Pussy Pump

Maria popped over to a drawer in the dressing table. Lois looked at herself in the mirror. Her lover's juices dripped off her chin, onto her shirt. Sweat dripped from her, as the heat within her body increased. Self-consciously, she took it off, to sit in the chair in just her bra. She waited anxiously, unsure of what the barmaid would do.

The purple-and-pink haired woman returned with something in her hand. It was a cup of clear plastic, like a breathing mask, attached be a thing tube of clear plastic to the black ball of a hand pump, like on a blood pressure pump.

"It's a...pump?" the reporter asked.

"Yeah, honey. And wait 'til you see what this pump can do."

Maria slid her arms under Lois' knees and left arm, and picked her up—bending down at the knees. She sat down on the chair with Lois in her lap, facing the mirror. The weakened reporter didn't resist as the slightly taller woman arranged her so that Maria's knees pressed into the back of Lois' own, her legs folded over the barmaid's. She could feel the cold metal barbells of Maria's nipples press into her bare back, the warm flat circles that were the barmaid's breasts pressed up against her.

Slowly, but inexorably, Maria opened her thighs...and Lois' legs opened with them. The reporter shuddered when she looked straight ahead, their pussies totally exposed, one on top of the other.

Maria's right hand reached down in front and softly spread Lois' labia, until the pink flesh was exposed. Reflexively, she contracted her kegel muscles, and her vagina seemed to wink at her. The barmaid's fingers pulled back slightly, to expose the nub of Lois' clitoris as it peaked out of its hood.

"Don't touch," the woman behind her said, as she peaked over Lois' shoulder. "Just relax. Let me do the work."

The cup came up in her left hand, and drew down over Lois' soft, flat belly. She placed the cup over Lois' vagina...then gave the black ball a squeeze. The reporter felt the plastic cup latch on, the artificial vacuum of the pump sealing it to her flesh. Maria gave another slow squeeze, and another. The only sounds in the room were Lois' heavy breathing and the soft wheeze of the pussy pump.

She had heard of these things. The pump lowered the pressure in the cup, fluid would flow into the genital area to make up for the lower air pressure, engorging the tissues...the same basic principle as a penis pump on a man, which could **** an erection. Yet Lois had never seen that applied to women...

Lois' attention was rooted to her crotch, as she watched her reflection in the mirror. The pressure was growing steadily...like nothing she had ever experienced. It was almost painful, where the cup latched on to her skin, and she could feel the flesh swelling; already a centimeter of skin seemed latched on to the inside of the cup, and her labia felt uncomfortably, unusually full and swollen.

Staring into the mirror, she wondered at the sight of herself, of the swollen blob of flesh in that plastic cup, slowly turning pink...

Maria placed the pump in her hand. "Here," she said. "I want to see you do it. Just a few pumps, I think you're almost ready."

Lois wasn't sure what they were getting ready for, but she gave a tentative squeeze—then a stronger one, when she felt resistance in the bulb. She gasped as the pressure increased noticeably. Her clit felt...huge. Turgid, she could see the pink nub, inexplicably large, pressing against the cup. The reporter watched in the mirror as she squeezed the bulb again, and again.

It was painful now. Lois couldn't ignore it anymore. Worse, her swollen cunt seemed to nearly fill the cup, a bright pink smear visible through the clear plastic, some clear fluid beaded along the edges.

"That's enough," Maria said, as she took the bulb from Lois' hand. "Leave these things on too long and it can cause damage."

The pink-and-purple-haired woman fiddled something, and Lois heard a hiss of gas—and a sudden relief of pressure, though her vagina still felt uncomfortably bloated. Maria took the cup off, then stood aside so Lois could admire her handiwork in the mirror.

The pudenda was grossly swollen, a bloated lower mouth through which the fat lips of the labia protruded grotesquely. The ridge of skin around her erect clitoris was now as fat as her thumb, and the pinkie-tip-sized pink clit stood out proudly. Gently, Lois lowered a hand to the engrossed flesh, and gasped at how sensitive it was as she parted one of the distended labia, to expose the bright pink depths.

"I'm glad you like that, baby." Maria said. "But it's not over yet."