bigger

Amelia was thinking about what to choose, when a hand tried to grab her phone.

"Watcha doing ?" Her little brother said.

Amelia pulled out of his grasp the phone in panic. "Nothing, none of your business !" She quickly told him.

The boy looked at her with suspicion, even for him, it sounded dubious.

"I want to see ! What is it !" He whined.

"It's personal, so go play with something !"

The kid walked away, frustrated, and Amelia could finally look at her phone. She realized that when her brother tried to take the phone, he clicked on one of the icon... The drool card. And now there was a message explaining her new trait.

Card : Drool
Trait : Bigger is better
Your clit grows to one inch and become more sensitive, allowing you to have multiple orgasms easily.

One inch clit ? One inch clit ! What will she do with such a monster ? And it'll be oversensitive too !

Amelia gulped, she already felt a pressure growing against her pad. Now she knew what it was... She needed to assess the damage, so, she walked to the bathroom. Only to realize that a big, sensitive clit, against a pad, was making something as simple as walking, really problematic. She quickly felt the pleasure grow, and her legs weakening by the time she reached the room.

Taking off her pants and underwear, she saw her clit out of it cap, throbbing, while her pussy was drooling everywhere. Amelia couldn't help but rub the massive thing, which sent her jolts of pleasure.

Rubbing it more and more furiously, she quickly felt an orgasm hit her, shacking her body and making her fall on her knees. But needed didn't stop immediately, which led to a second ground shacking orgasm, and a third, and a fourth... At the fifth, she was laying on the floor getting spasms confused at where and even who she was.

Amelia woke up from her confusion some time after, her pussy still throbbing. She stood up on her weak legs while mumbling.

"Forget about wearing any pants with that thing... I really didn't need this."

She took a look in the corridor, there was no one, so she took a dash to her bedroom. There, she picked up a skirt in her wardrobe, the shortest she had, even if it wasn't as provocative as she hoped.

"Do I really find that skirt not slutty enough ?" She wondered. "Shit, that attention whore trait really messed up with my head..."

Amelia put on the skirt, with no panties. She didn't have much of a choice, anything rubbing on her clit would lead to a cascade of orgasms. There would still have the problem of her drooling pussy, but she couldn't do much about that.

The young woman could feel the cold air under her skirt, which wasn't much better than panties rubbing on it, especially when she walked. Her thighs were brushing her clit if she made steps too wide.

On the way out, she noticed her old makeup box and her need to put on makeup came back full strength. She wanted it, she needed it, she felt so naked without it. But her father would be so mad if she put back her badly done makeup, it would cause so much trouble. The idea made Amelia bit her lips in excitation.

Amelia came back to the living room, new makeup on her face and a feeling of being whole again. She was walking carefully to not trigger too much her joy button and could feel the most of her pussy running down her legs. Her parents were serving supper when she arrived, and her parent's shocked face was the best view she got in a long time.

"What the f...udge ! I told you to take off your... your makeup !" Yelled her dad.

"Oh, come on, it's just makeup, calm down !" Shouted back Amelia.

"It's not makeup a good girl should wear !"

"And what if I'm not a good girl ?"

"What do you mean, baby ?" Her mom intervene.

"I don't know, maybe I'm not wearing anything under that skirt !"

"That's it ! Get the fuck out of this house and don't come back until you're back to your senses !" Shouted her father, red of anger.

"I know where the door is !"

Amelia took her stuffs and left the house under the almost incoherent yelling of her father. She made such a fuzz, she was walking on clouds, with the arousal overwhelming her logical thoughts. But now, she had to find a place to crash.

Luckily, she knew an old friend from high school that was still living close. On the way there, she realized that she probably went too far with her parents, her arousal had cooled down, and she could think more clearly. She would most certainly have to find something to bring as a peace offering. But right now, sleeping at Jeff's house was enough.

She entered the garden of the house and walked to the basement window. He was there, still playing video games and living under his parents house. Amelia knocked at the window and attracted his attention.

"Amelia ? What are you doing here ?" Jeff asked, opening the window.

"My parents kicked me out."

Jeff, was showing a lot of confusion, his eyes were going from her face, her breasts and her skirt, under which he could almost see everything, thanks to Amelia being crouched to talk to him.

"... Why ?"

"My dad didn't like my makeup or something. Do you let me in ?"

"Y-Yeah... sure... I'll open the..." He said, walking away from the opened window.

"No need."

Amelia grabbed the window frame and slipped in leg first, like she always did, and knowing full well that with the dress he had a good peek at her soaked pussy. She didn't expect though that her tits had some difficulties to pass the small space. They were so much squeezed that her top didn't follow entirely, and she fell on the floor with the cloth on her face, revealing her naked tits.

The young woman put back the top in place and saw clearly Jeff's embarrassed face. It was really cute and... sexy...

"You changed a lot..." He said, looking away.

Like a tiger spotting a prey, Amelia asked. "You don't like it ?"

"It's just different..."

This time he angered her a little bit. She looked better, sexier ! She walked to him and faked readjusting her top. "Just different ?"

Not knowing where to look, Jeff coughed. "You look good ! It's really nice to see you..."

He tried to flee and find other subject to talk about, while Amelia followed him. She spent a lot of time teasing her, talking about new technologies and movies. And soon it was time to sleep.

"Sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch." He told her.

"We can sleep in the same bed, I trust you..." The young woman answered.

In fact, it wasn't just about trust. She had need, and her fingers could not fully give her what she needed.

"Naah, it's good, the couch is comfy."

Amelia took the opportunity of both of them sitting in said couch to grab his shoulder and jump on his lap, facing him.

"Jeff, I had been hitting on you all evening. Please give me something !"

"I noticed, but it's so not you, I don't know what to do."

"So, not me ? I'm really me, trust me, I'm just fucking horny today !" She told him, taking off her top.

"I... uh..." Jeff said, before she slipped a hand in his pants. "Oooh... fuck..."

"Yes, fuck ! Fuck me, Jeff !"

"Ok, Ok, dammit !"

Jeff then pushed her on the small table in front of the sofa and pulled down his pants. His cock entered Amelia's pussy without any resistance, and she felt an intense jolt of pleasure when Jeff hips pressed against her clit. She moaned softly, electrified by all the sensations coming from her crotch. Never in her old self life she would have jumped on Jeff like that, she didn't even like him that way, but all the changes made to her raised her libido to a height she never thought possible.

Jeff made love to her, playing with her tits, making them spit streams of milk, while her senses were numbed by the strong sensation of feeling she was having. The night turned into a blurry mess, the room turned into a wet mess and her feelings were just a mess overhaul.

Amelia woke up late in the morning, next to a sleeping Jeff. She was covered in various fluids, hers and his. And yet, she wasn't as disgusted as she would have believed. She just took a shower, completely cleaning herself, and came out feeling refreshed. It was crazy how sex could clear her mind so much.

She was still horny, no mistake. But, she wasn't torn between her needs and her fear to give up on her past self. She had breasts that needed frequent milking, a clit that couldn't bear the slightest brush, even forbidding her to walk too fast, a pussy that drooled all over her legs, and a need to put on badly done, cheap makeup and to be the center of attention. And all of that was ok.

Amelia left Jeff's studio before he woke up and took the bus back to the campus. She saw the message for the one before last choice in the gatcha game, and didn't mind. Taking a look, she was ready to chose one without the fear of what it would bring.

Again, the three icons were on the screen. Attention whore, probably something about strippers, and lips. This time, she decided to take...

Card drawn :

• Bigger, fuller (big, sensitive breasts needing to be milked)
• Main character (aroused when center of attention)
• Pretty please (Always want to wear cheap, flashy makeup)
• Wetting (Vagina constantly oozing lubricant)
• Bigger is better (1inch clit and easier multiple orgasms)