As Melona awoke, she became intensely aware of her shirt. With every breath that she took, she could feel its fabric against her chest, gently rubbing against her nipples and her practically-nonexistent breasts. It sent an electric pleasure running throughout her body, making her writhe beneath her sheets, something that only intensified the rubbing and the pleasure it caused. Shocked at the feeling that had gripped her, Melona shot upright in bed and pulled her top off. This, as it turns out, was a mistake. The jolt that the fabric's sudden movement gave Melona was exponentially greater than anything she had felt before, and she hurled herself back into the bed, letting out a startled-yet-lustful yelp.
Melona laid in the bed for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath as she looked down at herself. She wasn't sure if she had orgasmed or not. The whole thing was over too quickly for her to tell, yet the wet heat between her legs and her diamond-hard nipples suggested that something had happened. Tentatively, she raised her hands to her chest and gave her nipples an experimental rub.
The sensation was immediate. Melona began to let out an inhuman moan as she involuntarily bucked her hips. The slightest movement of her fingers caused an almost unbearable amount of pleasure to lance through her body, making her seize and thrash on the bed. Gritting her teeth, Melona grabbed on harder to her nipples as she started to massage her chest with the heels of her hands. She couldn't tell if she was still screaming in ecstasy; her throat was raw and it felt like the world had faded away too much for her to care. Her pussy throbbed as she grew somehow wetter still. Melona was certain that she could drown somebody in her crotch right now. Gods, she needed to drown somebody in her crotch. She needed to rub her clit or get something inside of her, anything, but that would require taking her hands away from her chest. She needed to be bigger, so that there would be more of her to feel this mind-melting pleasure. Melona needed--she couldn't think of the words, and didn't care.
"More," she mouthed. "More, more, MORE!"
After what felt like hours, or maybe centuries, the ecstasy that had gripped Melona subsided. No matter how hard she grabbed at herself or rubbed herself, she couldn't wring any more pleasure from her body. As she came to, she could feel her face soaked with her own tears and drool. Her body had gotten wrapped up from her writhing, constricting herself in her pussy-soaked sheets. She let out a shuddering breath as she twitched uncontrollably.
Soon enough, rational thought began to creep into Melona's mind--
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