Click Click Click

Story by bobthecreep

In an attempt to get myself out of a writing funk, I came up with a short based on a game at least some of us have at least heard of if not played. I'm not saying what the themes are (besides solo futa), or what the game is because I don't want to give anything away.

Popular internet games never really piqued my interest. Whether it was something on Visagebook or that one about flinging waterfowl at boars with a trebuchet, they all just seemed like overblown garbage to me. How could anyone let themselves get drawn in by something so simple and stupid?

Over the course of about a week or two, I started seeing more and more of one particularly dumb-looking game. From a thread on 8-san one day, to hundreds of posts a day across various blogs. How could this be happening? How could something this impossibly simple get so universally popular so quickly?

From what I gathered, the game was called Confection Clicker and a more to-the-point title there could never be. From the screenshots I saw of the game, I knew auto-clickers and grandmothers were involved, along with other odd things, but there was one question always picking away in the back of my mind: what was the goal? Was the point of this game just to get the number of baked goods to increase more and more? Did it ever stop? I decided that I would find out what this was all about, telling myself that I would only check it out for a few minutes.

I waited to find the link to the game as I roamed my usual internet haunts and it wasn't long until I found it. Opening the game in a new tab, I was promptly greeted by a single cookie on a light grey background with a list of things on the right that I assumed I could 'buy' once the counter on the left got high enough.

I clicked the lone cookie and the counter increased by one. Another click. And another. Click, click, click. In practically no time at all, I had enough to get the first item on the list: an auto-clicker that would click the cookie once every five seconds. With the counter reverted to zero, a little white hand hovered over the lower edge of the cookie and, in five seconds, it clicked.

With my little helper clicking away alongside my own cursor, I soon reached the amount I had before to buy another little hand. However, when I looked back to the list, the price had increased! The game was obviously banking on the player's laziness. No matter, it was only slightly higher, so a few clicks later, I had a second auto-clicker.

My mouse was nearly buzzing as I rapidly clicked the cookie over and over, working to get the next little reward that would do my work for me. As the counter rounded past 50, I started to feel a light itch in my crotch. Not thinking anything of it, I continued my manic clicking, eventually getting enough for the second prize on the list: a virtual old lady to make cookies. I slid my left hand into my panties to defeat the small twinge as I clicked the sweet old woman with my right. Now, the counter was rising slightly faster as time went by.

As the number of cookies increased again, my crotch started to itch again. I lightly rubbed the spot with my hand as I clicked more and more, working faster to getting another in-game senior citizen. The counter ticked over into the triple digits and my itch became more of a mellow heat centered around my pussy. Still, my hand idly rubbed at the sensation as I added another geriatric to my game.

Faster and faster, the counter grew and each time it would get to a certain number, the warmth in my body would come to life. Each time I had to get to a higher number to make the counter rise faster, the pleasant heat would become more pronounced and I would rub my swollen lips more.

At 500, I could finally buy the next item. My clit was burning with need and my fingers worked over the sensitive little nub furiously. With the counter reset once again, the heat subsided and my clicking resumed.

Before I knew it, the itch and the heat returned. I decided to let the counter go beyond the amount needed to get a second third-tier item and go straight for the fourth. The numbers rose mostly fast enough on their own, allowing me to concentrate more on my building need.

I pulled my underwear down to my ankles and reclined slightly as I let my groin get some fresh air, my skin tingling as it met the cool air. My fingers were soaked and my lips were hot and swollen. My eyes flicked between my ministrations and the screen, the number steadily growing along with my arousal. As it rounded over into four digits, my clit began to throb powerfully. Even lightly touching it sent huge shivers through my body, but I couldn't stop touching it. Soon, I was amazed as the tiny pink button began to grow. It stood out less than an inch before I looked up and quickly added the new item to my arsenal. My button stopped burning and growing as the counter plummeted, but now grew at a substantially faster rate.

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