This hug was like any other hug, but... I felt like in heaven. He was hugging my head, but I was thinking only about one thing: COCK. I could smell it as if he was rubbing his meat against my nose and it was cumming load after load all over my face, in my nostrils, pooling in my mouth. My tits were growing as we were in this embrace, making it harder and harder to breath and my nipples were rubbing in the fabric of my shirt and the hoodie above it, stretching them to their limit. And the sweatpants were not far behind, already showing tear marks.
I push Steve away from me. I was about to jump him, to devour his cock and finally get some relief. But I managed to regain some self-control. Steve asked me something, but I didn't hear him. I wasn't really listening. I pushed him from my way and made a beelined towards the bathroom.
I closed the door behind me.
Steve: "Babe, please, whatever is happening, fight it!"
I knew he meant only the best, but he couldn't be more wrong than now. I know I could not fight it. But I think I can alleviate it. I took a glance in the mirror as I past it, the hoodie was so stretched by my growing tits it was was making it near to impossible to breath. I quickly removed it. My shirt underneath was atleast composed of a stretchier material, so I could get some respite from the constant suffocation.
I reached into our bathroom cabinet. In the back was a present I got from a friend of mine for a birthday. A dildo. It was a joke gift and it never saw any use, but now I saw use for it indeed. I needed to get off. I NEEDED IT! The question was am I going to infect Steve in the process or now. At the moment I pushed him away from me, I had already made the decision to preserve him.
I took the rubber toy in my hand, my slender fingers with their long nails wrapped around it. Some would call it comically large. But for me it was just about right in the state I was in, my cunt needing just something like this. Not the caress of a lover, but the fucking a bimbo would get. The pounding deserved by a slut. The size befitting a whore.
I planted the base of in on the slightly wet bathroom tiles. I pulled down the sweatpants and my panties down to my ankles. And with a swift motion, I took it all in. I felt the cold and damp tiles against my butt cheeks. I was never before able to take anything even remotely as big as this But my physiology was not the same. I took it with ease, sliding on it. Then I began jumping up and down on it, efforlessly, even feeling it kind of small in my vagina.
Me: "AAAAHHHhhhh."
Despite my current situation, I felt really unsatisfied. I was crawling towards orgasm, barely. But I managed to hold on. After a few minutes of gruelling work, I finally reached it.
I got up, a slimy trail of love juices connecting me to the dildo. I looked into the mirror. By hair was naturally golden blonde at this point, I had dick-sucking-lips. I barely managed to put the sweatpants. My widened hips and bigger butt made the task near impossible. But as almost everything in these past few days, I managed this impossible task aswell. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I still felt so damn horny, so needy. But I was thinking somewhat clearly. For now.
I opened the door, Steve looked at me, scared.
Me: "I... I'll leave, now. I'm going by the front door. Can you get me some clothes in a backpack, please?"