touch me 'till I melt ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.

Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.

If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.

Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.

People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.

Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.

Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.

The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.

You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.

People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.

Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.

"We can begin. Release the specimen."

Something cold and wet glides between my sensitive folds - the speculum they used for the initial examination was removed for the experiment itself, but the sensation of being stretched quickly comes back when something slimy swirls around my hole and easily slips inside.

I don't see between my legs through the sheet that was put over them but the ultrasound image and the endo camera feed on the screen let me know exactly what is happening. This "specimen", a living, moving mass is making its way through my pussy, expanding and contracting on its way deeper. I gasp from the stretching sensation and the skin of my stomach mirrors its movements, bulging under the probe the researcher is pressing down on a little too hard.

"We have a visual."

A dark, rippling mass fills the screen, leaving the cervix visible just barely enough, but from the overwhelming pressure alone I know exactly what's going to happen. The tentacle changes shape into a pointed, needle-like tip and without any warning strikes the entrance of my uterus. I cry out and feel my eyes burn.

"Secretion of analgesic pre-seminal fluids. Hormonal and physical stimulation of the test subject began."

The excrutiating pain and pressure of having my cervix stretched quickly dissolves into feeling of pleasant warmth. The tentacle inside me starts moving again, slowly and rythmically filling my pussy and womb with whatever aphrodisiac it produces to make its victim all relaxed and docile. Mere seconds later my entire body is tingling in hot static and when more tendrils start lapping at my clit now covered in the creature's fluids, my legs cramp and I let out the most obscene moan I would be ashamed of in any other situation.

"Orgasm confirmed," the ultrasound tech presses down even harder in attempt to keep my pelvis in place, but the only thing I feel is my pussy and the entire lower half contracting in synch with the frantic ECG monitor I am hooked up to.

"Cervix dilation?"

"Sufficient. Egg deposition begins. Readjust the camera."

My vision is blurry and mind pleasantly unfocused from whatever hormones the creature pumped my system full of, but I'm aware enough to give the screen a passing look. The tentacle is semi-translucent now, buried and anchored long past my cervix, somewhere in my womb. And as the translucent tentacle starts filling with round, marble-like objects, I understand why the experiment called for the subject to be mid-cycle and not on any birth control. I breathe heavily as I watch the creature's eggs slip past my numb cervix, one by one.

All researchers' eyes are glued the screen as they watch the creature breed in real time. This is it, this is the moment they put endless hours of preparations into. A conception of something new, something out of this world. They needed to make sure it will work. And that every moment of it will be recorded and catalogued, so it can be repeated again.

Something about a doctor taking advantage of me is so yummy! It really shouldn't be but the idea of going to the doctor and getting fucked is insane. Especially as someone who actually doesn't really like doctors. I wanna walk all shy and nervous into the room. I'm just crazy to get it over with, he tells me to strip but doesn't leave the room. I'm your doctor sweetheart, it's okay but his eyes glance at me like I'm prey.

I always have a hard time getting on the examination table. Having him press his body against me and manhandle me onto it. Me squeaking at how strong he is also because he was just between my legs. His bulge against my bare cunt and the moment he pulls away in squeezing my thighs closed. Him doing regular check up stuff until he starts groping my tits. Telling me I'm being so good as I try not to squirm. Telling myself that this is all normal doctor things.

Lay back for me, spread your legs, and place them right here. He guides me and I try to cover up as I listen. This isn't that kind of appointment why could he be doing this? But I don't dare to question him since he is a doctor, he knows best. We both tug on my gown and he smiles at me, sweetheart... I need you to let go so I can do my job. He says in a sweet tone but his grip is tight as he yanks the gown away. You look all healthy! But I need a more...hands on approach to make sure. This might feel weird, he says as he starts to play with my clit.

Sir! I try to close my legs but he's strapping them down quickly then going back to what he was doing. I know sweetie but it will be over soon, all girls need to go through this exam. I'm panting and trying to behave. Acting like it's not feeling so good as he mutters some fancy medical terminology to say I'm wet. Him forcing an orgasm out of me as I cover my mouth and tear up embarrassed. Everything seems good outside but I need an internal look and then we are all good! I feel his fingers push into me and whimper. He fingers me for a couple seconds before playing concerned.

Looks like I'll need a deeper feel, he sighs and pulls his fingers out. Quickly undoing his belt and pushing them down enough to free his cock. There will be some discomfort but just for a second, okay sweetheart? Wait...sir I don't think I need this part, I try to reason but he's already pushing in. I gasp and grab the table tightly. I hear him moan softly, just right... As he starts slowly thrusting into me. I can feel how healthy you are! You are such a good girl taking care of your body, he praises. Since this is your first check up like this you'll need a special medicine. Special medicine? I whimper as another orgasm is forced out of me.

There could be some side effects of this medicine, okay? He moans softly and tightens his grip on my hips. Morning sickness, cravings, and more... His thrusts become a little more desperate. Before I can get another word out he's fucking his cum into me. I whimper and lay tired on the exam table as he pulls out. He fixed my gown and makes me sit up to look at him. You did such a good job! One of the best girls for her first appointment here. I expect to see you again in a couple months. He's fixing his pants and walking towards the door. The nurse will be in shortly to help you finish up.

This was inspired by these videos that have been my obsession this weekend.

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From in your stomach, you could just be buying groceries when suddenly a tentacle jams up your throat into your mouth. You gag and choke on it as it fucks your throat, and if you don’t want people to pass by and see a tentacle thrusting in and out of your mouth, you better keep your jaw clenched shut so it can’t make it past your teeth. You can try and struggle to swallow it back down into your stomach, it but fights you every step of the way, and the feeling of your throat constricting around it only helps please it. Alternatively you can give it lighter swallows and suck on the tip in your mouth to make it cum faster and therefore stop sooner. And if you’re not exceptionally skilled at swallowing up its seed faster than it can pump its load, you’d better find somewhere for it to go. From an outside perspective it’ll probably look like you’re vomiting up cum. But once it’s over, it’ll slowly recede back into your stomach

From in your womb, you could be sitting on the bus waiting for your next stop when you feel it start to press hard against your cervix, and you only have a second to brace yourself before it shoves itself into your pussy and starts thrusting in and out. There’s not much you can do without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just sit back and try not to moan out loud. Sometimes it’ll stick further out to stroke different segments of its long tentacles, snaking around you. Someone might notice the moving shapes under your clothes if it extends far enough. Eventually you hobble off the bus and find a private place to slip your clothes off, and jerk off the tentacle to help it finish. Then you lean against the wall, whining a little it pulls all the way back into your womb, rubbing your insides all the way.

Ooh, I like this one <3

Maybe I wanna try some portal shenanigans, just for fun. No harm in trying everything once, right? The seller doesn't tell me where the other side of the portal is, but I guess that's not important. In fact, that's almost the point of portals. If I can't see who or what is gonna fuck me next, I have no control over it, and that's exactly what I'm signing up for.

It just so happens to be my luck that whoever has the other side of the portal decides to try it when the portal activates in public one day. I suppose I should have seen this coming - and I kind of did, if I chose to go outside with the runes of a magic ritual around my cunt - but it still takes me off-guard when something, something warm, presses up against my pussy. I can barely contain my gasp when it slides in, eased by just how wet I am. Even wearing this in public gets me worked up, so it makes sense for it to be even better when I'm actually put to use. My breathing speeds up as the mystery cock inside of me slips deeper, deeper, taking it nice and slow just to tease me.

Then, with no warning, the pace does a complete 180 as it slams home with as much force as it can. I yelp in surprise, garnering a couple of strange looks, but I can't pay attention to whoever might hear me as I focus on reining in the noises that want to escape my mouth. Whoever is on the other side of those runes wants to turn me into a mess, and I can already tell that they're gonna do a really good job of it. I half-resent them for choosing to do it while I'm in public, but it's not like they have any way to know where I would be, so I can't really blame them. The other half of me looks forward to how people around me might react when I can't control myself anymore.

I'm getting closer and closer to finding out by the minute as the cock inside thrusts with no abandon, setting a brutal rhythm. This is clearly someone who likes treating a hole rough, and I'm grateful for that as my knees get weaker and I struggle not to moan aloud. More and more people seem to be taking notice, some with looks of disdain, some with knowing smirks, and some with eager grins. The increased surveillance only makes me wetter, which makes it easier for the current stranger to use me. It's an exponential process that inevitably ends in a way I can't put into words (especially not in my current state), but one that I look forward to. I look forward to it a lot.

Part of the game, though, is seeing just how long I can withstand it.

Unfortunately (and fortunately) for me, I just so happen to be close to losing by the time someone decides I'm in the right state to approach. Just as they put their hand on my shoulder from behind, though, I drop to my knees, shaking in pleasure, and it's oh-so-easy to manipulate me into position from there, ass up and pants down. Some onlookers laugh as the runes around my pussy are exposed and they figure out what has me acting this way, but others are all too eager to make use of a cunt clearly willing to be treated like a toy in public.

There's quickly a cock struggling to shove in alongside the one already in my cunt, but the one that makes use of my ass has no such trouble. They take it slightly more slowly than the stranger using magic, but that doesn't mean it's any less pleasurable for me; the mismatch in pace means that I'm always on the receiving end of someone's thrusts. The combination of sensations only heightens when someone manages to stretch my pussy wide, wide around two cocks at once, one of them physical and the other on the other end of a portal who-knows-where. It's so easy to make me moan in pleasure, my eyes half-closed, and that just makes more of the onlookers laugh, some of them gladly jacking off at the sight of me being used. They don't even have to be the ones inside me to get pleasure from this.

I slip deeper and deeper into ecstasy, and it's easy for the people around me and in my holes to goad me into saying whatever they want. They demand I tell them what a slut I am, how happy I am to get fucked in public, how good it feels to be a messy free-use toy, and I can only obey, every sentence punctuated by moans and profanity as I struggle to hold onto some semblance of language just so that I can properly take orders. Of course, I don't really need to talk if I'm just getting fucked by a bunch of strangers, but it makes them cum faster if I take their orders, so it's just more fun for everyone involved. Cum spatters my skin from the crowd of strangers jacking off around me, and more seed fills my holes from the line of strangers taking advantage of the situation.

after far too long being tortured like this, they pull away, and you think they've finally stopped, getting up from your bed in the hopes of finding your computer and finding a way to fix whatever the fuck you did that got you into this mess. then, without warning, the person's girthy cock is pounding into you, stretching you open around their shaft as you stagger to the ground, staring in horror at your stomach where you can see the faint bulge of the cock currently using your hole as a fleshlight.

They cum, thrusting as much as they can into your cunt with the knot tying you together, cumming until your insides are full and your belly is bloated.

And you're stuck like that, their cock lodged deep inside you and stretching your cervix, the knot keeping whatever cum that escapes your womb inside your pussy. Stuck with your insides stretched and sore and full of thick cum until the knot dies down.

imagine you're trying to wash dishes when you feel something touching your cunt. startled, you spin around to find no one there, but the touching persists. now that something, fingers it seems, are slowly pumping in and out of you.

a whine escapes your mouth. you're leaning against the sink, legs spread wide, as if to give the fingers better access. some fingers start rubbing your clit. then the fingers in your cunt are gone, much to your disappointment. those fingers are now spreading your pussy lips. what for?

something new is rubbing against your cunt. something thicker and harder. you inhale in anticipation. slowly, too slowly, the cock enters you, stretching you around it. you moan as it slowly fills you up, bottoming out in you. it pauses for a brief moment before pumping in and out fast. you struggle to stay standing as it keeps fucking you at this relentless pace.

between this and the fingers on your clit, you could feel an orgasm building up. more and more you felt yourself get closer to orgasm. there was nothing you could do to stop it, you could could clamp your legs closed but the fucking wouldn't stop.

your head snaps back and you loudly moan as you cum, clit and pussy pulsing in pleasure. the cock keeps fucking you through your orgasm. it pauses balls deep in you for a few moments then rams you once, twice, three times. then it and the phantom fingers are gone.

shakily, you stand up right, taking your pants off to inspect yourself. a white creamy fluid is pooling in your underwear.