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Avery arched as Lindsay suckled at her nipples. The delicate buds peaked in her soft lips, her tongue swirling around them before her teeth gently grazed down. Avery trembled in ecstasy, a moan escaping her as the sensation bolted from her breasts through her stomach and down to her core.

“Don’t stop,” Avery murmured, reaching for her girlfriend’s head as she bent lower to focus on the wetness that gathered between her thighs, “Don’t…”

“You don’t want me down…” Lindsay slowly trailed the tips of her fingers, deliciously, up Avery’s thigh, as she paused for dramatic effect, “here?”

Avery jerked awake as a forceful jab intruded inside her, knocking the breath from her lungs. She felt her swollen breasts sway in the stocks, and she winced at the weight pulling at her back and shoulders.

“Oh, awake so soon?” a low voice drawled playfully from behind her.

Avery couldn’t see who the voice belonged to. She could never see who the voices belonged to. Since she’d been brought here, strapped onto tables, beds, and finally into the stocks, she’d never once been permitted to see her captors.

At first, the hood had blocked her vision, followed by the blindfold. Then the drugs had made her too sleepy, her vision too fuzzy, to fully comprehend where she was or who she was talking to. But now, it was the angle of her neck that kept her from investigating her surroundings. The stocks kept her head down, and while she was able to see a bit from side to side, she was limited to (at most) 180 degrees of vision- and even that only about two feet off the ground.

So she’d gotten familiar with the flooring and the bottom walls of the barn in which they were keeping her hostage. She assumed it was a barn because of the concrete floor, the metal dividers and pails she could see stacked against each other, and the large doors at the end of a long, long walk through which she could see daylight when the shifts changed. She grew familiar with the boots of the workers. The rubber galoshes that meant it was feeding time. The leather work boots that preceded numerous pokes and prods to all manner of body parts. The high heels that meant… well, she’d only seen the high heels once before now.

They clicked, clicked around her naked body, and long nails trailed over her buttocks and up her back before lifting at her shoulders where the stocks split her head from the rest of her. The slender ankles and black patent leather stopped their journey directly in front of her. The same nails sunk into the greasy tendrils of Avery’s hair, and she winced at the cold fingertips. There was a time when this sort of touch would have sent shivers up her spine- good shivers.

But whoever balanced on these heels was anything but good.

“This one will do nicely,” the voice clipped above her, and the nails scratched behind Avery’s ear before tugging on a lock of hair and pulling away. “See that she’s bathed first, and given the proper doses in preparation.”

Doses?

A pair of leather boots approached from the left and Avery saw a black piece of fabric appear in front of her eyes. She bucked in her restraints, but as she did so, she felt the foreign object that had been lodged into her core, rigidly holding her in place from behind as mercilessly as the stocks bound her wrists and neck. She writhed fruitlessly, the restraints cutting into her skin, as Leather Boots wrapped the fabric around her eyes and the world went dark.

It was then that she felt someone grab her ankles from behind. “Hey-“ she attempted to shout, when a bundle of fabric was stuffed into her mouth. Dammit, she wondered, cursing herself for letting them take benefit of her open mouth. She tried to kick her legs, but with the strange object still anchoring her in place somehow, and her legs suspended by the arms holding them up, there was very little struggling she could do without putting far too much strain on her neck and wrists. After one particularly defiant wiggle pinched the skin of Avery’s neck into the metal collar of the stocks, she moaned in pain and resigned to stop her struggle.

The hands bound her ankles to what felt like a metal rod. She realized the rod actually ran all the way up her legs, pinched between her thighs, and felt as though it were attached to the thing inside her.

Whoever had bound her set the rod back down onto the ground, and the proximal end pushed into the back of her pussy, painfully jutting just behind her cervix. She tensed her stomach, squeezing her ankles together to relieve some of the force.

Avery breathed loudly through her nose, and the hands moved up to her upper body restraints. She couldn’t fight without the rod pushing into her further. At last, Avery felt the top half of the stocks open as a whoosh of air cooled the back of her neck, and she felt herself being rolled onto a gurney of sorts, her arms secured to her sides with a leather belt buckled around her waist. Her breasts fell to her sides and brushed against her upper arms. I don’t remember my boobs being this big, she wondered to herself, before another two belts secured her lower half to the gurney.

Avery was relieved to be able to relax her stomach and leg muscles, the threat of being impaled on a mystery rod no longer imminent, but she could still feel the subtle jolts and bumps of the object inside her as she was wheeled away from the stocks.

Resigned, Avery closed her eyes behind the blindfold, and remembered her dream. Lindsay.

Avery missed her girlfriend desperately. The dream, and its effects on her, still lingered cruelly in Avery’s nervous system. The rod rubbing and shaking against her inner folds with each trembling pull of the gurney as it traveled to God knows where only rendered the dream more clearly in her mind. The subconscious memory of Lindsay’s fingertips running down her stomach and her thighs mingled with the very real memory of Patent Pumps’ sharp nails trailing across her back mere seconds prior. Avery’s breasts ached as they were jostled haphazardly with the rest of her, but as her mind replayed the image of Lindsay’s soft lips nipping at their peaks, Avery also felt a tingling spread across her chest.

She’d endured so much misery in the past… days? Weeks? How long had she been held captive?

Was it wrong to try to take comfort in those sweet memories while something else moved inside her?

Just as Avery had noticed the ground beneath her shift to a smoother surface, the gurney stopped suddenly, and she heard footsteps and shuffling around her. The air was cooler here, a temperature that Avery wondered would have been comfortable if she were clothed. The noises reverberated slightly, as if they were now in an inside space- whereas before, the hot air and the smell of dirt had made her assume she’d been moved outside.

She thought if this really were a farm; if the place she’d been held captive was actually a barn, and if now she were inside a house where some perverted farmer and his wife lived. After a few more minutes of shuffling, the footsteps trailed away from her, and she heard a door open and close. And then, silence.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure what to think. Did they just… abandon her here?

Avery opened her eyes. Somehow, she’d missed her blindfold coming loose. She blinked as bright, white light assaulted her eyes around the fabric hanging limply over her nose, and it took her a moment to focus on the fluorescent lights above her. For the first time in she didn’t know how long, she moved her neck from side to side, free of painful constraints. The blindfold fell to her mouth, her chin, her neck. Her mouth was still gagged, her body was still belted to the gurney, but her head was free, and her arms were only restrained at the elbows. She wiggled her fingers.

“Avery.”

A voice cut into the room. Avery’s pulse quickened as she whipped her head around, looking for the source.

“There are speakers in the ceiling.”

Avery squinted. The voice was the same low, sultry one that had awoken her this morning. Was it morning? Avery had lost all sense of time. The room had no windows, and her only indication that it was daytime had been the heat of the sun on her skin when they’d moved her earlier.

“You’ve been left with enough freedom of movement to be able to loosen your restraints. We’ve left you soap and a towel. You may wash yourself, and when you are done, we will take you to your room.

My… room?

Avery blinked at the disembodied voice.

“Enjoy your shower.”

Avery heard a click as the speaker turned off, and she was left alone to understand how to get free from her restraints.

Avery strained at the leather straps holding her down. The gag in her mouth still inhibited her breathing, and the blindfold lay heavy on her neck. She wiggled her shoulders, attempting to push herself a few inches lower on the gurney so she could more easily bend her arms to reach the buckles. The rod between her legs shifted with each movement, poking inside her with a rigid insistence.

She also needed to use the bathroom. She turned her head back and forth, taking in her new surroundings now that her eyes had adjusted to the fluorescent lighting. White, square tiles stretched up the walls and across what little she could see of the floor. The room was immaculately clean; Avery’s theory of the farmhouse evaporated as she took in sparkling chrome bathroom fixtures, a handful of showerheads lining one wall. A half-wall separated the space at the edge of her field of vision. To her other side, a ledge ran along the wall below a large mirror. As the voice had said, there was a bar of soap and a small, white towel neatly folded in front of it.

Avery groaned as she worked her elbows out from under the confines of the leather strap crossing her waist, and the rod worked its way deeper into her core. Her pussy had begun to throb as she wriggled free, her thighs clenching tighter as she worked, and not only because of the restraints. She hurriedly reached her free hands up to her mouth and ripped out the gag, breathing in deeply. Her lungs burned and her chest ached as it strained against the strap across her shoulders. She next reached for the uppermost buckle to free her upper body, then unbuckled her waist, allowing herself to wiggle back up the gurney and relieve the pressure inside her.

She collapsed back onto the stiff surface as she caught her breath, already exhausted from the little bit of effort it took to work free. How weak have I gotten? Avery wondered to herself. She could feel how atrophied her lungs, heart, and muscles had become from her weeks tied up in the stocks. Everything ached. She reached up her trembling hands to her face and wiped away the strands of hair that stuck to her forehead, finally removing the blindfold from her neck and fully untying the gag.

She lifted her head to get a better look at her lower half. As she’d expected, a long metal rod was pinched between her ankles and her thighs, secured with more leather straps. A black, silicone tip disappeared at the apex of the rod inside of her. Well, that explains what I’ve been feeling.

She debated for a second, finally propping herself up slightly on her elbows. That little bit of motion pushed the rod further back inside her, and she felt the full length of it rub against her insides. A noise rumbled involuntarily from her throat as electric tingles emerged at the base of her spine, reminding her once more of the dream from which she’d been so forcefully woken.

Lindsay.

A new emotion burned inside her chest when she wondered about her partner. I have to get out of here.

Her captors had released her, in a way. They’d given her the tools, at least, to free herself from restraints for the first time since she’d been abducted. She had to finish extracting herself so she could escape and see Lindsay again. Return to her life again.

She sat up a few more inches, gasping as the rod shifted deeper again inside her. She attempted to pull her legs up, to bend her knees to make her thigh restraint easier to unbuckle, but that only made her sensitive pussy rub more insistently against the silicone. She rocked her shoulders to the left and right to gain her fingers precious inches closer to the belt just above her knees, slowly getting purchase while the rod pushed inside her with each swing.

As she rocked, she felt a sweet tension create inside of her. She squinted her eyes against the sensations, biting down forcefully on her lip to keep from gasping or crying out at the rocking, bucking, rubbing within her every time she reached her fingers down to her restraints. But she couldn’t get her fingers closer without stoking the fire deep in her belly. She tasted iron on her tongue as she bit back moan after moan.

At last, the tips of her fingers brushed the end of the belt, and she lunged forward from her waist to unlock it. The rod pushed in forcefully, and she gasped, her mouth tearing open as it found a dangerous spot inside her.

She closed her eyes and moaned, freezing in position even as she freed her thighs. Her knees bent slowly as the pressure on her thighs lifted, and the rod shifted again, drawing from her another moan as her ankles angled themselves out. She gasped. Oh God.

They’d wanted this.

In the same moment Avery felt a puddle of wetness gush from inside her as the rod plunged against her g-spot, the realization had struck her. The brief release of endorphins she felt was heightened by the sudden, fearful race of her pulse.

They were watching her.

But she couldn’t stop.

She shuddered uncontrollably at the waves crashing within and throughout her core, her center, and as she shook the rod continued to press erratically against that single spot within. They were watching her come with the very restraints they’d used to immobilize her, and they were gonna watch her for as long as she was in this room. As if they could hear her thoughts, in that second Avery heard the speaker above her click back on, and the cold, clear voice of Patent Pumps crackled throughout the tiled space.

“Very good, Avery. You’re almost there.”

Avery shuddered. She could hear the smile in the woman’s voice. The cruel, sick pleasure she was deriving from Avery’s struggle. Her embarrassment and her shame were just barely overshadowed by her own pleasure, as more shudders wracked her body and more liquid gushed out over her thighs and the gurney beneath them.

Avery knew she couldn’t help her body’s lewd reaction to their perverse intrusion. They’d strapped a dildo inside of her, for Christ’s sake. And then essentially forced her to ride it, pushing it further and further inside her in order to free herself.

Never before had her mind and body been at such odds. Even as she feared for her life, as disgust filled her entire being, her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her and insisted that Avery finish the job they’d started.

She waited out another wave of pleasure before eager her body to still. After the contractions settled, she breathed for a moment. And then, she propped herself on her elbows, gritting her teeth against the waves of sensation and pressure building again against the still sensitive flesh of her pussy, heat pooling once more in her belly. Only one more restraint to go.

And in order to reach it, she’d have to impale herself completely.

Not to mention the fact that her muscles were so weak from the days of confinement that she couldn’t sit up properly without rocking her body into the position, and every movement of her thighs, her knees, just pushed her closer to the edge. She froze, sweat beading on her brow, her core throbbing insistently, until she finally resolved to finish what she’d started.

She pushed herself up, bending completely at the waist and pushing the rod deeper, deeper, deeper into herself as she reached for the final restraints at her ankles. One buckle and two knots stood between her and the freedom from this torture. Her fingers grasped at the ropes first, each minute shift of her hips for better purchase grinding her closer and closer to orgasm. At last, the knots loosened, and she ripped the buckle open and the rod slackened against the gurney. Victorious, Avery yanked the rod out from inside her. The abrupt motion scraped the ridges of the dildo against her sensitive walls. Another surge of wetness gushed from inside her and she trembled as she fell on top of her hand, mindlessly rubbing at her wet, sensitive folds. Her core clenched at the sudden emptiness, and her fingers wriggled against her clit until she finally came hard on her hand, tears springing from her eyes as emotion overwhelmed her.

She collapsed on her side in puddle of her own making, gasping for air as the endorphins flooded her body, the tingling numbness spreading from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes, a post-orgasmic fuzz pleasantly filling her brain.

She stayed there for a few seconds, utterly exhausted.

The slow sound of clapping cracked through the room. Avery wept as she heard the cruel applause of her captor through the ceiling speakers, and prayed that she’d soon escape this torture.

“Wonderful! Absolutely delicious, Avery dear,” the speaker crackled with the voice of Patent Pumps, “And what a workout.”

Avery could hardly bring herself to respond, however disdainfully, as she panted for breath. She felt as if she’d run a triathlon; every muscle in her core aching from the various spasms.

But in addition to the soreness, a strangely satisfied tiredness also seeped into her muscles. She was sweaty, and soaked with her own juices from the waist down, but felt as though she could simply fall asleep right there on the sterile gurney. The bright, fluorescent lights glared at her from the ceiling, but when she shifted to her side she could close her eyes without having to squint against the light.

She saw herself reflected in the imposing mirror across from her, taking up the entire length of the wall and stretching from the waist-height ledge to the ceiling. Avery blinked at herself lazily, when suddenly her blood ran cold. She gaped at her reflection.

Her entire body had changed.

Avery had at all times been athletic. Tall, muscular, with long, lean legs and toned arms, she’d been the envy of every sports team she’d been a part of. She and Lindsay had met playing softball in school together- and Lindsay had often mentioned how jealous she was of Avery’s sculpted frame. Sure, her boobs had at all times been a little on the big side, but with a sports bra and her jersey on, it had been difficult to tell.

Now, Avery looked down the length of her body as it sprawled on the gurney, reflected cruelly before her without prejudice. The first thing she noticed was her hips.

The width of her thighs dwarfed the rest of her, the apex of her hips towering above the slope of her thighs and waist with her laying on her side. Avery’s eyes widened as she moved her arm down to slide from her waist to her knee, marveling as she confirmed through touch what she saw in the mirror. Her hand journeyed up the slope as if it were a mountain of flesh, ending at a point higher than her own shoulder when she crested the curve of her ass. Avery moved to sit up, when her tits swung to her attention, sagging with unfamiliar weight- to the point that she struggled to sit up without her hands to push her.

She winced as she engaged her core muscles, still sore from her escape from the restraints, and pushed herself to sitting, still gawking at the woman who stared back at her.

Her face, undoubtedly, was hers: albeit tired, and slightly fuller around the cheeks. Her enormous breasts hung almost to her belly button with her seated, and she arched her back to lift them higher on her frame. Within seconds, her shoulders ached from the added stress.

She stood, testing her back and legs- still shaky, but sturdy enough, and walked closer to the mirror.

Her waist didn’t seem all that much bigger than it had been when she’d been kidnapped, she wondered, although where before the skin had been smooth and taut over muscles, it was now soft and slightly fleshy, squishing in and back when she poked it with her finger. Her arms seemed smaller, less strong, than they’d been. Her thighs were larger- although hints of the lines of strong muscle were there.

Soft curls had grown in around her pussy during her time in internment. She lifted her arms, and found that hair had grown in there as well.

“We have provided you with a razor,” the voice from the ceiling mused.

Avery froze. In her distraction, she’d almost forgotten she was being watched. She eyed the mirror with suspicion, then terror, jumping back- creating feet of distance where before there had been merely inches.

It’s a two-way mirror, she realized.

She could hear, and imagine, the evil smile in Patent Pumps’ voice as she once again crackled through the speaker, “With the soap, and towels.”

Avery looked around the space, spotting the pile of toiletries and stacked towels. She also realized that there were shower heads behind the half-wall that split the room.

Desperate to afford herself whatever modicum of privacy she could in this perverted observatory, she quickly gathered the supplies they’d left for her and scurried behind the wall. She turned on the water- as hot as she could stand- until steam was filling the tiled room. She smiled to herself as the mirror fogged, relishing in that one small victory, before she began to soap herself and inventory her new body as she tried to wash away the shame of her current situation.

She shaved under her arms, and tried for several seconds to understand a way to negotiate shaving her pussy without arranging herself in an uncompromising position. With the newfound breadth of her thighs, she found it much more difficult to reach without squatting or spreading her legs particularly widely, and she realized she didn’t feel comfortable enough to bear herself to whatever other hidden cameras there might be around the shower.

Besides, she wondered, the hair helps keep it hidden.

She ignored the memories of her ankles buckled in the stocks that had kept her ass and pussy painfully on display for the past several weeks. They’d given her, for whatever reason, some ounce of control back. So she would take it.

As much as she could, she’d take it.

Eventually, she found she couldn’t leave the water on any longer. It had started to grow cold, and she was still quite tired from the exertion earlier. She turned off the water and wrapped herself with one of the towels, using another to pat and twist her hair dry. When she was adequately covered, she edged around the half wall, to discover a covered tray of food and a Styrofoam cup of water with a lid and a straw. She instantly realized how thirsty she was, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth for a second when she opened it to lick her lips.

When was the last time I ate real food from a plate?

Avery’s stomach growled, and she pounced on the tray, every wondered fading from her head as she lifted the lid and found chicken pad thai beneath it. Her mouth was so dry it couldn’t water, so she gulped a sip of water as the savory and spicy scent drifted up to her nose, and she hastily unwrapped a set of plasticware to dig in.

The briefest moment of hesitation befell her as she examined the tray, wondering if it was safe. Her eyes darted back to the mirror, and up to the speakers, which sat decidedly silent. Another growl erupted from her stomach, and Avery gave in.

Five minutes later, she rubbed her soft stomach, satisfied in a way she hadn’t been in longer than she could remember, when the room began to slowly dim around her.

Wha…

The wondered never fully formed in Avery’s head before unconsciousness befell her.

When Avery awoke, she had the sensation of floating.

What the… she wondered, slightly opening her eyes and seeing only soft yellow-white light in a deep purple room, almost like she were getting a massage. In fact, now that she wondered of it, she felt a pulsing pressure around her wrists and hips and ankles, and she realized something soft was holding her up.

Her head was resting on a circular pillow, further emphasizing the idea in Avery’s mind that she were in a massage parlor, with her face cradled by a cushioned headrest and her arms stretched up and beyond her head, suspended with her wrists in soft stirrups. It felt to her like similar stirrups held her ankles behind her. The bulk of her weight was being supported by an infinitely soft cushion underneath the hinge of her hips, positioning her with her ass high in the air and her legs softly folded under her, and her torso lightly stretching between her hips and her head. Avery couldn’t see much, but wondered she felt as though her breasts were also supported by something- although whatever it was seemed to be just enough to keep their weight from pulling down on her back.

If she weren’t so confused, if the memories of her internment weren’t so present in her mind, she’d almost enjoy it. Physically, she felt surprisingly weightless, comfortable.

Although the comfort quickly changed to dread as she heard the sound of footsteps approach her.

Patent Pumps.

The head rest under her face, though comfortable, blocked Avery’s view below her and to the sides. But the angle of her arms and her hips prevented her from adjusting much to try to see around.

She heard the footsteps stop. Avery held her breath, unable to determine where Patent Pumps had stopped her walk, and only had a moment to wonder before-

Something soft and slippery rubbed itself between the folds of her pussy.

Avery jerked, feeling herself swing slightly in the restraints. A slender hand caught one of her feet.

“Now, now,” the teasing voice of the high-heeled woman crooned, “It will only be more painful for you if you fight it. We finally got you relaxed. It would be a shame to cause you pain.

Avery found herself at war with her own mind. Every fiber of her being tensed with the urge to fight this woman, to struggle against her constraints until she was physically unable to.

But her body remembered the stocks. Her knees and neck still ached from kneeling day and night against the cold concrete floor of the barn, and the voice was absolutely right. For the first time since she’d been here, Avery’s body had relaxed- first from the heat of the shower, and then from the soft fabric and masterful balancing of her body in these swings.

Avery stilled.

“That’s a good girl,” the woman praised, stroking a warm, soft hand up and down Avery’s thigh.

Avery shuddered at the contact. She hated this woman with all of her being, but at the same time…

Her touch was so surprisingly comforting. Warm. Almost familiar.

Tears welled in Avery’s eyes. She fought, but couldn’t manage to keep a sob from escaping her throat.

“Oh, now now my dear, it’s going to be okay,” the voice purred behind her. As she spoke, the hand crept higher towards the seam between her legs, and Avery felt the slick, smooth object slowly and gently creep its way up and down, massaging the folds of her pussy. “You have been so patient, so good, while we’ve prepared this for you. You have responded so well to our treatments.

Treatments? Avery wondered. The whirr of a small motor clicked on, and suddenly the support underneath her breasts began to slowly move, pushing up and smushing the fleshy masses into her chest before wrapping around them, and slowly pulling back down into place. Avery groaned as it tugged just a little bit further down than was entirely comfortable, before the material inside the cups inflated slightly, pressing harder against the skin and pushing the mass of her breasts back up into her chest.

The feeling was entirely foreign, almost as if each one of her tits were surrounded by their own water bed, and the material pulsed around them in a regular rhythm, alternating with lightly squeezing and relaxing around her breasts.

Her hips slowly began to rock in time with the massaging pumps, and Avery moaned. Patent Pumps chuckled, and Avery felt the pads of her fingers lightly grip into one of her thighs as the slick object from earlier pushed inside of her.

Avery’s pussy spread easily for it, and when she felt it bottom out inside of her she was surprised to feel that it wasn’t particularly deep. In fact, when she felt the woman withdraw her hand from it, Avery had to clench the walls of her pussy down to keep it from falling out.

“Oh, that won’t do, will it?” The woman’s voice clucked with disapproval. “We want you relaxed. Can’t have you tensing. Perhaps if something were to hold it in place…”

Another whirr reached Avery’s ears, and seconds later a firm plate came up behind her and pressed against her ass, sealing the entrance of her pussy. She could feel the top of her mound peeking out from underneath the plate, almost as if she were perched on the edge of a chair.

The edge of it grazed her clit. Avery jolted.

“Oh my, still sensitive, are we?” Patent pumps asked. Rhetorically, Avery wondered. She had to know how sensitive she’d be. Avery held back another moan. The cups around her breasts were squeezing more insistently now, her hips rocking more forcefully in their swing, and the movements were pressing the flesh of her ass and the base of the object inside her to softly slap against the plate.

Its edge pressed again and again up against her swollen clit.

“Let’s work with that.”

At the same moment Avery felt the plate shift, she heard the buzz of the vibrator. Her whole ass was shaking now as the plate buzzed behind her, vibrating the object that she realized was a short dildo at the outer edges of her pussy and tantalizing her clit at the same time. Avery felt sweat began to bead between her shoulder blades as the sensations started to create within her. The pumps continued their onslaught on her breasts, and her nipples swelled and poked inside their strange fluid pressure chamber, and the woman chuckled again.

“You’re going to feel just a slight pinch.”

When she said that, Avery was expecting something to shove into her from behind, so she gasped in surprise when instead she felt a sting in the tip of each nipple. Avery winced, but the pain soon ebbed away as heat began to spread from the tips of each nipple and radiate throughout her breasts.

“Ohhhh…”

Avery couldn’t hold back the moans any longer. While the vibrations at her clit were slowly pushing her higher into bliss, it was the fuzzy, prickling heat in her breasts that was the height of Avery’s pleasure now. The cups continued to massage and squeeze and pump their achingly steady rhythm and, to Avery, felt like they were squeezing tighter with each cycle.

Avery felt her back rounding as the cups pushed her breasts further and higher back into her chest, and then Avery realized- it wasn’t the cups that were squeezing tighter. It was her breasts that were growing, impossibly, larger.

“Ohhhhhh!” An animalistic howl burst from the base of Avery’s throat as she felt something like a valve release inside of her left breast, followed quickly by the right, and the hot pressure that had been building inside of her sprayed out through her nipples. The rush of sensation sent a wave of warmth up her chest and down her spine and into her core, tangling with the electric current of pleasure pulsing with the vibrations against her clit and pussy, until it finally reached a delicious climax, and she found herself bucking her hips against the swing with her orgasm.

“Now!” She heard the woman yell over the sound of Avery’s own screaming, and suddenly metal arms wrapped around her thighs and secured the plate firmly against her ass, and she felt a rushing weight, like water, spill into her core from the dildo inside of her.

Avery tensed briefly at the intrusion, but the dildo swelled and expanded, forcing her loosened pussy to relax even further to accept its increased width. The mass pushed against the roof of her inner walls and she felt herself relax even further, and suddenly there was wetness everywhere: down her legs, dripping from her thighs and pouring deep inside her pussy and squirting from her breasts. The pressure in her core increased further and further and further until she wondered she might burst, the fabric against her hips cutting almost painfully into her swollen lower stomach as wave after wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure surged from every point of contact on her body.

“Turn her,” the woman said.

Avery felt hands on her then, detaching the cups from her breasts, lifting her limbs up from the stirrups and her hips from the swing as they spun her to lay face up in mid-air, before slowly transporting her and lowering her into an impossibly comfortable bed. All the hums and buzzing of motors ceased. The hands propped her knees up with pillows and she didn’t have the strength to fight them. Her limbs felt impossibly weak, like noodles, and her body wrung out and used from the fullest-body orgasm she had ever experienced.

The last thing to drift into Avery’s consciousness before sleep overtook her was the sensation of light, soft fingers trailing across her stomach, and a low female voice whispering, “Let’s hope this takes.”

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