Let Mara try a Green

You tear open the packet and take one of the deep green gummies. It is soft and slightly cool between your fingers, the shape unmistakable. You close the cask, leave the lamp burning low, and climb the stairs with the candy held carefully in your palm. The Shared Heat still moves through your blood. Your cock remains thick and heavy from everything that has already happened tonight.

Mara is in the bathroom at the end of the hall. The door stands ajar. Steam from the brief wash of water still hangs in the air. She stands at the sink in only the red sweater and her panties, the jeans left in a small pile on the floor. She looks restless, one hand idly smoothing the sweater over her breasts.

You step in behind her. The Shared Heat and the residual effects of the night make ordinary caution feel less necessary. You simply reach around, open your hand, and offer the green gummy near her lips. Mara’s eyes flick to it. She opens her mouth without question and takes the soft green shape onto her tongue. She chews slowly. The sweet fruit flavor spreads. Within a minute the change begins.

You feel it through the Shared Heat at the same time she does. A sudden sharp hunger blooms low in her belly and between her legs. Mara’s breath catches. Her pupils dilate. She turns to face you fully, eyes dropping straight to the front of your pants. The outline of your cock is still obvious. A slow, almost disappointed smile curves her lips.

“Oh,” she says, voice lower and rougher than before. “That’s it? That’s what you’ve been packing this whole time?”

She reaches out and palms you through the fabric, squeezing once. Her expression twists into something between amusement and open disdain. “Jesus. Look at that little white dicklet. Baby dick energy. How do you even expect to satisfy anyone with that?”

The green gummy has rewritten her desires in a single direction. Huge cocks. Thick, heavy, vein-ridged cocks that stretch and fill. Anything less now registers as inadequate. Your own size, perfectly average and still hard, has become a joke to her. The Shared Heat feeds you the exact intensity of her new craving. She is soaked already, panties clinging, but the sight of you only sharpens the mockery.

She shoves your pants down. Your cock springs free. Mara laughs, short and mean. “Cute. Really. A starter dick. Something a girl might play with before she finds the real thing.” She wraps her fingers around it and strokes once, the motion almost pitying. “I need something that actually stretches me. Something I can feel in my stomach. Not this.”

She turns, bends over the sink, and pulls her panties aside. Her pussy is glossy and open. “Go ahead,” she says over her shoulder. “Put the baby dick in. Remind me why it isn’t enough.”

You step in and push inside her. She is hot and dripping, yet the moment you bottom out she snorts. “That’s all? I barely feel it. Keep going. Maybe if you try really hard I’ll notice.”

You fuck her in steady strokes. Each one only seems to feed her running commentary. She pushes back against you, but her words stay sharp. “Harder. Christ, it’s like being poked with a finger. Where’s the thickness? Where’s the stretch? I need a real cock. Something that ruins me.” Her hand slips between her legs and rubs her clit in tight circles while you thrust. The Shared Heat makes her rising need feel massive, far larger than what your cock can match in her new estimation.

She comes with a frustrated groan, walls fluttering around you, but the orgasm only seems to leave her hungrier. She pulls off, turns, and drops to her knees. “Finish already,” she says, taking you into her mouth with practiced ease. She sucks hard and fast, the motion efficient rather than worshipful. When you spill across her tongue she pulls back and lets most of it drip from her lips onto the floor.

“There,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “That’s the best that little thing can do. Next time bring me something worth sitting on. Something that actually looks like it belongs in a grown woman’s holes.”

She stands, adjusts the sweater, and leaves the bathroom without another glance, hips swaying, the green gummy’s hunger still obvious in every step. Your cock softens in the cool air. The Shared Heat continues to pulse with the echo of her contempt and her unsatisfied craving for size.