Keri hadn't known until now, but she loved to dance! It was not too dissimilar from boxing in its own way. Both included flowing stances, and swinging her hips, and just like the ring, there were people to watch and cheer for her. She forgot the awkward pain in her knees and ankle joints as she swirled around the room. Sounds and lights were merely distorted shades of reality that blinded her senses. It was a nuisance, trying to focus on anything for any length of time. The only thing that seemed to keep her thoughts grounded was the feeling of hot water pouring over her.
She wasn't outside, she new that much, and had no desire to go outside. Further more, she didn't know exactly where she was, but Noell was there; Keri could recognize the smell of her shampoo! She was nearby, she wanted to be near her.
Time seemed to speed up and slow down in random increments. Time only froze in those heart throbbing moments when her soaking wet body pressed against another… Or when someone else's touch coveted herself. She felt conquered as linen and silk slipped off her skin; her hard perky nipples were exposed to the seething air.
Lust was suddenly so electric!
Keri felt her body teeter on the edge of sanity with each passing second. She tasted supple lips, and tongues intertwined. Her arms wrapped around a soft and nimble body amid a muffling cry for more. The sounds of gasping moans echoed around her, mixing with throbbing music, creating a cacophony of desire.
Flashes of time faded in and out, most of them blurred. Each moment stained her recollection as little more than a mixture of confused feelings and sobering reflections. It was like she was in a twisted dream, one she didn't want to wake from.
The throb of music pulsed in the air, strobes of lights tore through the sweaty fog. Water rained from the ceilings from cast iron sprinklers. These moments of clarity were quickly replaced by what could only be distorted nightmares preying on her reality.
A fiend, like the one that killed Johnathan, kept appearing in her vision. Sometimes the skitter was clinging to the wall, or corners of the ceiling, its eyes bearing down onto her, never wavered. Keri felt long talon fingers, and scratchy nails, tugging at her lace strappings; she could smell corpse breathe breathing down her neck.
In the nightmare, Keri screamed, shoving the thing away, and running towards the source of the light in the room. Suddenly the Butcher was there, he and his massive brawny bulk stood in front of her, and suddenly lifted a massive silver shield. He jumped over her and landed between herself and the thing chasing her. With a single swipe of his illustrious shield, he broke its charge, and threw it across the room. Suddenly cries of praise rained down from the pact masses around them.
Suddenly Sena was there! She was licking the sweat down her neck, while loosening some of the chords of her bra. Keri felt water leak from the cups of her bra, the water graced the curves of her cleavage. The softness of her breasts tingled, as Sena's fingers sank into them. Her tongue was electric, her exploring fingers sent nerves shivering down Keri's spine. Suddenly it wasn't just Sena, but the famous Butcher from the ring again. His face kept changing, from the Butcher to Brutus, to the nameless student she met in the hallway before. The hair of his beard seemed to dance and coil as he got closer to her.
Keri wanted him to touch her and rejoiced as someone's fingers found the moist valley between her legs. She was burning and recoiled from the touch. Her loins begged for more, her body demanded to be satisfied. A strong hand clasped softly against the nape of her neck, and she suddenly had a taste for something raw and powerful. Keri felt a surge of excitement from the power this being exerted over her. Her womanhood was soaked, and it wasn't from the water showering her from above. Her limbs were week, and her head was spinning! She wanted more, as her lips salivated at the thought of being this man's submissive pleasure.
Keri witnessed the man's erection breaking through the steam! It was gorgeous, engorged and larger anything she had ever seen before. Her mouth was forced open, which only excited her more. His masculine taste stained her tongue with a pungent mixture of sweat and sticky flesh. The only thing that helped overcome it was the vodka. Sweet, delicious, vodka helped her in between each new manly flavor. Soon, she preferred their taste over the alcohol.
The skitter continued to appear in her vision, but each time at a distance, until finally, the creature approached her with its own arousal on display.
Did skitters have a penis? Keri wondered to herself as it grew in front of her. Suddenly the skitter wasn't there, but the student she sucked off in the hall took its place. Or at least, she thought it was him in the gloom; that dominating shaft had been carved into her memory, and she could've sworn she recognized it.
His manhood pulsated for her, twitching so hard, Keri could practically hear the mans heartbeat. She suddenly felt herself growing weak; her throat craved the taste of his refreshing ejaculate again.
She felt warm sticky fluids mix with the water raining upon her. The fabric of her garments were sticking to her skin. There were so many voices, so many tantalizing whispers dancing in her ears. Every touch was fulfilling, every spurt of spilled cum delicious, and every second was overwhelming.
At some point Keri didn't care if what she was experiencing was a dream, or something else. It no longer mattered. All that did, was the raw excitement of being at another's mercy, and to be rewarded so splendidly.
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Her breasts were sore!
Keri curled into a ball, and wrapped her arms around her chest. The blankets covering her weren't her own, but that didn't matter; she just wanted to lounge under the warm sheets until the pain went away. Her forearms could feel just how stiff her buds were, and tried to ignore just how sharp they were.
She felt unconformable but didn't want to move. Her eyelids were heavy, and Keri pulled the covers over her head to shield her from the ray of light in the room.
Why do I feel so fucking awful! And why are my tits aching! Her mind floated in that space between sleep and consciousness; that place where it was hard to differentiate what was real, and what was simply imagination. As it teetered back and forth, the pain dragged it further away from that deliciously sweet place that was her dreams, and she rolled over on her back, hoping to dull the pain.
As Keri did so, she couldn't help but notice a subtle difference in pressure. It was so small that she barely noticed, but Keri still felt it almost instantly. It almost reminded her of growing pains when she was undergoing puberty.
She didn't have defined curves until she was sixteen, something that bothered her relentlessly. She remembered the day she switched out her padded bra to an actual push up one, however, at nineteen she was never as… Well… Blessed, compared to most of her friends. Keri blamed it on her training; her endless fat burning rotations, and her eating habits, but there was always a thought in the back of her mind that she would never improve?
Coming to the university, she was exposed to new foods, supplements, and even dietary habits and lifestyle changes. It wasn't long before she noticed a difference; there was a slight weight gain, and her womanly figure had started to grow more pronounced. But those changes were simple, hardly noticeable. Now, as she laid on her back, she could feel something heavier weighing her down.
Keri sacrificed some of the warm air under the sheets to peer under the blanket. She looked normal, her body didn't seem any different… At least at first glance. Her vision was still a little fuzzy, but she focused on the parts of her that felt…odd. Her breasts still looked the same, but they certainly didn't feel the same. She felt herself, placing her hand underneath the base of each breast, and then testing their firmness. They had both grown more tender.
What the fuck happened last night? Did I run into something? The last time her boobs felt this sore was when she sparred with another female contender during a practice match-up. That had been over a year ago. The woman had been cruel and made an effort to focus on her torso during the fight. It made Keri aware of just how much more harsh women could be in the boxing ring.
But still, thinking back on it, she couldn't help but wonder, did someone go to town on my fucking tits?
Keri studied them further, just to make sure there were no bruise marks, and was surprised not to find any outward signs of imperfection. She wondered if she should go see a nurse.
She wrapped the cover tightly around her again and sank her head into the pillow. There was a strong ginger smell exuding from it. It definitely wasn't her pillow… Or her sheets… Or her bed.
Where am I?
Keri inhaled the sweet scent again, her broken mind slowly recognizing its pungent odor. It smelled like Marybeth's hair…
Ok, she thought to herself. I must be on her bed… But why?
She found it difficult to settle her mind, and drift back to sleep. Her body was unwilling to comply with her demands to simply shut down for a while longer. She probably would've just laid their, letting her stomach grumble, if it not have been for her roommate checking in on her.
Marybeth entered the room, and instantly placed a hand on her brow.
"Hey sleepy head, you had a hell of a night last night." She sounded so sweet and affectionate. It made Keri want to smile.
"Yes mommy," she teased back.
That made Marybeth laugh. "You're so cute when your asleep, and even more so when your curled up like this."
Keri looked up at her, and Marybeth brushed her hair from her eyes. "Why am I in your bed?" She asked. She searched her memory and couldn't remember anything. The last thing she could picture was… Sena's room?
Too her credit, Marybeth didn't seem discomforted. "You went wild, and not in a funny 'can't wait to tell this story' sort of way." She paused, trying to decide how to frame the words. "Let's just say, it's probably better if you don't know."
"Jesus what did I do…" Keri buried her head into the pillow, and suddenly felt something surging up her throat. She clenched, tasting the sour tang of vomit, and saw that Marybeth already had a trash bin ready for her.
Keri puked her guts out for several minutes. When she finally finished, she collapsed back on the pillow, and felt Marybeth wipe her lips with a napkin. She felt so disgusted with herself, like a toddler needing to be cleaned up.
"How much did I drink last night?" Keri asked.
"Um… Hard to say. When Julie carried you back, you were long gone. You were a complete mess."
Keri's eyes shot open. "Julie… You're telling me Julie brought me back?"
Marybeth placed a cool rag on her head. "Yeah, she helped me get you out of all that… Really nice lingerie you were wearing. Most of it was a tangled mess, dangling by the straps, but still holding on. Seriously, that's one fine and sturdy garment."
Keri Pryde suddenly grew aware of just how naked she was. "So you both stripped me?"
Marybeth noticed her apprehension, and helped pull the cover over her shoulders. "We had to clean you up a little too, but don't worry, we were gentle."
Keri groaned in response and hugged the covers tighter.
"You're really beautiful by the way, and I think your tits are really cute."
Did she just wink at me? Keri might've just imagined it. "Did I get in a fight last night? My chest hurts like a mother-fucker."
"I don't think so, but maybe their growing? Mine did the same thing last year."
"Are you saying this is normal?"
"I mean, with all the vitamins and supplements, not to mention you're only what? Nineteen? I mean, I grew two cup sizes at your age."
Keri contemplated this. "How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Why not just say you're boobs exploded last year?" Keri rolled over on her back again, which for some reason felt better. "And I'm still not convinced this is normal."
Marybeth sighed, and pulled a cold water bottle from the small fridge they kept in the corner. "If you're really worried about it, just see the nurse, once you feel better of course."
Keri accepted the bottle and unscrewed the lid. "Where did you sleep last night?"
"Your bed, of course."
"Oh…" Keri reached her hand to the cloth on her forehead and squeezed the water from it to drip down her brow.
"By the way." Marybeth paused to find her some aspirin. "Julie said she would come by later to give you a new set of bedding, and some new clothes. She seems to like dressing you."
Keri swallowed the pills, and as she did so, a memory flashed, one of swallowing something succulent and juicy.
She waited until Marybeth left the room, and then another thirty minutes, before deciding she couldn't go back to sleep. Keri then dragged herself out of bed. She was still dizzy, so she didn't stand on her feet, but kept herself seated.
She noticed a pile of fabric strewn on her side of the room; it was the lingerie from yesterday. Even from a across the room, she noticed it was soiled by something. She eventually summoned the strength to walk over to them, to get a better look. Dry sticky patches of something foreign covered it, the stockings were smeared by whatever it was. Keri bent over and smelled the substance clinging to the linen fabric. She knew what it was. Her garments were saturated with semen; one man couldn't do this, multiple had to contribute to justify this amount.
"What the hell happened last night?" Keri asked herself with a shaking voice. She placed a hand on her stomach, and felt the turmoil boiling within. A memory flashed before her eyes, along with a feeling of raw excitement. She threw up again, before she could remember anything else.
It was well into the evening when she felt well enough to leave the room. A cold shower, and fourteen jugs of water later, Keri still felt sick to her stomach. It was still hard to wolf anything down, just looking at food made her want to vomit the contents of her stomach again.
Her breasts were still sore and felt swollen in her hands. She eventually came to the decision to go to the nurses' station, but not before finding something decent to wear.