Quick Smut Test

Emily absolutely hated it.

The college freshman covered her head with her pillow and rolled onto her stomach, hoping to block out any sight of the dreaded sunlight. She was in college, damn it, and that meant not having to wake up early. Or at least, that was what she had told herself, and was she really going to make herself a liar?

“Hey!” Her roommate Angie called out as she puttered about the room, getting ready to head out. “You gotta get up. Are you gonna be late on your first day?”

“Definitely,” Emily grumped, still clinging the pillow against herself.

“Ugh. Can’t believe you.” Angie rolled her eyes, grabbing the doorknob to their dorm room. “Why are you even spending all this money if you’re not going to get anything out of it?” She didn’t wait for an answer - which was good since Emily wasn’t going to provide one anyway - and just left, the slamming door her indication that she had departed.

But, frankly, to hell with whatever Angie was saying. It was college - and as far as Emily was concerned, that meant time to slack off and enjoy herself. And at the moment, enjoying herself meant taking care of her meat python.

-----------------------------

After waiting a few minutes to make sure Angie wasn’t coming back, Emily sat up in bed. She was on the top bunk, by her own insistence - she needed the room, though she hadn’t mentioned what for. After Angie’s departure, the reason why would be apparent enough - if only someone had been around to see.

Throwing aside the covers, Emily eagerly stripped off her pajama bottoms. There between her legs, already starting to throb and swell, was her favorite part of her anatomy, her mighty phallus.

Emily had never been shy or ashamed of her body by any means. Not that she had any reason to be - most people would call her a knockout. She was fit without being overly muscular, and while her hips weren’t anything special, her chest strained against her bra thanks to their overly-generous size. And yet, the part that she was most proud of was the part she wasn’t “supposed” to have. Her dick.

And what a dick it was. Still sleeping, it nonetheless snaked down her leg, nearly rivaling it in length and girth even now. While many futas would hide their extra endowment away from embarrassment or just awkwardness, Emily had always been proud of her gift. In fact, pride was all she could feel as she ran her hands along its enormity.

As the blood started to rush into its mighty form, she felt momentarily light-headed, but in a way, that was part of the excitement. It demanded so much love and attention, and being able to sate its unending needs was one of those sources of pride. Each beat of her heart funnelled more life into her lifegiver as it slowly stretched and swelled, pointing further toward the ceiling.

Thanks to the sheer size, this always took a while. Even now, a good minute or so in, it was still mostly soft, only just starting to get its definition. Emily grabbed it with both hands and pulled, sending the semi-turgid shaft up to smack against her face.

Emily continued stroking with both arms, starting to moan as she redoubled her efforts. Between the moans, she leaned in, giving the helmet a kiss. Even now it was too big to fit in her mouth, but that only made it more exciting. “Ohh… come on, grow for momma.”

As she continued her ministrations, it continued its inexorable growth, rising past her he

... more on the forums ...