Lily’s Struggle

Lily listened to her mother walk down the steps. Genevieve’s sweet voice still echoed in Lily’s head. It was soft and kind and altogether too much for Lily to handle right now.

“This is all just a dream. It has to be a dream,” she whispered.

A surge of intense, tingling heat between Lily’s legs immediately after spat in the face of this **** hope.

Is this real enough for you, bitch? A voice cried gleefully in Lily’s head.

It sounded like an awful, distorted version of her own voice.

The throbbing ache between Lily’s legs intensified, paired with the feeling of fabric straining against her skin. A mass of flesh that had no business bulging between the legs of a young woman started push outwards, lifting her tattered skirt as it did so.

“No, stop it!” Lily whimpered, desperately trying to push the mass of flesh back in, as if a little pressure could make this problem disappear.

Instead, the touch of her hand only made things worse.

Touch me, goddamnit! The awful voice leered. Grip me like you did back in the closet and I’ll take you for another wild ride!

“Shut up!”

Lily pulled her hand away from the unsightly bulge between her legs and fell backwards onto her bed, sobbing. All the while, the rigid shaft of flesh pushed harder and harder against her skirt, lifting the fabric into the air.

It begged Lily for another touch, only fueling greater misery in the young woman.

“Leave me alone!”

The nasty inner voice was relentless.

You weren’t saying that in the closet! You loved me in the closet!

A fresh damp spot appeared in the baby blue fabric of Lily’s skirt as the throbbing mass of flesh strained to its full, ungodly length. Lily could feel every awful burning inch of the monster that now bulged from her crotch.

Just a little touch, just to let out a little tension! The voice begged.

“No! I won’t listen to you!”

Lily bit down on her finger and tried to ride out the unholy sensations burning in her groin. She had to fight it.

The voice gave her no peace.

Just a few rubs! Come on Lily, if you don’t empty your balls a little, they’re gonna explode!

“Shut up! You’re lying to me!”

Still, the thing between her legs could not be denied. It throbbed up and down, threatening to burst out of the ratty skirt that restrained it.

“Lily, dinner’s in the microwave!” Genevieve Marsh’s sweet voice called from downstairs.

Lily’s mind filled with thoughts of her beautiful, caring mother. Genevieve Marsh was a beautiful woman with long red hair like her daughter and a full figure that had only gotten fuller over time. Lily dwelled on those curves, unnatural desires building inside of her.

Think of her Mommy titties, Lily! Think of them in your hands as you fuck her brains out with me! The voice cackled.

Without warning, the mass of flesh throbbed uncontrollably, bursting out from under the skirt’s hem and swinging uncontrollably. Now Lily could see the thing in all its terrible glory.

The member bulged nearly fourteen inches in length, its thick, ribbed crimson body striated with black veins that throbbed with Lily’s quickening pulse. A fat, oozing head topped the thing off, reaching nearly the size of a baseball. Where the rod of inhuman flesh connected to Lily, its color faded from violent red to the pale color of its host.

Below the unholy organ, where Lily’s vagina should have been, a pair of plump, pale balls hung free. Dark veins pulsed under the surface her pale testicle-flesh.

Her willpower entirely drained, Lily seized ahold of the monstrous cock and began running her fingers up and down the length, pleasure exploding in her mind like an atom bomb. As the beautiful young woman jerked herself off, she wondered despairingly how she had gotten to this awful place.