Chemical Control
Cumming To
by GalactoseTolerant
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#addiction
#breast_expansion
#dom:male
#drug_use
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#ass_expansion
#blowjob
#breast_growth
#breastfeeding
#cock_growth
#cock_worship
#cocksucking
#cum_eating
#cum_fixation
#cumshot
#drug_play
#drugged
#exhibitionism
#growth
#hucow
#lactation
#multiple_partners
#pov:multiple
#pov:top
#scifi
#slow_burn
Mikaella has a really nice dream, and wakes up to some changes.
Mikaella
Alkim stroked her long hair adoringly, and Mikaella redoubled her efforts on his dribbling cock. He was her flower, sharing the gift of his sweet nectar. Mikaella gratefully sucked it up like a hungry butterfly, encouraging him to produce more for her. What did he call this? She knew he had a word for it.
“Symbiosis,” he replied in his deep, silky voice.
Mmmmm… Symbiosis.
Mikaella savored the very word itself, she could practically taste it on his cock. It was love, it was life, it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. That idea connected them so intimately, more deeply than Mikaella could have imagined.
She felt every touch, every lick, every suck, mirrored on her own clit, like she was blowing herself, like they were one being. Her mouth and his cock completed each other. They belonged together.
Mikaella felt her pleasure rising to a peak, and knew that meant his release was imminent. She took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, then her throat, until her mouth was flush with his groin. Then she began to bob her head up and down to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
She should have been choking, gagging, wheezing for breath, losing consciousness. It never happened. Alkim provided for her, ensuring her mind didn't go dark when she had work yet to do.
Mikaella felt him tensing, preparing to reward her devotion, preparing to feed her. Her tongue wagged excitedly, like a happy dog's tail. She tried to squeal in delight around his stiffness, but there was no room in her throat to make those sounds.
God, how I love the way he fills me.
Alkim reached down to cup her sunken cheeks. Mikaella looked up, met his eyes, and felt the love pass between them.
“You deserve happiness, you deserve this.” His praise was like a bolt of lightning to her clit. Mikaella felt his cock tense, and they came in perfect synchrony. She felt the first splash of his seed hit the back of her throat, and then…
Mikaella woke up. She snapped out of blissful sleep to find herself alone, in her bed, with one hand at her pussy.
Was it just a dream? Mikaella pulled a slick hand from her sopping wet panties. A very hot dream, then… Fuck, what time is it?
She groped around blindly for her phone, but couldn't find it.
With a groan, she sat up and scanned for it. It was on her nightstand, far out of reach. That was odd, she always kept it under her pillow so she didn’t have to get out from the covers to grab it.
Mikaella threw off her covers, and only then realized she was still wearing her clothes. Shit, did I pass out like this? Her top was too tight to sleep in, she felt where it had chafed. Mikaella rolled over to the edge of her bed to grab her phone. 9:30am. Then she saw her face in the bedside mirror.
Her makeup had run down her cheeks, and she was horrified by this lapse in her skincare routine. She always took off her makeup before sleeping, washed her face, yet there was a flaky crust all over her skin.
Yuck! What the fuck happened last night? She remembered drinking with Alkim, but not that much. Mikaella thought she remembered having, like, two drinks, and some shots… but how many shots?
Still, she didn’t feel hungover, so it couldn’t have been that many.
Then she remembered.
Oh my god, I actually blew Alkim last night!
The details were fuzzy, and she was having trouble separating the dream from her memories. Had she really enjoyed blowing him that much? Did he really taste that good, or did her sleeping mind construct that fantasy for her?
There's no way he could have actually cum that much… right?
No, it couldn't be possible.
And yet, she could feel it there, right on her face. She couldn’t begin to guess how much dried cum this was.
Did I pass out like this?
Mikaella couldn’t imagine that she would have gone to sleep in her own bed without washing all this cum off her face. Alkim must have carried her back to her own bed after she passed out. But then, why did she pass out, and right in the middle of a blowjob?
Did I fucking choke myself out swallowing his load? But... if I swallowed a bunch of it, then all this on my face wasn’t the whole load?
That seemed insane. Mikaella had no answers. She’d have to ask Alkim herself. After she had a good long shower, of course.
Even though Mikaella was in her own home, and woke up in her own bed, her walk to the bathroom still felt like a walk of shame. She didn’t want anyone to see her face like this.
Luckily, no one blocked her way to the bathroom.
Mikaella closed the bathroom door and was finally able to take stock of the state of her face and clothes.
Jesus fucking Christ!
It wasn’t just her cheek that had gotten cum on it. It was more than half her face, all the way up to her forehead, some of it had even gotten into her hair. Her eyeliner had partially run down her face, and even her eyelashes were crusted. The total area covered must have been insane. Alkim must be a one-man-bukkake-cannon.
Not only that, but her neck and chest had taken some shots as well. Her blue tube top had streaks of crusty white staining it, almost like stripes. She didn’t even want to think about how many times she’d need to wash it. At least it was cheap.
Mikaella started the shower so the water could heat up, then vigorously rinsed her face in the sink with soapy water. After a few rinses, she used a makeup removal wipe for her mascara, eyeliner and her lips. Not surprisingly, she didn’t have much lipstick left. Alkim can clean the rest off his dick. The eyeliner seemed to take several wipes, but the skin under her eyes still seemed darker than it should’ve. She kept trying, and though the wipes came away clean, wherever her eyeliner and shadow had been applied now seemed significantly darker than the rest of her face, almost like an unfinished tattoo, like permanent makeup.
Were those just bags under her eyes? Closer inspection revealed that the skin under her eyes was perfectly smooth. Couldn’t be bags. In fact, once she started looking over the rest of her face she found that her skin was smoother all over. Really damn smooth. The early stage pimples she’d noticed forming on her cheek yesterday had all completely vanished.
Mikaella could hardly believe what she was seeing. Was completely neglecting her skincare routine actually the best skincare routine all along? But then, she had in fact applied something to her face.
No… it couldn’t be… could it? Does cum do that? Can cum do that?
Perhaps that also had combined somehow with her makeup to make the skin darker? There were far too many unknowns.
Fuck it! Shower first, then a serious talk with Alkim about the importance of going to bed without makeup. Worst case scenario, it takes a few days to fade, like sharpie ink.
Mikaella took off the rest of her clothes, wincing slightly as she pulled her tube top off. It seemed tighter than she remembered from yesterday. Wearing the tight top overnight must have really chafed her nipples, leaving them extra sensitive and a bit inflamed. Her shorts also gave her a bit more trouble than she remembered.
Whatever, nothing a hot shower shouldn’t fix.