His Desired Girl: Part 1
After Jacob asks her out, Emily's body begins to change.
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After finding out how Jacob feels about her, Emily's body begins to change, and Jacob can't help but notice that her transformation is conforming to his deepest fantasies.
"Ugh, lab reports suck," Emily said before slumping over onto the table.
Jacob chuckled. "Can't argue with that."
The two lab partners were sitting together in the school library, attempting to work on their AP biology homework, though at this point Emily wasn't above some idle distraction.
"Did you read that manga comics I showed you?" Emily asked.
"Yeah; it was really cute for a while, but I kinda fell off of it when the love interest started getting all moody and aggressive." Jacob shrugged. "Never really understood the appeal of those kinds of characters."
Emily huffed in indignation. "You just don't get it. There's nothing more romantic than a good Kabedon dominance."
Emily glanced up at Jacob, who had gone back to writing in his lab book. He had a smile on his face, which Emily couldn't help but mirror. This was nice; having a friend. From the very beginning of high school, Emily had just sort of sequestered herself into the background, not really interacting with anyone if she could help it. The throes of puberty certainly didn't help much, gracing her with terrible acne and not much else to compensate for it; just a couple of modest C cups and; well; her urges.
When she learned that Jacob Housley was assigned as her lab partner in biology, she intended to keep up her usual routine with group assignments: do all of it, none of it, or trade it off every other assignment. It had served her well for so long, but Jacob wasn't having it. He insisted they work together, unilaterally deciding that every Friday they'd meet in the library and work on that week's lab assignment.
It took a while, but bit by bit Emily opened up to her pushy lab partner, and found him to be a fun person to be around. She recently discovered that they shared an interest in manga and anime, and with that came the back and forth of recommendations as well as the subsequent discussions of shared enjoyment or scandalized disagreement. It was a bit sad to admit, but it had been the first time that she'd had any real fun with any of her classmates since she started high school, and she truly cherished it.
"Hey, Emily?" Jacob asked.
She lifted herself off the table and sat up, furrowing her brow at Jacob's nervous expression. "Yeah?"
"Would you; maybe; want to go out?"
Emily froze. Jacob; wanted to date her? Was that a thing that could happen? Her breathing quickened and she felt a tingle between her legs. Mentally groaning, she urged her stupid body to calm down and tried to formulate a response.
Before she could, though, someone behind her laughed.
"I think you confused her," said the sickeningly familiar voice. "Even pizza face knows that you'd have to be completely desperate to want to ask her out."
Even though Emily really should've been immune to it by now, the insult stuck inside of her like a parasite. Sometimes she wanted to ask Hannah Burton if she was trying to be a Mean Girl stereotype, but she would always just freeze up at every opportunity; like right now, for instance. By the time Emily turned around, Hannah had already walked away; her stupid, perfect ass swinging from side to side as she left the library.
"Fuck her," Jacob said, looking down at his feet. "Dammit. I should've said something, but I just;"
"It's okay."
"Anyway, um. Do you;""
"No. I'm sorry."
"Oh."
Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"It's not because of what she said, right?" he asked.
"No."
"'Cause I think you're awesome." A bit of red crept into his cheeks. "And pretty."
"Thanks."
Emily gathered her stuff and stood.
"Hey," Jacob said, a tinge of panic in his voice, "we're still friends, right?"
Emily turned to him, trying her best to fake a smile. "Yeah. See you on Monday?"
"Sure; " Jacob relaxed a little, but worry was still plain on his face. "Sure. See ya Monday."
Jacob zoned out as he watched Emily leave the library. He fucked up. He should've said something to Hannah; seriously, pizza face? but he'd been distracted by the stupidest fucking thing possible. The moment he had asked Emily out, he'd gotten inexplicably horny. He knew he was excited at the prospect of going out with her, but was he really that immature? Even after that horrible mood shift, he was still hard. God.
He didn't believe for a second that Hannah's insult had nothing to do with Emily's answer. It might have still been "no", of course, but she probably wouldn't have been so torn up about it without the bitch's input.
Over the course of getting to know Emily, Jacob had realized that she had a pretty big complex about her looks. He didn't really understand it; the only real point against her was the acne. Take that away and she'd be the prettiest girl in the school; beautiful, olive-toned skin; dark brown eyes he could stare into for hours; and full, luscious, unbearably kissable lips. Sure, she didn't have his ideal body type, but that only existed in the realm of fiction. If he judged girls based on that he'd be single forever.
He took in a deep breath and sighed. There was still a bit of that smell from earlier lingering in the air. He had noticed it right before Hannah showed up, so it must've been her perfume or something. It; actually smelled really, really good. Like milk and honey, but way better. Not that he'd ever tell her that.
Jacob packed away his stuff and left the library. Although he worried that it would drive them further apart, he decided he'd ask Emily out again if the opportunity presented itself and there weren't any idiots around to put her down. Hopefully it wouldn't be as much of a train wreck as his first attempt.
Emily drove home on autopilot, barely paying attention to what she was doing in her depressed haze.
Hannah was wrong. Jacob wasn't desperate, he was just a good person. He'd somehow found something to like in an ugly, anti-social girl who had initially wanted nothing to do with him. He might have even been telling the truth when he said she was pretty, though she honestly couldn't understand how he could've come to that conclusion.
She knew he could do better than her. Jacob was fun and handsome, and while he wasn't exactly popular, he wasn't unpopular either. Once he got over her rejection, she was sure he could find a nice girlfriend who wasn't as ugly or boring as her.
Besides, if they got together, he'd eventually learn about her; habits, and she wasn't really sure if she could handle that. He'd probably think she was a freak, and he'd probably be right to think it.
She finally broke away from her self-loathing as she pulled into her driveway and saw her parents loading up the SUV. They were getting ready to leave for their "second honeymoon", whatever that meant. Probably "nonstop sex in a hotel room", if she had to guess.
Her dad waved at her as she got out of the car. "Hey baby."
"Hey," she replied. "Are you and Mama about to leave?"
Her mom walked out of the garage lifting two heavy suitcases like it was nothing. "Can't wait to get rid of us, huh? We're almost ready. How was school?"
"Fine," Emily lied.
Her mom finished packing the car and wrapped her arm around her dad's waist.
"You sure there won't be any house parties while we're gone?" her dad asked.
"No, Daddy."
Her mom smirked. "You don't have to lie to us, Emily."
Emily rolled her eyes and once again wondered at two people in front of her. Michael and Jessica Tenner: the perfect couple in every conceivable way. They were both doctors who had met in medical school. Michael could easily be described as exceedingly handsome, even if he was a bit on the short side.
Jessica, though, was extraordinary. People were always surprised when they found out she was an anesthesiologist, since their first guess would always be professional bodybuilder. She wasn't too bulky, but she was built enough that she wouldn't be able to hide it even if she wanted to; not that she did. Her muscles didn't detract from her bust either, her pectorals sporting two shapely G cup tits. Add to that her general drop-dead gorgeousness, and you started to wonder if Amazons were really a myth.
Honestly, if it weren't for a few incidental facial similarities, Emily would've thought she was adopted. There was a period in middle school where she seemed to start bulking up, but it didn't last very long, and she just went back to her normal figure in a week. She remembered it really upsetting her dad for some reason.
Jessica approached her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "We'll miss you, baby."
"Yeah yeah," Emily replied, pulling away from her only to be hugged by Michael. "I'll miss you, too."
They both got into the SUV, Jessica waving from the passenger seat.
"Don't wreck the house too bad," she said as they drove away.
Emily waved them off, eager to have the house to herself. Hopefully being able to go all out without having to worry about being heard would cheer her up. She entered the house and made a beeline up the stairs and into her parents' room. She found the key to their expansive walk-in closet in its usual hiding spot, and, like always, marveled at its contents.
There was one thing above all else that made Emily certain that she was was her parents' daughter: her libido. She had been masturbating multiple times a day before she even knew what sex was. Then, one night in middle school, she found out what Michael and Jessica Tenner were "playing" every night in their bedroom. She had stared transfixed through the crack in the door, blown away at how something that big could fit inside of her Mama. That experience had actually led to a bit of confusion when she discovered pornography, since all the guys in it were so tiny. It wasn't until later on that she realized that her mother wasn't the only ridiculously endowed person in the family.
It wasn't long after that event that she had figured out where her parents kept their "toys", which brought her back to the present moment. Behind a huge rack of clothes was a veritable shrine to sex. A huge assortment of items lined the walls and filled the shelves: lingerie, bondage gear, cock rings, anal beads, strap-ons; there was even a disassembled sex swing sitting in the corner of the room. What Emily was interested in, though, was the shelf filled entirely with neatly-arranged dildos.
Figuring she had all weekend to work her way up to the more intense sizes, she decided to start small, picking up a green, eight-inch vibrator. After washing it in the bathroom sink, she stripped naked and went to her bedroom.
She fell onto her bed and began teasing her clit. It never took her very long to get going, and in no time at all her juices were already overflowing and dripping onto the sheets. She brought the end of the vibrator to her slit, and this time she didn't imagine it belonging to some random porn actor, and instead pretended it belonged to Jacob. She imagined him laying over her, getting ready to penetrate her for the first time.
He'd be gentle, slowly inserting his rod to make sure he didn't hurt her. She gradually pushed the vibrator into her pussy, inch by inch, until it was fully inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her hips twitching upwards at irregular intervals.
Jacob would look deep into her eyes and ask her if she was okay.
"Hmm. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jacob."
He'd begin thrusting, still taking care to not be too rough. Emily pumped the vibrator with one hand while fingering her clit with the other.
"Harder, Jacob! Fuck me harder!"
She quickened her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her as she imagined Jacob moaning in her ear. Her pleasure built to a crescendo.
"Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cum!"
She came, her inner walls repeatedly clenching around the vibrator as she imagined Jacob pumping her with his sperm. She writhed in pleasure for nearly a full minute before relaxing, her breathing short and rapid in post-orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking up her juices while pretending it was mixed with Jacob's cum.
She went on like this for hours, cumming around twenty times before she lost count. Her body never seemed to tire when it came to sexual pleasure, though she never really thought much of it. After all, it wasn't uncommon for her to hear her parents going at it all day.
She probably could've kept going all night, but she eventually decided it was time for bed and took a shower. After using the shower head to get in one more quick orgasm, she washed herself off and went to bed.
She hugged her pillow as she tried to sleep, still feeling a bit down. A good masturbation session usually made her feel better, but this time there was a constant twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind. It was too bad that her imaginary partner would forever remain imaginary.
When Emily woke up she felt; different, somehow. Confused, she brought her hands to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes; and immediately froze. Her heart began to race as she desperately tried to feel for something that miraculously seemed to be missing.
Excitement building, she rushed to the master bathroom and gasped at the girl staring back at her through the mirror. Her face was completely unblemished, covered in perfectly clear, silky-smooth skin. She ran her fingers across her cheek in wonder. Looking down, she found the rest of her body in the same condition; absolutely perfect olive skin from head to toe.
That wasn't all, though. She was curvier. A lot curvier. It seemed she had gotten wider in all of the right places; her hips and thighs were noticeably thicker, and her ass had plumped up quite a bit as well. She groped her tits, and they were definitely heavier, fuller; about the size of a pair of grapefruits. Even her nipples; which in the course of her examinations had become rock hard; had grown longer and thicker.
Just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or something, she went back to her room and tried putting on some of her clothes. She was pretty sure her panties felt tighter, but she got clear confirmation of her growth when she tried to pull on one of her pairs of jeans. The denim stretched tightly over her thighs, and she really had to struggle to get the waist of the jeans past her hips and ass. When she finally managed to pull them fully on, she felt like her entire lower body was caught in a vice. She didn't even bother trying to do up the button, dismissing it as a lost cause.
Emily could feel wetness soaking into her panties as she picked out a bra with mounting excitement. She slipped both arms through the straps with practiced ease, letting the cups slip under the curve of her tits. That wonderful, unfamiliar tightness gripped her chest as she reached back and, with some difficulty, hooked on the back straps of the bra. She reached under each cup and adjusted herself as best she could, but there was only so much she could do. Her tits were absolutely squashed into the too-small undergarment, flesh bulging outwards over the top of the cups. After admiring herself for a bit longer, she slipped on a red v-neck that, like the rest of her outfit, felt tighter than before.
By all rights she should've been terribly uncomfortable, but she was thrilled by the tightness hugging her body, as if she were about to burst out of her outfit at any second.
She walked back into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She was; she was hot! Her hips flared out much wider than her waist, her ass was a perfect "apple bottom", with her cheeks jutting outward at a sharp angle from her waist and thighs, and her tits were skirting the border between "big" and "huge."
To top it all off was her perfect, clear face. Though, now that she thought about it, was she always this; good looking? Frowning, she studied herself closer, feeling the contours of her face. She didn't think her facial structure had changed at all. Putting aside all the changes to the rest of her body, was clearing up her acne really all it took to make her feel so; pretty?
Was that what Jacob saw in her? Her heart fluttered at the thought of him. Maybe he'd ask her out again when he saw how hot she had become. Maybe; maybe she felt good enough for him, now?
; Was that shallow of her?
She shook her head. She could worry about that later. Right now she really needed to get off. It had been a long time since she felt this horny. She pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping sex. As much as she loved the feeling of her tight jeans, there was no way she was going to be able to fit a hand down there without taking them off.
She cleared a space on the bathroom counter and climbed up, getting up close and personal with her own reflection. Standing on her knees, she leaned back and ran her fingers over her labia before attacking her clit. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through her, her nub seeming even more sensitive than usual. As she continued playing with it, she was starting to think that even it had gotten a bit bigger.
First two, then three fingers inserted themselves into her eager pussy, pumping in and out of her as her thumb continued to rub at her clit. Deciding that she needed to get a feel for her new tits as well, she roughly pulled up her shirt and bra. Two big, beautiful tits slipped out from under her clothes, bouncing hypnotically as they escaped the confines of her top. With the hand she wasn't using to finger herself, she grabbed at a nipple. As her fingers pinched at the hard pink nub, she let out a surprised and ecstatic squeak. It was so sensitive! She had never felt anything like it before!
She pulled her other hand away from her pussy and moaned as she pinched her other nipple. Reveling in the newfound sensations, she began groping and jiggling her new assets, all the while pulling and twisting roughly at her nipples. After only a few moments, her body rocked in orgasm, pleasure radiating out from her tits and suffusing itself throughout her entire body. She forced open her eyes and stared in awe at the curvy vixen in the mirror writhing in front of her.
Her breathing shifted from helpless gasps to heavy panting as her orgasm ceased. She stared at her tits in amazement. She didn't even know it was possible to cum with her tits! These changes to her body just kept getting better and better!
That thought brought her back to reality. What was going on with all of this, anyway? A late growth spurt? If so, then this had to have been the fastest growth spurt in history. She'd certainly never heard of anyone's tits going from a modest handful to the size of grapefruits in one night. Should she be worried?
Looking back at her reflection, she decided to just roll with it for now. All of the changes were positive, and she felt amazing. She may as well enjoy it.
Emily groggily opened her eyes, confused at her unfamiliar surroundings.
Oh, that's right. She had spent the entire day masturbating, pretty much confining herself to her parents' bedroom so that she could have easy access to their toy collection. She had no idea how many times she came, but she had worked her way up to an impressive twelve-inch dildo before finally collapsing in exhaustion on her mom and dad's bed.
Yawning, she got up and trudged to her room, making a mental note to clean the toys that were still scattered all over the place. The first thing to catch her eye was the blinking blue light on her phone. She winced at the multiple missed calls and unanswered texts from her mom and dad.
She tapped on the last missed call, mentally preparing herself as she waited for someone to pick up.
"Emily?" her mom answered.
"Hey, Mama. How's your trip going?"
"It's going fine. Are you okay? You wouldn't answer your phone."
"Yeah, I'm okay. I just got caught up with something and forgot to check it."
"Oh, really?" Jessica teased. "I wonder what it could be that had you so distracted."
As Emily rolled her eyes, she heard a muffled voice in the background.
"Yes, Michael, it's Emily! She said she's fine."
"Sorry for worrying you," Emily said, twirling her bangs guiltily.
"It's okay, baby." Jessica replied, her voice sincere. "Just make sure we can get to you, okay?"
"Alright."
"Anyway, your dad and I were just about to leave for the beach, so we'll talk to you later. We love you."
"Love you, too," Emily said before hanging up.
She had briefly thought about telling them about her changes, but she decided to make it a surprise. She wanted to see the look on their faces when they found out that she had become just as gorgeous as her mom while they were gone.
Speaking of which, she had grown even more over the course of the day yesterday. Both her jeans and her bra were completely impossible to put on now, and it almost felt like she was wearing a thong when she stretched her panties over her hips and ass. She could still wear the shirt; as long as she was comfortable with baring her midriff and showing off a pair of very prominent headlights.
She was an utter bombshell. Each of her tits were as big as her head, with inch-long nipples extending from three inch wide areolas. Even with those, though, she still managed to look extremely bottom-heavy; with ultra-wide hips and thighs, and a huge, meaty bubble ass that jiggled with each step she took.
She hadn't grown much overnight, but that was probably for the best. As much as she would love to get even bigger, she wanted to find some clothes that she wouldn't just grow out of in a day.
She scoured her parents' closet for anything that might fit her, and eventually decided on a pair of her dad's sweatpants and a hoodie that was thick enough to hide the protrusion of her nipples. They were still pretty tight, but the way they fit over her body just made her look fat more than anything else. That was fine for now, though. She just needed something that wouldn't get her kicked out of a clothing store for being too scandalous.
32L.
Even after coming back from her shopping trip, Emily couldn't help but stare at the tag on her new bra. There had been only one of that size at the specialty shop that she had gone to. Between that and the difficulty she had finding good-looking clothes that fit, it looked like Emily would be doing most of her shopping through custom orders from now on.
She thought back over her day and smiled. The woman that fitted her for her bra spent every other sentence complimenting Emily's figure, and when Emily had finally walked out of the clothing store with an outfit that had fit her correctly, she was constantly turning heads.
She was sexy. The word echoed in her mind and warmed her thoughts. She had never felt so good about herself in her life.
She decided that tomorrow she would apologize to Jacob for turning him down and ask him out. He had somehow wanted her even before all of this, so she was sure he would say yes.
Ready to celebrate, she took out the final toy she would use for the weekend. She hefted the giant black dildo in her hands and playfully licked up all fifteen inches of the shaft. She had only used it once before, and it had been one of the most intense experiences of her life. She was sure that her new body would only add to that.
She pressed the dildo firmly onto the living room's hardwood floor, securing it to the ground with the suction cup that was attached to the base. She gazed longingly at it, imagining it was Jacob's as he laid on the floor, waiting for her to ride him. She had to remind herself that it was extremely unlikely that Jacob was anywhere near this big, but a small part of her couldn't help but argue that it was at least possible. She knew that cocks that big existed, since she had seen one enter her mom all those years ago.
She stood over it and squatted down, her knees spread wide as she felt the tip nudge against her dripping pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto it, gasping as a shaft as thick as her forearm went inside of her. She leaned back on her hands as she neared the base, shuddering when the change in angle made her feel the end of the dildo press against the inside of her belly. She let out a high pitched moan as her big, soft ass fell onto the dildo's silicone balls.
"Oh god. Hmm!"
Trying her best to keep balance, she began bouncing up and down, pounding her pussy onto the dildo as hard as she could. Her enormous ass jiggled all over the place, while her boobs bounced just out of sync with the rest of her body, pulling heavily at her chest as they swung and repeatedly slapped against her torso.
"Nuh! Yes! Yes yes yes yes!"
Her body went rigid in orgasm, and her insides repeatedly contracted around the dildo, trying desperately to milk it for cum that didn't exist. As she shook in ecstasy, she hoped that it wouldn't be too long before she could have Jacob pump her full of his seed, giving her needy pussy what it craved.
She went on like that for a couple more hours, only stopping because she had to wake up early for school tomorrow. After taking a shower, she laid down in her bed, hugging her tits in her arms as she nodded off with a smile.
Jacob was anxious as he waited for Emily to enter the biology classroom, wondering how he should act around her. What if she was still down about Hannah's insult? Should he compliment her looks? Would that be weird? Should he just pretend everything was normal between them? That didn't seem like the right thing to do, but;
As he agonized over Emily, he suddenly smelled that heavenly scent from Friday. His face twisted into a scowl. Why was Hannah here? She didn't even have this class.
He looked up; and his brain promptly shut down at the sight of the person walking toward him.
It was Emily. Somehow. Her beautiful; and apparently now acne-free; face was easily recognizable, but everything else; holy fuck. It was as if she had stepped right out of one of his wet dreams.
She wore a black skirt that looked like it was meant to end somewhere around her shins, but because it had to deal with such ludicrously wide hips paired with a similarly massive ass, it actually ended an inch or two above her knees. Her top was a simple white blouse that was simultaneously modest and mouth-watering. The cut wasn't low enough to reveal any cleavage, but it clung tightly to her chest, revealing every tantalizing curve of her; what, J cups? He had no idea; he just knew that they were big.
He saw Emily smile out of the corner of his eye. "Jacob?"
He grimaced as he realized that he had just spent several seconds openly ogling her while she just stood there next to their lab desk. He was suddenly very aware of the uncomfortable erection straining against his pants, and he desperately hoped that Emily didn't notice it as well.
He looked up at her and tried his best to keep his eyes from straying downward, no matter how impossible that seemed.
"H-hey." His voice cracked! Fuck!
She covered her mouth, her melodic giggles ringing in his ears like bells. As she sat down next to him, he couldn't help but stare as her ass overflowed around the edges of the stool. She frowned, looking uncomfortable, but when she saw where he was looking, she smiled and shifted in her seat, her ass jiggling as she found a better position. He was glad they sat in the back corner, otherwise it wouldn't be just him getting such a good show.
He knew he should've looked away. The way he was staring at her had to be creepy as hell, but; she didn't look mad. She just smiled at him with a slight flush in her cheeks. She wanted him to look at her like this. He bet she wouldn't even mind if he smacked that glorious ass for being such a sexy little tease.
He blanched and quickly turned away, focusing on the front of the classroom. That would be the most idiotic fucking thing he could possibly do. Emily wasn't some piece of meat for him to salivate over. How shitty of a person was he for even thinking that?
His self-deprecating thoughts served to distract him for a little while, but a couple minutes after the bell rang to signal the beginning of second period, he couldn't help but obsess over that scent permeating the air. He looked around. No one else seemed bothered by it, though he did see a few glances dart toward Emily when she wasn't looking. Did no one else smell it? How was that possible? It was everywhere, filling his nostrils and seeping into his skin. What was it, anyway? Did Emily find out what perfume Hannah was using and get it over the weekend? Did perfume even get this strong?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring it. In his state of arousal, the scent of milk made him think of his biggest fetish. He imagined suckling at Emily's teats as breast-milk flooded from her engorged nipples. She pulled him away and kissed him even as he slid his cock into her, her milk spraying in every direction as her basketball sized tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. They were growing, filling with even more milk than before. His hands were wrapped around her ass, tightly gripping her softness as he fucked her. Her tits kept on growing and growing until they reached his ideal size; so big that he'd never admit it to anyone for fear of being seen as nothing but a pervert.
After a long while of daydreaming, he heard Emily shifting at his side. She looked agitated about something, but her features softened when he looked at her. She was absolutely perfect, her body pulled straight out of his dreams. True, he wished that her boobs were even bigger, but they were still big enough to drive him wild.
Emily smirked as he stared at her. She leaned over the black lab desk, dropping her tits onto the table, acting as if she needed the rest. He nearly came in his pants at the sight of her tits squishing against the hard surface. He could even see the outline of her bra through her shirt; her tits plumping up slightly at the top edge of the cups. Damn, even a bra as big as that one couldn't contain her.
They were right there; he could just grab them and fondle them and suck on them, and he would be in heaven. There was nothing stopping him. Emily had her arms crossed around her waist and was looking at him as if begging him to take her.
His hand lifted slightly, but before he could go too far, the bell rung, snapping him slightly out of his trance.
God! They were in the middle of class! What was he thinking? Emily wouldn't want him to grope her. She turned him down the last time he saw her, for Christs sake! The only reason she wasn't slapping him for gawking at her was probably because she had finally gotten over her image issues and was enjoying the attention. That was likely to change if he kept being such a creep.
"Jacob? Is something wrong?" the angel sitting beside him asked.
She looked confused and a little upset. His heart raced. Did she realize what he was just about to do?
"N-no. You go ahead. I'll meet up with you in English." There was no way he could get up now. He was still rock hard, and he wasn't going to be able to hide it without adjusting himself.
"Okay."
Hesitantly, she got up and walked out of the classroom, holding her bag behind her ass as her hips swung hypnotically from side to side. His manhood twitched when he realized that with her arms pulled back he could still see the outer curves of her tits from behind.
He looked around at everyone else getting up to leave and realized that he had completely lost track of time. How long had he just been sitting there daydreaming? It felt like class had just started, but it had apparently been over an hour. He didn't even remember hearing the teacher talking.
He spent a minute trying to calm down, but it was no use. That smell was still lingering in the air, and it just kept reminding him of his fantasies. He adjusted himself when no one was looking and rose from his seat. As he got up, though, he caught a glance at the seat beside him and stared. A small puddle of wetness pooled around the center of the lab stool.
He reached a shaking hand to the seat that Emily had just been sitting in and dipped a finger in the liquid. He slowly brought it up to his nose and sniffed. The pure, concentrated form of the scent that had been plaguing him all period burned into his airways, leaving him dazed and unbelievably horny.
Without thinking, Jacob licked his finger, and his mind exploded.
Milk and honey. Dripping tits and dripping pussies. Big, wide hips and massive asses and pillowy lips and huge, gargantuan tits that outweighed everything else and were full to bursting with sweet, delicious milk.
He needed to find Emily.