“Did you get the lit homework done?” Seema asked, grabbing a scoop of peaches. “I couldn’t really figure it out.”
“Of course!” April responded, “I can run you through it during lunch.” The girls walked to their table of choice and sat down. April grabbed her backpack, shuffling through its contents as Seema began her meal.
“Ladies and gentleman! May I please have your attention!” A loud voice boomed over the cafeteria. Seema’s face twitched. That voice. Was that Annie? Seema turned to find its source.
There was a girl standing on the centermost table in the cafeteria. Seema strained to see her face, but the blaring lights blacked it out to a silhouette.
“I’m sure many of you tuned into our steam last night, but I believe now is the perfect time for a live show!” The girl reached into her bag and pulled out a disc. With a press of a button, Seema’s cock was on full display in front of the entire school, hoisted high like a proud trophy.
Seema felt a rush of panic wash over her. Fight or flight ignited, and flight won out in an instant. Seema shot up from her table But before she could even make it a few steps–
“And that poor soul is the owner of our famous little crybaby right here!” A finger shot out towards Seema. Seema yelped, scrambling over the benches and chairs of the cafeteria, but her legs were shaky and weak as the fear washed over her.
“Grab her! Grab her!” The AI voice squealed with joy. Hands erupted from tables she was trying to bob and weave her way through, grabbing her arms and hair, popping buttons on her uniform’s shirt as they tugged and dragged her back towards the center table.
“Why don’t you stop struggling, girl. At least, if you want to finally cum that is.” Her body froze, as if the word was a trigger for some hypnotic spell on her. Every cell in her body ached with desperation, like the very air she breathed was pure arousal, filling her to her finger tips with every breath.
“Since we got her cock out already, might as well get the rest of her matching!” Seema felt hands cover her, grabbing and stripping her uniform off with no regard for her comfort, groping and pawing at her as they did. The fabric tore and snapped as the hands ravenously obeyed their silhouetted leader, until they all disappeared at once, tossing her to the tiled floors.
Seema tried to cover herself, wrapping her arms around her chest as she curled into a ball. The school around her laughed and giggled as camera shutters clicked like cicadas.
The silhouette stepped down off the table, stopping just before Seema’s cowered form. She took a few fingers and wrapped it around Seema’s cock.
“Do you wanna cum, crybaby?” She began to stroke it. Seema’s body reacted like an electric shock. Her entire being jolted with pleasure. She couldn’t hold back.
“Please, yes please let me cum!” The crowd around her mocked her desperation, mimicking her begging among scores of laughter. But Seema couldn’t stop. She needed it, more than she needed her pride. If her reddening cheeks were the cost, she would pay it.
“Then show us how badly you need it, crybaby. No more covering yourself!” The silhouette stroked faster. Seema’s face was so hot it spread down her entire neck and chest, but it still paled in comparison to the heat of her need. So Seema obeyed.
She sat up, placing her arms behind her back and allowing the school to see her perked chest. Students would step past the makeshift wall of bodies surrounding her in order to snap pictures of her. Each face was recognizable. A guy from English class. A girl from the soccer team. The football captain. One of the bottom legs of the cheer pyramid. April–
“That isn’t enough, crybaby! Spread your legs for us. Show us how you want to be touched.” It seemed to happen in slow motion. Her body obeyed the silhouette’s commands like she was remote controlled. A doll whose strings her captor had a firm grasp on, and was determined to make dance for the school.
Seema sat back, spreading her legs wide to reveal the metal plate where her cock should’ve been. She stroked the air above it, and the silhouette perfectly matched her. It felt like she was stroking herself for the first time in a century.
The camera shutters grew in kind with her desperation. As if her arousal directly fed their frenzy to forever capture her exposed on the cafeteria floor. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Seema tried to cover her face with her free hand, but a hand emerged from the mass of spectators around her and stopped it in its place.
This one hand broke the dam, giving permission for a tsunami of hands to spread across her body. They groped and kneaded her chest, pulled her hair to keep her head up and in the spotlight, grabbed her thighs and pulled them wider. Nothing was off limits to them. Her body became a communal plaything for endless greedy hands and peering laughing eyes.
But all the while, her hand didn’t stop. She stroked faster and faster as the hands attacked her. Burning embarrassment couldn’t stop her desperation.
Finally. Finally she felt the edge approaching. She squeezed the air, begging the silhouette to tighten their grip. And they did. Pleasure cascaded inside her like she couldn’t believe. She had almost forgotten how incredible cumming could feel. But in that moment, she remembered. The pure unbridled ecstasy that courses through you. It was a wondrous oasis to her recent drought.
She screamed as cum erupted from her cock. The silhouette stroked it just above Seema’s body, plastering her face in her own release. But the relief Seema was expecting didn’t come. Why!? She just came!! She stroked faster and harder, and the silhouette did the same. But it didn’t help!
“Please!!” Seema begged, “Please let me cum!!” A white wide smile grew eerily across the silhouettes face. But she abided. She continued stroking in pace with Seema.
Another orgasm thrashed violently from her cock, plastering her chest. Then another, across her thighs and metal plate. Another in her hair. Over and over and over again Seema came, each time experiencing the tip over the edge. Experiencing the convulsions and spurts of cum. But the relief? The pleasure? That never came. It was like eating a 5 course meal while starving to death, but everything she ate had no flavor.
Camera flashes blurred her vision. Laughter and mockery flooded her ears. Hot streaks of her own cum covered her skin, dripping down her in full view of everyone she knew. Seema's heart raced. Her chest heaved with frantic breaths. And every fiber of her being ached with arousal. And in her head, the same thought looped over and over again. One more orgasm.
Seema’s world suddenly went black. She felt a heavy weight in her eye lids. Her sprawling, desperate pose against the cool cafeteria tiles morphed into warm sheets, with her hips grinding her slowly against her mattress. Her core teetered painful close to the edge.
Seema groaned with feral frustration, her anger only amplified by her cranky morning emotions. She tore her hips from her mattress with pure spite, kicking the blankets off her. She cradled her face in her hands, rubbing the exhaustion from it.
What the hell was that dream? That did not just come out of her head. She began to roll from her bed, but her knees felt weak against the ground, forcing her to stop in place. She could say that all she wanted, but she could feel it: Her cock throbbing and leaking in the pocket dimension, aching as close to the edge as her mystery owner teased her last night.
Last night… The memory rushed back into her mind, finally displacing the embarrassment she felt from her dream. But it only replaced it with a different kind of embarrassment.
She still couldn't believe it. Not only was her cock pinned up like a painting at a museum for several locker rooms full of her classmates to photograph, tease and torment, but there was an entire streaming account dedicated to her cock! A streaming account to broadcast her torture to whoever wanted to watch.
Seema couldn’t even count how many people had seen her cock by now. How many videos and pictures were saved on her classmates' phones, being shared around like a humiliating plague. Seema felt her cock twitch in sync with a dreadful ache in her stomach.
She pulled out her phone. She quickly navigated to the one streamer she had followed, and opened their saved VODs. She scrolled past the saved hours of her being teased in the fucking machine, all the while, keeping her eyes on the viewer count.
Despite it being the middle of the school day for most of it, there were never less than 30 people watching at any given time. It’s as if there was a full classroom in her school dedicated to the stream. Her peers would shift in and out, but there were always enough to fill the seats. She scrolled through hours of the stream, reading every chat message as she did. With every new username she didn’t recognize, her stomach churned. Yet another person she most likely knew, tuning in to watch her cock as someone else’s plaything.
Seema lost track of time. Her mind was completely consumed by her phone. Consumed by mortifying embarrassment. Consumed by arousal. Her cock ached. So hard for so long, constantly twitching in the swirl of teasing warmth from the pocket dimension. Her hips rocked incessantly against a pillow she stuffed between her legs only a few minutes into her rewatch. Her world dissolved away into a string of humiliation by her peers and the need leaking from her detached cock. Until the pocket dimension suddenly disappeared.
Seema was startled from her trance. The moment her cock re-emerged, her face flushed. Someone was looking at her cock right now, and she knew all too well how hard it was. How a single twitch would dribble a spurt of precum down her shaft. She could hear Annie’s voice in her head. Wow! Hasn’t been touched all night and yet you come out this hard? This desperate? Already crying in frustration?
Seema cursed herself. She was giving her captor exactly what they wanted. Proof that their teasing was getting to her. Why didn’t she spend the morning watching TV? Or shopping? Or doing anything else besides teasing herself!?
She immediately closed the stream. That was it. She wouldn’t give them anything else. If they wanted her bare and begging on the cafeteria floor, they were going to be disappointed!
Warmth slowly surrounded her cock. Not the warmth of the pocket dimension, but something else. Something hotter. It felt like a bath of hot honey. The heat throbbed against her cock, pulling bloodflow like a trigger. Her already throbbing cock was consumed by it, beckoning her to stay as hard as possible. Each second that passed, the warmth seemed to soak in deeper. Finding every wrinkle of her cock, every nook and cranny down to every pore.
Despite the pleasure it brought, Seema’s cock began to twitch less and less. The honey congealed around her, sealing her like drying concrete. And as the substance thickened, the heat increased. It was just below uncomfortable, but hot enough to ensure her erection like she was vacuum sealed against it.
The sensation lasted about ten minutes, before as abruptly as it came, the heat was peeled from her cock like a rubber glove. The cool air was stark in contrast, but it lasted only a moment before she was submerged back into the familiar warm swirl of the pocket dimension.
Seema sat in silence, waiting for her captor to pull her back out and continue with some newly concocted form of torment. The clock on her wall filled the room with repeated ticks. Nothing. Seema pushed herself from her bed, grabbing a pair of panties and a T-shirt from her dresser. She wasn’t just going to sit around all day waiting on pins and needles. She needed a distraction. Seema grabbed her phone.
“Hey, good morning, Seema,” April greeted after a few rings.
“Hey, April. You feel like hangin’ today? My parents are out of town, and I’m feeling bored.” Bored was a better excuse. She wasn’t about to say, I’m dying of horniness and I need a distraction.
“Yeah, sure! Give me like an hour? I’ll get dressed, grab some snacks and head over!”
“Sounds good, see ya soon.” Seema tossed her phone on the bed.
–
The afternoon was wonderful. April showed up with Pocky and microwave popcorn. The girls snacked, alternating between studying, gossiping, and watching bad reality TV. It felt like life was normal again. The constant ache of desire Seema experienced was just subtle enough, and just consistent enough for her to push it to the back of her mind. To almost forget about, in the same way a riveting conversation on a winter walk could make you forget the cold.
Seema’s doorbell rang.
“You expecting someone?” April asked, looking up from her books.
“No?” Seema raised an eyebrow towards the door. “Probably just a delivery my parents forgot to tell me about. I’ll be right back.” Seema hopped up from her bed and made her way to the door. Her room was upstairs and on the far side of the house, so it took some time.
She opened the door. There was a box sitting on her porch. But rather than the usual printed shipping label she was expecting, the box was sealed with a strip of duct tape. It had one word scribbled across the top in sharpie. Seema.
She looked up and down the street. A few passing cars, but no pedestrians and no delivery trucks. Seema felt a twinge of anxiety sprout in her stomach.
“April?” Seema shouted up as she closed the front door. “Can you come down here?” Seema heard April’s steps down the stairs as she made her way to the kitchen.
“What’s up?” April rounded the corner, joining Seema at the kitchen island.
“I don’t think this is from amazon,” Seema angled the box towards her friend.
“Woah, what the heck?” April walked up to inspect the box. “Who sent that?”
“I don’t know, it was just on the porch.” Seema began to peel the duct tape off.
“Wait wait!!” April yelped, Seema’s shoulders tensed, darting her eyes to her friend, “What if it's like… a bomb or something?”
“Really? A bomb?” Seema placed a hand on her hip, “Who is gonna send a student a bomb?”
“I don’t know… it just looks–” Seema resumed opening the box. She tore the duct tape off and flipped it open. The moment she looked inside, her stomach dropped.
There was a sheet of printer paper covering the contents of the box with two words written on it. Lose something? April put a hand over her mouth in silence.
“H-how, how do they know? How do they know it’s mine!?” Seema shook, grabbing the paper for a closer look, as if she must have misread the words. Suddenly her dream came rushing back to her mind. If they know it’s mine, what's to stop them from–
“Seema look!!” Seema peeled her eyes from the page to see April pointing inside the box. In the corner of her eye, something was revealed inside the box, previously beneath the sheet of paper. Something Seema had been longing to see. Something incredibly familiar.
“Holy shit!” Pure excitement filled her voice. Her cock was sitting inside the box. “Yes yes yes!!” She yelled, frantically reaching inside and grabbing it. She didn’t care that her friend was right there. She didn’t think about closing the box in shame or telling her friend to look away. Finally feeling her own hands on her cock was all she wanted.
But the moment her hands touched her cock, she didn’t feel the pleasure she was expecting. In fact, she felt nothing at all.
“Wh-Why not…?” Seema barely whispered beneath her breath, as overwhelming excitement crumbled into disbelief.
“I can’t believe they just gave it back! You must be so happy!” April exclaimed. But Seema was too preoccupied to listen. Too preoccupied to hear the hint of disappointment in April’s voice. Her mind was focused on the swirling warmth still encompassing her cock. She was still in the pocket dimension. But at the same time…
Seema studied the cock. How? What was happening? It felt exactly like her cock in her hands, from the way the skin shifted under pressure, to the way her balls shifted against gravity as it twirled. It looked exactly like her cock, in the gradients of color from the base to the tip. The familiarity she knew like her own name was there, down to the smallest detail.
She turned the cock in her hand, feeling a dizzying sense of surreality as the flesh compressed and shifted between her fingers, but without feeling so much as a graze of it. She turned it to study the base. There was no metal plate, no portal disk. The base was simply flesh, with a small extruding rim encircling it and a hole near the center.
“I-It’s not,” Seema finally spoke loud enough to freeze April’s celebration. “It’s not my cock. It’s a replica.”
“What?! But it looks exactly–!” April froze, flushing with embarrassment as she realized what she was admitting. But Seema was too dazed to notice.
“No, no no no no no,” Seema whispered. They still had her cock. And even if they had given it back, they knew who she was! At any given moment they could tell the world, and then every person who teased her during red light green light, every person who took pictures and videos and shared them with her friends, every person who tuned into the streams. The entire school could put a face to crybaby. Her face!
Overwhelmed. That word encompassed everything Seema was experiencing. Enough fear and dread to make her curl up and cry. So much arousal she’d nearly out herself to the school just to cum. Her chest raced as fast as her thoughts. A constant war between searching for a way out and powerlessness beckoning her to give in completely. Her hand moved back and forth in smooth strokes along the cock she wished she could feel.
“There’s something else in the box,” April pulled Seema back. She quickly held her cock behind her back, obscuring it from April’s view. Inside was a large bulky envelope and another toaster sized box. Seema pressed the replica cock against her back as realization warmed her cheeks. April had not only just seen her cock up close and personal, but she had been stroking it in front of her.
“O-oh you’re right, thanks. I’m going to um… Open the rest in the bathroom I think.” April straightened up with surprise, before breaking off eye contact.
“R-right of course,” She giggled. “I’ll be in your room if you need me,” She smiled. Seema returned the gesture, and April ascended the stairs.
Seema grabbed the box and rushed to the bathroom. She had no idea what could be in the box, but given her captor's tendencies, she doubted it was a box of chocolates. And she couldn’t handle any more humiliating gifts in front of her friend.
She slammed the door and tore open the envelope. Inside was a folded letter and two larger discs Seema instantly recognized. She swallowed a knot in her throat and opened the letter.
Dear Crybaby,
I’m sure all of your devoted fans would be dying to know which of their classmates happened to be the owner of such an adorable leaky thing! And I would be happy to tell them! However, I am a reasonable girl, and instead of going right out and telling them, I have a proposition for you. Inside the envelope are two long distance portal discs. Since I have been such a wonderful caretaker to the disc you so carelessly misplaced, I think it’s only fair to reward me with a growing collection! These portal discs are already linked to the receiving ends I have. They have a locking feature as well, sealing in place the moment the buttons on the sides are pressed on your end, and only unlocking if the buttons on my end are pressed. If you’d like our secret to remain just between friends, I’d like these long distance portals locked on your tits before 6pm exactly. If not, that works too! It will make tonight’s stream that much more enjoyable!
-Annie
P.S. I bet suddenly showing up to school with no tits might clue in your classmates on who crybaby is, so I included a gift. Did you like your replica cock? Feels like the real thing, huh? And I would know! I’ve included a synthetic flesh production kit so you can make a copy of your tits like I did your little cock! They will seal around the portal discs, making it look and feel just like the real thing, just without the pleasure! It was expensive as hell!!! Aren’t I such a nice owner?
Seema sat down on the toilet lid, letting the letter drop to her side. She looked at the two discs in the envelope. Was she really going to do this? Her mind screamed no, but she could already feel it deep down. An acceptance. A knowing that the discs might as well have already been sealed on her chest. Her cock ached in its swirling prison. She grabbed her chest, shuddering at the pleasure it sent through her. Since her cock had been off limits, her chest had become increasingly sensitive. Every touch was euphoric, and she would spend hours playing with them, trying to push over the edge. The thought of them out of her reach, too? She nearly moaned with dread.
She checked the clock. 4:38pm. She wasn’t sure how long it would take to make her replacement tits, but she absolutely had to have them. There was no way she’d show up to school flat as a board and praying no one would ask any questions. And if 6pm was her deadline…
Seema opened the second box, revealing the kit her captor had mentioned. In order to create such lifelike replicas, Seema had assumed the process would be complex. But it was surprisingly straightforward. She first used a scanning device which lit her chest with a laser grid. It flashed furiously as it captured hundreds of images from every angle. She then smeared a honey-like substance across her chest. A sensation she immediately recognized. It slowly inflated and hardened around each tit, allowing her to peel it off and reveal two perfect molds of her chest.
Once the molds were created, She grabbed two bottles, one labeled “synthetic skin”, the other labeled "synthetic breast tissue.” From reading their pamphlet, they had a bottle for everything. Thigh fat, penile tissue, even muscle fibers, bone, and cartilage. By simply buying a pack for what you wanted to replicate, they would include bottles of the required materials for at home production.
She poured the “skin” bottle in, maneuvering the molds to allow it to coat the surface, and then poured in the breast tissue. After 15 minutes, perfect physical replicas of her chest were removed from the molds, and the laser device from before used the reference images to tattoo the surface with every detail, from color of her skin and nipples, down to her pores and freckles.
Seema held the fake breasts in her hands. She shook them, squeezed them, twisted their nipples. They were so real. She blushed as she held them close to her face. If she was with someone in bed, this is exactly what they would see. Exactly what they would touch. She felt like a spectator to her own body, feeling a subtle twinge of excitement and pride. They were wonderful.
Seema checked the clock again. 5:52pm. She had gotten distracted in the enjoyment of her new toys, she had almost forgotten why she had made them in the first place. Suddenly the enjoyment of playing with her new tits faded, replaced by the realization that soon they would be the only ones she could play with.
She grabbed one of the portal disks. She tapped its button, and the portal sprang to life. The moment she saw the familiar swirling, her mind shot back to the first day she saw it. The day she ordered her cock portal. The day that started everything since. Her heart rate rose as she held it close to her chest, hovering it just an inch past her nipple. She took a deep breath, then slowly lowered it on.
Her tit began to disappear into the disc, being submerged in a familiar warm swirling. She bit her lip, quickly pressing it firmly against her ribs, and before she had a moment to think, she pressed the button on the side. The disc shrunk slightly, sealing around her tit in a familiar sensation.
In the same frantic burst of motivation, she grabbed the second portal and slapped it to her chest, sealing it just as quickly, giving herself no time to chicken out. She moaned the moment they were sealed. A flash of arousal washed over her like she was thrust into heat, and a sudden desire to play with her chest overwhelmed her.
She pressed her hands into the plates, hungrily rubbing against their steel as the desire grew, but all she felt was swirling warmth, tickling her sensitive nipples with excruciating softness. What the hell did she just do?! She looked at the clock. 5:54pm. She still had six minutes, why did she lock them on early!? Why didn’t she play with them for awhile first!?
Her hands rushed from steel disc to steel disc, manically switching between her chest and her crotch and back to her chest. Her frustration grew under the constant tease of the pocket dimension, and the constant rejection her hands felt in search for more pleasure. Her mind felt like it would crumble under the need. Her hands rubbed feverishly with no relief, finally ending up in her hair, clenching and pulling against it in raw frustration as she let out a guttural groan. She tried to use the pain to drown out her vexation, but it somehow only amplified it. She was about to scream when she heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Seema?” April’s muffled voice pierced the wooden door. “Are you okay? It's been like an hour? I’m a little worried.” Seema stiffened, quickly fixing her hair as if April could see through the door.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just give me a second and I’ll head up.”
“Are you sure? Look, if you need to talk or something–?”
“Really, I’m fine,” Seema steadied her voice, trying to ooze reassurance. “I’ll be up in a bit, then we can open that second box of Pocky.” April giggled softly.
“Okay, see you up there then.” Seema stayed perfectly still as April’s footsteps retreated. She took a slow, deep breath, attempting to stifle her arousal with pure willpower. She grabbed her “new” tits, and slid them over the steel plates. The flesh pressed against the metal, wrapping around the edges and sealing with a shockingly powerful suction. The edges of the false skin thinned until they were virtually see-through, and by pressing them against her own skin surrounding the discs, they almost combined with her own body, virtually seamless.
She grabbed her chest, squishing them in her hands and kneading them like she had so many times before. To her hands, it was any other day. But the sensations were gone. She grabbed their nipples, pulling on them harder and harder. Her chest lifted under the pressure as it always did, but with no pain. The suction kept them firmly in place.
“Oh fuck…” Seema whispered. She felt her arousal building once more. She dropped her nipples. Her tits bounced softly as they recoiled. She was about to put her clothes back on when her eyes spotted her replica cock resting on the bathroom counter. She hesitated for a moment, but then grabbed it and began affixing it in place.
“Shiiiit,” Seema whispered, taking a step back to see her full body in the mirror. There was no longer a trace of metal on her. The fake cock sealed around the disc just like her tits had. The hole through the cock aligned perfectly with the small hole on the disc. Her balls swung gently with every step and movement. Seema couldn’t resist, instantly reaching between her legs and fondling them with her hand.
She grabbed her cock, moaning as her hands fell back into their usual pattern, softly gliding up the skin in smooth, sensual strokes. She could almost feel it as she watched herself stroke in the mirror. But only almost. She tossed her head back groaning as she pulled her hand away. She grabbed her clothes and quickly slipped them back on.
It felt strange. The usual sensation of her shirt against her chest was gone. Her nipples poked through her shirt, standing indefinitely erect, although not much different from her real nipples given her normalizing state. Her cock was similar. Completely erect, but able to move freely at its base, similar to her real cock. She slipped on her panties, orienting her cock up towards their band. She blushed in the mirror. Even perpetually hard, her size allowed her to hide it fairly easily.
She finished getting dressed and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked just like her old self. As if everything was completely normal, just as every day had been for years of her life. Yet all the while, her cock throbbed and leaked, and her tits joined it in the teasing swirl under someone else’s possession. She gave her hair one final brush, grabbed the packaging off the counter, and threw it away on her way upstairs.
–
Seema kicked her room door closed and flopped on the bed. April was reading a fantasy book with a stick of Pocky in her mouth, slowly nibbling it. Her eyes broke from the page to watch her friend plop down with exhaustion.
“So…” April broke the silence. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly,” Seema placed her hands on her face, blocking out her blush.
“Are you still worried about them knowing? Do you think that they’ll…”
“They won’t tell anymore, at least, not for now.” Seema was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince April.
“Oh, well that’s great! …That’s great…” April repeated, filling the silence since Seema didn’t respond.
“Yep.” Seema finally responded. She grabbed a stick of Pocky and tossed it in her mouth and immediately grabbed another while she was slowly working the first down. She snatched her phone and opened up youtube, eagerly scrolling for a distraction. And then her phone buzzed.
A streamer you follow has gone live! Tune in now to see what they’re up to! Seema’s stomach dropped. She only followed one streamer.
April grabbed her phone nearly in sync, then immediately dropped it and went back to her book like nothing happened. Seema felt a rush of embarrassment. Did April get the same notification? She didn’t hear anything, but what if it was just too soft of a vibration to hear? Her vibrate was full blast! Did April hear her phone buzz? If she got the same notification, then she’ll know what her notification was for! Does April really follow the stream? Is she watching all of them? What does she think about them–?
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick,” April snapped her book closed.
“A-Alright,” Seema nodded, pretending to keep her focus dialed in on whatever filled her screen after panic swiping the notification from it. April pushed off the bed and left the room, closing the door behind her.
The moment April was gone, Seema opened the stream, dialing the volume of her phone to the lowest setting and holding it close to her head.
“Welcome welcome welcome!” A familiar AI voice greeted the stream. On the screen were the same empty hardwood floors. In the center were three metal discs. “I have exciting news! Our collection has grown a little bit! Of course we have our favorite, Crybaby herself,” A gloved hand reached into frame and tapped the button on the side of one of the discs. Seema’s cock was thrust onto screen. Seema winced with embarrassment. She always did, seeing her own cock plastered across the internet.
Bexxx: yaaay! Wasn’t expecting another stream so soon!
Sabrielle: awww there it is! Already dribbling a little right out of the gate too!
Jumboj4k3: yo she just say “herself”?
Somononon: oh damn you right she totally did!
Sabrielle: holy shittt!! You know who????
Bexxx: waitwait, how is the collection growing??
Seema’s nerves ignited. Was that a slip up by Annie? Did they mean to say that? Were they about to expose her!? She gave them her tits!!
“Ahhh, some of you are a little too clever!” Annie giggled. “I did say ‘herself’! And that’s because I know exactly who’s the owner of our little tantrum-throwing nub here! And her name would beee…!” Seema’s dream filled her mind once again. This was it. Everyone would know. Her future was set. Stripped on the cafeteria floor. A dribble of precum leaked from a fresh twitch on stream.
“Naah, I’m just kidding, you all already know her name! It’s crybaby of course!” Annie laughed, running a single finger up Seema’s cock. Seema’s butt clenched as her hips instinctively thrust forwards, trying to heighten the pleasure. But her cock remained stationary on her captors floor. The only movement being a series of desperate throbs that followed the fingers departure.
“I think our little girl here has enough personality all on her own, who needs a face for that! But some tits? I think those would go along quite nicely.”
Bexxx: whaaaat?? Cmon tell usss!!
Somononon: damn, was looking forwards to knowing who. Oh well, I’m sure she’ll tell us eventually xD
Sabrielle: did someone say tits????? O_o <3 <3
Jumboj4k3: wait those two portals on the floor??? Hahahaha wtf girl how did you get her tits too?!!?
Sabrielle: your going to have her whole body in a few weeks at this rate!!! ^-^
“No no, not at all Sabrielle,” Annie responded. “Afterall, I already have the essentials, what more do I really need?” The gloved hands reached in frame and pressed the buttons on both the remaining discs. Seema squeaked into her sheets as her chest appeared on stream.
“Holy shit holy shit holy shit,” Seema whispered to herself, pressing her free hands into the inferno that was her face. The disbelief and embarrassment Seema had felt the first time her cock was shown to the world? She felt it all over again. She looked at the viewer count. 133. There was no going back. 133 of her classmates now had seen her chest, and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it. The streaming service would automatically save the VOD. A VOD those 133 could take and share with any of their friends. Or screenshot and keep for themselves forever.
Bexxx: holy shit look at her thrash!! I think she likes her tits up on screen!
Jumboj4k3: if youre gonna keep her out to play much longer, might wanna grb the tarp xD
“Oh don’t worry,” Annie continued, using her gloved hands to wipe up the few drops of precum on her floor. She then rubbed her finger on one of Seema’s tits, smearing the precum across her skin. Seema grabbed her chest where the smear of precum slowly cooled on her skin, but all she felt was her shirt over her mimicked tit, clutched in her hand. “I won’t be playing with her too long. In fact, that brings me to the point of today’s stream!”
“Do you all remember in like middle school when Mrs. Franklin had that pet lizard as a class pet? What was his name? Like, Kilimanjaro or something?”
Jumboj4k3: Holy shiiiit deep cut hahaha, bro I almost forgot about him!
Bexxx: gotta admit, I was not expecting this conversation shift
Sabrielle: awww yea! He was so cuuuute!
Jumboj4k3: cute? That little guy shit on my desk man.
“Okay okay, clearly you all remember him,” Annie laughed. “The reason I brought him up, is I think crybaby should be our new class pet! And do you all remember what we’d do each weekend?”
Bexxx: YOU DO NOT MEAN WHAT I THINK YOU MEAN
Sabrielle: oh my goshhhh!!! Yesyeyssyeyyesyes!
Jumboj4k3: youre a sadistic littel bitch aren’t ya hahahah
Somononon: how do we sign up? xD
“Mhmm! I mean exactly what you think I mean! I think our little pet here deserves a fresh experience. If you are interested in signing up to be a class caretaker, just DM me a pic of your student ID, since of course I want to be sure I get our beloved little plaything back! And I’ll pick a random one of you to take care of her for the weekend! What do you say, crybaby? Does that sound good to you?”
Annie took a finger and slowly rubbed it up and down beneath Seema’s head, almost like she was scratching the chin of a cat. Seema’s thighs clenched at the touch, rocking her hips as she tried to grind her detached cock against what little stimulation she was offered. Her head rolled back, stuffing a moan in her throat as she approached the edge. Red light.
Annie pulled her hand away. Seema groaned into her pillow, humping her fake cock against her mattress for that extra push over. But only the mattress could feel anything. Her cock throbbed on screen, bobbing as she cried precum down her shaft in frustrated dribbles. Annie giggled.
“That looks like a ‘yes’ to me.”
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April closed Seema’s room door. Did Seema hear my phone buzz? She thought to herself as she quickly rushed to the bathroom. She knew it was suspicious timing, but she couldn’t stop herself. The moment she saw the stream notification, she just had to see it.
She closed the bathroom door and sat on the toilet lid. She pulled out her phone and opened the stream on the lowest volume.
The moment she clicked on the stream, her arousal bubbled uncontrollably. Her eyes bounced from the screen to the chat over and over, making sure she didn’t miss a single thing. Every chat message made her stomach flutter with excitement. Another person she likely knew. It was like a forbidden apple they were all sharing.
As Annie continued the stream, slowly revealing more and more of Seema to the world, teasing her in plain view, April couldn’t stop herself. She began rubbing herself through her skirt, wetting her panties with her evergrowing excitement.
She was nearly there, just from watching Seema twitch and leak on the screen. From watching Annie smear her precum across her tits. How did she even have her tits? She was just with Seema, and it looked like Seema still had her tits? Whatever. She didn’t care.
“Mhmm! I mean exactly what you think I mean! I think our little pet here deserves a fresh experience. If you are interested in signing up to be a class caretaker, just DM a pic of your student ID, since of course I want to be sure I get our beloved little plaything back! And I’ll pick a random one of you to take care of her for the weekend! What do you say, crybaby? Does that sound good to you?”
April didn’t give herself time to think. She could get Seema’s cock?! She could be the one teasing–... She could get it back for her friend, that's why she should do it.
She frantically opened her wallet, pulling out her student ID. She snapped a picture and DM’d it. The moment she hit send, the thought of holding Seema’s detached cock and tits in her hands flooded her mind. Feeling it throb and twitch and ache in her hands. Feeling her hot precum dribble between her fingers as her hand just barely moved.
April barely had time to flip her panties down. Her hand shook violently as the need to cum completely overwhelmed her. She grabbed her chest, stifling a moan as rope after rope of cum exploded from her. Her heart raced as the heavy spurts splatted audibly across Seema’s bathroom floor, but she didn’t stop. Nothing could make her stop.
It took nearly a minute for the waves of ecstasy to finally slow. Her shoulders slumped with exhaustion, finally letting out a breath she was holding for what seemed an eternity. She wiped the cum from the tip of her cock, and flipped her panties back up. She grabbed some toilet paper, cleaned up the cum from the floor, flushed, washed her hands, and returned to Seema’s room.
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Pop!
Mackenzie opened her streaming accounts messages. She already had dozens of notifications. She opened them one by one, smiling as she linked a name to each viewer. It was exciting seeing all her classmates eager to partake in her little passion project. Railp04. Mackenzie popped another bubble
If it wasn’t Seema’s little friend. April, huh? Riiight, that was her name.
Mackenzie smiled.