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"N-- Noooo!!!!" Belle screamed, abruptly jerking upright in bed. She panted as her eyes quickly darted around her room, the bright glow of the sun shining through the translucent bedroom curtains. The faint hum of cicadas sounded in the distance. It must have been close to noon for her room to be so well lit.
"What… What did I dream about?" Belle muttered, pulling a knee up to her chest as she clenched it. She remembered suffering through an awful nightmare. Some condescending woman-- or cow perhaps, lectured and demeaned her while terrible things happened to her. She also recalled the conversation she had with her dad the previous day. The longer she thought, the further her heart sank into her chest, an icy pang of despair washing over her body. Soon enough, she would be learning what type of volunteer work her loving father would force upon her.
Belle's thoughts shifted back to last night's dream, which only furthered the sense of dread welling up within her. If she remembered correctly, the being in her dream said it was responsible for all of the bizarre bullshit happening to her as of late. There was something about having to behave herself if she didn't want to transform into something awful. Belle panicked, pulling her other knee up as she hid her face. It's a dumb dream-- it means nothing. None of that was real, Belle pleaded, trying to convince herself it was all a lie. Curses weren't real; there was no way this could be happening, right? But going off of her awful birth control hadn't helped so far, and she got this horrible feeling that her nightmare was a true reflection of reality. Belle couldn't make out the fine details of the dream but was confident of a few things. Some bitch of a woman changed her body in the dream and lectured her about being a complete sadist. Also, she would apparently keep changing in real life if she didn't change her behavior. "No-- No… I have been really stressed, that's all." She pulled her face away from her knees and took a few deep breaths to calm herself, ignoring the dull throbbing in her breasts and between her legs.
Belle dragged herself out of bed and walked to her bathroom. After turning on the shower, she briefly turned and examined herself in the mirror. Are my hips fuller than they used to be? She raised an eyebrow and slid her hands down her sides. She tilted her body and examined the reflection of her supple ass. Her tits and butt had grown in size; there was no getting around it. Her lightly curved body with C cups had blossomed into a fuller figure. As soon as a wave of anxiety started to roll in, her mind grew foggy and muddled.
Damn, you're sexy. The voice in her head rang as her lips curled up into a light smile. "I'm looking hot as hell-- that can't be a bad thing, right?" It was as if Belle's worries had been forcefully ousted from her head. Her eyes shifted upward, getting a closer look at her nipples. There appeared to be a thin layer of milky crust on her areolae, causing her to raise an eyebrow. A small voice screamed at her through the mental haze, urging her to feel more concerned over these recent changes.
Bing!
Belle heard a notification on her phone and left the bathroom to grab it from her nightstand. She needed a distraction regardless. Upon looking, she saw a text message from her father. Immediately after, a twinge of anger erupted within her. You goddamn bastard, angrily spat Belle before opening the message and reading it.
"Annabelle, I am enclosing the details of your volunteer work. You are going to be helping Roger, a close friend of mine. He runs the Weeping Willow Farm, about thirty minutes north of where you live. Roger is someone I trust, and I know for a fact he will accurately report on the quality of your work. You can work out the details of when you will be helping him and what tasks you will be performing for him. I expect that you won't complain or argue with him. If he wants you to shovel horse manure, you will do it without fuss."
Belle's heart rate picked up as her frustration mounted. "Why the fuck do you always talk to me like that? I'm… I'm not a goddamn kid." She muttered, clenching her phone tightly as she read further.
"You are also not allowed to advertise your farm work online or use it to bolster your online following in any way. Knowing you, I am sure you will be looking for a way to use your volunteer work to harvest more clicks. I will not tolerate this behavior, and Roger won't either. If I find that you broke this rule, there will be consequences. I have enclosed Roger's phone number and the address of the farm below. Please get in touch with him by the end of today; he will be awaiting your call before 8PM in the evening."
Belle trembled as she read her father's words. Tears welled in her eyes and trickled down her face as her cheeks flushed red. "How can you do this to me? I can't even post about it!?" She screamed in frustration, chucking her phone against the room as it bounced off the wall with a loud thud. At least her phone case would absorb most of the impact. Belle sat on the edge of her bed and put her hands over her face, thinning a string of terrible thoughts toward her cruel dictator of a father. She already had to deal with horrific nightmares and her body changing in bizarre ways; why did her father have to shit all over her feelings? "He should be supportive of me. God fucking dammit." She growled, shaking her head back and forth.
There was a sudden knock on her door. "Belle! What the fuck is going on in there, girl?" Daniela's voice called, sounding more annoyed than concerned. "You're usually up by now, and I hear you throwing shit and getting all mad. What's going on in there?"
Belle winced, wishing it could have been Sophia showing up at the door to her room. "Everything is fine! Just leave me alone!"
The doorknob suddenly shook. "Let me in; why are you keeping me locked out?" Daniela asked with a huff.
You've got to be kidding me. Belle grunted, not wanting to deal with this bullshit right now. "I'm not letting you in; please just leave me alone."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever then! You've been all weird and shit lately, but go ahead and talk to me like a bitch when I'm trying to be a good friend or whatever." With that, Daniela walked away, her footsteps growing faint as she walked down the hallway.
"I didn't ask you for help or for your concern," mumbled Belle under her breath as she flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling from the comfort of her own bed. A torrent of different emotions and confusion permeated every cell of Belle's body, dragging her down into a distraught state. That dream was absolute, wasn't it? I need to-- I need… No… Her mind again grew a little fuzzy as she recalled how nice her hips and tits looked in the mirror. Dreams aren't real. Curses aren't real. That dream is just my anxiety; it's nothing-- nothing…. It means nothing, she repeated in her head over and over, taking slow and careful breaths as she did her best to calm her nerves. Belle was so lost within her head that she didn't hear the muffled rattling that once again came from her doorknob.
The door suddenly swung open as Daniela barged in with a lockpick in hand. "Hey! I knew I could find more uses for my lockpicking kit," smirked the tanned woman as she waltzed right in.
Belle cried in shock and pulled a blanket over herself. "WHAT THE HELL!! Get out of my room!" She screamed in frustration as her body shook.
Daniela rolled her eyes. "You've looked different lately; I want to see." She waltzed over and reached down, unceremoniously yanking the blanket away. Daniela didn't understand boundaries and always strived to take what she wanted in life.
As the blanket peeled away from Belle's naked body, her cheeks returned bright crimson. She quickly pushed her legs together and wrapped her arms over her chest. "Why-- Why are you like this!?" She cried out as she gritted her teeth.
Daniela let out a whistle. "Damn-- I got a good look before you covered yourself. Your hips and tits are looking good, girl. Did you have some work done?"
Belle grabbed the blanket again and pulled it around herself. "No! Of course, I didn't have work done. You're imagining things; nothing changed!" Her tone grew more defensive by the second.
"Hmmm. Yeah, I don't know about that. Your ass and tits have definitely been fatter. You've got dem birthing hips now as well. No wonder Bret was all over you on that hiking trail. I can't believe you fucked in broad daylight and got banned." She snorted and laughed as her lips curled into a cheeky grin.
"GET OUT!" Belle screamed as humiliation overwhelmed her. "How-- how did you even find out!?" She barked. "Whatever-- it doesn't matter! PLEASE, just get the fuck out of my room!" Her face was completely red as she teetered on the edge of snapping and having an emotional breakdown.
Daniela rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Whatever, fine." She turned and walked toward the door. "It's hard to be your fucking friend sometimes when you get all sensitive like this. Loosen up; I got kicked out of a Walmart for giving some dude a blowjob in the bathroom, and I have a good sense of humor about it. You always have your panties in a twist." With that, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
Belle curled up in bed, putting her hands over her face. "I don't… I don't want to change. I don't want to go work on a fucking farm." She broke down and began sobbing uncontrollably as a torrent of salty tears trickled down her cheeks and stained her pillow. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that her dream was an actual omen of things to come, rather than being the disjointed nightmare of someone extremely stressed. I can't let this happen to me. I have to do something, so these changes stop.
In the middle of her thought train, she recalled the feeling of having her tits milked and emptied. A surge of arousal shot through the core of her body as her pupils dilated. She wanted someone to play with her tits, to relieve the stress building in her generous melons. Belle thought about Bret and grew more aroused. Indeed her nightmare was just a work of fiction; it had to be. Her mind did its best to rationalize away each and every concern, but it grew more difficult to do so as the days passed. It was easier to dwell on how horny she was and how good it would feel to be bent over and fucked while having her tits fondled. Sure she had gotten banned from the hiking trail, but she and Bret had fun together, right?
Belle sat up and grabbed her phone, sending a text to Bret. "Hey, babe! Sorry about a couple of days ago; we can always find a new hiking trail LOL! I'm feeling hot and frisky today; why not come by?"
She had to worry about her upcoming farm work, her body changes, and running her online business ventures, but she was still desperate to shirk responsibility for even just a few more hours. Belle thought about what she could do to keep growing her following while unable to use her farm work to earn internet points.
After a couple of minutes, her phone pinged with a new notification. She eagerly opened the text from Bret and read it.
"Hey. I don't think that's a good idea. After what happened the other day, I think I need a few days to myself to process everything. Things have been a little weird lately, and I need to figure out what I want to do. I already feel like we've had more small fights than usual, and now I'm banned from one of my favorite places. I have so many fond memories of that hiking trail, and now I can never return. I am partially responsible for following your lead, but I still feel frustrated with you. I care about you a lot and just need time to clear my head. I'll let you know when I'm ready to talk. Please take care."
Belle's heart sank further and further as she read the paragraph. "No… This-- this has to be a joke." An unyielding flood of sadness and depression flooded her senses, dragging her into the abyss. Bret was mad at her? She panicked, feeling terrified at the prospect that Bret could end up breaking up with her over this. Also, who would fuck her and rub her tits if Bret left her? No-- that wasn't what she should be concerned with right now.
With much trepidation, she responded to the text. "Please don't be mad at me. I know I've been a bit testy and frustrated lately. And I shouldn't have pushed you to fuck around on the hiking trail. Please. I know I screwed up. Can you come over now so we can talk about it? I'm being forced to work on a farm now, and I have only been acting strange because of that birth control. You can't be too mad or frustrated with me when you know my hormones have been crazy and when you know how much I am dealing with. I'm sorry for what happened, but it's not fair for you to be upset with me or blame me for any of this. "
Belle stared down at her phone screen and hit send. Her heart raced in her chest while a thin layer of sweat formed all over her body. Please don't do this to me, Bret. She begged, intently watching as she awaited her boyfriend's response.
Finally, Brett's message popped up. "Look. I need a few days to myself, and I'm not willing to bend. I don't appreciate how you have an excuse whenever you have a behavioral issue. It's the same routine every time; you list off a bunch of excuses to justify your actions and then filp the script on me by acting like I'm being unreasonable and unfair to you for being frustrated. I'll be upset with you, but suddenly I have to comfort you and reassure you that everything is okay. Whenever you screw up, I end up being the one to apologize to you. You say it's not fair for me to be upset, but I feel it's unfair of you to expect me to sacrifice my emotional needs for yours. If you really love me, you will understand why I need a couple of days. Please just wait for me to contact you soon, okay? I love you and care about you, but I'm also tired of feeling like the bad guy whenever I have the slightest concern with your behavior."
Belle couldn't believe what she was reading. Bret's words cut through her heart like a hot knife through butter. How can you do this to me? Especially right now when I'm suffering so much every day, Belle lamented, dropping her phone as she curled up into a ball and trembled. All her negative feelings merged into a nearly tangible, monster-like mass that ate away at her soul. Belle needed Bret to support her and dote on her. He was supposed to be her rock and emotional support human who loved her unconditionally while comforting her in her time of need.
Her angry thoughts of Bret drifted away as she recalled the shape of his well-formed cock. It was huge, and he knew how to use it; the idea of his raging manhood sliding into her tight hole was enough to make her wet. She imagined Bret stripping down, peeling away his boxers as his pillar of masculinity sprang forth. Without realizing what she was doing, Belle slid a trembling hand down as it traced over her abdomen's silky, soft flesh. The image of Bret's erect penis gradually morphed, growing more prominent as the skin darkened. As the length passed ten inches and then eleven, Belle's arousal grew. Her tits ached and throbbed in unison with her now-swollen sex.
"Mmmmm…" Belle's lips curled into a dumb smile. I am sure Bret will be fine tomorrow… And that dream was just a dream, she reasoned, trying to clear her head so she could focus on her upcoming masturbation session. She traced two fingers over her sensitive, moist crevice and let out a delighted squeal as her clitoris twitched and spasmed beneath the sticky folds. The cock she visualized in her head continued growing, elongating to inhuman proportions. Could I take a dick that big? She mused, fidgeting as her horniness escalated. Belle trembled, arching her hips upward as she slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy hole. "Mmmm.-- oooooh…" She purred, hooking her index and middle fingers in just the right way to reach her g-spot. Immediately after, she applied some pressure and began to rub while her thumb brushed against her clitoris in slow circles.
While the stimulation did feel quite nice, Belle felt like she had hit a wall. Her vagina ached for more while her clitoris teetered on the edge of orgasm without actually boiling over. Belle grew increasingly irate as she pushed her fingers in and out, rubbing her clit more vigorously. Unfortunately for her, nothing worked; it simply wasn't enough. Her petite, feminine hands were no match for the massive, turgid shaft that consumed her every thought. A sudden realization hit Belle as an idea formed; she needed to simulate the penis in her mind. Nothing else would do.
Adrenaline surged through Belle as she pulled her fingers out and pushed her hips further. Her lithe fingers balled into a fist as she slowly pushed it up into her vagina. There's no way it will fit; what am I doing? A voice in her head protested, warning her that she was about to do something insane and ill-advised.
Any sense of reason vanished, the image of Bret's two-foot-long cock blocking out all else. Her vagina strained and spread open, growing in diameter as it gradually accepted the entirety of Belle's hand. There was no way her pussy should have so easily stretched, but here she was. "Oh-oh god, yes!!" She felt excitement as her insides contracted and spasmed around the invading limb. She visualized the huge shaft sliding into her body as her hand slid in all the way to her wrist. An immense feeling of pressure built within Belle as she shakily pulled her hand out and pushed in again, slowly getting into a rhythm that imitated the motions of getting fucked. Her pussy continued to stretch and writhe as hot juices seeped out of the hole and dribbled down her labia onto the sheets.
While Belle continued, she moved a shaky hand to her left tit and pinched her nipple. She squeezed and rubbed the pink nub between her finger and thumb as loud moans bellowed forth from her mouth. "Mmmm-- ooooo!" Belle purred as her arm slid in further, a couple of inches past her wrist. The pleasure boiled over as a massive orgasm cascaded through her birth canal and radiated through her body. "Fuuuuuck, yessss!" Belle pinched her nipple harder and gradually increased the speed of her arm's repeated thrusts. It shouldn't fit. A slight hint of worry crept into her mind amidst her sexual odyssey. This shouldn't be possible; what the fuck am I doing-- Her thoughts cut off as an even more intense, orgasmic burst exploded from the core of her body. "MMMMM-- OOOOOOOH!" Belle wailed, not once considering how loud she was being. Her vision blurred while her mind went utterly blank; there was no room for anything else in her head right now as her pussy quivered and squeezed around Belle's hand and wrist. She desperately needed the penis in her mind to be real; how could an average dick satisfy her?
Belle didn't notice the stream of creamy fluid leaking from her nipples as she continued pumping as long as she could. Eventually, it became too much for her to bear. Her trembling arm exited her body with a sticky sound, leaving Belle shaking on her back as she basked in the afterglow.
She laid in silence, thinking about Bret and how badly she wanted to have actual sex with a real person. At the same time, it wasn't like Bret had that humongous, throbbing member from her imagination. Regardless, she considered whether Bret might forgive her more quickly if she went over and sucked his dick for him. Maybe if it was in the privacy of his own home, he would be more open to forgiving her. During her musings, a guest arrived at her door.
Knock, knock!
Belle quickly sat up and looked at her door. "Just go away, Daniela!" Belle shouted, once again feeling agitated.
"Oh-- sorry! It's me, Sophia! I promise I won't barge into your room. I just wanted to know if you wanted to spend some time with me or something."
Belle turned red, trying to calm herself. "What did you have in mind?" She responded, quickly deciding that hanging out with Sophia might be an excellent way to clear her head of the recent bullshit.
"Hmmm…" Sophia thought Belle's question over from the other side of the door. "We could just go run around the mall! Or whatever you want, it can be your call today. I know you've been really stressed lately, and I thought I could help."
Belle appreciated her dear friend's kindness, even if she didn't say it out loud enough. "Well, let's do something relaxing and not too physical. I'm going to have to work twenty hours a week at that Weeping Farm or whatever, and I'm sure that's going to consist of a bunch of awful, backbreaking labor," she spat in frustration, once again feeling anger toward her father. She ensured her body was covered entirely as she held the blanket around her shoulders. "You can come in."
There was a momentary pause before Sophia opened the door and popped her head in. "You mean Weeping Willow Farm?" She asked as a bright smile spread across her face. "I actually do work up there! My mom is a really close friend of the owner, and I love to help with the horses when I can. Well-- I'll help with other animals too, but it's nice making a little money while doing something I would probably do for free anyway, you know?"
A small flame of hope flickered within Belle. "Are you serious?? Hey-- maybe you could work with me on the days I'm there. I'm kind of freaked out about going all alone." She desperately hoped that Sophia would agree; having a friend there would make the situation less awful. Sophia would probably help Belle pick up the slack if she became too exhausted.
A bright grin spread across Sophia's face; there was no way she would say no to spending more time with Belle. Especially in a situation like this. "Of course!!! As long as it's not on a day where I have other obligations, I would love to. I can help teach you everything you need. I don't usually go up for twenty hours a week, but I could cut back on some other volunteer work while you're working out on the farm."
Belle felt such relief at Sophia's words. "You're a saint. Let me buy you some bubble tea today as a thank you." The hot, steamy masturbation session Belle had just finished already faded into her memories; she needed to keep her eyes forward and not dwell on the past. Despite trying to live by that mantra, there would be no way of completely ridding herself of all anxiety. Her vagina still twitched and spasmed, reeling in the aftermath of her life's oddest and hottest masturbation session.
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