intriguess
sexual catalyst
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I was taking a shower, I'd stubbed my toe while out on a midnight run. My lithe body had been built to run, and I liked to end the day running a mile and taking a shower. My toe was throbbing I had stubbed it, and while it hurt at first, then it felt good, and now the pounding of blood in my toe seemed to be pounding blood to my nipples and my clit. I was fucking horny, but I couldn't seem to get myself off in the shower. I got out not noticing that my skin was pink like I'd been in a hot shower for too long, and not fading away. I hated looking in mirrors my small barely A cup breasts were nice that I never had to wear a bra, but no one would give them a first much less a second look. I didn't know my thoughts, my desires were all being transmitted to the alien life form that had infected my toe. I had no idea the changes that would continue to take place overnight.
I put an old thin robe on, turning off the lights, the robe felt rough against my nipples, which were always tender, and were currently puffy and engorged as if I was a nursing mother, but I didn't notice any of that.
I heard dad thrashing about in bed and I made my way down the hall. He was obviously having a night mare, a shaft of moonlight highlighting his face. I moved closer somehow drawn to him, my the blood pulsing in my swollen toe, my swollen clit, and my swollen tits. I felt the urge to comfort him and I lay down next to him. My robe had fallen off my shoulder and instead of shaking him awake, he moved and I found myself shoving my tit into his mouth.
I was stunned, and wanted to pull away, but he had latched on and looked so peaceful. I listened to the clock tick away the time, one minute, five minutes, and then finally ten. I stopped counting by the time his mouth let go and he whispered 'Yummy,' and I scrambled to get away.
It was dark in my room, but my hands ran along my breasts, cupping them, wondering why they felt fuller, and stared in fascination at my nipples. One was wet from my dad's mouth, the other was leaking some sort of fluid. I wondered if I hadn't hit my head and not my toe and I pealed the robe off my body and slipped into bed.
My dreams were haunted by my father, his hands stroking me, telling me everything would be all right.
I woke up tired, and glancing down, my toe was definitely red and swollen, but it didn't hurt, in fact the redness had spread up my leg, like some strange rash, except it didn't itch. I looked at my breasts, and was shocked that I was clearly bigger, and my nipples were bright red, and they looked puffy. There was no one I could talk to about this. Mom had left, and Dad. I couldn't imagine asking him if my nipples looked normal. Just the thought of him reminded me of last night and what I had done.
I used the bathroom and got dressed, unaware that my nipples showed through the light gray t-shirt, and I wore jeans to conceal the rash spreading up my leg. Maybe I had tripped into some strange non poison ivy. The skin just felt warm, as if I had a slight sunburn.
I headed down to the kitchen, wondering what Dad had going on today. It was summer and while I was not taking any classes at college I did have a job at the rec center.
I put an old thin robe on, turning off the lights, the robe felt rough against my nipples, which were always tender, and were currently puffy and engorged as if I was a nursing mother, but I didn't notice any of that.
I heard dad thrashing about in bed and I made my way down the hall. He was obviously having a night mare, a shaft of moonlight highlighting his face. I moved closer somehow drawn to him, my the blood pulsing in my swollen toe, my swollen clit, and my swollen tits. I felt the urge to comfort him and I lay down next to him. My robe had fallen off my shoulder and instead of shaking him awake, he moved and I found myself shoving my tit into his mouth.
I was stunned, and wanted to pull away, but he had latched on and looked so peaceful. I listened to the clock tick away the time, one minute, five minutes, and then finally ten. I stopped counting by the time his mouth let go and he whispered 'Yummy,' and I scrambled to get away.
It was dark in my room, but my hands ran along my breasts, cupping them, wondering why they felt fuller, and stared in fascination at my nipples. One was wet from my dad's mouth, the other was leaking some sort of fluid. I wondered if I hadn't hit my head and not my toe and I pealed the robe off my body and slipped into bed.
My dreams were haunted by my father, his hands stroking me, telling me everything would be all right.
I woke up tired, and glancing down, my toe was definitely red and swollen, but it didn't hurt, in fact the redness had spread up my leg, like some strange rash, except it didn't itch. I looked at my breasts, and was shocked that I was clearly bigger, and my nipples were bright red, and they looked puffy. There was no one I could talk to about this. Mom had left, and Dad. I couldn't imagine asking him if my nipples looked normal. Just the thought of him reminded me of last night and what I had done.
I used the bathroom and got dressed, unaware that my nipples showed through the light gray t-shirt, and I wore jeans to conceal the rash spreading up my leg. Maybe I had tripped into some strange non poison ivy. The skin just felt warm, as if I had a slight sunburn.
I headed down to the kitchen, wondering what Dad had going on today. It was summer and while I was not taking any classes at college I did have a job at the rec center.