Dreams of Jade

The bus rattled along the nearly empty streets, the city’s neon lights reflecting off the windows in streaks of pink and blue. It was late, and the usual bustle of Mammopolis had died down to a soft hum. The steady vibration of the bus beneath him was almost soothing as Tom sat slouched in his seat at the back, his eyes half-closed, lost in thought.

He glanced up idly, catching a glimpse of the young couple a few rows ahead. They were barely more than silhouettes in the dim light, but Tom could see the girl perched on her boyfriend’s lap, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Their heads were close, their whispers too quiet to make out, though the occasional giggle broke the stillness. She leaned in, kissing him softly, a slow, tender motion that seemed to hold the world at bay.

It was the kind of innocent affection that reminded Tom of something out of a romance movie—sweet, uncomplicated, like they had all the time in the world. He couldn’t help but stare for a moment longer, watching as they pulled each other closer. Young love. He wondered if it was still like that for some people here, in this city. Simple.

Jade had finished her shift a little while ago. He could still see her, swollen and glistening, her lips slightly parted, catching her breath after the long day. His mind wandered, imagining her walking through the door after a shift like that. Not just tired, but physically full, her stomach making soft gurgling noises as it tried to process what she’d swallowed all day.

Tom could picture it so clearly—Jade coming home, barely able to make it a few steps before leaning against the wall, her body heavy and exhausted. She’d give him a faint smile, then let out a small, wet burp, the taste of cum still on her lips, the sound hanging awkwardly in the air. She’d try to laugh it off, maybe even joke about it, but Tom would just step forward, pulling her into his arms, feeling her belly press against him, the cum from hundreds of men audibly sloshing in her intestines. The scent of her work would still cling to her, a mix of sweat and something thicker, more pungent, but Tom wouldn’t flinch.

He’d kiss her softly, her lips salty and bitter. And as they stood there, his hand resting on her waist, she’d let out a soft sigh, her belly gurgling faintly between them—like her stomach was still working through the day.

They’d head out for dinner, dressed up for the night. Jade would wear something tight, making her breasts look bigger to divert some of the attention away from her slightly bloated belly, but she’d be beautiful, radiant. They’d sit at a nice restaurant, maybe somewhere with dim lighting and soft music. As they ate, she’d press a hand to her stomach, a faint groan escaping her as her body adjusted to the new food on top of what she’d already taken in. Maybe she’d burp quietly into her napkin, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Tom would smile, reaching across the table to take her hand, not caring that her body was still working overtime from her day.

As they sat across from each other, the restaurant softly lit around them, he’d feel the eyes of other diners, the faint glances cast their way. Some of them knew. Maybe they had been with her earlier that day, waiting in line to use her. Maybe the waiter who poured their wine had spent the afternoon emptying himself into her. It was always possible.

Tom imagined it in small flashes—Jade, on her knees in her booth, mouth open, taking load after load as the line of men moved forward, each one filling her until her belly was swollen and heavy, just like it was now. And here she was, sitting across from him, laughing at his jokes, still theirs but also his. There was no jealousy in that thought—just a quiet satisfaction, an acknowledgment of something unspoken. He could feel it in the way the waiter’s eyes flicked to Jade’s stomach as he refilled their glasses, in the knowing smiles from men at other tables.

The bus jolted slightly, pulling Tom from the fantasy for a moment. The couple in front of him had grown more intimate, the girl now straddling her boyfriend, her movements slow and deliberate. Tom ignored them, his mind slipping back into his thoughts.

The two of them walking along the shoreline at dusk, the waves lapping at their feet. Jade's dress would flutter in the breeze, tight around her chest, and as they walked, she’d shift uncomfortably, her stomach still sloshing slightly with what she hadn’t yet digested. She’d lean into him, her head resting on his shoulder, but every now and then, she’d pause, swallowing hard, trying to keep the remains of her day down.

They’d sit in the sand, watching the sunset, her hand on her stomach, gently massaging it as it gurgled softly. And when he kissed her, he’d taste it—the faint bitterness that lingered on her tongue, a reminder of the hours she’d spent swallowing load after load. But he wouldn’t pull away. If anything, it made the moment more real, more intimate.

The couple ahead of him was lost in their own rhythm now, the girl’s soft moans barely audible over the hum of the bus. Tom barely noticed. His thoughts were already elsewhere, imagining Jade at a party.

He imagined them arriving together, Jade at his side, her body still carrying the subtle weight of her day—full, as always, but trying her best to act like nothing was different.

The room would be warm, filled with the scent of grilled food, the sound of laughter and chatter spilling out from all sides. People would greet them with casual smiles and friendly hugs. But Tom would sense it almost immediately—the subtle shift in the air whenever Jade walked past. They knew her. Some of them, maybe all of them, had been with her earlier that day.

As they mingled, Jade would stay close to him, her hand resting lightly on his arm, but every so often, her eyes would flicker across the room, landing briefly on a man she recognized. Tom would follow her gaze, and there would be that unspoken acknowledgment—a man standing near the bar, his drink in hand, watching them. Had he been with her earlier? Was he remembering the feel of her mouth on him, the way her body had responded, how she had swallowed him down without hesitation? Maybe the man smirked, maybe he didn’t, but there was always something in the way they looked at her, at Tom, like they shared a secret he wasn’t fully part of.

The bus began to slow, the city lights flickering past as it neared a stop. The couple ahead of him was getting off, their clothes hurriedly straightened as they stepped into the cool night air.

Tom leaned back, his mind lingered on Jade’s smile—that fleeting, perfect moment when she had smiled at him. Her lips soft, her eyes full of warmth. That smile had stayed with him, the moment that made him fall for her.

But, the memory began to twist. Her inviting lips, were now straining to accommodate several massive cocks, exposing her gums and teeth. Her jaw ached from the unrelenting pressure. Her face was red, the effort to breathe making her nostrils flare, bubbles of spit and cum bursting from them with each **** breath.

Her green sparkling eyes, were now bloodshot, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. They weren’t from emotion, but from the sheer exertion of keeping her mouth open, of taking cock after cock, as they pounded her face mercilessly. Long threads of cum and saliva dangled from her chin, splattering onto her chest as another cock slapped against her cheek, her expression a grotesque mix of strain and submission. Yet, despite the agony, despite the tears and the sheer exhaustion etched into every part of her face, her lips parted again and despite her unsteady voice Jade managed to utter an upbeat casual "Who's next, please?"

Tom blinked awake as the bus slowed, the gentle jolt pulling him back from the daydream that had taken over. He sat still for a moment, staring at the darkened window, the images from his mind still clinging to him. Jade’s face lingered there, but it felt distant now—warped, like something he couldn’t quite hold onto.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his body tense, aware of the heat in his chest. How long had he been lost in that thought? He glanced around the bus, the empty rows giving him a moment of privacy, though it did nothing to ease the strange knot in his stomach. He stood up as his stop neared, adjusting himself with a quiet awkwardness, and stepped toward the door.

The cool night air hit his face as he stepped off the bus, his feet moving automatically down the familiar street. His apartment was just ahead—small, quiet, waiting for him. There was no one there, no one to ask how his day was, no one to distract him from the thoughts he now wished he could shake off. He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking a little slower, his eyes downcast as he tried to push the images of Jade from his mind.

But her smile flickered in his memory—brief, distant. He barely knew her beyond a few passing exchanges at work. And yet, in his mind, she was something else entirely. He sighed softly, the weight of the day sinking in as he approached his door, the night feeling just a little colder than it had when he left.