and sag against your belly with a heavy tug till something else tugged against your chest out of the blue followed by a tight knot forming in your chest. "Grk, w-what the fuck?" You mumble and cross your arms over your chest before another tug made your back arch inwards, pain shooting up to your head as your vision shakes and blurs. "Grk, ooouch what's going on, am I having a heart attack!?" You shout, rising up from the chair as the leather stick to your skin and slowly peels off letting you stumble forward a bit till another tug and throb send all that wonderfully thick fat on Millers curvaceous body downwards as you drop to your knees and clutch your chest.
"Noooo w-what is this, A-am I losing control, is this heart at-erk!" *You grunt and drop to all fours, patting, and heaving as every since limb begins to grow numb even as your belly and breast hang and wobble in the air the sheering pain in your head removes any enjoyment that could be gained from the sensation, tug after tug jerking you forward as the orb slowly begins to slip out from between your heavy tits.* "W-why am I naked, w-where am I?" Your lips moved on their own as does your head as it looks up and looks around the office, "Why am I in hubby's office erk~!" Miller shouts as the orb rips itself from her chest leaving her to fall to her side and drift off to sleep.
Meanwhile, your conscious stored within the gold orb flys through the walls and phases through as though the wall wasn't an obstacle at all leaving it to zoom along the sky and over the many rows of of homes till the orb shoots downwards into the roof of your home and phases into your room where your body autonomously works on his History homework till the orb crashes and merges into your back making your old body wiggle and jerk wildly as your vision back to and your hands clap on the desk.
Silent for a moment you take in all the marvelous weight and height and power you had within your grasp and growl as it's all gone leaving you in the same frail bruised up body that still throbbed to the phantom punches of your bullies, "What....happened? I was in complete control...and I just got tossed out!?" You say,leaning back into your sea, using the time to pat the flat bored that is your chest. Hearing the chatter of your mother using her phone outside of your room and the other sounds of your sisters bickering but trying to keep it quite to avoid gaining your mothers attention as you swivel and hope of your seat. "I need to find out what went wrong, I want that body back!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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