Hi, I'm Poguemahone
So this is actually an idea from my pal JestInPieces that he's kindly allowed me to use, cause I loved the sound of it. There's no actual guro to start with, but I've got some typical Poguemahone shit planned from maybe about chapter 3-4 onwards, promise. I'm not physically capable of writing a story without using the word "brain" at some point. Got to build up to it though!
There’s a flicker of light as the webcam is turned on. It’s a small room with pink walls, lit by a hanging overhead light. A bookcase filled with a mixture of textbooks and airport novels is on the right. Miscellaneous items are visible on the shelves-a hairbrush, loose coins and some sort of comic book action figure, posing heroically for the camera. Across from it lies a small bed, covered in white sheets, hastily tidied. The door out is directly across from wherever the webcam has been set up.
A teenage head pops into view. She had fiery red hair that seems wild and artless in a way that you only get with lots of care. Two emerald green eyes stare into the camera. Then the girl smiles.
“Aaaand we’re on!” she says, giggling. “Hey guys, Melissa here! It’s happening! Wooo!” Her eyes can be seen darting to her right, as if reading something just off camera, before she starts to speak again. “Wow, there’s a lot of you guys on chat, huh? Ok, I’m gonna do a quick recap in case anyone comes in who doesn’t know the deal, and to give people time to log in before we start. That cool, everyone? Yeah? Ok!” She claps her hands and rubs them together before starting her introductory remarks.
“Ok, so for those of you who don’t know, my names Melissa, I’m a sophomore student here at the University of Illinois, I’m studying history-total history nerd. Total comic nerd. Like, for real, don’t get me started. Uh, anyway…” Melissa shakes her head and laughs briefly, in such a way that her fiery hair briefly goes over her eyes before she brushes it out of the way. “I kinda have a bunch of student debts to pay off, same as most of us, right? So I thought I’d so the usual camgirl shit, get some dolla-dollas that way. But I thought I’d do it with a slight, shall we say, twist.”
As she speaks, Melissa turns her left arm around and, suddenly, it seems to twist itself into a painful, unnatural position, as though it were suddenly dislocated. She stands up and turns around, before letting her now mangled-looking arm dangle in front of the camera. It is revealed that Melissa is a healthy looking girl with a generous bust-D cups at least-wearing a black shirt that ended just beneath her belly button, and stylishly tattered pair of cut-off jeans that left most of her bare legs exposed. Her face throughout all of this remains calm. In fact, as she holds her arm that way and reads the chat log, her freckled face suddenly breaks out into a huge grin.
“Oh, come on, you guys, don’t act so horrified.” Says the redhead, rolling her eyes. “Unless you didn’t read my bio, I guess? In which case… learn to read, haha!” Her arm fixes itself in a mere second, and Melissa winks at the camera.
“So…yeah!” she says cheerfully, cocking her head sideways. “I kinda have this condition called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.” The medical term rolls off her tongue with a practiced ease, without emotion. “Before everyone freaks out, I totally lucked out and got a mutated version. None of the really bad downsides, but I have kept some of the interesting parts, like hyper mobile limbs and…”
Melissa casually pulls on her cheek, causing it to stretch out far longer than a normal human’s. Her tongue waggles out of her mouth as she laughs a wet laugh. The college girl tries to talk through this, only for her words to come out in an unintelligible mush. So she lets it go, and it snaps back into place almost like elastic.
“… Hyper-elastic skin. Pretty cool, huh?” she says, crouching down so that her face was closer to the webcam. Melissa stretches the skin of her forearm about four inches, holding it there casually as another demonstration as se continues to talk. “I can do all sorts of neat stuff, with so many different parts of my body. Yup… “ At this point the redhead gives the camera a sultry look, eyes half lidded as she licks her lips. “And that’s where you guys come in. I’ve got a list of pledge goals on my bio page. If you meet them, I’ll treat you all to what I can really get up to when I’m feeling up for it.” She lets go of the skin of her arm, and it snaps back into place. So if you wanna see my go wild, all you need to do is-oh, look!”
A pinging noise interrupts the red head mid flow. She laughs and cheers.
“$10 straight off the bat from YOLO. Thanks, YOLO!” she says. “That’s for a look at me licking my elbows. Which is easy! Seriously, I do this at parties all the time.” And true to her word, Melissa pulls the trick off with the greatest of east. She pulls her elbow so far back it’s practically next to her face, before she starts to lick at the joint like it was an ice cream cone, closing her eyes sensually and going quiet.
It’s not long during this performance that another ping is heard. By the time Melissa checks on her off-camera laptop, another ping sounds through the room. Then another.
“Woah, woah, calm down guys!” laughs Melissa, eyes wide. “I wasn’t expecting THIS much interest! Shit, let me reread those stretch goals…”
A couple more pings can be heard as her green eyes move left and right, scanning the unseen text. Her face, while still generally happy, does freeze a little as she reads. Her lips move, as if speaking to herself, but her words are inaudible.
“Oookaaaay…heh, some of those are a little crazy, but unless you guys have crazy money on you I think we can forget about those.” She says to the camera. Again, she freezes. “Oh, don’t take that as a challenge. Some of those are just jokes, really, haha…hah…” she trails off in thought, as another ping is heard. Her eyes snap to the right, then back to the camera.
“Okay! Let’s get some of these out of the way! First off…oh, another easy one.” Melissa curls her left hand into a tight fist. She has small, delicate looking hands, which was just as well considering what she is about to do. The teenager opens her mouth up-wide at first, then really wide, before moving her fist towards her gaping maw. Red lips slip over her fingers before they disappear from view. There is a moment of brief resistance as her knuckles push against her teeth. Melissa’s eyes flick towards the cameras and widen, her brow waggling like she’s an old vaudevillian performing a comedy routine.
Then, after a sharp push, in goes her entire fist, down past the knuckles and to the wrist. Melissa holds this pose for a good half a minute, filling the time by waving to the camera and even trying to push it down further, although going by the silly faces she pulls, her efforts are clearly more in a joking sort of way than a serious attempt. Her nose flares wide as she takes heavy breaths, her mouth being somewhat occupied. Drool can be seen dribbling down her forearm, Eventually, her fist is slowly pulled out again, covered in saliva. Melissa moves her jaw about as if checking to see it’s OK, before breaking out into another one of her infectious grins.
“Ta-daaa! I bet you all liked that one, huh?” she asks the chat. She stops to answer some questions. “Anon asks ‘Has that come in useful in the past?’ Well, one time at my friends birthday party she had this crazy cake-like, custom made-and I tried to eat my slice in one go for a joke-“ Melissa pauses and furrows her brow, stroking a chin with her finger. “Oooooh, I don’t think that’s what you meant, is it Anon? Well, the answer is…maybe!” she laughs, before reading another question.
“Okaaay…Dolan Turmp asks “OMG can u dislocate your jaw”. You know, the truth is I’ve never tried to. My mouth can open that far without having to do anything super-freaky like that. Maybe we can find out together! Oh yeah, forgot to say actually-“ Melissa’s face goes back into that neutral look she seems to put on when talking about her syndrome-“One of the side effects of my condition is brittle bones. I’ve broken, like, way too many in my life. Especially when I started, uh , experimenting. So, just something to bear in mind I guess!” She grins and shrugs in a C’est la vie kind of way, before choosing another reward.
“Ooh, something that any old girl can do-take my shirt off!” she says. The redhead giggles again, this time perhaps somewhat nervously, pulling on the collar and teasing it slowly upwards. The black shirt is soon in a heap on the floor. Her bra is, again, black, and the chat apparently comments on this. “Hey, black is cool. Don’t diss my fashion taste, OK?” complains Melissa, pouting. “I think I suit it-don’t you all?” she cups her bra in her hands, or at least as much of it as she can, before squeezing her cleavage together. There is a veritable volley of pings at this point. At first the girl laughs, letting her hands go so that her breasts bounce back to their natural position. Then she looks right again and does some quick mental math.
“Holy shit-triple digits already? You guys are amazing! Thank you, thank you so much!” She claps her hands, clearly excited. “Ok, jonnyboy1 is asking “Do you have a boyfriend?” She looks right into the camera and smiles deviously. “Oh, wouldn’t you all like to know. Haha, come on johnnyboy1, a girl has to have some secrets! Now, next on the list-oh, shit, I hear something-“
There is indeed a muted sort of thud, followed by a voice. Melissa’s eyes go wide, and she holds up a hand to the camera. Then she quickly reaches down and picks up her discarded black shirt, and throws it over the camera. Now nothing can be seen, but Melissa clearly greets someone by the name of Vicky. Two voices can be heard speaking for a while, Melissa’s cheery tone fading as if she was moving away from the camera. The newcomer sounds equally cheerful, and while the exact words are hard to decipher, it’s clear that they are both being very friendly to each other.
It’s about ten minutes later that the camera’s vision is finally restored, revealing the familiar redhead once more, crouching down in front of the camera. The way she’s crouching gives the viewer a very agreeable shot of her cleavage; it’s not clear if she means this or not.
“Sorry guys, sorry sorry sorry!” she says, smiling bashfully. “That was my roommate. Wasn’t expecting her back so soon. She doesn’t know about, well, you guys. Haha.” Melissa laughs nervously, then claps her hands together,. “So, sit-rep” she says, her voice lowering in volume, “she’s kinda floating around the apartment right now doing god knows what, so I miiiight try to keep things a little quiet for a bit. I’ll do a couple more goals before calling it a night. That OK with you guys?” she stops and reads the chat for a moment, waiting for the replies to come in. She smiles and nods her head. “Great. Thanks guys! OK, let me just get this one out of the way.”
Her hands start to undo the buttons on her cut-off jeans. Once she’s done, the girl turns around. Melissa’s small, pert butt starts to shake as she slowly pull her shorts down, revealing a pair of cotton panties that are, of course, jet black. Once the jeans have traveled down her legs and reached her bare feet, she kicks them off, sending them hurtling over to the far side of the room. She turns around again.
“Hmm…gimme a moment here guys. Time to relocate.”
Melissa bends down again. The camera shakes as it’s moved from whatever low vantage point it was previously in to another angle-a cabinet beside the bed. The redhead kneels down on it, now clad only in her underwear, and motions with a finger for the viewer’s attention. Her right arm suddenly contracts and folds in such a way that it’s completely hidden behind her back-in a certain light, it’s almost as if she had no arm at all. She does the same for her other arm, turning her into a sort of Venus de Milo in the flesh. She smiles and moves her body around, which makes it more clear that her arms are merely folded behind her.
Then, she tucks her legs behind herself so that they’re stretching out in an arc, her torso held up by her own hips. She flexes herself in such a way that her legs are completely hidden from the camera’s gaze. Her body shakes, her core working overtime with the effort of keeping her upright-her abdominal muscles are clearly visible beneath the taut skin of her belly. She smiles at the camera, looking for all the world like a quadruple amputee.
“Ah, this feels so weird.” Says the college girl, torso squirming. “I feel so vulnerable…” Occasionally a glimpse of elbow or thigh can be seen, but the effect is rather convincing if the viewer goes with it. And judging from the fresh wave of pinging sounds, it appears as though her viewers are in fact going along with it. She laughs at this, wiggling with glee.
After a minute or so, Melissa changes her pose. Her arms come back out again, stretching out wide. Then her head starts to move backwards. Slowly but surely it starts to also disappear from view. They are helped down along the way by her feet, which emerge above her rapidly descending hairline and plant themselves firmly on top. The effect, when she has cranked her neck as low as it can go, is of an upper torso missing its head. Although her face can’t be seen, Melissa’s delight in her trick is still evident.
“Okay, I think I’m gonna-eep!”
Melissa gives in and collapses onto the bed, head limbs springing into view again like coiled springs.
“Oh man, that one’s a bit of a workout!” she says, and indeed there are little beads of sweat on her bare skin. Melissa gets back onto her hands and knees before crawling to the edge of the bed, reading the chat for a bit.
“Ok guys, thank you all so much for tonight, but I think I’m gonna call it. Just one last little show for all of you watching. Don’t worry, I am definitely going to be back after tonight, I’ll let you all know when!”
Melissa positions herself so that she’s kneeling down with her back to the camera, legs spread far apart. She leans forward so that her head and hands are making contact with the soft covers of her bed, leaving her ass as the sole focus of the camera. She makes sure to slowly wiggle it back and forth before continuing. Slowly, Melissa tarts to bend her upper torso between her legs. Her arms snake between her legs and reach up towards her ass, her slight fingers digging into the supple flesh there as she drags the rest of herself between her thighs. She doesn’t stop until her face is pressing up against her black panties. The redhead seems content to simply rub her face against the cloth, taking loud sniffs. The view is of course obscured by her own ginger head, but from the way she drags her head up and down, it is apparent that the girl is even licking the rapidly dampening garments.
“Mmm… this is definitely one of my favourite things to do. But something’s in the way…”
Melissa gently takes a bite of her panties and starts to move her head back down the way, peeling her underwear off as she goes. It’s not a completely smooth action, and occasionally she has to use her hands to help the process along. But she makes slow and steady progress. Her asshole is revealed to the camera, and it seems to clench instinctively. A casual look at it shows that it already has a small natural gape to it.
When her panties go down past her pussy, Melissa stops and returns her head to her crotch, a little lower this time to give the camera a better view. Using her hands, she spreads herself, and again it seems apparent that she’s definitely stretchy down there as well, the labia offering no resistance whatsoever. She’s clearly aroused, fluids dripping from the inviting passage. Taking her hands away and moving her head towards it, he flexible teenager gives her womanhood an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose into the soft wet folds, breathing deeply of her own scent.
“Oh my god, I want to drown myself in my own snatch…” she says, clearly intoxicated by her own lust, although she was self-aware enough to at least laugh at the silliness of her last statement. She hangs her head backwards so that it’s facing the camera upside down, her ginger hair flowing downwards. “Ok guys, I wasn’t going to do this yet, but I really really want to show you all something special, so-“
There is a knock on the door.
“Mel, are you talking to someone in there?” says a voice. Melissa practically explodes out of her curled form back into a normal position.
“I-I’m on the phone!” she yells, desperately. “Don’t come in! I’m indecent!”
“Ah….the phone. Sure, Mel.” Replied her roommate through the door. “Well when you’re done, ahem, using the phone, I’ve made some cookies if you want any. Get ‘em while they’re hot.”
“Ok. Uh. Thanks!” says Melissa, as cheerfully as she can manage. When she’s sure that her cookie-making roommate has retreated, she lets out a long sigh. Then she laughs, lying there panting on her bed.
“Phew! Close one, eh?” she says, turning her head towards the camera. She smiles deviously. “Such a shame for you guys. I guess if you wanna see some real stretchy action…you gotta tune in next time.” She sits up and slides her panties back up around her crotch, before moving towards her laptop. Her eyes go wild.
“Holy shiiiiit that’s a lot of money. Man, I’ve got a lot of rewards to fulfill now…” she strokes her chin thoughtfully. “Let’s see, we’ve got dildo play, eating myself out, nipple play…lots of fun stuff to work through. Hmm…How about I make a fresh start tomorrow night? “ she says, smiling at the camera. “Yeah, sounds good to me. See you guys tomorrow!”
Melissa reaches a hand towards the camera. It switches off.
I check Gurochan everyday just to see your and JIP's stories, they're just right up my alley. Great buildup! God, I love this story already.
Contorting herself into a quad amputee. God, that's hot as fuck.
I'm living this already. Can't wait for the next update.
Yes! What a great start. I cant wait to read more, especially the later chapters that you described. Keep up the great work!
You're all very kind, thank you!>>10503
That was one of JIP's many ideas that I'm going to be working through for this story. I'm glad you liked it!
A slow start but it make me feel even more impatient to read the rest of the story. In fact even if it was only a vanilla reotica story, I would feel like reading this story: Melissa is adorable. But as if it was not enought it's Poguemahone's story 🎆🎉🎆, many crazy sex will happen.
It must have been about 10 in the morning when the apartment buzzer went off. It didn’t quite get Melissa out of her bed straight away, but the sound of her roommate answering the door woke her up a bit. She listened as the door shut and then braced herself as the door to her room opened.
“For you, sleepy head.” Said Vic, standing in the doorway holding a small cardboard box. The dozing redhead blinked her eyes open and rubbed them clean, but stayed in her vertical position.
“Thanks.” She mumbled, smiling at her roomie, before frowning. “Wait, are you dressed already? Jeez, I’m not getting out of bed till like 12.” Vic was indeed fully dressed-she was wearing a fashionable black skirt and long sleeved white shirt, both of which looked like they cost more money than Melissa would normally earn in a month. Well, before her latest project started at any rate. Her dark-brown hair had been done up into her trademark chopstick bun.
“Some of us take our classes seriously.” Replied the Asian girl, walking into the room and placing the box on the drawers by the bed. “Late night?”
“Eh, sort of.” Answered Melissa, hoping that Vic wouldn’t notice her blush. “Think I’ll just keep snoozing for now though. You enjoy seizing the day.”
“See you later, Mel. Oh, what did you order, if I can ask?”
“Oh, just laptop stuff. New mic.” Said Mel, waving a hand dismissively. Vic nodded, satisfied with this answer.
“Alright, sure. Sweet dreams, my hard little worker.”
With that, Vic shut the door and left the apartment. Melissa sat up and grabbed at the box on the bedside drawers. It was indeed the new mic she had ordered. She had made more money than she had planned on, so why not put some of that towards making the actual cam show better? Of course, depending on what her eager viewers suggested, there might be additional production costs. She only had the one actual toy, after all, and that might not cut it if the current rate of interest kept up.
Well, she was up now. Time to grab a shower, have something to eat, watch some cartoons…and then prepare for tonight. Mel smiled to herself as she got out of bed, rubbing her eyes again. Last night was just a warmup. Tonight she really got to work.
When the video starts, Melissa face is right there, filling up the whole screen. Her green eyes light as she sees that the camera is on. She grins, and asks if the chat can hear her, if the video is working, and so on. When they confirm that everything is fine she nods happily. Then she starts to move backwards, and as her upper body comes into view it becomes clear that she’s sitting down backwards in a wheeled, office style chair, which obscures everything down from her chin. Her arms rest on the edge of the chair rest, and she leans her head lazily on its side.
“What’s uuuuuuup, my peeps?” she says, waving a hand. “We excited for tonight? We’ve got a lot to get through so I’ll try and just, you know, blast through a lot of this stuff. But there is one thing I thought off when I was passing my roommate’s room, and I just had to show you guys! So she’s a big old nerd with a big old nerdy computer, and she uses this chair for it.” Melissa pats the chair with her hand. “And I had this cool idea…”
Melissa starts to shimmy away further from the camera, revealing her legs as they push her around the floor. They’re facing away from her, feet pointing 180 degrees in the opposite direction from her face. The sly teen waits a few moments for this to sink in before smirking for the camera.
“Surprise!” she says. Then she spins around on the pivot so that the chair does a full rotation. As the chair turns, it is revealed that her upper body has twisted itself in such a way that she’s facing backwards as the rest of her body faces forwards. Her middrift is fully exposed, as it turns out that Mel is only in her underwear. This means that her spine can be seen visibly flexing around, with the area between her chest and her hips contorted to the side in a way that looks unnervingly unnatural. The camera gets a good view of her torso as she spins in a circle, legs extended behind her, before she completes a full spin.
“Pre-tay cool, huh?” she says, obviously pleased with her own creativity. “Hang on, let me give you all a better view.” She re-positions herself on the chair so that her upper body is facing the camera while the rest of her sits backwards, her ass to the camera. Mel places her hands on her firm cheeks, her index fingers slipping under the black panties obscuring the rest of her butt. She starts to spread her cheeks, very slowly, until just a hint of her asshole is visible peeking around the edges of her underwear. Then she lets go and smiles.
“We’ll get to that fun stuff later!” she says. Her upper body spins around until she’s facing the “right” way around again, and she reshuffles herself until she’s sat in her chair in a way that most human beings would consider normal. “OK, then, let’s do this. Let’s see what we got.” Mel starts to read from her laptop again, biting her lower lip as she does so. “Mmmhmm, yes, think I might as well go straight for that. Ok, guys. Good news is, I’m taking my clothes of for you all!”
Mel gets to work stripping herself of her remaining clothes. Her bra s unhooked and launched underarm-style onto her bed. Her breasts are pale and rounded, her pink nipples and areola appearing unusually large on her body. Then she slides her panties off. The way the camera is positioned gives the viewer a perfect view of her crotch as she drags the garments off of her legs and up over her feet, after which they join their fellow underwear on the bed. Mel sits naked on the chair, legs still mostly together but with her hands on her thighs, tracing circles in a way that betrays her excitement.
“Hmph, I felt like such such a cam girl there.” Said Melissa. “I mean don’t get me wrong, love to all the camgirls in the world. But I’m hoping to put on something a bit wilder, you know? Something crazy. I mean I’ve got the body for it, might as well, right?” She stares off into her laptop for a minute, letting the chat reply to her. She laughs. “Oh, you guys are so sweet. I’m so happy you’re all here for this.” There was a ping, and the redheaded teen laughed even louder. “The money helps, haha! Thanks!”
Melissa spreads her legs. Given her flexibility this is no small statement-she easily hooks them up behind her head as her upper body leans forward, completely exposing her pussy and ass to the camera. Her fingers drum on her inner thighs as she addresses the camera.
“Ok, class, before we begin, anyone have any questions or small requests?” she asks. It’s not long before she has a few to read out. “Memphis_boy asks “how stretchy are your pussy lips?”. Well that’s a good question, MB! Let me show you.”
Today’s theme is: What can I fit inside myself?” she says. She hooks her fingers inside herself and spreads her pussy. It easily stretches outwards, showing off her elasticity and the warm, wet depths of her hole. “The answers may surprise you! Let’s start with a favourite.” Mel withdraws one hand from her folds but keeps the other one there, and starts to insert more fingers, impatiently mashing her hand into her twat. Given her stretchy nature, it’s not long before the cheeky redhead has fit her fist inside her slit.
“Ah we all remember our first fist” she says, sighing happily. “I was so proud of myself.” Her happy look is directed at the camera, and morphs into her familiar smirk. “To think I was so happy to settle for just one.” Her second had flies down and once again, Mel starts to force her fingers inside herself. Whereas most women would have been struggling to find space and spent considerable time and effort exerting themselves, this pussy is all too happy to cede ground and expand around the invading digits. Mel still grunts with pleasure at the feeling, and a bead of sweat forms on her forehead, but considering she was double-fisting herself, the lack of effort was startling.
“Hah...yeah, this was a much prouder moment for me.” She says, looking directly at the camera when her hands are stuck securely inside of herself. She moves them in and out a little, producing wet slurping noises that compliment her occasional heavy breath, and of course the newly started up wave of soft ‘pings’ from the laptop as viewers rushed to donate to her page. “Oh wait, I can’t scroll down the chat like this. Gimme a minute.” Mel moves her hips to wiggle her chair forwards and angles her elbow towards the unseen laptop. A tongue sticks out of her mouth as she concentrates on the task at hand, swearing as she messes up, before eventually succeeding.
“Ah, yes, this works. Hmm… Cloud182 asks “can u fist ur womb”. Nice and direct, I like it!” Reads Mel, smiling at the camera. “Well, Cloud, yes and no. It’s actually not really possible for a girl to go that deep on herself. Yes, even me, and yes I have tried, thank you. Buuuuut…” Mel winks at the camera and shakes her head. “Well, you can find out soon! Ok, let’s see what other weird ideas you guys gave me-oh, please, really? Well, you did pay for it…”
Mel withdraws her fists at once with a splash, and for a very brief window her pussy is gaped for all to see, like an invisible tennis ball had been shoved up her hole. But she quickly unfolds herself from her exposed position and moves away from the camera to rummage about underneath her bed for a bit, throwing old magazines and dvd cases around as she searched for her prize. When she does eventually return, Mellissa is holding what is unmistakably a bright red dildo, about 10 inches long and around 3 inches wide.
“So, confession time-oh wait, you guys are upset! Oh no!” Mel puts on a sad face as she leans over to read the comment. “My pussy was gaping open and I didn’t show it off… oh no… you poor little guys.” She starts to wipe away tears that are 100% imaginary. “A bloo bloo bloo. Haha. Guys, trust me, there’s no part of me you won’t be seeing by the end of this, ok? Let me just get some of these easy ones out of the way.” Mel sits back down spread legged on the chair, revealing a vagina that has returned to a somewhat normal shape.
“Anyway, as I was saying! Yeah, I don’t really use dildos that much. Honestly.” She pauses for effect as a hand circles around the head of the toy, eyes reading the chat. “No, really. No bullshit. I prefer being creative, you know? A girl like me can do weird and wonderful things If she has imagination.” Mel nevertheless places the tip of the dildo on her labia and begins to massage it, teasing it inside herself slowly, until the head disappears from view. The new 10 minutes or so are devoted mostly to the toy, with occasional interruptions from Mel to read whatever chat comments she finds funny at the time.
“babekilla asks “if regular dildos bore you, have you thought about horse dildos? P.S loving your videos so far you absolute babe.” Awww, thanks babekilla! Wait, does that mean you want to kill me?” The masturbating redhead ponders this for a moment before shaking her head and returning to the point at hand. “Uh, anyway: The answer is sort of? I live with a roommate, you know? I don’t mind if she finds a dildo, we all do it. But a horse shaped one might invite some awkward questions. But it’s a nice idea… “ as she talks, a small bulge can be seen just under her belly button, pressing upwards. She pats it with her spare hand.
“Ah, I must have pushed past my cervix without realising.” She says, nonchalantly. “It happens sometimes. I’ll show you all later. Let’s keep going… ah, anal play, eh?” continues the redhead. “Hmm, only got the one dildo on me I’m afraid, and it’s currently in use.” She pushes the red toy further into herself for emphasis. “What to do, what to do… “
Melissa rubs her chin, staring off into the distance in apparent thought. Meanwhile, her left foot lifts itself off the floor and planted itself between her legs. She bounces it up and down, still not looking at it, and eventually she turns the toes inwards, towards herself, twisting her foot beyond a normal human’s capacity. Her other foot also raises itself up in a similar fashion, joining its counterpart between her legs. The redhead starts to raise herself slightly up in her chair, tucking her legs in further and further, manipulating her body until eventually, she’s sitting on her own feet in twisty take on an Indian sitting position, toes resting against her anus.
Due to the position of the camera, it’s a little hard to make out exactly what was going on. One look at the growing smile and pink blush on the face of Melissa is enough to tip off that she’s planning something very dirty. It’s not immediately apparent, but sooner or later it’s clear that there’s at least a few toes tucked inside her asshole. It’s only now that the stretchy teen addresses the situation, turning to face the camera and raising a sultry brow.
“Bet you’ve never seen a girl do this before, right?” she says, knowing the answer full well. The fresh salvo of beeps from the laptop signifies that this trick is going down very well with her audience. Rather than try to force her feet in any deeper, Mel instead goes sideways. Her rectum is pulled apart like elastic as she moves her feet back and forth, toes hooked inside herself. She continues to do this for a while before eventually reaching her hands down and giving her feet a little help, pushing them in further until they’re ankle deep, at which point she stops.
“OK, that’s enough for now. Time for something else that I’ve been eyeing up for a while.”
Mel drags herself towards her desk with her hands, feet still stuck up her own ass, then roots through the drawers for a while until she produces two normal pens. She holds them up to the camera like a magician showing a prop to an audience before being used for a trick. Then, slowly, she brings the two pens towards her nipples.
“So, this is something I’ve only done once or twice during my little, uh, home experiments” says Mel, tapping the tips of the pens against her perky nipples as she talks. The taps go from light and brief to longer and heavier, before morphing into sustained rubs, the points jagging into the flesh. Then, suddenly, the metallic tips disappeared inside.
“Ooh, that always feels strange.” Mutters Melissa, almost inaudibly. Both pens were now inside her tits. She lets go of them, and for a few seconds they hang down from her breasts, still attached, until gravity takes over and the slide out, landing somewhere in amidst the chaotic scenes happening around her waist. Laughing, the redhead fishes around down there for them.
“Wow, this chair might need washed after this.” She says as she feels around for the stay pens. “Hope Vic doesn’t notice, haha. Oh, probably shouldn’t say her name. Oh well!”
Retrieving the pens again, Mel goes to pop them back in before stopping. She moves her chair closer to the camera, showing off her nipples. They both have a small but still very noticeable gape. She traces them with her fingers, but her digits are still a little too big to fit in right now. Frowning, the teen gets to work with the pens, shoving them in roughly and moving them in circular motions, trying to create more room.
“Come on…that’s it…” she says, visibly flustered. She moves herself up and down, working both the dildo in her pussy and of course the extremities in her ass. Moaning and groaning as she gets into it, Mel suddenly gasps, and all at once she seems to unfold like a structurally insecure origami figure. The dildo is pushed further inside herself while, at the same time, her feet fly out of her anus. This proves to be so disorienting for poor Melissa that she topples off of her chair with a startled yelp, limbs going everywhere like a rag doll. There is a brief moment of silence before she clambers back up into view, laughing.
“Hah, that was scary!” she says to the camera, looking somewhat out of breathe. She checks herself over for any damage before continuing. “OK, cool, no broken bones. Got lucky. I’m kinda fragile, cause of…oh, shoot.”
Melissa regards her own chest. She must have landed directly on it, because the pens that were previously tip-deep inside her nipples had now been forced in more than halfway up their length. Mel’s lips purse and gasp as she regards the strange intrusions into her body, and she cannot help but put her hands to her breasts and squeeze, feeling out the hard bodies.
“Oh…so…this wasn’t part of the plan” she says, simply. One hand tries to pull the alien object out of its new home, but some sort of resistance prevents it. A few more tugs meet a similar end. Frowning, the college girl taps out a frustrated rhythm on her tits as she thinks on how to proceed. Then she clicks her fingers and rushes over to her bedside drawers. She comes back over to the camera and sits down. In her hands are a pair of tweezers.
“Yes, this should do.” She says. She grabs one pen in its grip and tugs, but again there is little movement. She inches the tweezers downwards and then, with some force, digs the ends down inside her nipples about a third of the way in, before clamping them shut again. This time, when she pulls, the stuck pen moves backwards, until eventually it’s free. Her nipple is now gaping open, a site that once again sets off the beeps from the laptop. When she’s done removing the other pen, Melissa sighs and wipes her brow.
“Phew. That was a trip to the doctors I did not want to make.” She says, laughing now that it was done. She flicks at her gaping nipples with one hand, before gasping. “Oh hey,this would be a good shot for you guys! Let me show you the goods now!”
Mel gets back onto the chair and spreads her legs for the camera, and makes sure to use her hands to show herself off as fully as possible, holding her labia and pulling to the side. Her pussy is now as wide as it was before during that brief, teasing glimpse post-fisting, but now it was on full display. Her cervix is also visibly open, meaning that technically speaking viewers could see the inside of her womb, although it was too dark to make out much of it. Her asshole was just as wide even without assistance from her hands, red-rimmed and hungry looking. And rounding off the display, Mel’s nipples stayed gaped by about half an inch. She had never been so open in her life.
The redhead smiles as she reads the chat and hears the sweet, sweet sound of donations coming in. “Oh, thank you all so much!” she says, squirming happily in her chair, legs high above her head. “I think this is a nice place to call it though. Same time next time, ok?”
The thoroughly gaped Melissa says her final goodbyes before leaning forward. The camera goes black.
Not quite guro yet, but we're getting there. I'd expect it by maybe chapter four, although anyone who likes my work will know that things will take an extreme turn before we start busting out internal organs.
Comments always welcome!
Woops forgot to put my name to that. Yes it was me, haha.
Ooo yes! You're getting there with the stretches! Bonus points for nipplefuck, yes?
where did you post your other stuff, this shit is great.
I've never really done nipplefucking for some reason. I will correct this grievous error. >>10953
All my stuff is here-make sure to toggle the filters for them to be visible! http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin
I just discover your story and this is amazing, awesome story ^^
I wonder if guro is really needed... may be you can find a way for mel to not have permanent wound, regeneration? That would be to bad to lost such a nice girl ^^
Anyway, great story, I can't wait to see the next chapter!!
The good news is I have so far never killed a named character, even if they really logically should have died. So we won't be losing Mel anytime soon :)
Loved it. To be honest, you could probably have left off the username and people would've still known it was you and not JIP, for instance. You have a very distinctive writing style that's very different from other authors.
Definitely looking forward to coming chapters. =)
Glad you like it! And haha I'd say I'm pretty similar to JIP writing wise but if you say so! :)
I have two super secret new projects coming along along with this story. Without giving much away, there's gonna be stuff that I've not really touched yet in them. Exciting times ahead.
An interesting original idea.
But for the criticism, I would say that you should not explain everything in the beginning, but incorporate introduction and explanation why she is so stretchy and limitations into the story itself.
So far the story is not getting too extreme so I guess there is some room left for next chapter.
This story must not dispear. Can't wait for the next chapter ^^
I really like your other stories but this one is easily my favorite. Keep up the good work!
Personally I disagree. I much rather have the author lay out why the character can do things that they can do at the beginning, rather than along the way.
Otherwise, it feels like the story would give off a tone of "oh this character can do this now because this thing. Oh also now this character can do this now because of another previously unexplained thing." Like adding on to the character's ability as if they were just glued on as time goes instead of having an established character.
It is not how it feels, if the story is made well.
and in the good story character is newer established.
If I wrote this story I would start it with Melisa doing something like taking a pencil from her nipple as some magic trick. And when observers ask who does she do that she could also explain her condition with examples, that way explanation itself turns into the story which actually fun to read.
Reading all that stuff about her student debts and medical diagnosis is quite waste of time as it is not much related to the story.
So instead of putting that in front they would be better used as fillers later.
Thanks for the critique Onix. I get what you're saying, no one wants to read clunky exposition during their fapfics. But without wanting to sound overly defensive: is there really much difference between what I've done, i.e explaining first then getting to it, and what you're proposing, which is doing it and then explaining it to the reader after? To me it seems much of a muchness.
I do think that having Mel flat out state up front that she's doing it to pay of debts is something that could be changed or improved on, perhaps leaving it more ambiguous as to why she's putting on her little shows.
Hope you can enjoy the other chapters to come!
Yes, you are right after all.
The problem was That I did not understood what she was doing in the beginning.
this kind of content is pretty hard to imagine from the text when you do not have pictures :)
I am waiting for the next chapter too.
I can lick my elbows! Maybe I should camgirl... xD
It was about eight in the evening, with rain softly pattering against the windows of the apartment. Outside it was fairly chilly, but it was reasonably warm in doors at least, which meant that Vic could get away with wearing a red t-shirt and gym shorts as she sat hunched over her desk. She was beginning to feel her temples throb as she stared blankly at the presentation she had been writing up. There was a presentation due in the next fortnight, and she wasn’t one of those people who would wait until the last minute and then cram it. Oh no, not Vicky. Not that she was being judgemental. After all, she did know a certain someone who did exactly that. She shared an apartment with her, actually.
Taking another sip of tea, the black-haired girl sighed and leaned back on her chair, patting her thighs with her hands as she thought. Not only did she have this presentation to do, but she had volunteer work up in the office to do for her CV, plus she had to deal with an even more difficult problem: an invitation to a classmate’s 21st birthday party. Vic was not one to go out and get hammered. Or, to be honest, to go out at all. She was here to study, not party, after all. Sometimes she wondered if anyone else but her really understood that.
There was a loud hoot of laughter from another room. Melissa, no doubt watching TV, or browsing the internet, or reading a comic. Anything other than study, basically. Not that she was stupid or anthing-Vic knew that Mel was very knowledgeable about history, specifically Medieval history. She could rattle off all the monarchs of England, or about famous battles and events right off the top of her head. Vic would have to ask what her secret was. If Mel knew a way to learn without ever actually having to read or work at all, then Vic wanted in. Then again, what would she even do with all that spare time? Probably find more work to do...
The doorbell rang, and Vic realized she had been staring at the same page now for five minutes. She shook her head, trying to summon up some willpower so that she could power through and really get this section over with. As she typed out some thoughts, she became aware of a rather delicious aroma wafting in from the hallway outside. After the door shut, she called out.
“Is that pizza?” she asked. The door to her room opened, revealing a very happy looking Mel holding a ludicrously large pizza box
“It’s not just pizza, Vic. It’s a LOT of pizza.” Said the grinning redhead, opening the box a little and revealing the cheesy contents within. Vic felt her stomach grumble at the sight, and apparently Mel heard it as well. “Awww, does my hard widdle worker want a slice?”
“There is literally zero chance that you finish that by yourself. It’s way too big for you.” Said Vic. Mel giggled at this, looking away for a second and muttering something. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing.” Said Mel, before turning around. “Well, if you do want some, I’ll be on the sofa. Go on, live a little, have some pizza with me!” Vic went to reply, before getting a good look at her roommate now that there wasn’t a gigantic pizza getting in the way. . She was wearing a very loose white shirt, hanging off of her right shoulder. There was no visible bra strap, and she didn’t seem to be wearing any shorts of pants, either, judging by the flashes of flesh Vic could see as Mel walked off with her dinner.
When she was gone, Vic rotated on her chair and stared for the 100th time at page 1 of her presentation. She tapped on the keys for a few minutes, sighed, and then folded the laptop screen down. Getting up, she walked into the apartment’s living room. The TV was on and Mel was flicking through the channels at warp speed, trying to find a movie she could watch. Vic moved around the sofa and sat down on the left hand side.
“You win. But only because I’m hungry after smelling that thing.” Said Vic, picking up a slice. “Besides, I’d hate to see this going to waste. How much did this even cost?” she asked, taking a bite. Mel laughed, eventually settling on some 90’s feel-good film and helping herself to a slice.
“Oh, er, about seventeen dollars or something. I dunno. I was hungry.” Shrugged Mel, nearly causing the Asian girl beside her to choke on a piece of salami. “Hey, it’s good though, right? Nothing wrong with being good to yourself.”
“Yeah, if you can afford it. Do you even have a job?”
“Uh, working on it.” Said Mel, biting her lip and suddenly getting very interested in what was going on in the movie.
“You always say that.”
“Well, I am!” The redhead pouted. “You’ll see. OK job talk can go in the trashcan, we’re meant to be relaxing, remember?” She sidled up the couch until her shoulder was pressing up against Vic, and she rubbed her head against the taller girls own shoulder. “This is the comfy-zone now. No stress allowed.”
Seeing that resistance was futile, Vic felt herself relax into the sofa and her muscles starting to lose a bit of tension. Looking down, however, made her tense up almost immediately. Mel wasn’t wearing a bra, and her shirt was so loose that her boobs were pretty much on full display from Vic’s current seated position. It wasn’t like it was anything Vic hadn’t seen before, but something about getting a peak without Mel knowing made it seem so much more erotic than usual.
“This movie is so corny, isn’t it?” said Mel, who had thankfully not taken her eyes of the screen.
“Yeah, totally.” Replied Vic, who was doing the exact opposite. Craning her head slowly, she tried to get a better angle. The more she looked, the more she was convinced that her roommate was completely naked underneath that shirt. Vic let her mind wander for a moment, imagining herself snaking an arm down inside the collar of her friend’s shirt, fingers brushing over those well-formed breasts, before traveling further south...
Woah, where did that come from? Thought Vic, shaking her head and looking away. Bad thoughts. Bad. She turned to a slice of pizza to distract her, and chewed meditatively on the crust. She knew Mel was single, but Vic didn’t really ask about personal details like orientation and such. Hell she mostly didn’t even think about that kinda stuff. Until recently. Maybe there was just something in the air. Or maybe Mel was just an attractive, friendly young girl wearing just a t-shirt and sitting so close that Vic could feel that wonderful body-heat coming from her-
“Uh, Vic? Your chewing on your finger.”
Vic slowly took her finger out of her mouth. Her roommate was staring at her, bemused.
“Geez, you’ve been so out of it today.” She said, cocking her head. “Oh, wait, I get it…”
“Hah, you can’t fool me!” Mel rubbed her head up and down Vic’s arm, smiling knowingly. “You’re stressed out over studying! You need to go out more, you know? Hey, why don’t you go to Ashley’s birthday party tomorrow? Get hammered for once!”
“Hmm…are you going?”
“Oh, I have stuff to study for, you know?” said the redhead quickly, waving a hand. “But you should go and say hi on my behalf. Just a suggestion.” She stood up and moved towards the exit. “Oh wow that was a lot of pizza. I’m away to do my best to digest that bad boy.”
“I’ve no idea how you manage to pack so much into you.” Laughed Vic from the spot on the couch. Mel said nothing, giggling with a strange look on her face, before turning to leave, giving one last flash of ass.When she was sure that her roommate wasn’t going to come back into the room, Vic’s right hand flew down her skirt and panties. She bit her lip and tried not to make too much noise as she wrestled with her thoughts. Mel hadn’t always been this sexy.
Something had changed, she was sure. Her left hand stated to rub against her bra as she imagined herself just whipping that ugly old t-shirt right off of off that shapely body. Maybe Mel would be cool with a little casual nudity around the house? How do you propose something like that without blowing your cover though? The pace of the rubbing increased. Fuck cover. For all she knew Mel was teasing her anyway, maybe she wanted this, wanted to drive her roommate crazy with every stupid sexy step she took-
A door creaked open. Mel stuck her head back into the living room.
“Oh by the way, we need more kitchen roll-hey, are you ok?”
“YES.” Said Vic, whose hands were above her head like she was surrendering to someone, eyes wide and beads of sweat dribbling down her face. Mel stared at her, doubtfully, as Vic tried to make her post look natural. Eventually the pale redhead retreated out of the room. Sighing and relaxing, the Asian girl wiped her forehead with a hand. She’d just have to be patient, it seemed…
The camera turns on. It’s in a different position from the last sessions, facing more onto the bed this time. Mel is to the side, crouching down and typing into the laptop and making her final checks. She is wearing a simple bra and panties, both a dark green. Eventually she stands up and flops onto the bed, spinning around until she’s on her belly facing the camera, resting her cheeks on her hands.
“Hey guys!” she says, smiling. “How are we all today?” The chat starts to beep as her viewers exchange their own greetings, and the first five or so minutes consist of pleasant conversation, with Mel airing petty grievances about her day and even finding time for some brief comic book chat. But everyone is here for one reason, and eventually Mel repositions herself so that she is lying on her back facing the camera. Her fingers slip undernearth the green fabric as she talks.
“So, today we’re gonna get through some real freak-ay stuff.” She says, lolling her head on a pillow as her fingers moved about. “I’ll be honest: I’ve been waiting for today since I first started this.” Her spare hand moved underneath her bra, and Mel moans as she continues to work on her arousal. “I hope you guys are ready for it. Because-mmm-I am so ready.” This continues for a few minutes, the ginger girl gently masturbating on camera for her attentive audience. When her fingers emerge from her underwear they are slicked in her juices, and after sitting up she makes sure to lick her digits clean.
When Mel takes off her bra, her nipples are both rock hard and, after close inspection, slightly open. The gaping has gone down since last time she was on camera, but it’s still noticeable. Mel pinches them right at the base, squeezing them and watching as the tiny hole opens and closes at her ministrations.
“They look hungry, don’t they?” she says. “Like tiny little mouths. Well don’t worry, my little pups. Momma’s here for you both.” Mel cradles her boobs in her arms like babies, before dissolving into laughter. “Haha, sorry everyone, that was really dumb. I’ll get back to them later though.”
Her panties are next to go, flung over her shoulder without a second glance. Mel scoots over to the edge of the bed and lifts her legs up so that they’re behind her head, which seems to be her favoured position for her cam-work. Much like hr tits, there are noticeable gapes in both of her holes. Her ass in particular seems like a small round pit, and she fingers it immediately as if sensing a gap to be filled.
“So, this next request is something I’ve been getting since day one, and since you met the stretch goal target for it, like, days ago, I think we should just get to the good stuff, yeah?” Mel says, looking as excited about things as her viewers probably were. Her pale face is lit up with the grin of a kid on Christmas morning as her hands descend below, pulling at her labia and giving her cunt a few warm up stretches. In a familiar and practiced way, Mel works towards fisting herself, working her fingers in one at a time before curing her hand up and shoving it inside her waiting pussy. It takes a few minutes less than previous attempts, and it does not go unnoticed.
“Wow, this really is getting easier since I started doing these vids.” Says Mel as she starts to work in her other hand. Her previously pale face is now getting redder as she reflects on this. “I wonder if there’s any long term consequences to any of this?” she asks herself. Her reflection lasts less than a few seconds. “Oh who cares, I’m way to fucking horny to care. Let’s do this, gang!”
Her hands retract, although her fingertips still linger so that she may pull herself open. Inside of her, the cervix is clearly visible. This has been done before. What she does next is new. Concentrating, she starts to squirm and push, sweat forming on her brow. Her cervix descends downwards. As it moves closer and closer to her entrance, one hand disappears inside of herself, blocking the view of what’s going on.
“Hold on, I’ve got this.” She says, panting. “Just need to hook this in…there!”
Mel’s hand moves down now, quickly. As it exits her pussy, something comes with it: a pink and fleshy thing, like a sock. Mel laughs as she lets go, collapsing back onto the bed and spreading her legs to give the camera a good look.
“Ta-daaaaa!” she says, her arms moving up until the air and waving around even as she continued to pant and stare at the ceiling. “Everyone, meet my womb! Say hi!” There is an onslaught of beeps and dings as the chat collectively lose their shit. A few drops of a sticky-looking liquid excretes from the prolapsed womb as it hangs there, just off the edge of the bed, going down about five or six inches. Mel soon sits up and immediately tends to her exposed reproductive organ, clasping it in her hands with a visible shudder.
“Oooh, you guys have no idea how sensitive this is.” She says. “Heh, obviously. Show of hands for those in the chat to have done this before! No one? Hehe, thought so!” She strokes her pink walls as she talks, gently and with great care, treating it like a delicate little kitten. She stares off-camera as questions start to come in. “Hey Dolan Turmp, I’m fine thanks! Do I do this often? Well I wouldn’t say often, but I do it every couple weeks or so. When I think no one’s gonna barge in, haha. Wouldn’t that be awkward!” Mel laughs as she continues to tickle her prolapse. “Cloud182 asks: “is this how u can fist ur womb, can u fst it ples”. Finding it hard to type with one hand, champ? Haha, just joshing you. I can do that for you, sweetie!”
Positioning her womb so that it’s lying against her crotch and facing up towards her face, Mel’s right hand moves down over her cervix, and she rubs her finger along the entrance. Any pretence of going nice and gentle with what is usually an impossible task is quickly shattered, as the horny college girls shoves not one but two fingers inside her most feminine organ.
“Oh, this is going to be so hard to do…” says Mel, dramatically bringing her left hand to her head like a fainting aristocrat. “Oh my, how can I ever even-naah this is easy.” She stretches and flexes the fingers of her right hand to emphasise how unnaturally stretchy her cervix is-it parts easily as her fore and index finger made a v-shape, opening and closing like a fish’s mouth. Soon she starts to slide her other fingers inside, stabilising the pink tube with her left hand so she can start really forcing her digits inside. After fiddling her thumb inside, Mel gives one final push, and her hand disappears entirely.
“Done! Another goal of the list then: fisting my womb. Hope you’re happy, Cloud!” says the redhead, still pumping her wrist up and down. Despite her casual ways, it’s obvious that Mel is extremely turned on by her actions. The usual playfulness is making way, second by second, to a baser attitude, something only hinted at in her previous shows. She lolls her had back, rolling it around as she continues to stretch out her womb. Suddenly Mel gasps and pulls her hand out. She half-quells a yelp as she cums, trembling at the force of it all before collapsing back onto her bed.
“Phew…haha…that owned.” She says, through tired breaths. “Man, I dunno what it is today but I am so in the mood today.” Mel rises, sitting up and taking stock of her prolapsed hole. The cervix stays open by about 4 inches or so. She goes to touch it then retracts her hand.
“Actually, let’s give my tired little pussy some time to recover, OK? Let’s change course.” Her hands move up, brushing over her nipples as she looks down at then lovingly. Her fingers start to circle the stiff flesh there, ordinarily so taut and small, but now open to her advances in a very literal sense. Mel prods them with her index fingers, alternating between right and left, each one pushing in harder and deeper than the last.
“Which one’s gonna give first? Right or left? Place your bets, everyone!” Mel says, as the pace of her finger-thrusting quickens. In the event, there’s only time for a few votes from the chat before her right finger slips in all the way to the second knuckle. Instead of pushing her other finger in to match its counterpart, Mel brings her hand over to her right nipple, tracing around her half-buried digit. She side-eyes the camera and waggles her eyebrows; she’s clearly just had an idea. Sticking her tongue out, Mel starts trying to push her left finger inside as well. The one inside her tit starts to move with great vigour-not just up and down, but also twisting and turning, trying to create space.
“Mmph…I’ve kinda not done this before?” says Mel, as she works at abusing her right nipple. “But I’m sure I can…aha!”
Sure enough, the tip of her finger squeezes inside. Keeping the momentum going, the hyper-stretchy history student bites on her lip as she continued to force her finger down, her two hands linking together and working in tandem as she fingerfucks her own tit. Eventually she bottoms out. All she can do then is pull her fingers apart in separate directions, stretching her nipple out even more.
“It feels so weird in here.” Says Mel. She watches as a bump appears and disappears underneath her skin as she waggles her digits about inside. Making sure the camera gets a good long shot of this, she eventually-and with a certain degree of difficulty-retracts her fingers. The result is one nipple on her left with a tiny little hole, and one with a massive gape, big enough for a coin to fit into.
“Hah, I kinda like this. Assymtertical. Very arty.” Says the redhead, scooting closer to the edge of the bed and leaning forward to give everyone a good look. “But that was just a breather. We’ve still got so much to do! Let’s see…” Her wet fingers move off camera as she scrolls through her list of kinky goals. “Wow, we’ve come a long way, guys. Massive thank you to everyone for watching and especially those of you donating!” Mel kisses the air and winks before returning to her goals. “Ahh….I should have done that one earlier. Oh well, I can do it now I guess-“
Mel pauses as she hears something, and her body tenses up for several seconds. Then she relaxes.
“Oh, it’s just our neighbours.” She says, visible exhaling and letting that tension go. She laughs. “For a second there I thought Vic. My roommate. She’s out with friends all night, unless she flakes out like a total wuss.” She pauses. “Actually that’s pretty possible. Oh well, hope she doesn’t!” As she talks, her fingers snake over the skin of her stomach and move towards their next target. Mel spreads her legs, but rather than moving down back over her exposed womb, the stop just north over the entrance of a different hole.
“Ok, so…” begins Mel, as she tries to make her urethra move visible. “People have been asking if I ever do stuff with my pee-hole. Or if it can stretch at all. So honestly, the answer to the first question is “not really”, cause you know…” she shakes her hips, causing the pink sock beneath her hands to wobble. “Kind of my preferred option down there, you know? But as the second point: really?” she says, looking somewhat annoyed with her chat. “You guys are still acting all sceptical? How many times do I have to tell you all…”
Her fingers hook inwards with sudden force. Mel somehow manages to keep her expression of mild disapproval as she stretches her urethra out by a couple of inches, before slipping a finger inside of it.
“Show some more faith in my, yeah?” says Mel, smiling as she works her finger around. “This hole’s kinda shallow compared to my pussy. Or my ass. Hell I reckon my tits had more room, really….hmm, Anon is asking if I can do the same to my bladder as what I’ve done to my womb. Huh.” She looks down at her inverted womb, shaking ir around some more, before looking up at the camera. “Do we want to see that, folks? Do you want to see me prolapse my bladder?” The chat starts to bleep its support for this motion. “Well…tough! Cause it’s not in the stretch goal list! Hahaha!”
Mel whips her finger out, her uretha staying a little gaped but nowhere near the extent of her other holes. Without thinking, the horny student sniffs her fingers and makes a face.
“Eww, not my best move that. Hang on, I’m gonna go wash my hands. I don’t want to get my laptop all gross.” She stands up and trots off out of the room, her womb still dangling in between her legs as she exits. When she’s done, Mel jumps back onto the bed and winces.
“Ooo, I just landed on myself!” she says, a little theatrically, adjusting the pink flesh between herself and rubbing it, sucking air between her teeth. “Ooh, now I know how guys feel.” She starts to curl up on the bed, moving her face closer to her apparently injured part. Her head turns to the camera, and Mel brings her hand up to her face.“Hmm….maybe I’ll try to kiss it better?” she stage whispers, licking her lips before turning back towards herself.
Her form contracts, twists and coils into a wreathing mass of flesh atop the white bed-sheets. When the girl finally settles into a shape, she is on her back upside down, her head nuzzling the dangling pink flesh that still sprouts from her cunt. The redhead rubs her cheek against it, cooing softly. Her tongue darts out and licks the shiny walls. If the normally chatty girl has anything clever to say, she keeps it to herself for now; it appears for the first time as if she has forgotten about the camera as she fellates her prolapse, kissing and licking it, making her way up towards the gaping cervix.
There is a cacophonous symphony of noises coming from the chat at this point, and the volume only seems to increase the minute Mel takes her womb inside her mouth. If she hears anything, she gives no sign of acknowledgement, continuing to pleasure herself. Mel takes more and more of herself inside, pushing her ass towards herself. As she does so, her hands suddenly appear as if from nowhere and begin to work her asshole, fingers once more delving deep inside herself. At times she lets her womb fall out of her mouth as she concentrates fully on fisting herself, or perhaps just to give herself a break.
Given her natural stretchiness, it’s not long before her forearm is buried inside herself. Resuming her autocunilingus turned full on fellatio, Mel wastes no time in forcing her other hand in there as well, sliding her other hand up and down and trying her best to accommodate both of her fists. The rim of her butt is now bright red and obscenely stretched around her forearms, which are about halfway inside. At the same time, Mel starts to work her tongue inside her cervix. It proves difficult since her arms are occupied, but she gives it a try all the same, straining her neck upwards towards her crotch and trying to give the inside of her womb a good tongue-bathing.
When she’s sure that both of her hands are firm inside her rectum, Mel starts on the finale of the show. Her arms start to retreat from their hidey hole, and she makes no attempt to be gentle about it. She practically drags her arms out, and suppresses her moans and screams by stuffing her throat with her prolapse again. This time her nose actually presses against her labia she goes so deep. When her arms do finally come out, they take something with them, something long and red still wrapped tightly around them until eventually her arms free themselves with a loud, wet pop. Her ruined asshole has now also been prolapsed, the red tube hanging out and dangling on top of Mel’s hair. She shudders violently as she comes again, and it appears as though she actually bites down on herself in the processes.
Then the lights come on.
“Mel?” says a voice. “Are you…HOLY SHIT WHAT?!” There is a muffled scream from Mel as she springs out of her coiled shape, sending various bodily fluids everywhere. Something collides with the camera; it spins off somewhere, landing on it’s side. The last thing we see before the feed dies is an open door, looking like a trapdoor due to the camera’s position, and a single shocked face.
It's back! Inching towards the more extreme content now. Things from now on are gonna go from just "x-rated camshow" to "what are you doing this seems very unhealthy"
Superbe CHapter, I look forward for the next part ^^
Love it, especially the womb, urethra, and nipple play. Definitely looking forward to seeing if Mel prolapses her bladder. You might also be able to do some stuff with Mel's milk ducts.
Can't wait for the next chapter. =)
> It's back! Inching towards the more extreme content now. Things from now on are gonna go from just "x-rated camshow" to "what are you doing this seems very unhealthy"
I'd say it's already been there a while, but hey. I'm happy just so long as Melissa is.
> It's back! Inching towards the more extreme content now. Things from now on are gonna go from just "x-rated camshow" to "what are you doing this seems very unhealthy"
I'd say it's already been there a while, but hey. I'm happy just so long as Melissa is.
Haha suppose that's true, I guess my perspective is off cause I know what I have lined up for her. And don't worry, Mel will love every moment of it.
dam, your stories are cool but a bit hard to understand since they have some extremely original action which does not just come in mind immediately.
I think I will have to read it again when I will be in the more aroused mood with better imagination. :)
If you don't mind suggestions for other parts you could use more tools and objects than just hands since it kinda gets boring that way
and you could even include inflation fetish here or pretending to be pregnant and give birth on camera to some doll or animal.
Hah, hope you enjoy it more on a reread :) And suggestions are always welcome! Future updates (not necessarily the next one) will include tools of some sort, without giving too much away. Animals may or may not also come into play.
Any idea how long the wait between chapters will be this time?
Couldn't tell you, I'm afraid. I'm currently working on an update to an HF story I've not posted on here cause there's no planed guro in it and I'd feel bad posting it here (check out Melatonin on hentai foundy if you're all curious! It has game of thrones and a lot of horses in it)
I'll also just tell the chat now, cause I've been weighing this up for months: was very very close to writing a story called "Celebrity Snuff Magazine", that would have actual honest to god no-takebacks death in it (consensual and painless of course, but still). But I'm touch and go over whether I'd actually write it out...
PLUS there's my furaffinty/mlp stories that again, I don't post on here cause they're very different in content from my Poguemahone stuff.
tl;dr don't be expecting a new chapter anytime soon, sorry. But who knows? I like this story after all, might just write it out on a whim
There is something I would like to see in a story about a stretchy girl. It's a fetish I have only seen once in this doujinshi. https://exhentai.org/g/1035649/648f21a076/
The bartholin and skene glands are more likely candidates for insertions than the milk ducts (at least they are visible), and a septuple penetration like the one depicted in that doujinshi is hot as hell. Might be worth a try.
Another great chapter! Curious to see what role the roommate ends up taking in this. I was super excited when you brought nipple fucking into this. Oh and your GoT story with the horses is great too. Looks like you have several stories your are hoping between. I understand that, gotta go where the creative process takes you. I'll be patiently waiting for updates to any more of your stories.
Also I have started to write a couple of my own stories in the non-lethal genre since reading your material, but not being a writer, i am a bit shy about posting. That and I know i need to add some more detail to a few scenes. Just wanted to let you know you have inspired someone to write some messy short stories.
Very hot read, thanks for sharing. Certainly never seen that before! Hadn't even considered that for my own story. Hmm...I'll think about it though>>11666
Glad you liked it, and that's really lovely to hear you've been inspired to give writing a chance! You're right to add detail before posting, don't rush it and post it when you think you've done all you could. Looking forward to it! :)
Certainly, it's worth the try.
An hour spent writing is worth ten spent reading, and a hundred spent thinking. To become a good writer, you must read, but it is by far more important to write.
Love your stories. Can't wait for an update to this one.
Love the story! After reading the Demon Hunters story and another extreme fisting story here some time ago I have been looking for more of the same stuff.>>11665
Ah, that's one of my favorites.
If you haven't already, check out Ahemaru. Draws really wack stuff kinda related. Love the rare ovary play. Not a fan about the birthing though.
Maybe you can find some inspiration if you wanna go even deeper.
What other fisting story have you read besides Demon Hunters?
What other fisting story have you read besides Demon Hunters?
I think it was 'Extreme Holiday Sluts".
Poguemahone: Sorry for talking about other stories in your thread. There are too few stories like this so I felt it was relevant.
Looking forward to the next chapter!