O Stories

by Krauggel

Stories from ao3. I am just a lazy reader. I'm just using the audio.

5. Sydney Sweeney c2

Sydney Sweeney: Shota Starlet Slut

PegasusArt

Chapter 2

Summary:

As Sydney's growing obsession with her 10-year-old shota stalker blossoms into a full-blown affair, it threatens to disrupt everything in her life -- her relationship, her career, and her reputation.

Chapter Text

"So, at this point, the producers have told me they are actually thinking of going in a different direction," Victoria's tinny voice reported from the phone's speakerphone.

Sydney Sweeney, the gorgeous 25-year-old blonde actress, put down the Topo Chico she had just retrieved from the fridge and addressed the phone lying on her kitchen counter. She put her hands on her tight, athletic hips, a look of irritation crossing her beautiful face. She was dressed in a crop-top t-shirt and aqua-colored booty shorts — exposing broad expanses of her sun-kissed flesh, from her toned midriff down to her long legs. It was a lazy Sunday, and she was trying to relax after what had been a… difficult week. Her weekly call with her publicist, Victoria, was usually a light and breezy affair, but today it had taken a disappointing turn — a potential new HBO Max Original series that Sydney had been pursuing was falling through.

"A different direction?" the young starlet repeated, looking perplexed. "What does that mean? They gave me the whole pitch at the Emmys afterparty last week, and said I was a perfect fit. What changed since then?"

There was an awkward silence on the other end. Opening her lime seltzer, Sydney took a swig, tapping her foot irritably.

"Victoria?" she asked when there was no response. "Did you hear me?"

"No, I heard you Syd," the publicist replied in a measured tone. "I just think maybe… the timing wasn't right on this one. You know how it goes."

"No, I'm not sure I do," Sydney said, eyes narrowing. "Timing? It's been like… five days. It doesn't make any sense!"

There was another pregnant pause, and Sydney blinked, standing in her long galley kitchen, sunlight filtering in through the house's wide rear windows.

"Syd, honey," Victoria began. "I think now might be the time to… discuss a couple things."

Sydney's heart leapt into her throat as she noticed the tenor of the conversation change. Victoria didn't adopt a motherly tone like that with her unless something was seriously wrong. And the young actress had a feeling she knew exactly what that was.

"Oh, yeah?" she replied, acting casual. "Like, uh, what?"

"Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but some of the rumors and just… talk that I've been hearing this week."

Sydney's blood ran cold, her face collapsing into a dour grimace. She was glad this was a speakerphone call and not a FaceTime, so Victoria couldn't see her reaction.

"Yeah?" she squeaked.

"I only bring this up because I do think it is relevant, and because it also could be something we want to maybe… get ahead of," Victoria started ominously. "And obviously there's nothing concrete out there, and I certainly don't think anyone's going to go the press any time soon… but we should talk, you and I, about what happened at your swimwear shoot last week."

"W-what do you mean?" Sydney asked, trying her best to play dumb as her entire brain lit up in panic mode.

"Well, you know how this industry is," the older woman said breezily. "People talk. And you're a very hot property right now, and people pay attention to you. I know it's not fair, but that's just the way that it is. And when people notice things, they like to talk, and gossip, and… yada yada yada. You know."

"No, I don't know," Sydney said, through gritted teeth. "What did people say? What have you heard?"

Another pause. Then…

"Um, a few things actually. And this is all secondhand, but I've heard different versions and the stories sort of… line up."

"Uh-huh?" Sydney waited for the hammer to drop.

"So, the first thing was that you had a guest on set that day. Someone you said was a nephew, or maybe a friend's kid, a neighbor's kid, it wasn't super clear. But a young kid, a boy, is what I heard."

"And?"

"And… Listen, Sydney, I wouldn't want to discuss this with you if it wasn't important. Your business is your business and you have a right to privacy, but I'm your publicist and it's my job to handle this sort of thing."

"Just tell me what you fucking heard!" Sydney shouted, resisting the temptation to hurl her half-empty glass seltzer bottle against the far kitchen wall.

"Well…" Victoria took a long breath. "What people are saying is that after the shoot, you were alone in your dressing room with this boy for a certain amount of time. Maybe 15, 20 minutes? And that after you left there was some sort of mess left over. The room was not left… as you found it. There were… fluids. That is what I have heard. That's it."

Sydney leaned against her granite countertop, cradling her head in her hands. This is exactly what she'd been afraid of. So that was it. She had slipped up once and now there were rumors out there, people talking about her being some kind of…. kiddie-fucking pedo bitch. And worse, it was true! Sydney had done her best to clean up after the… encounter with Colter in the dressing room last week, but obviously she had missed something. And now people were talking. Shit. Shit.

"Sydney? Are you there, hon?"

"Yes, I'm here," the actress said, sniffling back tears. "I'm, uhh… I guess maybe I'm not exactly clear on what's being… asserted here?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Victoria said assuredly. "Again, this is just some people talking, and none of this is going to hit the press. I'll make damn sure of that. But I thought you deserved to know that, y'know, this is out there. And we need to be extremely careful about this."

"What do you mean by that?" Sydney pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, shaking her head. How had she been so stupid?

"Well, you know, the climate being what it is, stuff like this is obviously taken… very seriously," Victoria said. "Um, and I would be lying if I said there wasn't a precedent for stuff like this… These are obviously strange times we're living in. I don't know if you've read some of the stories about these… shota boys that are out there."

"No, I haven't," Sydney lied. She'd been up every night that weak poring over every shota-related article she could find, trawling through message boards, reading blind-item gossip sites, even medical reports.

"Uh-huh. Well, I would recommend you do a little reading, just to, y'know… So you can protect yourself. It's good to be informed. Have you seen some of the stories about Margot Robbie?"

"I, uh… No, not really… I saw… I guess I saw that she's, what, she's separating from her husband? Dating a younger guy?"

Victoria paused again and cleared her throat.

"Younger, yeah, definitely. Much younger," she said. "Like… twenty years younger. From what I understand, what is out there currently, is Margot met a ten- or eleven-year-old boy on one of her press tours and began a… sexual relationship with him, began an affair, and decided to let her husband know that she was filing for divorce about a week later."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Sydney said, shivering.

"Yeah. Yeah. And, uh… Margot and her team did not do a super good job of keeping all of this quiet, and as a result her contract with Warner Brothers has been officially terminated. They're recasting Harley Quinn in the DC films, and from what I hear, they're thinking they might not even release Barbie. Which is, y'know, a big deal. So all I'm saying is… Listen, if there is any truth to these rumors, in your case… it is for the best that we get ahead of them, and keep it as quiet as possible."

"If there's any truth?" Sydney practically screeched. "What are you accusing me of, Victoria? You think I'm a fucking… boy-fucker? Is that it?"

"No, honey," Victoria replied quietly, calmly. "I'm saying it is my job to protect you, and that people talk. That is all. I just want you to… be careful."

Sydney laughed, a slightly unhinged, desperate sound.

"Uh, well, thank you Victoria… I'll keep that in mind if I'm about to fuck any… ten-year-old boys!"

"Okay, honey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Yeah, well, mission fucking accomplished!" Sydney shouted, reaching over to tap her phone screen, ending the call.

Alone in the quiet of her kitchen, Sydney shuddered and collapsed against the counter, wracked with sobs. It was all true, of course. Less than a week ago, she had met a young boy named Colter, one of the hung shotas Victoria was now warning her about. And against her better judgment and every principle she'd held as a woman… she had jacked this kid off and let him cum all over her face and tits right there in her dressing room, knowing the risk, knowing the potential consequences. And now, this was her reality — people were talking about it, and she was losing out on jobs because she was gaining a reputation as a secret shota slut.

And even worse… Colter hadn't been answering her texts.

———

Sydney plucked her phone up and opened the text chat with her underage paramour. The manipulative little monster had refused her demands to delete the conversation after their encounter at the modeling shoot earlier that week… but he might as well have deleted them, because he had gone radio silent since then. The photo shoot had been on Monday, and she hadn't received a single message from him since then — almost a full week.

This should have been a relief, a sign that Sydney was rid of the sociopathic little stalker… but it was affecting her more than she wanted to let on. Their first encounter had been an intense, emotionally exhausting affair. Sydney had debased herself, given in to her darkest urges… and she had loved it. Furthermore, she had been rewarded by taking Colter's inhumanly huge and thick load of cum all over her… A Biblical flood of white-hot boy jism that she hungrily drank down in a moment of prolonged insanity, lost to the tangy, addictive flavor of his pheromone-rich shota fluids.

The sensations she'd felt as she ate his load were unspeakably base and decadent… She only remembered wanting more, more, more, and feeling a profound emptiness when it was all gone. That feeling had only deepened and worsened in the days since. As sick and humiliating as it was to admit, she knew she wanted more of his cum. She'd sworn it would be a one-time thing, that they could never see each other again, and certainly never fuck… but if she was ever near Colter again, she didn't know if she'd have the strength to resist him. She craved him, fantasized about him, yearned to see and touch and feel his big, beautiful boy cock, to jerk it til it exploded all over her again…

She felt like she was going insane. Looking through the text chat with Colter, she saw a one-sided conversation, a series of pleas that seemed to chart her own mental decline over the span of six days. It started innocently enough:

Hey. Haven't heard from you.

Hope you decided to delete these texts after all

But after that it started to go swiftly downhill.

Are you there?

LMK if u deleted the texts

Hit me back if you get this

Colter?

Are you ignoring me?

You little shit

Fuck u

Do u know who I am?

You're just a pathetic little boy

You're nothing

You're disgusting

You make me fucking sick

That was all from one day. The next day, her tone changed somewhat:

Hey I'm sorry I said all that. I'm just kinda freaked out about what happened between us

Like it felt really… special. Meaningful.

Did u feel that way too?

LMK if u get this

R u there?

I can't stop thinking about u…

What we did was so wrong but so hot

Can I call u?

U didn't answer

I'm home alone…

Gonna take a shower

After that she'd sent several explicit pictures, mostly nude selfies in her bathroom mirror. Then more increasingly desperate texts:

Thinking about u

That was so fuckin hot when u came on my face

Ur dick is so fuckin big

Wish u were here

Touching myself thinking about u

Haven't washed that bikini…

It still smells like ur cum

Gnight 3

The next day:

Colter ok cmon pick up

Colterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Fuck I'm so thirsty for ur fuckin cum

What do u want me to do?

Tell me and I'll do it

U wanna tittyfuck me?

Babe please

Please

I'm sorry I said to delete the texts

I don't want that anymore

I just want you

I'm so fucked up

I wanna fuck a little boy

I'm a fucking pedo slut

There I said it

I'll do anything for u

Anything

Please

I'm sorry

I'm such a stupid bitch

I'm sorry

It went on and on like that. And Colter still hadn't replied. She knew that either he had changed his mind, deleted the texts and blocked her number… Or he was toying with her, giving her the silent treatment, demonstrating how badly she needed him, how little control she really had in all this. Looking over her texts, she knew it was the latter. He wanted to humiliate her, dominate her… and he was doing it, effortlessly… by doing nothing at all. She was ashamed of herself. She typed a message for him:

If you come over to my house right now I'll blow you and let you cum down my throat

Please I just wanna taste ur cum again

She hit send and put the phone down, strolling away swigging her Topo Chico. Behind her on the counter, the phone buzzed. She whirled, almost spitting up the seltzer, and rushed back to snatch it up.

It was not a text from Colter. It was her fiancé, Jonathan.

Hey babe

Just found out I have some free time this week

Gonna fly home to see u tomorrow

Surprise! 3

"Ugh," Sydney said out loud, tossing the phone away.

———

Sydney was breathing hard and deep. Her blonde hair fell forward, sticking to her sweaty brow while her heart thundered in her throat. Between her legs, a massive, throbbing form rubbed teasingly against her, prodding her most intimate areas. It was so big, so thick, pulsating with a savage desire to pierce her, to claim her… A raging need to bury itself deep inside her…

She panted raggedly, lost to the sensation as she felt it swipe against her pussy, spreading her outer labia. Looking back over her shoulder she met the gaze of the massive tool's owner… a young boy, his features obscured by the deep shadows in her bedroom as he he bent her over the foot of her own bed and prepared to plant his flag in her. He grinned as he shifted his hips up, rubbing his hot length against her.

"I know you want it," he said, a sweet, high, boyish voice.

She shook her head, denying him, but he snickered and she could feel him press against her. She tensed, her entire body seemingly waiting for him, her pussy aching for him, for his seed. At last… at last…

He pinned her down on the bed, arms held behind her back, her massive titties crushed beneath her. He was nudging that massive cock against her slit and she felt hot, gooey cum pulse over her labia before he rammed into her hard, and she screamed at the horrendous intrusion. He pumped into her like a maniac possessed, keeping her face pressed hard into the soft bedsheets as she cried and wailed like an infant.

Jets of warm cum shot into her, coating her insides, triggering her own climax, a cresting wave of pleasure that mixed with the terror and pain of her brutal violation, until she—

Sydney's eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright in bed. A moment later she was gasping for air as she rolled over and looked around her. She was tangled in the heavy form of her comforter and she threw it aside, fresh air feeling cold on her sweat-soaked skin. Her entire body was tense, like she'd just touched a live wire. She glanced at her bedside table — it was 6:15… her alarm hadn't gone off yet. It was just a dream.

She closed her eyes and breathed for a moment, trying to come to grips with the nightmare, with how disturbing it had been. She wished she could have forgotten it, but no, it felt like it was burned into her mind. She heaved herself out of bed, wincing as her thighs rubbed together and she noticed her pussy was soaking wet.

She took a cold shower, but as usual she couldn't escape intrusive thoughts of Colter. It wasn't enough that he conquered her waking hours… he'd intruded into her dreams now, too. Her subconscious was surely trying to tell her something. Sydney felt a sexual frustration unlike anything she'd experienced in adulthood. It was Monday morning. One week since the last time she had seen Colter. One week since he had doused her in his glorious cum, hosed her down like a burning building, one week since she had scooped his thick, chunky jism off her tits and off her own face and eaten it like she would starve if she didn't.

She was getting dressed as she walked over to her bedside table to check her phone for texts. Nothing from Colter yet, of course… but Jonathan had texted her his flight info. He would land at LAX at 5:45 p.m. She was going to pick him up from the airport and bring him back to show him the new house. He'd seen it a couple of times before she closed on the offer but he hadn't seen it fully furnished yet. After that they had reservations at Vida, a new Spanish tapas bar a friend of his had just opened in West Hollywood.

Sydney thought through the evening's plans as she struggled to get a white cotton bra on. She was trying to fasten it in the back, but the straps just would not touch. Worse, it felt painfully constrictive and tight on her bust, the underwire biting into her soft, pillowy titflesh. What the hell? She'd worn this bra just last week. Had it shrunk? Or had her tits gotten bigger…? No, that wasn't possible.

She walked back into the expansive bathroom, shrugging the bra off and looking herself over in the mirror. As always she felt the swell of pride at her pristine appearance — her sultry face, her almost feline beauty, clear blue eyes, full pink lips slightly parted… and her breasts, perhaps her most famous God-given asset… two perfect scoops of creamy white flesh, teardrop-shaped, all-natural, sitting high on her chest, capped with candy pink nipples and saucer-shaped areolas…

They did look bigger. Was she crazy? They had been big a week ago — EE-cup — but they seemed to have inflated almost a full cup size in the time since then, while retaining all their firmness and flawless shape. She thought back to the moment Colter's thick jizz exploded all over her, dripping down into her full cleavage and beyond… No, that was insane.

She admired the rest of her body. Nothing noticeably different. Maybe her hips had filled out a bit? Sydney was a slim girl, shapely but fit… but her figure seemed especially vivacious today. Hmm. She didn't hate it. She pursed her lips in the mirror, puckering up and popping them. She smiled, then thought of Colter and her face twisted in disgust.

Sydney heard her phone buzz from the the other room and scurried out to check it, her newly fulsome tits bouncing and flopping wildly on her chest as she danced over to the bedside table. It was another text from Jonathan — a list of groceries Sydney could pick up before his arrival, so he could make her breakfast in the morning. A kissy face emoji and a plane emoji.

She sighed, tossed the phone down and went to see if she had any bigger bras.

———

Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and high-waisted acid wash jeans, decidedly not wearing a bra, Sydney strolled up and down the aisles at Whole Foods glumly, picking out the ingredients Jonathan had requested. She should have felt excited — this was the first time seeing her love in weeks, and normally she'd be impatient to feel his hands on her again. But the weight of her betrayal and her growing fascination with the young boy Colter hung over her like a storm cloud.

In the checkout aisle, Sydney was behind a mother and her young son, a boy of maybe nine or ten. Almost absent-mindedly, the young actress found herself admiring the young boy's body… his skinny little form, his bushy head of blonde hair, his cute, innocent face. She felt her nipples hardening against the thin white fabric of the t-shirt. The boy's mother seemed to notice the unwarranted attention Sydney was giving her son and hurried him out of the store, flashing a dirty look over her shoulder.

Back in her car, after loading up her groceries, Sydney was shocked to see a text had come in from Colter. She shuddered, a long, tremulous breath as she held the phone in her hand like a holy artifact. She still hadn't created a contact for the boy, but she recognized the phone number immediately. She sat in the front seat of her Ford Bronco for a moment, basking in the feeling, in the anticipation of a new message from him. She imagined his apology for missing her last week's worth of texts, his professing his love for her, pleading for her to come and see him, and she thrilled at the thought of denying him, of holding out. She had a real man coming to visit her, the man she loved, the man she was going to marry. She ran the conversation a dozen times in her mind before she finally opened the phone and saw his message:

Sup

Sydney was awestruck. After everything, after the wall of messages she had written him, after all the flip-flopping and self-recrimination… this was the best he could do? She scoffed, alone in her car, staring at the screen, at the one solitary word he had spared her. No acknowledgment of his complete ghosting over the past week. Just "Sup"?

After a moment, she texted back:

Where have u been??

His reply came back shortly, and he completely ignored her question:

What are you up tonight? Want to see u

Fuming, Sydney almost punched her steering wheel. This obnoxious, arrogant little shit! He was texting with one of the most beautiful young actresses in Hollywood, and this was the best he could do? He was treating her like garbage. She should block his number right now and end the conversation for good. She knew that. She knew that. She texted him back:

I can't tonight. Jonathan is flying in and we're getting dinner

His response came through blisteringly fast:

Fuck him. You should ditch and come over.

Sydney shook her head, bewildered at his hubris. Finally, she decided to let him have it:

You ignore me for a week and now you want me to just drop everything and come see u?

U want me to ditch my fiancé??

LOL get real

Who do you think you are??

The three dots cycled for a few moments as he formulated a response. Then, finally:

Whatever do what u want

Text me if you want the address

Sydney chucked her phone under her center console and started the ignition. She had to take several deep breaths to calm herself so she wouldn't be driving angry. The ride home, which took a little under 20 minutes, felt interminable. As she pulled into her front driveway, she snatched the phone up again and texted him back:

OK what's the address?

———

Sydney put her groceries away, then walked upstairs calmly to start getting ready. Her face was a blank mask of resignation, her movements slow and deliberate.

From her closet, she picked a slinky pink minidress with a plunging neckline she'd been saving for a date night with Jonathan. She threw it on the bed and stared at it as she robotically unbuttoned her pants, shimmying them off her flaring hips. She lifted her shirt over her head, letting her massive, heavy tits drop, bounce and settle in place on her chest. They felt fuller than ever and she knew she wouldn't be able to wear a bra that evening; she wondered if they would even fit in the dress. She slid her panties off and selected a lacy pink thong to match. Her pussy was recently waxed, with a neat little blonde landing strip. Checking her look in the mirror as she slid her panties on, she thought her ass looked fuller and more shapely than ever. All those squats were surely paying off, though she hadn't had the nerve to hit the gym again since last week's… incident.

She spent a long time styling her hair and makeup, letting her blonde hair fall down around the sides of her face in cascading waves, applying heavy eyeliner and a sparkling blue eyeshadow, and finally applying a bubble-gum pink lip gloss that matched her dress to the shade. Then, finally, she walked out and retrieved the dress and started shimmying into it, squeezing it up over her voluptuous form. It was a bit more difficult than she expected, as the fabric caught on her wide hips and bunched up around her noticeably expanded bust. Fearing she might tear the garment, she slid it down inch by inch, until it was hugging her voluptuous frame perfectly.

She stuffed her mammoth breasts into the skintight garment and admired herself in the mirror. The dress pushed her two tits high up on her chest, presenting a deep cleavage, forming a jutting shelf of white, creamy flesh. The hemline of the dress was higher than she remembered, ending just below her round, sculpted ass. Her tits hung out brazenly, flesh practically oozing up over the neckline. She looked gorgeous, practically glowing — but in a cheap, slutty way. Nothing about her look was elegant… she had dressed up as a tawdry, bimbofied version of herself, a statement she underlined by stepping into towering six-inch pink stiletto pumps. This was how she wanted to present herself to Colter, she realized: whorish, easy, available. Like a piece of sugar-sweet candy, waiting to be unwrapped.

———

She drove in silence across town to the address Colter had provided, and found herself before the wrought-iron gate of a mansion in Beverly Hills. Somewhat surprised by the opulence of the grounds, she double-checked the address, but this was it. It was right. She supposed someone like Colter would have his ways of attaining a property like this… He had bragged already about having hundreds of girlfriends, including the movie star Margot Robbie. Who knew how much power and wealth he had at his disposal? Sydney shuddered as the gate opened automatically for her and she turned her red Bronco up the driveway.

The home itself was a sprawling, modern-looking palace, all raw cement slabs and huge glass windows. It was nestled amidst a grove of looming cypress trees that kept it hidden from streetview, and a hill rose behind it, giving it the feeling of a fortress or a bunker. The grounds were expansive, well kept but empty. Behind her, the long driveway arced down a broad front slope toward that imposing gate, which creaked in the early evening air as it closed.

Sydney checked her phone. It was after 5 pm now. She would almost assuredly miss her husband's flight. No way could she make it to LAX by 5:45, even if she left this instant. She had promised to be there to pick him up. Even now he was speeding overhead, the airliner beginning its final descent. And here she was, preparing to step out onto the front doorstep of a… vulgar, cruel, sociopathic underage shota super-breeder. Sydney knew exactly what she was doing. She'd made up her mind.

Fine gravel crunched underfoot as she strode toward the towering front door of the mansion. She saw lights on inside, but didn't see anyone through the glass walls. She expected someone to open the door for her, a housekeeper or a butler perhaps… but no. She knocked and waited, but no one came, so she tried the handle… it was unlocked. She stepped inside and took in her surroundings.

There was a wide main entryway with a vaulted ceiling, and twin staircases leading up to a second-floor landing. The rear wall of the house was all glass, giving a view of an expansive pool area. The pool was brightly lit, casting aqua-blue light in shimmering ribbons over the cypress trees lining the area. Sydney's heels clicked on the marble floor. The emptiness was eerie. The house was clearly furnished, and she saw a long kitchen leading off one of the rooms to her left… but there seemed to be no one here.

Suddenly she heard the unpleasant bark of machine-gun fire from a room to her right, and the cackling laughter of a little boy. Something like an explosion… and the sound of screaming. She noticed the flickering of a television's glow from down a far hallway and stepped toward it like a moth to the flame, seeking Colter.

As she rounded the corner she realized she'd stepped into a massive home theater with two rows of reclining Eames-style chairs. The far wall was a 20-foot screen, lit by an overhead projector, the only light in the room. Shades had been drawn to cover the floor-to-ceiling windows (to cut down on glare, she supposed) and the whole room, while spacious, had a dark, claustrophobic feeling. The floor was littered with empty pizza boxes and takeout bags… a 24-pack of Mountain Dew sat, torn open, spilling out cans that lay untouched. And the whole room was saturated in a kind of rank, musky smell, the kind she recognized immediately from her earlier encounters with Colter. His musk, his aroma… his cock stink.

Colter himself sat with his back to the door, facing the screen, dwarfed by the high back of the chair. He was intensely focused on the video game projected on the wall, a first-person-shooter Sydney didn't recognize set in some bombed-out Middle Eastern city. As she watched, Colter's character ran into a room and sprayed down three other players with machine gun fire. The words "Triple Kill" flashed on the screen along with a deafening guitar riff blasting out of speakers mounted in every corner of the room.

"Ha! Get wrecked, faggot!" Colter shouted with joy, and Sydney flinched at the casual vulgarity. The boy still hadn't acknowledged Sydney's presence, so she cleared her throat loudly, announcing herself. He didn't turn or even seem to notice, so she stepped forward, avoiding pizza boxes and scattered french fries until she stood beside the front row of theater seats. Still, his eyes were glued to the screen, and she felt a kind of sickening lurch as she realized he was intentionally ignoring her… still toying with her.

Still, he was so cute… that cherubic little face, the upturned button nose and blushing cheeks… the lanky auburn-colored hair falling down in waves over his big, gray eyes. His slight frame was dressed in a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. As she watched, he chugged the last of a Mountain Dew and tossed the empty can to the floor, then belched. Looking around, Sydney realized this was the clearest indication she'd seen yet of his age… Despite being a master manipulator and the possessor of the largest cock she had ever seen, he was still just a little boy. He didn't know how to clean up after himself, or seem to have any interest in doing so. He needed a mother… but Sydney winced remembering what he said had become of his mother.

"Colter," she said finally, when it became obvious he wasn't going to acknowledge her. "I'm here. I came."

"Oh, hey," he said simply, not pausing the game. He glanced over at her and there was a coldness in his gaze that chilled her instantly. He seemed to look through her, seeing an unseeing… then his view returned to the far wall, the projector screen. Sydney waited for something else, anything, but there was only the sound of more machine-gun fire. She cleared her throat again and looked around awkwardly. She felt hurt… more than she should have, on the verge of tears already.

"I came all the way over here… for you," she said, seething. "Because you asked."

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" he asked, turning to look at her with a sneer. He gestured toward his crotch, the visible bulge in his sweatpants. "Go on, get busy."

Sydney felt like she'd been slapped. The crudeness of his command, the insulting disrespect… it was hard to believe. He was treating him like she'd intruded, when he had asked her to come here in the first place… No, she had to correct herself. He hadn't asked. He had told her. And she had obeyed.

Her body was moving forward before she realized what she was doing, taking hobbling, unsteady steps toward Colter. His legs kicked absently below him over the edge of the chair, not touching the ground and she was again reminded of his age, of the obscene and illegal acts she was considering. But for someone so young… to be so cruel… so arrogant… She felt now that she needed him, but didn't yet believe that he truly needed her. He had played her like a fiddle, kept her at arm's length, kept her subordinate… A 25-year-old woman, submitting to the whims of a horny little boy. It was perverse, embarrassing… wrong.

As she realized she would not be receiving a compliment on her dress, on her hair, on her makeup, she felt hollow and dejected. A sob heaved in her breast, and she blinked back tears… then slowly, so slowly, she sank down to her knees before Colter. He sat, playing his game, ignoring her completely.

Sydney felt compelled by some unseen force, some dark spirit moving her limbs as her hands came up unsteadily, drawing nearer to the waistband of the boy's sweatpants. No self-respecting woman would act this way, would take Colter's insults in stride only to kneel before him in deference and prepare to service his massive member. But Sydney had no self-respect left. The last week had drained it out of her, and Colter knew it, saw it evidenced by her thread of increasingly unhinged text messages. She was like a drug addict in need of her next fix… she had been given a taste the week before, and the urge to seek that high again was too great for her feeble mind to resist.

She had come to understand something deeply in the week since she last saw Colter. Shotas… whatever they were, they really were superior to ordinary human males. That much was obvious. And with that realization, it was as if a switch had been flipped deep in Sydney' subconscious, as her every thought steered her toward the instinct to breed with this tiny, unsuspecting boy… to please him, to take his seed inside her, to sire his children. She had met her genetic superior, and everything inside her told her to secure him as a mate. Everything else was secondary. She'd done her research, spending late nights scrolling through articles devoted to the shota phenomenon, consuming every piece of information she could gather voraciously… and she knew that boys like Colter produced hyper-potent pheromones that were responsible for every emotion she was now feeling… that it was chemical compulsion, not romance or love, driving her inexorably toward submission. But she didn't care.

"That's it," Colter murmured as her fingers curled over the edge of his waistband and began to pull down. The crotch of his gray sweatpants bulged out obscenely, stretching the fabric taut. Concealed within was something weighty and thick, and she saw it pulse before her eyes. It was growing. The smell was stronger here, up close, and it assaulted her nose – the pungent copper odor of semen, of unwashed cock. She took a deep breath, some of her inherent shame being displaced by the sense of anticipation she felt rising within her. She had dreamed of this moment all week… and even if it wasn't exactly how she pictured it, she was so close now… so close…

She slid the boy's waistband down over his slim hips, the elastic stretching around the trunklike root of the massive sexual organ within. Colter's cock was still mostly flaccid, but was engorged and growing, already thicker around at the base than Sydney's wrist. She stared at it in reverent awe as she revealed inch after inch of smooth, hairless, veiny cockmeat. He wore no underwear, and as the sweatpants came down further, he shifted in his seat allowing her to peel them down over his thighs.

She exposed his heavy pair of testicles, each bigger than her own fist, but as his sweatpants neared his knees, she had still only half-exposed his cock. Her heart thundered in her chest as she took in the pulsating veins running up and down his tumescent length. His balls seemed to twitch in their hairless sack, and she heard the familiar gurgling and churning which she knew characterized the production of a fresh, sperm-infused cumload.

She was breathing heavily, primitive excitement now gripping her as the moment approached. His dick was hardening, rising, and she had to work harder to move the fabric over it as it loomed up toward her eye level. Finally, she found the bell-end of his impossible organ… the elastic catching on the ridge at the back of his cockhead before she unveiled it. A bulbous, helmet shaped glans, a deep bruise-colored violet at the tip, strangled by that tight sheath of foreskin. The smell of unwashed cock blasted her in the face, and though she winced, Sydney could make out a translucent pearl of pre-cum as it bubbled forth from his piss-slit. That feeling of insane, religious fervor washed over her as she took it all in. The smell in the air filled her nostrils – a masculine, virile, sexual odor that made her tingle. The sweat of a young boy mixed with the natural musk of an oversized cock. The fresh stench of it, burning into her brain. Colter was a hung shota, a super-breeder… an alpha male stud in a little boy's body. And she was his bitch, here to perform a service.

Her hands wrapped around it, and she was again stunned that she could only just encircle the girth with both hands, her fingertips barely touching. She felt it jerk, inflating in her grip, each pulse of blood into the erectile tissue causing it to twitch and shrug in a way that made it feel like a living, breathing thing… She stroked his dick slowly, from the base of the shaft to right behind the flared cockhead, swelling with pride as she elicited a hiss of lust from the ten-year-old boy. But he kept playing his game, not deigning to look down at her.

As she stroked, his foreskin retracted slightly, revealing more of his helmet-shaped glans, and the smell was intense, thick, sharp… Sydney's eyes rolled back and she felt light-headed. The scent of boy sweat, of stale piss residue, of leftover cum gunk and smegma… cooked in the heat of the day, trapped within his tight pants, sizzling off his skin, wafting up from that gorgeous dick and coating her palms…

"God, your dick stinks like shit," Sydney mumbled, eyes glassy and unfocused. His cock jutted outward, its head hovering in front of her face. The smell of his musk, concentrated and powerful, lanced into her mind like a hot knife and she moaned wantonly. Something about that smell, the feel of it, the raw sensation… She couldn't get enough. She breathed it in, savoring the bizarre rush it gave her, and before the high had even passed she was yearning for more…

She leaned in and brushed his cockhead against her cheek. The hot, spongy glans smeared a residue of thick pre-cum along the side of her face before she drew it up to her nose and inhaled deeply, moaning. She ran her face down the side of his cock, sniffing shamelessly, lost to the sensation, to the pheromonal power that was Colter's birthright as a shota. She drank in his musk, then dived down into his bulging scrotum, where that overpowering was stench was the strongest. She drove her nose straight into his bloated ballsack, smothering herself with his two mighty sperm tanks. They were totally smooth and she could almost sense the enormous loads that must be inside… the hot feeling against her face, the audible churning and burbling from within, told her that this boy had plenty of spunk inside these swollen, oversized testicles. A week's worth of build-up, waiting for her… She inhaled and moaned into his scrotum as she rubbed and wiped and pressed her face with his balls, flattening her lips against her teeth and bending the tip of her nose upward.

"Is my dick bigger than Jonathan's?" Colter asked coolly, still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Mmmm, fuck, it's not even close," Sydney murmured, returning to a rhythm of steady jerking, the kind of stroking she'd administered to him last week, that had earned her such a sweet cum reward. "His cock is tiny… pathetic… you make him look like a little bitch baby…"

She was delirious, jacking him lovingly, cradling his throbbing 18-inch erection in her hands. It was hot to the touch, pulsing with obscene power, veins rippling against her fingers. In that moment, she could barely even remember who Jonathan was, couldn't picture his face in her mind. She was just an extension of this all-powerful little boy, a whore that lived to jerk his dick. The sperm smell intensified and tore into her nostrils as another gob of pre-cum drooled from his winking piss-slit. She collected it between her fingers and used it to lubricate her masturbation, speeding her strokes. She drew both hands up over his huge, spongy cockhead and slathered them in his juices, which burbled forth in heavy pulses now, streaming down his length in rivulets. He moaned and she smiled, knowing she was pleasing him.

With an audible spluuuort, a jet of searing pre-cum erupted against Sydney's neck and the top of her tits, spurting out of the huge young boycock in a finger-thick plume and splattering over her flesh unceremoniously. It was thick and hot against her skin, a single unbroken rope tracing a sickly white zigzag across her cleavage like a heavy pump of body lotion. Undoubtedly more cum in a single burst than she'd ever come out of Jonathan, yet she knew from experience that this was just the prelude to the real thing, an involuntary spurt of his pre-spunk as his balls prepared his true, unspeakably potent load.

Colter's gaze was drawn down below Sydney's jacking hands to her bountiful, jiggling tits and the fat, pearlescent line he'd just drawn across them. Her enormous breasts were absolutely busting out of the scoop-necked pink minidress, the creamy flesh overflowing out of the neckline, each stroke on his scum-slick pole jostling her two globes and threatening to set them free once and for all. He could see her nipples poking through the fabric.

"Your tits look bigger," he grunted, and Sydney looked up at him furtively.

"I think they're… growing," she admitted sheepishly, blushing. "None of my bras fit anymore."

"Show me," he commanded.

Holding eye contact with him now, pleased to have drawn him away from his game, Sydney tossed her wave of golden hair back over her shoulder and tore her hands away from his cock long enough to reach up and slip the straps of her dress off. The weight of her massive tits did the rest, pushing the dress down as they strained to burst free, expanding to their full, unconstrained size, blossoming out of the front of her dress… two perfect, full breasts. Undeniably bigger than they had been the week before, but still firm, shapely, buoyant.

Colter groaned at the sight of them — round and perfect, big and plump, teardrop-shaped, each capped with a puffy pink nipple. Self-consciously, Sydney straightened her back and clasped her hands near her belly, sticking her chest out and squeezing her tits between her arms, forming a fantastically deep cleavage. She smiled as his gaze moved down to take it all in.

As if registering his approval, his cock belched up another gargantuan load of pre-cum directly onto her naked tits, splattering onto them thickly and sinking into the deep valley of cleavage. They both watched his dick practically vibrating, twitching with need, and Colter smirked.

"You know what to do," he said, and returned to his game.

Head bowed in acceptance, Sydney nodded. She gathered her two massive tits in her hands, scooting forward and hefting them in order to embrace his throbbing pole. She looked up at him expectantly, hungrily, but he was gaming again, controller in hand, with a crooked smile on his face, seemingly miles away. The message was clear — service me, slut.

She squeezed her tits around his cock, his member thick and diamond-hard between her two pillowy breasts. His prick felt as big around as an arm as she began sinking down onto it, over and over, fucking the cum-lubricated canyon of her cleavage. She rocked back and forth on her hips with her titties pancaked around the young boy's dick, crushing it, feeling the veins dance across the surface of his hot, pulsing rod. She clutched at her creamy globes, gripping them, sinking her fingers into the pillowy softness, and slid them up and down his slick member, milking the little stud's cock in an obscene display of devotion. It felt so thick within her cleavage, so long she couldn't fully cover it, even with her mysteriously augmented mammaries. As she jostled them up and down, the tip of his cock, and then a few more girthy inches, broke out of the top. Her fat tits slapped against his hips with a repeating plap… plap…. plap…

She paused with her tits at their apex and looked down as she sank slowly onto his cock, watching it emerge from her cleavage inch by inch. First his bulging cock-crown, easily larger than her own fist. Then, as she pushed down, squeezing hard, the fat teardrop shapes of her breasts squashed against his thighs and piled up over her hands, her fingers lost in the fatty tissue of her gargantuan titties. The friction pulled his foreskin back, revealing the full, beet-red tip of his glans, and a ring of chunky, yellow-tinged smegma behind the ridge of his cockhead. The smell of this concentrated cock-scum nearly overpowered her. The smell of all that collected sweat, urine, and days-old residual cum hit Sydney like a brick and her eyes rolled back in her head. Colter's personal hygiene was atrocious but it only amplified the power of his shota pheromones, combining into a heady cocktail that was irresistible to any woman.

When the tip of his dick next emerged from the deep cleft of her cleavage, Sydney saw a welcome glob of pre-cum forming at the tip. She dipped down and pressed her tongue flat against the cockhead, eliciting a small gasp from the boy. She had no shame anymore, only a deep biological urge to feed on his juices. Sydney moaned like a bitch in heat as she tasted the sticky, syrup-thick pre-cum for the first time in a week. Her eyes fluttered, and her tongue kept going. She lapped up from under the bulbous head, no longer waiting or thinking. Her tongue dived into his piss-slit, questing, searching, scooping more pre-coital juices out.

She sank lower, searching with her tongue for that ring of putrid smegma. She hugged her breasts hard and pulled down, retracting his foreskin yet again until she revealed it, that nauseating smell once again washing over her. She went for it like a beacon, dragging her nose over the treasure trove of near-solid cock filth, inhaling deeply, swiping her face against the foul, pulpy discharge. Her blue eyes were wide but glassy, unfocused, as if overcome by the blast of pre-pubescent musk. Her liquid-hot cunt creamed itself, soaking her inner thighs even as her face was caked in boy smegma.

Sydney hunched down over Colter's lap with her lips latched onto the end of his prick, her cheeks concave as she started to suck his cock in earnest, her titties smashed around the jutting length of his cock in a loving embrace, their perfect round shapes distorted as they squashed and smushed against each other. She developed a rhythm, titty-fucking him in short, insistent thrusts as she sucked continuously, mindlessly, slavishly.

"Hrrn, god damn," Colter grimaced, clearly impressed by the persistent suction Sydney applied to the hypersensitive head of his prick. They boy shifted in his seat, blushing as the actress went fucking wild on his cock, titty-fucking and sucking him at the same time in a furious blur. She slathered the ridge of his smegma-speckled cockhead with her tongue, wagging it back and forth even as she held his cock tight with her bulging, heavy tits. Her pink lips spread as she opened her mouth wide to take his dickhead fully into her mouth. It was so large she started gagging pathetically before it was even fully inside, but she kept sinking down onto it, opening her jaw wide to accommodate his fist-sized glans and impossible girth.

Colter put his hand on the back of her head, sinking into her blonde hair, and he pushed her down farther. The flanged lip at the base of his cockhead caught on her teeth before squeezing past, until his cock slid into the back of her throat with a wet GLUCK. Tears stung Sydney's eyes as her gag reflex was violated, her throat opened by force. The boy moaned as she crushed his cock with her tits and did her best to swallow inch after inch of his fat dick.

Sydney gurgled wetly and her eyes rolled back in her head as she drooled all over the cock in her mouth. She felt it flex in her bulging throat and then disgorge a torrent of white-hot pre-cum that shot down into her stomach like a firehose. She gagged, feeling a wave of elation to be drinking his seed again, then coughed up a big blast of spit and pre-cum all over his dick… mucusy sputum drooling out of her nose and the corners of her mouth.

The ten-year-old shota gripped her by the hair and pushed her down hard, firing another prolonged blast of pre-cum into her milking throat. Sydney followed her instincts and let him fuck her face a little faster now, gagging and coughing up spit all over herself as she kept massaging his perfect rod with her engorged titties. She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he kept fucking her throat.

"Gllurkk! Gluuckk!! Hllurrk!! Gllrrrkk!!"

The gagging and gurgling noises got louder, Sydney's throat bulging obscenely as she stuffed herself full of his horsecock, coughing so hard that pre-cum blasted from her nostrils in wild, looping ribbons. She felt him spurt three consecutive jets of pre-cum so deep in her throat, so hard it felt like he was pissing. She looked up through unfocused eyes, feeling her consciousness starting to fade as he cut off her airway, his cock sinking ever further down her throat. Her vision was darkening at the edges and she tried to focus on drawing in breaths, knowing she was in danger of passing out. She didn't care — she just needed to serve this cock as fully as possible. She needed to let him use her throat however he saw fit, to milk out as many loads as he wanted. Just the thought of that made her legs quiver and she came, gushing all over her thighs, moaning in a muffled, pathetic voice as her throat was used as a fucksleeve.

"Glluarrkk!" Sydney croaked as he slammed into her throat again and again. "Hrrrk!!"

The thickness of his brutal, veiny dick dominated her, the outline of his prick helmet visible in her slender neck. Thick gouts of throat slime and mucus foamed up out of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her tits in a viscous river of spit and scum that flowed into her cleavage and lubricated his thrusting, humping cock even more. He choked her ruthlessly with his prick, pounding away at her throat. All the while she felt his pre-cum leaking constantly down her gullet into her stomach.

"Huuuarrghgh!" she gurgled. "Hhhhlllghh! Hnnnnghh!"

"Yeah… that's good," Colter said triumphantly.

"Blllblblll!! Gggkk!" she responded.

"You're gonna be my girlfriend, alright Sydney?" he asked.

"Glluuagghh!! Hurrrh!!" she wailed uselessly.

"You can forget your fucking faggot fiancé, your life, your job, all that other shit," he grunted.

"Ggk! Blppp! Gugggh!!"

"You're gonna be my girlfriend, and you're gonna do what I say."

She looked up at him with her vision closing in, the curtain of unconsciousness slipping down. She felt his cock swell in her throat before he simply… burst. The sound was audible, a sickening sppluuuurrrrrggggttt as the first blast escaped him. Sydney's throat stretched out like a bullfrog's as an ungodly amount of hot, chowdery spunk pumped directly into her. She swallowed valiantly, feeling chunky, near-solid gobs of boy cum splashing into her stomach, but she had no sooner gulped it down than another white-hot pulse of jism filled her. Her lips were only halfway down his cockshaft but his prickhead was buried deep in her esophagus, firing off salvos of liquid hot cum with all the power and ferocity of the machine gun in his video game.

The last thing Sydney felt before she blacked out was her jaw stretching painfully around his swelling member as he force-fed her a liquid diet of jelly-thick cum blasts. There was pressure on the back of her head as he pushed her down, the tensing of his already iron-hard cock in her gullet, and then the gushing torrent of hot sperm so deep in her throat that it felt like it would blast out her backside. Her arms fell limply at her sides as she passed out from oxygen deprivation.

Colter didn't even notice, he was so lost in throes of his intense orgasm, the fulfillment of the promise he had made the first time he ever saw Sydney. He gripped her hair harder and blasted jet after finger-thick jet of clotted white sperm into her passive throat and stomach. He was shooting so hard that he could hear the powerful, wet sounds of his own cock pissing cum into her belly. Excess spunk erupted from her throat, seeping out of her nose and mouth and drooling down over his vast cockshaft, but he just kept nutting into her fuck-sleeve throat and sperm tank belly.

For a full two minutes, Colter's cock ejaculated an endless fountain of spunk down Sydney's unconscious throat and into her stomach. Finally, after using her as his personal cum dumpster while she was completely passed out, he grunted and spurted out one last, nearly-solid cum worm into her overstuffed gut and sat back, basking in the sweet afterglow of his orgasm, the careless moment of complete abandon, of relaxation, of perfect joy.

With one hand, he pulled Sydney up by her hair, dragging her off his prick in fits and jerks. The shaft he disgorged from her mouth was completely coated in a thick, slimy layer of spit and jism. The woman's eyes were empty, rolled back in her head, her lips stretched wide around his girth as he yanked her up. Finally, his knob popped out of her mouth and flopped down against his thigh. There was a sickening gurgling noise as a tide of custard-thick cum jelly boiled up Sydney's unconscious throat and splattered onto her tits in a sickly white lattice pattern. Her arms still hung limply at her sides and Colter realized she wasn't breathing. With a tsk, he reached forward and slapped her hard across the face.

WHAPP!!

Her eyes rolled in her head and she burped up another mouthful of cum curds, but she didn't seem to be waking up. So he slapped her again, harder, leaving a huge red hand print on her cheek.

FWAPP!!

Her eyelids fluttered and her glassy eyes rolled around to look up at him, unseeing. Then she sucked in a stuttering breath, like a drowned woman being revived by a lifeguard, and she retched, her cheeks inflating with sperm before she vomited out a huge, pearly white cascade of cum all over her tits and dress. She hitched and hurled another gout of sperm all over herself before sucking in a deep, panicked breath. Colter released her hair and the starlet collapsed to the ground, shivering and laying on her side, holding her visibly cum-swollen belly gingerly. She was a fucking mess, her lower face plastered in a mask of gooey white slop that spilled down her neck and all over her tits, and beneath that, the fabric of her dress.

Sydney looked up at Colter with hushed awe as he grasped his floppy, slimy cock and started tugging it. It began hardening again, straightening before her eyes. She had read shotas had incredible stamina, and now here was the proof — Colter's refractory period after pumping more than 2 liters of cum into her body had been seconds, at best. Sydney thought back to her first experiences with sex, the way pubescent boys had a seemingly bottomless well of energy to feed their adolescent lusts… and she felt sick as she realized Colter hadn't even been born yet when she'd had her first kiss.

Colter stood, tossing his video game controller aside, and jerked his huge cock over Sydney's prone body, his shaft coated in wads of thick jism. By now, fresh rivulets of white cream were running down the length of cock, and Sydney realized with a sickening flash that he wasn't done with her… he meant to keep using her body, intended to pump her full of more rich, potent shota sperm.

"W-wait," she stammered, shifting backwards on the floor, blinking nervously. "We should… I should go… I have to pick up… Jonathan…"

"You're not going fucking anywhere, Sydney," the boy said, eyes alight with desire. "You're my girlfriend now, and you're gonna be a good girlfriend for me… okay?"

He walked toward her stricken form, jerking wildly, sending droplets of white cum flying everywhere, flecking her face and body. She watched him with wild eyes, still woozy from being choked out and nearly drowned by his monster cock. Panicking, she started to scramble backwards, but he darted forward and was on her in a second. He kicked her roughly, knocking her onto her back, and then he was crouching down, straddling her. His cock, now dribbling a steady stream of chunky white cum, loomed over her, painting the midriff of her pink dress with lines of raw cream. Then he was gripping her tits, his tiny hands sinking deep into the soft tittyflesh, disappearing up to his wrists.

He braced himself over her and drove his fat, throbbing meat deep into the space between her enormous breasts. Kneeling on either side of her ribcage, the boy squeezed her big jugs together around his shaft, squishing the river of goopy, leftover cum decorating her tits. He formed an amazing channel of wet warmth, of tight, jelly-wobbling softness, and plowed into it with abandon.

"I told you… I'd hold you down… and fuck these big fat titties," he growled.

Sydney could only squeal, laying helplessly as her sensitive, well-used breasts were fucked all over again. The noises coming from her cleavage were lewd and wet — squuuelch, slurrkk, sluckkkk — punctuated by resonant slapping sounds each time Colter's slim hips slammed into her voluminous underboobs. With each stroke he pumped his long pipe all the way into the tit-chasm he'd formed, with only his bulbous head emerging from the top — close enough to be in kissing distance of her glossy pink lips.

Dutifully, Sydney leaned forward and put a few wet, spit-soaked oral pops on his leaking knob, smacking her lips on his prickhead each time he pressed forward and withdrew. Strands of bubbly, glistening spit and heavy, chunky cock chowder connected her puffy lips with his dick tip, and her hips bucked as she came from having her tits fucked by a ten-year-old boy. The musk from the ultra-hung boy's horsecock made her brain feel like it was short-circuiting from sensory overload.

Sydney's hands crept around Colter's little hips and grabbed his tiny butt as she locked eyes with him. The warm, tight passage formed by her breasts was lubed up by his own constant leakage of cum, causing his fuck-thrusts to go wild, battering her in the face, leaving behind flecks of garbage-stinking cock gunk and smegma. He drove himself deep and let her suck on his emerging knob for several seconds, and she bobbed her head on it indecently, craning her neck forward and slobbering all over his glans, making out sloppily with his foreskin. She was rubbing her own thighs together as she did, driven crazy by the constant friction and pressure against her hyper-sensitive titties.

Colter slammed his boyish hips down as far as he could, slapping his heavy, sperm-laden balls against her chest, flattening her huge jugs beneath his weight. Then there was a gurgling, spurting sound as his cock, buried completely in her valley, spurted out a nasty, chunky rope of super-thick cream. His balls drew up against the base of his cock as he followed it with another, and another, and another, coating and filing the crevice between her massive fuckbags until it bubbled up from her airtight cleavage and exploded like crude oil from beneath the ground. He rose up on his knees, pushing forward so his cock would emerge again from her cleavage, and it spewed all over Sydney's face and mouth.

He grunted and a thick white worm of chunky hot semen spurted across her beautiful features, bisecting her famous face in a white line. The weight and heat of it were intense, and Sydney's head was knocked back by the force of his ejaculation, as if she'd been struck. He wasn't finished though — wad after wad blew all over her sweet, pretty face, leaving her wearing a thick mask of his cum. She moaned with pleasure and fastened her lips over his cockhead again, sucking until her cheeks were stuffed and inflated with his load once more.

When Colter finally withdrew, his cock slid wetly all the way out of her cleavage and she let her arms fall to her sides. Her enormous breasts, however, held their position, glued together by his loads, before slowly sliding apart to reveal a dense latticework of chunky, thick cum strands connecting each big, fat titty the other. Sydney looked up at him, cum dripping heavily over her eyelashes, swishing and chewing all the semen in her mouth before parting her lips to show just how full she was. The amount of cum was enough to totally cover her tongue and most of her teeth, brimming at the corners of her mouth and slopping down over her cheeks.

Colter watched as she struggled to chew the dense jelly cum worms filling her mouth — they were so solid, so potent, so rich with sperm, that she really had to work to grind them down into pieces small enough to swallow. Sydney felt light-headed, cum-drunk, lost in sensation as she chewed and chewed and slurped up curds of concentrated spunk, completely mind-blown by the experience of literally eating the near-solid ropes of pure jism.

Sydney opened her mouth again and gargled loudly, then leaned back and began to swallow — once, twice, three times. With each heavy gulp, her graceful neck bulged with the absurd amounts of sperm she was taking down into her already-full belly. Colter watched placidly as another hapless, gorgeous actress chugged down his nut, once again affirming his status as a genetically superior hung super-breeder.

His cock had remained rock-hard, still jutting out obscenely from his tiny body and still dribbling a continuous stream of thick, heavy cream. Sydney was lazily dredging handfuls of cum off her face, feeding the jelly-thick trails into her mouth and chewing contentedly.

"Now you'll be my girlfriend, right, Sydney?" he asked, stroking his cum-slick cock once. She peered up at him with a faraway look, as if in a dream, twirling one thick strand of cum between her fingers before slurping it down like a gummy worm.

"Yes, Colter," she said at last. "I'll be your girlfriend."

He grinned and reached forward, taking her by the shoulder and beginning to turn her over onto her stomach. It was a little awkward, but she understood what he wanted and went with it, flipping over and laying flat on her belly, her cum-drenched tits now squashed flat into the carpet. Her ass sloped up from the small of her back, the pink minidress hiked up a little too far, showing off the bottom cleft of her buttocks, and Colter admired it for a moment as she lay there, munching leftover sperm like a cow with its cud.

He moved in, tiny hands reaching out to caress and squeeze each massive asscheek. He lifted the hem of the dress up, letting the twin hemispheres of bouncy, toned flesh spill out. Each cheek was more than he could grope with his two small, boyish hands, but he enjoyed himself by grabbing as much as he could and making them jiggle and clap together. Sydney lay still and let it happen, let her new boyfriend use her body for his amusement.

He pinned her down, groping her thick ass, making her cheeks bounce. He lay on them, face down, using her like a pillow, then turned and bit deeply, gathering as much assflesh as he could in his mouth and sinking his teeth in until she whimpered. Then he spanked her, again and again, watching pink handprints bloom on her tanned behind as she yelped and flinched. In one motion he ripped the lacy pink thong from her body, prying it out of her asscrack and tossing it aside. Then he was spreading her legs, making his intentions clear.

Sydney's fuck-addled brain flashed back to her nightmare, the sensation of being pinned down and fucked, the feeling of something between her legs, a massive, throbbing form rubbing teasingly against her, prodding her most intimate areas. Now it was coming true, except she wasn't bent over a bed — she was sprawled on the floor in some strange mansion, while the sounds of a war video game still echoed all around her, as Colter positioned himself behind her.

She could feel his large, heavy balls sliding on the back of her thigh, and the hot, wet shaft of his clock rubbing over her ass, transferring dollops of cream left over from the savage tittyfucking he had just given her. The boy pushed her feet apart, forcing her long legs out wide into a Y-shape, and she complied readily. She flexed her ass for him and he smiled, spanking the springy muscle with one tiny palm, watching it jiggle. Then he eased himself down over her… she felt his breath on her back, felt him guiding that massive, apple-sized cockhead down, between her legs, toward her wet, sopping cunt. It was so big, so thick, pulsating with a savage desire to pierce her, to claim her… A raging need to bury itself deep inside herg…

She panted raggedly, lost to the sensation as she felt it swipe against her pussy, spreading her outer labia. Looking back over her shoulder she met the gaze of the massive tool's owner… Colter, his features almost obscured by the deep shadows in the darkened room. The sun was going down outside, time losing all meaning as he prepared to plant his flag in her. He grinned as he shifted his hips up, rubbing his hot length against her slit.

"I know you want it," he said, that sweet, boyish voice.

She bit her bottom lip hard and nodded. He snickered and she could feel him press against her. She tensed, her entire body waiting for him, her pussy aching for him, for his seed. At last… at last…

"W-wait," she breathed, some rational part of her brain still functioning. "Y-you've got to… use a condom…"

"Don't be stupid, Sydney," he said, chuckling. "We're past that now."

"N-nuhhhh… You c-can't fuck me… rawwww…"

"Oh, yes I can," he grinned.

He held her down on the floor, his tiny hands gripping her wrists, her massive titties crushed beneath her. He was nudging that massive cock against her entrance, and she felt hot, gooey cum pulse over her labia before he started to spread her lips wide with his cockhead. She screamed at the horrendous intrusion, and he held her down, keeping her face pressed hard into the carpeted floor as she cried and wailed like an infant.

He knelt between her legs, his prick helmet lodged in her cunt, the rest of his massive shaft poised at a downward angle, like a jackhammer about to obliterate a square of pavement. With an animalistic grunt, he pushed downward with all his might, and her cunt lips hugged his fat dick as the tip disappeared inside, followed by several inches of veiny cockmeat.

There was a wet, thick sound as Colter's monster shaft burrowed into Sydney's pussy, stretching her wide as it had her jaw, forming an airtight seal as he plowed downwards. She whined, a pathetic, high sound, spasming as she was impaled. She felt her insides shape and mold around the intruding cock, so hot, so thick, so exquisitely hard. Inch after inch sank into her until she felt it pressing up against her cervix, stretching up toward her guts. God, the stretching. Her cunt wrapped around his pipe like a fleshy condom, nearly bursting with his size.

Colter leaned forward and gathered up Sydney's carefully styled wavy blonde hair, pulling it tight and holding it like the reins of a horse, controlling her head as her cum-drenched face made wild, mind-fucked expressions. He began to dip and raise his young hips, pumping his girthy cock ever deeper inside her. Withdrawing… then driving it in again. Holding her by the hair only gave him more leverage to drill down further and further, carving out her wet, clenching snatch until he could finally go balls deep, his heavy sack slamming into her clit and the inside of her thighs with a loud plap as he hilted himself at last, forcing more than a foot and a half of dense, diamond-hard cockmeat into her body.

Sydney's eyes rolled back and she moaned incomprehensibly, drooling freely. Colter was fucking her fully now, the feeling beyond words, beyond anything. Each time he withdrew, it felt like her insides were being pulled out, her pussy lips clamped to his shaft and slurping degradingly as he reared back… and each time he hilted himself again, she could feel and hear her internal organs shifting to accommodate his dick, accompanied by a lewd farting, squelching noise as he reamed her out. Behind it all was a building sensation like nothing she had ever felt before…

She finally truly understood his purpose, the super-breeder, the ultimate alpha, and saw how her own nature was tied to him, informed by him. She was the receptacle for his seed. Her entire life had been leading her toward this moment, this fate. Each time his pelvis slammed down against her ass, it sent her flesh jiggling in great, rippling waves and emphasized her subordinate position. She had been dominated, claimed, and violated beyond her wildest fantasies. There was no love to it… only dominance, power, and the taboo thrill of a 10-year-old boy using her body for his own pleasure, to get his nut off.

She moaned, long and low, like an animal. No longer able to think. An orgasm exploded in her white-hot core, as if Colter's big, fat dick had found her identity and detonated it like TNT.

"Ffuhhhh muhhhh!!" Sydney babbled, eyes unfocused, tongue lolling out as though she was having a seizure. "Ummmuuu…. Duhhhh!!"

He shoved her face down hard into the floor, adjusting his position so he was simply lying on top of her and fucking her with long, hard thrusts of his narrow hips, digging deep, making her ass clap with each bounce.

"Nuuuuannnnghhh!" she groaned, thrashing under him, but he held her in place and kept fucking her, her screams reaching a higher and higher pitch as he railed her out. In Sydney's mind, all conscious thought was replaced by a base instinctual drive to rut, to breed. She couldn't remember her life as an actress, couldn't picture her fiancé's face… all she cared about were the unlimited depravities that lay in store for her in her true calling as a pedophile fuckbitch for a little boy… the girlfriend of a hung shota. She didn't care about her career, or the law that made their coupling illegal — all she could think about was being ravished by his young cock while she lay there obediently and took it. She couldn't count the orgasms she had while he was fucking her into the floor. It was impossible.

Colter's little hands slid under her armpits and grasped her shoulders from below, giving him better leverage to hammer-fuck her mercilessly, jerking her back and forth like a sex toy, like a human fleshlight, only good for jacking off his massive, prong-like donkey dick. It slammed into her again and again like a fencepost, bruising her insides, her staccato grunts and gasps underscored by the humiliating wet farting noise of his cock hammering home into her tight cunt again and again. He used her as his personal fuck-sleeve, pushing her down and exploding forward, enjoying the wet, velvet-textured insides of her molten snatch, the way the sucking membrane of her insides seemed to slurp and grasp at his shaft on the way out, hugging him, not letting him go.

"Guh-awwhhh!" she cried, cumming powerfully, twitching and shivering in his grip. In her mind she remembered their first meeting, the way he had humped against her leg as he sucked and groped her tits… His actions had seemed so impotent, so childish then. Now, she could feel that cockhead battering the entrance to her womb, pushing it up against her guts as his tight hips tensed and drove into her. It was a boy doing this to her… a child.

His hips bounced, cock plunging in and out of her gushing, soupy cunt with reckless abandon as he yanked her backwards over and over again. Her jiggling backside supported the horny young kid as he moaned into her back, practically surfing on her body. Her dress split and ripped at the seams, unable to take the aggressive treatment as her body was contorted and ravaged.

Sydney's orgasms were constant from that point on, equalled only by the amount of mind-fucking she was experiencing as her self-worth was completely snuffed out by such rough use. She literally began to see herself as a meat sack for Colter's brutal young dick, no longer cared how he treated her. She could hear the nasty splurging, sloshing noises coming from inside her pussy and knew it was being permanently destroyed. If she and Jonathan ever had sex again, his cock wouldn't even be able to touch the sides.

She groaned, cumming in rapid-fire bursts, laying motionless, tongue out, eyes empty, cheek pressed to the floor, a shuddering doll for her underage boyfriend to fuck. Her cunt lips clung wetly to his penetrating shaft as it pistoned in and out, in and out, stretching away from her body with each stroke and plunging deep with each thrust. Her hips bucked, flopping on the floor like a fish as orgasms wracked her toned, perfect body. She was squashed into the floor and pounded mercilessly until all thought left her and she went limp, simply laying there, taking it. Her eyes rolled back and she made a choking noise, foaming at the mouth as his cock churned up her insides, tearing into her guts. It felt like his cock was driving up into her ribcage, like it could tear her apart like wet tissue paper. She burped and found her mouth full of regurgitated cum from deep in her bloated stomach. Mindlessly, she let it ooze and drool from between her glossy pink lips, staining the floor.

"Gettin' close," Colter grunted, his thrusts accelerating as he lost all control, giving himself over to animal urges, his hips bucking wildly, seemingly of their own accord.

"Nuhhhh," Sydney moaned weakly, reflexively. "D-don't… cum inside meeee… Pleeeeeez… You c-can't…"

"Shut up," the boy sneered. He held her close, rearing back and hilting himself one final time and gasping in release.

"Nawwwwhh," the disgraced actress wailed, still holding on to some dying vestige of her old identity. "Not inside… meeeee…"

Colter buried himself as deep as he could and the tip of his dick exploded for the third time that evening, dousing her cunt with an outpouring of thick, clumpy, curdled cum. Sydney gurgled like a mind-broken sack of garbage, feeling it and somehow even hearing it from deep within her, a sickening spluuuooorrrt as white-hot gouts of coagulated, sperm-dense, jelly-thick boy semen filled her in an instant. His balls hitched, flexing and twitching as they discharged their hyper-potent load into her fertile womb. Sydney couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't tell where one searing jet of cum ended and other began… it was endless, as if Colter was simply pissing an infinite, white-hot beam of jism into her deepest recesses, filling her like spray-foam insulation. She just felt an all-consuming completeness as her body performed the task she knew it was designed for and milked his cock for all it was worth, pleading for more spunk to paint her insides.

He fired rope after rope of cement-thick jism until it started to squirt out around the sides of his cock, but he still kept cumming, unloading his nuts fully into her. The boy pulled her hair back, staring into Sydney's beautiful blue eyes as he hilted himself, cumming, spurting, shooting deep into her. Eye contact never wavered, but he saw the look on her face of absolute orgasmic rapture, complete neediness, delirious ecstasy… like a crack whore who just had her fix. He spewed cum into her spasming, sucking cunt, flooding her with an unending load of chunky white nut sauce. Sydney could feel his cock swelling and pulsing within her, bulging with each thick, nasty wad it pumped out. The sounds of his mighty ejaculation coming from within her body were shameful and lewd — spluuuuorrt, spluuuuurg, skooooshhhhhh.

He perched on top of her twitching body for more than five minutes, ejaculating again and again, his body hitching as he dumped more and more sperm-laden shota super-semen into his new girlfriend. His chowder white fluids erupted from within her, spurting out around the airtight seal his cock made inside her ruined pussy and spraying out all over her thighs. Sydney was limp, twitching and grunting as a cascade of hot, porridge-thick spunk splattered over the carpet between her legs, oozing out like molasses from a tapped keg.

When he finally released her and began to dismount, his prick disgorged a torrent of rancid-smelling cum from within her that gushed onto the carpet as he shuffled backwards. Sydney remained splayed out on the floor, her body quaking with aftershock orgasms. Her cunt belched out load after load as she mewled pathetically, her fat ass quivering and jiggling.

Colter looked on and smiled. He flicked his softening dick onto her, a final few heavy dollops of cream splattering over the broad flanks of her naked ass. He looked down at his prize. Sydney had come to him, dolled-up and bimbofied, and now she lay face down on the floor, a river of spunk overflowing from the gaping, cum-stuffed, pearly white disaster zone that had been her cunt… Her dress ruined, her hair a mess… her face unrecognizable, coated in thick cords of his gummy cum jelly… Her purpose fulfilled.She was in a near-comatose state of bliss and exhaustion, unable to move, legs still spread wide in that Y position. Cum pooled around her in thick, steaming puddles.

Colter started tuck his dick back into his sweatpants and flopped back into his seat, picking up his controller and unpausing the game.

———

Sydney awakened slowly to the sounds of machine gun fire and explosions, drifting to her as if from far away, then growing louder as she shook herself out of a groggy slumber.

Her face was stuck to the floor and she had some difficulty lifting it… goopy sperm gunk pasting her cheek to the carpet below. Weakly, she began to rouse herself, her body aching with every slight movement. She was dimly aware that she was only half-dressed, her new pink minidress ripped and torn, gathered around her waist, exposing her naked, cum-glazed tits and her thick, toned ass. She looked side to side, blinking and wiping dried dollops of cream out of her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Colter, sitting and gaming without a care in the world, not even acknowledging her presence. She groaned, the memories of their encounter flooding back over her, and she felt a renewed shame at her actions, her complete capitulation to the monstrous little hung shota that had dominated her life.

"W-what… time is it?" she asked with a hoarse, ragged voice.

"Huh?" Colter said, not looking down at her, focused intently on his video game. "I dunno… you were sleeping for a while. Maybe like… midnight?"

Sydney's stomach did a flip. Midnight?? She scavenged for her phone and found it laying amidst the detritus and pizza boxes on the floor. Her heart dropped as she held it up to see about a dozen missed calls from Jonathan, a wall of missed texts… and the time — 12:24 a.m. Not only had she failed to pick up Jonathan at the airport… she had missed their entire evening, completely ghosted him without any explanation.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, struggling to rise into a crouching position. "How did I sleep that long? Why did you let me…?"

"Shhh," Colter said, gesturing toward the screen. "Trying to game, babe. It's fine, you can go."

"I can…" Sydney was bewildered by his dismissive attitude. He was really just a boy, a child… She realized he'd taken what he wanted from her, and lost interest. Her mind returned to Jonathan, her fiancé, who would surely be home waiting for her, worried sick, thinking she'd disappeared. She looked down at herself… she couldn't go home looking like this!! Her half-naked body was criss-crossed by finger-thick strands of gooey, chunky, jelly-thick sperm. Her stomach was visibly distended from all the cum she'd eaten, her dress in tatters, her breasts looking swollen and massive, easily two cup sizes larger than they'd been the last time Jonathan saw her.

Panicking, she felt something like nausea sweeping over her, a gurgling deep within her. She felt a rising tide, realizing far too late that she could not fight it as nearly-solid chunks of semen started to bubble up her esophagus, filling her mouth. She felt a profound helplessness as her cheeks bulged with regurgitated cum that had been sloshing in her bulging stomach moments before.

"Mmmm!" she moaned pathetically, lips sealed tight as her cheeks ballooned to comic proportions. "Mmmmmgghh!!"

Twin streams of sperm burst from her nostrils and she quaked, making a snorting, gagging, frantic sound… then Sydney opened her mouth and vomited a geyser of pure white, chowdery cum all over herself, drenching her tits all over again. She retched and hacked, gouts of the potent-smelling nut sauce burbling up out of her throat.

She gurgled and groaned, hiccuping before another massive plume of lumpy jism erupted from her mouth, a final, humiliating indignity that splattered down over her body, leaving her a wretched, ruined sight. She collapsed and passed out again.

Colter shrugged and kept gaming.

———

When Sydney awoke again, it was close to 4 in the morning and she was alone in the darkened home theater, the game long since shut off. Colter had disappeared to one of the bedrooms upstairs. The cum-covered actress rose slowly, pulling her dress back up in an attempt to cover her colossal tits, cinching it down in the back, over her thick, jutting ass.

She gathered her phone and her shredded panties and wobbled unsteadily on her six-inch stiletto heels toward the mansion's front door, then out to her red Ford Bronco, still parked in the driveway. She drove home in silence, careful to avoid any main roads, keeping strictly to the speed limit.

Back at her house, she saw lights on downstairs. She parked across the street and stepped out into the dark silence, heels clicking on the asphalt. No one was out, no one was looking. She peeled the ruined, cum-stained dress off and stuffed it into one of the upright garbage bins by her curb, tossing the shredded panties in with it. Then, covering her nakedness and holding her high-heels in one hand with her phone, she scampered toward her front door and went inside.

There was no one in the living room, and the house was quiet. She saw Jonathan's luggage by the sofa and felt a pang of guilt. She went upstairs quietly and breathed a sigh of relief as she could hear him snoring from down the hall. She went into her guest bedroom, padding quietly toward the bathroom and taking a quick shower, clearing her body of cum-trails and sperm residue. She watched the chunky, thick strands circling on the shower floor, most of them too thick to disappear down the drain.

Once clean, she tip-toed back into the master bedroom and slipped quietly into bed. Jonathan snorted once, went back to snoring. Sydney lay awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to formulate the lie she would tell her fiancé in the morning to explain her absence.

Maybe her phone died, maybe she had bad service… she was at an underground bar one of her Euphoria cast members had invited her to, something super exclusive, top-secret… Jonathan loved her, she told herself that, and he could forgive her for anything.

Anything except the truth… she had been fucking and sucking a 10-year-old boy, a child, a hung shota who was now her new boyfriend, who owned her body and soul. A boy she knew didn't love her as Jonathan did, who only saw her as a conquest, as a means to an end.

She burped and tasted cum on her breath, closing her eyes in rapture at the flavor. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep. She'd deal with Jonathan in the morning.

To Be Continued...