The pocket

“You see, my backpack gets quite heavy” Jessica explained as she stuck her hand straight into my pussy through the teleporter and fiddled with my button. Electricity shot through my nerves and I saw my clit slowly start to slip out of my pocket pussy while caressed by invisible hands. “Hey wait, are you virgin? Never mind, I’ll check myself.” All I could do was moan as I felt Jessica’s hand plunge deep into me (without lube or oil, may I add) until it touched what I could only assume was my womb. “That’s good. As I was saying, my bag gets quite heavy these days and I need somewhere to put the stuff so as to lighten my load. So this little pocket will have to do.” She grabbed a pen and pushed it deep into me. She ran upstairs to her room and soon I could feel book after book, pen after pen being put in my womb, along with some cloth and an enourmus object which I can only assume was a soccer ball. By the time she finished, I looked like I was in labour. “Come up here, let me see what you look like” Jessica said. I stood up and I felt something move inside me. As I climbed the stairs, it sank lower and lower until suddenly a maths textbook started to poke out from my pocket pussy. Jessica must’ve noticed it to, for it was shoved back in. I entered jessica’s room and walked in on her frowning at my pussy in her hand. “It seems I need to make some modifications...”