Chapter 33

Tags: [Extreme insertions, distension. Cum inflation.]

Zoey couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Her cock was practically twitching with need, dripping precum in a steady stream.

She watched Delta lift herself up off the ground, her stomach—Rosalie’s stomach—flattening out to the hard, toned surface it usually was, then back down, distending her body out as the giant toy stuffed into her. Seeing such a lewd, panting expression on Rosalie’s face was driving Zoey wild. Even in the throes of passion Rosalie tried to keep some form of lock on her expressions, but Delta, not at all, and it was Delta wearing her body. She panted heavily, eyes fluttering with pleasure, not masking how much fun she was having in the slightest.

“I’m assuming you want to join in?” Zoey asked Not-Zoey. She’d been hovering to the side, clearly feeling like an outsider. Zoey sympathized with that; it was obvious Rosalie and Delta were doubtful of her, even if they had verbally acknowledged either of them, or neither, could be the ‘impostor’.

“Is that fine?”

Zoey looked to Rosalie, who hesitated. Zoey could read what it meant; like usual, not wanting to admit to anything.

“She’s fine with it,” Zoey smirked. “Two of us taking care of her? It’s a fantasy.”

“Hmph,” Rosalie said.

“Get over here.” Zoey was still sitting on her knees, next to Delta as she continued to fill herself up. The whines and moans were highly distracting.

Zoey scooted away, setting up further away from Delta, and in plain view. Delta had asked them to put on a show, and as much fun as playing with Rosalie was, playing with Rosalie while getting to watch Delta’s stomach bulge in and out as she impaled herself would be ... even better.

Rosalie wandered over and crouched down next to Zoey. Zoey pulled her onto her lap—she squeaked in surprise, somehow never prepared for how Zoey became less gentle when things got going—and Zoey forcefully guided her into sitting in her lap, turned around and facing Delta.

“What’s it like, seeing your body do that?” Zoey murmured into her ear. Her cock throbbed against Rosalie’s thighs—it was sticking out, between her legs, and Rosalie’s wetness had already started to coat it. She was, unsurprisingly, dripping.

“It’s obscene,” Rosalie said, panting. “I can’t believe ... I can’t...”

“Is it getting you off?”

“Of course not.” Rosalie’s hips worked back and forth against Zoey’s shaft, and it seemed an idle action, something she didn’t realize she was doing. “I would never be ... turned on ... by something like this.”

“Now, now,” Zoey tutted. “What have I told you about being honest with yourself?”

Not-Zoey knelt down in front Rosalie. “I have a suggestion, if you want it. Where we can all have fun.”

Well. Zoey knew herself. Any idea of hers would be ... nice. “Go for it.”

“Here. Move for a second, Rosie.”

Rosalie nodded mutely and did so, even if she seemed disappointed to not be sitting on Zoey’s lap—or more accurately, on her cock—anymore.

Not-Zoey shimmied up, then, moving Zoey’s cock down, she sat on Zoey’s lap so she was facing sideways. “Now join me,” she told Rosalie. “One leg under mine, the other over. Like a pretzel.”

Zoey watched as the two girls set themselves up. Soon enough, they were both halfway seated on Zoey’s lap, pressing their pussies into her cock. Like they were scissoring, but with Zoey between them.

“Now up,” Not-Zoey prompted, and Rosalie listened. Two wet pussies slid up Zoey’s shaft, a bit awkwardly, but with Not-Zoey guiding Rosalie along, soon enough they were thrusting their hips up and down, sliding themselves against her shaft with wiggling gyrations of their pelvises.

Zoey sighed, leaned back, and tried to decide which sight was more erotic. Rosalie and Not-Zoey—herself—jerking her cock off with their pressed-in pussies, or Delta, watching it happen as she herself was engaged in the most obscene act Zoey had ever seen, her firm body stretched to its maximum as a pillar-sized dildo stuffed her insides.

“Nice suggestion,” Zoey said in a massive understatement.

Not-Zoey was biting her lip as she and Rosalie thrusted up and down. “You know, I’m really jealous you’re the one who got to keep it. I bet this feels amazing.”

“Two cute girls rubbing up and down me? Safe guess.”

“Rosie looks like she can’t even think.”

She and Zoey watched Rosalie. Despite her eager thrustings of her pelvis, she wasn’t paying attention to Zoey, or Not-Zoey; her eyes were locked on Delta, her own body being violated, as Delta rode up and down.

“She can’t even hear us,” Not-Zoey said amusedly.

“And she calls us the pervert.”

“Eh. She’s right. It’s just ... all of us are.”

Zoey laughed.

For a bit, only squelching, panting, and moaning suffused the air, all four of their party being pleasured in different ways.

“Enjoying the sight, princess?” Delta panted out. “Stare at me more, why don’t you?”

It broke her trance. Rosalie’s eyes went up from Delta’s bulging tummy to meet her gaze. She wet her lips before responding. “Of course not.”

“Do you want to be the one here? In my place?”

“No.”

“You don’t want to have your insides all stirred up, like this?” Delta ran a hand up and down the protruding shaft in her stomach as she rode herself desperately against the giant cock.