Home for Some Fun Together
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 11
You stumble onto a large springy but comfy bed. The policewoman’s massive waist stands above you. She is wearing a much more comfortable looking pajama leggings and a bra with no shirt.
You instinctively run in the opposite direction. Almost as if she is following your energy, she flings herself onto bed in front of you chest-first. Her impact launches you like a trampoline and to bounce into the compression her body forms.
She positions herself, slithering towards you as she lay on her stomach. Her face is right above you, with her elbows folded to your right and left. Her movements cause you to fall into the folds around her breasts. You want to climb out, but in addition to being an uphill climb, her arms implicitly block your way out.
“Hello,” she smiles. “Sorry for having to store you like that.”
You manage to climb out from near bra right as her hands scoops you up and brings you up to her face. She has brown eyes and dark, curly hair down a little below her shoulders. Her face is slender, probably in her mid-thirties and in pretty good shape. Her voice betrays a clear Spanish accent.
“I figured we should wait to I got home to become acquainted,” she continues, noticing your silence. As she talks, she strokes your arms and legs into a figure out intersecting at your chest, while grasping you her index and middle finger of her other hand. “My name is Carla by the way.”
She starts deemphasizing her strokes along our arms, spending more time along your chest. There, she slides up and down your stomach and between your breasts. When she strokes your legs, she also seems to be opening them a little. You’d try to close them back shut, but she props them in a y-shape with her palm.
“Oh, don’t worry. You don’t have to be shy,” she purrs. “I know you probably have had a lot of cruel owners, but I’m nice. I just want us to have fun together. I don’t generally find such cute little women like you and have needed this for a while.”
She clasps your two arms with her thumb and middle finger of the hand she’s holding you with. Before you can process what, she’s doing, the index finger she had been stroking with moves up your waist, latching onto your shirt. She tries to push it up your chest but simply ends up tearing it with her force, covering you in darkness over its face. When that it’s cleared away, her face looks amusedly surprised as she notices the shirt is in two pieces, completely off your chest but still clinging to your arms. She then rips your sleeves clean off, letting the fabric fall to the bed below.
“Whoops. Sorry about that. Let’s try a different tacked for the pants.”
Her two fingers grab onto each of your legs and pulls your pants clean off with your shoes and socks in the process, ripping your button and zipper clear off. You are now left in your underwear and bra.
“Okay, I’ll be a little gentler,” she apologizes.
She rubs her fingers in circles around your breasts sensually. This slowly dislodges your bra, which she has fall between her fingers. She does the same for your panties.
“Ready for the real fun?” she whispers seductively.
You say nothing, in too much shock to respond.
“Has the cat got your tongue?” she winks back. “Don’t worry. I have enough of a tongue for both of us.”
She drops you into her cupped palm and brings you towards her wall-sized mouth. You try to curl up into a ball as you approach, but her tongue comes out and presses your body back open. She licks you following the same figure-eight pattern as her finger, performing an additional little loop around your breasts. She adds a double each time she gets to your vagina as well. This goes on for several second before she places you back done on the bed.
“So, what should we do first?” she asks.
You instinctively run in the opposite direction. Almost as if she is following your energy, she flings herself onto bed in front of you chest-first. Her impact launches you like a trampoline and to bounce into the compression her body forms.
She positions herself, slithering towards you as she lay on her stomach. Her face is right above you, with her elbows folded to your right and left. Her movements cause you to fall into the folds around her breasts. You want to climb out, but in addition to being an uphill climb, her arms implicitly block your way out.
“Hello,” she smiles. “Sorry for having to store you like that.”
You manage to climb out from near bra right as her hands scoops you up and brings you up to her face. She has brown eyes and dark, curly hair down a little below her shoulders. Her face is slender, probably in her mid-thirties and in pretty good shape. Her voice betrays a clear Spanish accent.
“I figured we should wait to I got home to become acquainted,” she continues, noticing your silence. As she talks, she strokes your arms and legs into a figure out intersecting at your chest, while grasping you her index and middle finger of her other hand. “My name is Carla by the way.”
She starts deemphasizing her strokes along our arms, spending more time along your chest. There, she slides up and down your stomach and between your breasts. When she strokes your legs, she also seems to be opening them a little. You’d try to close them back shut, but she props them in a y-shape with her palm.
“Oh, don’t worry. You don’t have to be shy,” she purrs. “I know you probably have had a lot of cruel owners, but I’m nice. I just want us to have fun together. I don’t generally find such cute little women like you and have needed this for a while.”
She clasps your two arms with her thumb and middle finger of the hand she’s holding you with. Before you can process what, she’s doing, the index finger she had been stroking with moves up your waist, latching onto your shirt. She tries to push it up your chest but simply ends up tearing it with her force, covering you in darkness over its face. When that it’s cleared away, her face looks amusedly surprised as she notices the shirt is in two pieces, completely off your chest but still clinging to your arms. She then rips your sleeves clean off, letting the fabric fall to the bed below.
“Whoops. Sorry about that. Let’s try a different tacked for the pants.”
Her two fingers grab onto each of your legs and pulls your pants clean off with your shoes and socks in the process, ripping your button and zipper clear off. You are now left in your underwear and bra.
“Okay, I’ll be a little gentler,” she apologizes.
She rubs her fingers in circles around your breasts sensually. This slowly dislodges your bra, which she has fall between her fingers. She does the same for your panties.
“Ready for the real fun?” she whispers seductively.
You say nothing, in too much shock to respond.
“Has the cat got your tongue?” she winks back. “Don’t worry. I have enough of a tongue for both of us.”
She drops you into her cupped palm and brings you towards her wall-sized mouth. You try to curl up into a ball as you approach, but her tongue comes out and presses your body back open. She licks you following the same figure-eight pattern as her finger, performing an additional little loop around your breasts. She adds a double each time she gets to your vagina as well. This goes on for several second before she places you back done on the bed.
“So, what should we do first?” she asks.
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June 3, 2023
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