Time to go

Flushed, limp, covered in sweat and twitching in the afterglow of a full body orgasm, the petite gen-Z slut sags off the edge of her bed as you withdraw a full foot of softening cock flesh from her gullet. The bulge in her neck retracts as you feel the sensitive bell-end tug at her tonsils, then pop out of her throat with a wet squelch into a warm, spittle-filled mouth. Your extraction is succeeded by a soggy burp and a thick, sloppy deluge of chunky off-white semen. It dribbles in globs and watery strands all down her face, over her nostrils - themselves already clogged to the brim with regurgitated cocksnot.

As the rest of your supernaturally voluminous ejaculation makes its way to Hazel’s stomach, the subby little slut tries to open her eyes, realises they’re glued shut with semen, and settles instead for craning her face towards your drooping, dripping cock to suck and lick it clean.

“Mmmmm, give me all those yummy cummies,” she begs, blinking cross-eyed through strands of white.“Fill my belly with your thick baby batter, daddy sir!”

You don’t know whether it's being forced to ingest several pints of semen infused with the reality warping nature of your own personal blowjob universe, or if Hazel has just always been a colossal, semi-retarded turbo-whore, but one thing is for sure. She’s coming back to BJU with you.

Fuck Kristi, and fuck any prior promises. If anything, you’re even more pissed off at her for deliberately keeping such an S-tier cock holster from you for so long.

You let Hazel suck the residual semen from your cock and balls for a while, occasionally squatting onto her upturned face so she can clean under the hood. Her tongue shows no hesitation dipping lower to give your taint a thorough spit-polish like the limitless slut she is.

Even so, she eventually gags as her tongue probes deeper, and you push her away before you end up getting puked on again. You definitely need to hit the shower, and Hazel is looking - well, she’s a complete fucking mess, there’s no other way to put it. You enjoy your sluts sloppy, but Hazel did look hotter all dressed down in her Onlyfans slutwear.

Kristi’s mouth-hole, meanwhile, is doing that annoying thing again where it keeps opening and making word sounds you don’t care about instead of being shut or sucking on something, and you reluctantly tune in and pay attention, if only to get her to shut the fuck up.

“-an’t stay outside BJU for too much longer, your client privileges are already fading. If we don’t return soon, you could be removed from the system entirely!” She helps the giggling, cock-drunk teenager to her feet and ushers her across the hall to the bathroom to clean up.

“And whilst that would honestly remove a huge pain in my ass, you have no idea the consequences I’d have to face for losing a soul to the void, even one as dirty as yours. I’m in enough trouble just for bringing you outside the perimeter of BJU as it stands.”

Insults aside, you look down and notice that indeed, your ‘client privilege’ has deflated more than usual after you cum, now only 9 inches soft and with a girth that could possibly be topped by a can of soda. Shit. She might actually be right. Even if getting Kristi into trouble would be funny as hell, it’s not worth the loss of unlimited blowjob powers.

“Alright, fiiiine. We’ll go back,” you concede reluctantly. “I’ll come back to fuck the shit out of your mom some other time.”

Kristi scowls, but doesn’t object. None of this will matter once you get back to BJU and replace her with a younger, sluttier version of herself that’ll happily break all the rules for you.

Speak of the devil, Hazel trots back into the room. Butt naked from the shower, you can truly appreciate her tight, sexy little 18 year old. Perfect skin, slightly tanned; a pert little bubble butt and perky tits. She still looks pretty cute even without the heavy makeup and fake freckles.

"Hey. Get dressed, I have to get back to my, erm... office soon," you say, "I'll grab a quick shower. Kristi, look out for mommy dearest unless you're that keen on me completing the family trifecta today."

“Squeeeeeeeeee! My first proper job! I’m gonna buy, like, sooo many cute outfits!” Hazel excalims giddily. Jesus. You didn’t know girls could make a noise that high pitched. “Wait, am I still allowed to, like have an Onlyfans account?” She asks. “Or is that against some business policy thing?”

“Oh it’s definitely allowed if you work under me. In fact, I insist upon it.”

“Coolio! Okay, well give me 30 minutes to do my hair and pick out a nice outfit for meeting everybody. Um, classy, but not too stuffy, let’s see…”

“David…” Kristi points down. Your cock has shrunk down to an embarrasingly small 8 inches and your balls are now only the size of tennis balls. Disastrous. It continues to shrink slowly even as you watch. Fuck!

“Uhhh, no time for any of that!” You wipe yourself down and pull on a pair of sweatpants. Hazel’s tongue bath will have to suffice for now. “We've got to go. Now.”

“Huh?” Hazel looks confused. “What’s going on?” You look around and grab the first outfit you see, the slutty schoolgirl costume draped over her desk chair, presumably from her last stream before she got her laptop confiscated. You toss the fishnet leggings, micro miniskirt and stripper heels at the girl, then practically throw Kristi down the hallway.

“No time to explain. Get dressed or don’t. We’re leaving now.”

Hazel quickly ties her hair back into a messy pigtail and throws on the white blouse, tying it off under her tits. No bra. She barely has time to pull on a red thong and the skirt and leggings, swearing as she rips a hole in them accidentally whilst pulling on the high heels.

Tapping a leg impatiently and continually checking your dwindling cock - now down to a microscopic 7 inches, you drag her down the hallway and past Kristi, who is trying to distract her huge-titted mother from investigating the hullabaloo.

Hazel barely has time to grab her phone before you usher her out the door amidst yells from her mom. The driveway crunches under your feet as Hazel stumbles along behind you, struggling in the high heels. The sound of Kristi’s voice screaming angry objections fades away as you ignore all warnings and race back to Blowjob Universe before your powers fade completely.

“Mr. David, what is going on? Where are we going?!” Hazel asks, pulling on your arm.

Wait, where exactly are you going? You were in such a panic to get back to BJU, you forgot that you needed Kristi to guide the way. A wave of nausea rises from the pit of your stomach as the bizarre, out of body sensation crawls over your skin again.

You look around but can’t see Krisri’s house anywhere. Can’t see anything but a blank, endless void.

Unfamiliar voices fade in and out of auditory range, offering words to you from beneath this unnerving in-between space.

“████████████████,” they whisper. “████████!”

You feel sick. Hazel tugs on your arm, looking around for help. She doesn’t seem to hear any of the voices, and just seems confused about why you’ve dragged her out of her house in a rush before suddenly stopping dead and having a panic attack.

“████████”

The empty space beneath you coalesces into ██████ and ████████████████.

Your limbs feel light. You look down and see a set of instructions. You can’t feel your limbs. Your fingers start to fade into nothingness...

Quick, David is lost in the liminal plane outside Blowjob Universe and fading fast! Help instruct him by leaving a comment telling him what to do, or spawn in items for him to use!