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Vivian DuCharme found herself in the back corner of an old curiosity shop one rainy afternoon. The air smelled of dust and aged wood and something faintly metallic. On a small pedestal draped in dark velvet rested a meteorite no larger than her fist. Its surface was dark and irregular, marked with thin lines that shimmered with a faint inner light when the overhead bulb caught them at certain angles. The shopkeeper watched her with quiet interest as she picked it up. The stone was warm against her palm, almost pulsing, and a strange pull settled low in her belly. She paid without bargaining and carried the small box home through the rain, the weight of it oddly comforting in her bag. That night she placed the meteorite on her nightstand and went to bed. Sleep came quickly, and with it the dream. She was on her large brown leather couch in the living room, reclining against one arm, legs spread wide. She wore a black pleated mini skirt hiked up around her hips and black high heels. Her large breasts were bare, rising and falling with quick breaths. In her right hand she held a thick realistic dildo, its veined surface already glistening. She rubbed the head slowly along her slit, parting her plump lips, coating the toy with her wetness. The leather creaked softly beneath her as she shifted. She pressed the head to her entrance and pushed, gasping as the thick shaft stretched her open. Inch by inch it slid in, her pussy gripping it tightly, wet squelching sounds filling the room with each thrust. Her left hand rested on her thigh, holding herself open. She fucked herself with steady deep strokes, the head hitting her cervix with every push, her juices dripping down the shaft and onto the leather. Her moans grew louder as pleasure built, her large breasts bouncing, nipples hard. She squeezed one breast, the pressure sending sparks through her. As she pushed the dildo especially deep, the sensation changed. The toy grew warmer, pulsing with a strange living heat. The pressure intensified, stretching her in a new way that was intensely pleasurable. It felt as though the shaft was extending further, pushing past her cervix into her womb with a deep, filling sensation that blended perfectly with the dildo fucking. A wave of heat spread through her core. The presence settled deep into her womb with a final throbbing pulse that triggered her orgasm. Her pussy clenched hard around the thick length, juices squirting out around it in hot spurts, her body arching and shaking on the leather. The couch stuck to her sweaty skin as she came, the wet sounds of her release mixing with her cries. The deep presence inside her pulsed gently, a warm heavy fullness. She woke the next morning sweating, her pussy pulsing and dripping onto the sheets. The meteorite on the nightstand caught the light, its veins slightly more visible, but she dismissed it as dream residue. Her body felt sensitive, her breasts tender, her pussy lips swollen and slick. She showered and went to work, trying to push the strange dream away. That night the dreams changed. In the new dream she was again on the leather couch in the black pleated mini skirt and black heels, legs spread. This time there was no dildo. Instead a deep pressure built inside her and began sliding slowly downward through her pussy. The stretching was intense and deliberate, her vaginal walls parting around something thick and alive. Wet squelching sounds came from deep within as her juices flowed. Her pussy lips gradually spread apart, the dripping inner slit becoming visible. Then the glossy pink head of a cock emerged at her entrance, pushing the lips wider, the head flaring as it crowned. With a wet schlorp it slid out further, thickening and stiffening, rising upward toward her belly. Pre cum leaked from the tip and dripped down the veiny shaft. In the dream her hand moved from her thigh to her breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple. Milk beaded and sprayed. Her eyes half closed in pleasure, her mouth open in a moan, her head tilting back. The cock grew thicker and longer, standing stiff against her belly. Pleasure built until she woke gasping, her real pussy pulsing and dripping heavily, the sheets soaked beneath her. This happened night after night. Each dream showed the cock emerging a little further, the growth slower and more detailed, the schlorp louder, the pre cum flowing more freely. In one dream the head flared wide as it emerged, veins pulsing prominently on the glossy surface. In another the shaft thickened so much it stretched her entrance to its limit before the schlorp freed it. Always she woke just as it reached full erect size, frustrated and aching with hunger, her fingers sliding into her dripping pussy but never enough. During the day the changes grew harder to ignore. Her breasts felt heavier. One afternoon at work milk leaked from her nipples, soaking her blouse. She excused herself to the bathroom stall, locked the door, hiked up her skirt, and slid two fingers into her dripping pussy. The wet squelching was loud in the small space. As her fingers moved inside her vagina the deep presence in her womb writhed, sending intense pleasure waves through her body. Her legs shook, her pussy gushed around her fingers, and orgasm crashed over her hard and sudden. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her moan, her body shuddering against the stall wall until the waves finally eased. She cleaned up, changed her blouse, and called out from work for the next several days. The first day off she changed into the black pleated mini skirt and black heels and went straight to the leather couch. She lay back, legs spread, and pressed the thick realistic dildo to her entrance. It slid in with a long wet squelch, stretching her fully. She fucked herself with deep thrusts, the leather creaking and sticking to her skin. As arousal built milk began to leak from her nipples, then spray when she squeezed her breasts. The white streams landed on her belly and mixed with sweat and juices. She came hard, pussy clenching, juices squirting around the dildo, milk spraying from both nipples. But the hunger did not fade. She kept going, changing angles, grinding down, the internal presence making every thrust richer and more addictive. The wet sounds of the dildo plunging in and out, the drip of milk and juices onto leather, her continuous moans filled the room for hours. She came again and again, the couch growing heavily stained, her skin sticky, the hunger only sharpening. The following days followed the same pattern but with rising intensity. Her milk production increased dramatically. Her breasts grew larger and heavier, aching if not relieved often. She began each couch session by squeezing her nipples, watching streams arc out, but during fucking the arousal caused even more to flow, soaking her torso and the leather beneath her. The sessions lasted longer. She would fuck herself for an hour, cum multiple times, nap briefly on the messy couch, then wake and start again. The internal presence remained a constant warm throb that amplified every sensation. The hunger evolved into a constant craving for the slow emergence she experienced in the dreams. She began to wear the black pleated mini skirt and heels almost every day at home, the outfit feeling right against her changing body. By the end of the second week her breasts were significantly larger, the milk richer and more abundant. She had to stay home almost entirely. Any attempt to return to work ended quickly when the distraction and leaking became impossible to manage. The days blurred into cycles of intense couch sessions, minimal meals, and the vivid dreams at night. Each dream showed the cock growth progressing further, the slow slide and stretch more sensual, her dream self moving her hand to her breasts earlier, squeezing and pinching while milk sprayed, her expressions of pleasure more abandoned, eyes half closed or rolling back, mouth open wide in continuous moaning. She woke each morning sweating and dripping, the hunger deeper. One evening as the third week drew to a close she lay on the leather couch in the black pleated mini skirt hiked up around her waist and the black heels. Her large breasts were bare and heavy with milk, nipples already beading. She had not brought the dildo. The hunger throbbed deep in her core. She spread her legs wide, one hand resting on her thigh. The deep internal presence began to move. It started with a slow intense pressure sliding down her pussy from deep inside. The stretching sensations were overwhelming, her vaginal walls parting gradually around the thick mass, wet squelching sounds coming from her core as her juices eased the way. The pressure built with deliberate sensual slowness, filling her awareness completely. Her pussy lips gradually spread apart, the dripping slit opening wider. Then the glossy pink head of the cock appeared at the entrance, pushing the lips further apart, the head forming and flaring. With a wet schlorp the head slid free, followed by the shaft emerging inch by inch, thickening visibly, the surface becoming glossy and veined, the color deepening to rich pink red. The cock grew stiffer and longer, rising upward toward her belly in a smooth arc, the weight of it resting against her skin. Pre cum leaked steadily from the tip, dripping down the veiny shaft and onto her stomach in clear streams. Vivian's eyes fluttered half closed in pleasure, her mouth opening in a long moan that grew louder as the growth continued. The cock thickened further, veins standing out prominently on the glossy surface, the head flaring wider, the entire length becoming substantial and erect, standing tall against her belly. Her hand moved slowly from her thigh to her large breast, cupping and squeezing the heavy mound, fingers finding the hard nipple and pinching firmly. Milk sprayed out in thin arcs, landing on her skin and the emerging cock, mixing with the pre cum. Her other hand joined, both hands working her breasts, squeezing and pinching, milk flowing freely as pleasure mounted. Her head tilted back against the couch, eyes rolling slightly, mouth open wide as continuous moans and gasps escaped. The leather couch creaked and stuck to her sweaty skin as her body arched and shifted. The cock reached its full thick size, glossy and veined, pre cum dripping steadily onto her stomach. Pleasure built to a crescendo, the new cock throbbing visibly. Then orgasm exploded through her. Her pussy contracted and squirted forcefully around the base of the new cock, clear juices arcing out and soaking the leather. At the same time the cock jerked and pulsed, thick ropes of hot cum shooting from the tip in powerful spurts. The first rope landed across her stomach in a long messy line. The next splattered higher onto her breasts, coating the soft flesh and mixing with milk. More pulses followed, cum covering her torso in thick streaks, some landing on the black pleated skirt, hot sticky fluid dripping down her sides onto the couch. Her body shook with the force of it, hands clutching her breasts, milk and cum mixing on her skin, her mouth open in ecstasy as the waves continued. The explosive release left her covered in the warm messy seed, the cock still standing and twitching, final weaker spurts adding to the coating on her belly and breasts.
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