Dick Disturber


Written by Septia.


Flavours of honey melon liqueur and gin transfer between our lips in our kiss as my lips plant onto hers. I can't help but let my tongue wander into her maw, exploring her gorgeous flesh while I leaned further into the exchange. She moaned in return, the shift causing the surrounding shelves to rattle with the cleaning equipment stocking the walls. I pull back, watching the flustered mess of panting before me, strands of brown locks glowing amber in the swaying light of the cleaning closet. 
	“Baby you're just the snack I’ve been having dreams of,” I say in as deep and suave tone I can muster, “I didn't know they didn't know they let you take alcohol on the convention premises…” 
	“Funny thing about that,” she said with a snide tilt of her head, “they don't~.” 
	I scoff, leaning in to rest my forehead to hers, wrapping my arms around her back. “Oh you are such a naughty girl, naughty enough to bring home and, have some real fun with…,” I suggested with a flick of my eyebrow. 
	“Home?” She asked perplexed, an expression that melted into a smirk as she folded her arms over my shoulders and schooched me into her embrace. “Aren't gonna keep me in suspense, are you, bub?” 
	I chuckle, peering back towards the door, hearing to the backdrop of muted bustle of attendants outside. “We'd have a lot more time, wouldn't need to hold back on you back home, isn't that what you wanted?” 
	She flashed her grin. “Ain't no way this hot hunk of man-meat dragged me into a dingy closet, just, for a make out. I ain't leaving until you pork my ham glazed and raw.” The last three words tuned to a hump against my crotch, which reciprocated with a bounce back from the twitching eager budding beneath. 
	“Awh hell… you're on, porkloins, I'mma bout to take this little piggy places it won't forget,” I mused and stamped my lips back onto hers, a plush bump of our saliva splattering between us whilst I fiddled with my fly to uncage my raging hardon. 
	She worked her arms down off of me to pry at the brim of her pegged skirt. 
	A rush of lust surged trough my spine and out my dick, which swelled, larger, wider, breaching towrads the gate of my fly. The bulge pinned into her abs, ripping the top button off of my jeans, tearing through to peel the jeans off of me, slidig down my asa to sag together like a lizard’s halfway shed skin. 
	“Oh Bebai…” I wheezed in and tugged her closer, smothering our bodies together in a vein attempt to halt the growth of my dick. But the battering ram cleaved us apart up to our guts. But where the mast stopped, its head inflated, warping back over a pillar of pale cerulean aether emerging in between us. The force spread our torsos aside as it advanced up past our necks, breaking our kiss and solidifying. My catch stared up shocked at the luminant figure risen between us, arms forging at its sides just to grab her shoulders, as its head split open in a broad gape. Manifested lips spanned with tethers of drool looming above the brunette's head before dunking down to cram her cranium up its throat. -Gllrpmgmpgsh- 
	“What thhumfmpgh-,” she exclaimed, muffled by the maw. 
	I grabbed a hold of thee girl's wrists, to keep her steady.
	The cyan lips sprawled down her throat, enveloping her shoulders as the ghastly figure screwed itself down over her frame, torso slathered in up the onslaught of the greedy maw -Shhrrllrps- -Gllrlrsktk-. The turgid crackle of spittle and struggles squealing with the moist crackle of frying boar in cold oil. The dick projected maw engufled her chest and wound down her torso. 
	“Hell no you don't. You slimy, sack ofmmf.” I wheezed and hissed as I fumbled my hands down the reaches of the pale maw drawing over my girls, finger clutching and hooking onto the lips but only felt myself tugged along or slipping off as the worming motion choked down her lap. 
	“Let… go off, my bitch…” I growled. Agression taking over as I slapped into the cloak of cyan enshroueding her. My fist clapping in with the humid impact of slapping a steak lined in sheets of nougat wax -Cggtwkwt- -Ckttddwm-. 
	This only elicited muffled groans from the girl inside. “Gmrmmgps.” 
	“Oohoa right, that's still you in here,” I realised. 
	The blue figure reeled forwards and slammed itself back ito my chest, the outline of the girl's head – locked in the back of its throat – knocking into my neck and drumming the breath out of my lungs. 
	I stumbled back to grab onto a shelf for support. 
	A hearty swallow echoed from the figure down into my mast as it arched back -Ghhrlmmmpgh-, lifting her legs off of the ground and leaving me to balance with the lopsided center of gravity. My ass got reacquainted with the ground moments later, shooting ache up my back up my spine, cutting through the lunge rinse sese of lust still present. -Clltgllmp-Pssgwwps- I heard the gurgles and gulps peal around me, opening my eyes to stare into the parade of bulges exåanding down the ghostly cyan creature, creeping down towards the tip of my dick. 
	“Awwh hell just, wait a second-.” I groaned before the lump of her head – looking like someone tried to thread an acorn down a latex straw – barreled into my cockpit -Chhrrllsptcht-. The head slid through,  dickhead extended wide around the perimeter of her face, the smooth bulges siphoned from ashen blue to my deep burgundy dick, barreling straight into me. 
	The lumps of the beunette steamrolled down the figure's form as they chugged down her torso, clamping lips around her rear before looking back at me struggling. The gaze chilling tat he back of the nape of my neck. They wrapped their arms together and, gyrating their form downwards. -Chhrarltpsh- Cllspgthaht- With the squeaks and crinkles of scuba gear inflating with gruel as their form shimmied down my dick, the bulges of them and the girl's body within compiling down the reachers of my cockslit and ballooning my member in dunes of their body. 
	-Shhsrllprthh-. Sluggish dunes journeying down the length of my length to pack into my nuts. I felt them growing already -Sgshpwh-. Broadening as just the gal's legs flailed out my tip.
	I clasped a hold of an ankle, steadying myself to inhibit her gradual sinking past the event horison of my meat. 
	“I'm not, gonna let him, snatch those gams…” I wheezed out. Tugging on her thighs. 
	“Mfmwpghh.” Her muffled groans reverberated my sh swollen shaft… 
	The cyan embrace spooled up back up, swalllowing up her hips, enveloping the her legs in a gratuitous -Shhrrllrap- slurps and crinkling smacks. Passing over my grasp of thigh and ankle before turning to me with the bitch's feet resting out wise its mouth. A chalk white tongue lulled out to smack up the holes of her boots and -Ghhrrllbpsh- fold them down its throat, lips sealing away the wriggling soles of the slimy throat. 
	For a moment we stared at each other. My palms drippling with their cytoplasmic mucus. The outline of the girl's legs spanning from my congested dick all the way up their throat. 
	They tilted their head back -Ghhrooomgmpglh- and in one tremendous gulp the clutter of her contours clogged down to croowd through my cock – I felt like an hourglass depositing all its sand to the bottom in one swing. I sat back, sweating and groaning as the bulldozing bulges rolled down my dick, engorging it in a congested dome of fair flesh -Ghbbvrrglpgsh-, the thin cyan membrane enough to feel every twitch and squirm of my lady friend as she was unwittingly devoured by my dick and jailed in my juggling jewels jostling giant in gratuitous girth -Chhgrllprbghtht-. 
	My sack sloughing and sluggish on the floor, cleaving apart my thighs and legs wide to fit the arm's plump orbs. The last tattered remains of my pants wrapped around my shins in a makeshift shackle, leaving me locked in place staring at the thick mast, juggling recoiling nuts. 
	The figure extending out of my dick folding their arms over their non-distinct chest. 
	“Oo-oooh,” I started, a hand scratching the back of my head. “Heeey Zareb, you look lik-gmmnngs… you're holding up fine.” 
	They raised a single eyebrow.
	“C-co-moooon she was right there, she literally asked for it, Zareb.” 
	“Hardly think that falls within the purvey regarding how 'willing' your sexual incursions are. My imperative remains the same: to prevent those excursions.”
	I grabbed my punched my fists up against my face with a drawn out groan. “You actual cock-block.”

“Oh, that would be thename of the story, is it not?” 
	“Hell if I know, the name's essentially last in the creative process. It might be? Unless they've figured out another name last minute.”
	“Right so.”
	“Hey Zareb, by the way,” I tap my still enroged dick then point up to them, “do you think this counts as cock vore or oral vore?” 
	“Ahem, I believe the ambiguity and union of them to be part of the story's point.” 
	“Yeah, pish posh whatever. You're still a rude ass cock-block.” 

“Rude. Accurate attribution, still rude.” Zareb said and shuffled down deeper into my dick. A squealing of lube drenched steaks ringing out as my dick was force fed the parasite -Chllpltch-. He met me at eyel level. “Here I expected you to honor the leeway I provided you, to join this convention without escorted. But seems you took it upon yourself to find your own escort.” They paused, eyebrows furrowed, “You believe yourself capable enough to simply do away with me? By blowing me up into some runt's ass?” 
	“Aha…,” I mumbled, “can't blame me for trying to shoot my shot, can ya?” 
	“I can, when that the proverbial shot you are referring to, is me.” 
	“Killjoy…,” I mumbled, brushing down the side of my gratuitously inflated  nuts. “She looked so pretty…” 
	“He.” 
	I blinked. “What-now?” 
	“He, they were male, biologically speaking. I had ample chance to assess their sex while scoffig them down my throat.” 
	I thought back to her: the way she carried herself, the elegant yet skimpy skirt, the cute hair, the smooth face. My eyelid twitched. “Yooou, mean to rell me… if you hadn't itervened… I could have bagged, the hottest femboy, this side of the pond?” 
	Zared smirked. “Here I thought you peopled enjoyed others inside of them.” 
	“It's supposed to be me inside him, not you inside me inside him, wait, me… inside… him inside, you inside… me…” I mumbled after my train wreck of a sentence. 
	-Ghrhbghsh- Balls growling and constricting and retracting from dangling to resting against my thighs. Outlines confined and kneaded from torso sized to a mere pair of fat melons -Ggrbbggllpshths-. My sweet, hot femboy bunched up to a pair of weighy dumbells of a pair of nuts.
	“You ought to get back to your convention, is it not what you've been waiting to attend.” 
	“Ehm, yeah, great idea dickstick, but even if I wanted to, you wrecked my pants.” 
	Zabra snatched up something from the floor and threw it in my face. “This ought to be suitable enough, you'd look good in it.” They said before revolving down into the chugging grasp of my dick -Ghhrlpg-Ghhrpgl-Ghrluunkg-  shrinking down my dock to reasonable dimensions, but leaving my balls swollen and sluggish. 
	I peeled the femboy's skirt off of my face, staring at it, and sighing. 


~ 1 ~


-Chggjgjs-. My orbs jostled like a pair of motor-oil jugs, making each a faint indent on the skirt, but concealed from the cur all but the most curious of gazes -Vhhgllugg-. 
	“Pha… least you got some sense of fashion, wouldn't wanna be lugging you around strangled in some jeans.” I cupped the hanging orbs weighing over my thighs: my balls with-no-chain… “C-mon, toots, lets enjoy try to enjoy ourselves with some, other, leaisure activities.” I mumbled, and opened the door to vacate the convention floor cleaning closet, with the only trace of the incident a pair of pants crumpled in a wastebasket.