Jade's Shift Continues

The next hour passed in a blur of flesh, fluid, and repetitive motions. The cold tile floor beneath Jade’s knees had long since lost its bite, replaced by a dull ache in her legs that she’d pushed to the back of her mind. Her body had grown accustomed to the unrelenting rhythm, her mouth opening and closing like clockwork as each client stepped forward, offering their load with little more than a grunt or a sigh.

She barely looked up anymore, barely registered the faces, as the stream of men became an endless wave of cocks and balls in front of her—varying in color, size, and girth. They blurred together, a mass of anonymous shapes, indistinguishable from one another, save for the brief moment of tension before release. Her throat worked in automatic reflex, gulping down load after load, her body going through the motions while her mind drifted far away from the crowded mall.

The AR display above her head continued to track her progress, the filling meter creeping upward at a slow, steady pace. 44%. Still plenty of room to go. Her stomach, now slightly distended, pressed against the thin material of her thong. The weight of it was ever-present, a solid mass of warm cum sitting heavily inside her, but she pushed the sensation aside. It wasn’t important.

What was important—or at least, what should have been important—was her next exam. The study group she was missing. Her law degree.

Law. The thought floated through her mind, disconnected and distant. She had been so sure, once, that law school was her path forward. Her parents certainly had been sure of it. They still were. Their constant pressure hung over her like a shadow, reminding her of their expectations every time she sat in class, struggling to keep up with the material. Struggling to care.

Another cock was in front of her. Jade opened her mouth reflexively, swallowing the warm load without a second thought as it filled her mouth and slid down her throat. The client stepped away, and the next one took his place. Jade barely noticed. Her focus had long since slipped away, her mind caught between the aching weight in her belly and the deeper, more pressing weight of her own doubts.

Her grades were slipping. Not drastically, but enough to notice. Enough for Lexi and the others in her class to start giving her worried looks when she didn’t show up for study sessions or when she couldn’t answer a question in class. It wasn’t that she didn’t try—she did, at first—but the legal theories, the endless reading, the obscure cases… it all blurred together in her mind, refusing to stick. It was like trying to hold onto water, slipping through her fingers no matter how hard she concentrated.

Another man stepped up, his cock already in hand. He groaned softly as he came, the load splattering across Jade’s face instead of in her mouth. She blinked, realizing too late that she hadn’t opened her mouth wide enough in time. Cum dripped down her cheek, mixing with the streaks already drying on her skin. She didn’t bother wiping it away. The mess was inevitable, and it only added to the growing collection of fluids drying on her chest and neck.

The filling meter ticked upward again. 50%.

Her parents expected so much from her. They always had. Her father, a lawyer himself, had practically mapped out her entire career before she’d even applied to college. He had connections, opportunities lined up, internships waiting. All she had to do was follow through, and everything would fall into place. But the more she tried, the more law school felt like a maze she couldn’t navigate. No matter how hard she studied, how many hours she spent reading, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she wasn’t smart enough. That she didn’t belong.

A sharp grunt snapped her back to the present as another client finished in front of her. This time, the cum landed across her lips, dribbling down onto her chin. Jade didn’t flinch. She licked the edge of her lips instinctively, swallowing the bit that hadn’t missed her mouth, but the rest was left to dry in the growing mess coating her skin. Her attention slipped again as the next man stepped forward, his cock already twitching in anticipation.

As her thoughts drifted back to her studies, she felt the familiar frustration gnawing at her. Every time she opened her textbooks, every time she sat in class, it was the same. She felt like she was running a race she had no chance of winning. And for what? A future in a field she wasn’t even sure she cared about anymore?

But you have to care.

Her parents’ voices echoed in her head.

You can’t waste this chance.

She let out a slow breath through her nose as another client emptied his load into her mouth. She swallowed on autopilot, feeling the thick warmth settle in her already-bloated stomach. Her body felt heavy, weighed down not just by the cum she’d swallowed, but by the mounting pressure of expectations—her parents’, her professors’, her own.

The next man was already stepping forward, and Jade realized, with a detached sort of amusement, that she hadn’t even bothered looking up at his face. Not that it mattered. None of it mattered. The cocks, the faces, the endless stream of cum—it all blurred together now, a monotonous routine that she carried out without thought.

Another load. Another swallow. The AR display blinked. 62%.

There was no stopping, though. The demand was too high, and there were never enough attendants to keep up with it.

Another cock, this one dark-skinned and thick, twitched in front of her. Jade opened her mouth, swallowing as the client came, the warmth of his release spilling down her throat. Her face was smeared with cum now, drying in streaks across her cheeks and chin, her chest slick with it.

Her mind wandered back to her last lecture, to the notes she hadn’t understood, to the growing pile of unread chapters she hadn’t even touched. What was the point? She was so far behind now, it felt impossible to catch up. And even if she did, what was waiting for her at the end?

Another cock. Another load. Her lips were coated in cum now, the taste so familiar it was almost comforting in its consistency.

71%.

Jade swallowed, her shift was far from over.

The mall, if anything, was getting busier. The flow of people coming and going was growing, as workers from nearby offices started to pour in after their shifts ended. More clients. More loads. More cocks.

Open wide, receive the load, swallow, rinse and repeat...