Itty bitty giant clitty.

As is customary when joining the technologically advanced campus university, all students must undergo a routine procedure: a small chip is implanted in their right forearm, allowing them to seamlessly access computers, lockers, door locks, and more. Just a simple safety precaution to keep students secure and prevent outsiders from illegally entering the campus.

However, what most students don’t know—or more likely, don’t bother reading in the fine print of the brochures—is that this procedure can sometimes have a… cumulative side effect.

In the case of Heather said side effect was poking through her panties.

“Ummm Brent….” Heather whispers as she squirms underneath Bowen’s gaze “You’re staring”

Bowen's face is now mere inches away from Heather's crotch, her large clit tenting her underwear so prominently.

“Did your clit always do that?”

“Do what?” Heather asks as she tries to peer over her raised skirt

“That” Bowen replies as he presses his finger against it causing her a small gasp.

“Mmmm no of course not….but then again we are ah…from a small town so maybe mmmm” Gosh why was she feeling this soooo— and just from Bowen grazing her clit? “Maybe it’s like a second puberty?”

As Heather speaks, Bowen's fingernail accidentally nicks her clit through the fabric of her underwear. She moans softly, her body arching slightly. Bowen's heart pounds in his chest as he realizes what he's doing. "A second puberty?" he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bowen doesn’t know why but he feels…he feels drawn in. Maybe it was because of the taboo nature of it…

His trembling fingers proceed to hook onto her hemline, slowly pulling them down. He can't believe what he's doing, but he feels compelled, drawn in by the taboo and the sheer novelty of it all. "And what else happens during this...second puberty?"

As he pulls down the hemline Heather's clit springs free. It’s almost an inch long and it rose with an arc with the labia fold attached to the base of it. It’s looked incredibly odd and yet Bowen…felt only drawn to it more.

His fingers twitch slightly, almost like they have a mind of their own. "So, does it..."

As he leans in closer, his breath is hot against her sensitive area. With a gentle touch, he runs a single finger along the length of Heather's enlarged clit, feeling its smoothness and firmness.

"Does it feel good when I touch it?"

Heather's whole body was already tingling when Bowen breathed onto it….but now…with just a touch…

“Ah!” A small shout leaves her mouth surprisingly both her and Bowen.

Bowen watches in amazement as Heather jolts at his touch, a small shout escaping her lips. He wraps his fingers around her enlarged clit, gently squeezing it. "Heather, does this mean... does this part of you feel more sensitive than before?"

“S-stoppp i-it’s too much” she huffs even as her hips twitch under his touch.

Bowen ignores Heather's pleas, his curiosity piqued. He continues to gently squeeze and stroke her enlarged clit, feeling it throb between his fingers. "Heather, answer me," he demands, his voice low, "is this part more sensitive now?"

“Yes!” Heather manages to gasp out “God yes” she finishes with a moan her hips unconsciously bucking to his touch.

Wow, Bowen had never seen Heather…. react so easily and so eagerly to his touch. It always felt like he was coaxing an anxious dog when they performed coitus and even when she started to engage in more risky behavior there was always a bit of **** underneath her actions.

But now….she was an open wanton book

Bowen's eyes widen in surprise and excitement as Heather's hips buck into his touch. And with growing excitement and a need to see her react more… he lowers his head to her enlarged clit and gives it a gentle lick.

“Whaaa Bowen stop what are you!?” Heather gasps out as she grips onto Bowen’s shoulders. Her skirt fell over his head.

Bowen hears her shocked gasps and feels her fingers gripping his shoulders. "Just let me... it's so interesting... you taste..."

“Mmmmm ahhh…taste? Taste what?” Heather huffs even as her legs unconsciously rise a little her arousal dripping from her sex onto her panties below.

Bowen takes a moment to answer, his tongue continuing to explore Heather's enlarged clit and the surrounding area, tasting her sweet and musky arousal. "You taste different... stronger ... and there's more of it." He lifts his head slightly, his voice muffled by her skirt.

Bowen doesn’t understand why and how but somehow he himself…..was also getting aroused. Something he's never experienced while just... fellatioing someone. He pulls back slightly, looking up at Heather with a confused and aroused expression. "Heather... I think..."

“Mmmmm go back go back” Heather whines as she grabs his head and tries to push him back down

Heather's **** action sends shivers down Bowen's spine. He parts her thighs wider with his broad shoulders and dives back in, licking and sucking on her enlarged clit like a starving man.

As Bowen feasts between Heather's thighs, he feels her getting more and more sensitive. He notices that her enlarged clit seems to be growing even larger under his touch. He also realizes that his own arousal is becoming unbearable, trapped in his pants.

He parts his lips from her nether regions for a brief moment to breathe. Mumbling a quick sorry he raises his hips to unbutton his shorts and pull down his briefs

“S-sorry mind If aye also service myself?”

“Uh, sure?” Heather breathes trying to steady her breath.

She looks at him curiously as he pulls down his briefs and his hardening cock flops out, The sight and reaction make her eyes widen in surprise

Laying back down Bowen curves his waist to the side and begins to return to his prior mouth engagement, while also stroking himself.

And oh god was it a sight to behold for Heather, so much so she raised her hands to cover her flushed cheeks. Oh, gawd she could feel Bowen continue to rub and tease her enlarged clit, feeling it throb and pulse against his fingers. His piercing amber eyes flicking upwards towards her every few minutes making her cover he face more from the intensity

And yet at the same

“Please” she whispers “do it faster….harder” she breathes out

And seeing Heather like this - exhausted, face flushed, hair disheveled - makes Bowen even harder. He pumped his length faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers rubbing her enlarged, throbbing clit. He growls softly, "Like this?" He adds two fingers inside her, curving them

“Oh fuck!” Heather yells as her back arches and her face snaps towards the ceiling.

Heather's loud, passionate reaction spurs Brent on. He's never felt so in tune with someone's pleasure before. His fingers pump in and out of her, scissoring and curling to hit that spot inside her. His thumb presses down hard on her enlarged clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

Heather throws her head back, moaning loudly as her body tenses up. "Oh God!" Her inner walls tighten around Brent's fingers. He feels her enlarged clit pulsing rapidly against his thumb. He realizes she's coming - hard - in just five minutes.

‘Again so much emotion for just a fingering and some mouthwork?’ Bowen thinks ‘This clit enlargement second puberty thing wasn’t half bad maybe?’

And to cap off this whole weird sexual experience probably heather didn't seem to have an ordinary orgasm.

No, she didn't seem to experience the usual slow monotonous trickle that slowly, through repeated times efforts grew into a wave of pleasure that she rode out once in a blue moon.

No, this time it felt like a rouge wave that spiked up quickly before colliding with the sand in a large splash.

And just like that rogue wave, her juices seem to gush out her vagina, coating Bowen's hand and face. However, the sudden coating of liquid doesn't deter Bowen at all, as he keeps fingering her through her intense orgasm, drawing out her pleasure until she finally collapses back onto the bed, panting.

Slowly Bowen draws out his slick-covered fingers as if in awe at the exorbitant display of pleasure he was about to wring out from his girlfriend's clit-spurred orgasm.

Slowly he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth; tasting her.

Again it felt thicker, potent as if she’d been storing this arousal for a week and not just 2 days.

Lowering his slick-coated fingers he brings them down to wrap around his dick and begins to pump faster staring at her spent form.

As Brent strokes himself faster, he feels his orgasm building rapidly. His balls tighten, and a familiar tingling sensation spreads from his lower back down to his cock. The sight of Heather's spent form, her enlarged clit still throbbing with residual arousal, pushes him closer to the edge.

And with a final, choked-off groan, Brent finds his release, his hot seed spilling onto his stomach and chest. As he comes down from his high, he notices something strange - his release feels... different.

His orgasm felt a bit longer than usual. As if, in addition to the usual quick volcanic spur ejaculation, he road the lava flow down. Savoring the ride.

. A strange warm sensation spreads through his body, unlike anything he's experienced before. "Shit..."

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