Hi, I'm Poguemahone

So this is actually an idea from my pal JestInPieces that he's kindly allowed me to use, cause I loved the sound of it. There's no actual guro to start with, but I've got some typical Poguemahone shit planned from maybe about chapter 3-4 onwards, promise. I'm not physically capable of writing a story without using the word "brain" at some point. Got to build up to it though!

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There’s a flicker of light as the webcam is turned on. It’s a small room with pink walls, lit by a hanging overhead light. A bookcase filled with a mixture of textbooks and airport novels is on the right. Miscellaneous items are visible on the shelves-a hairbrush, loose coins and some sort of comic book action figure, posing heroically for the camera. Across from it lies a small bed, covered in white sheets, hastily tidied. The door out is directly across from wherever the webcam has been set up.


A teenage head pops into view. She had fiery red hair that seems wild and artless in a way that you only get with lots of care. Two emerald green eyes stare into the camera. Then the girl smiles.

“Aaaand we’re on!” she says, giggling. “Hey guys, Melissa here! It’s happening! Wooo!” Her eyes can be seen darting to her right, as if reading something just off camera, before she starts to speak again. “Wow, there’s a lot of you guys on chat, huh? Ok, I’m gonna do a quick recap in case anyone comes in who doesn’t know the deal, and to give people time to log in before we start. That cool, everyone? Yeah? Ok!” She claps her hands and rubs them together before starting her introductory remarks.

“Ok, so for those of you who don’t know, my names Melissa, I’m a sophomore student here at the University of Illinois, I’m studying history-total history nerd. Total comic nerd. Like, for real, don’t get me started. Uh, anyway…” Melissa shakes her head and laughs briefly, in such a way that her fiery hair briefly goes over her eyes before she brushes it out of the way. “I kinda have a bunch of student debts to pay off, same as most of us, right? So I thought I’d so the usual camgirl shit, get some dolla-dollas that way. But I thought I’d do it with a slight, shall we say, twist.”

As she speaks, Melissa turns her left arm around and, suddenly, it seems to twist itself into a painful, unnatural position, as though it were suddenly dislocated. She stands up and turns around, before letting her now mangled-looking arm dangle in front of the camera. It is revealed that Melissa is a healthy looking girl with a generous bust-D cups at least-wearing a black shirt that ended just beneath her belly button, and stylishly tattered pair of cut-off jeans that left most of her bare legs exposed. Her face throughout all of this remains calm. In fact, as she holds her arm that way and reads the chat log, her freckled face suddenly breaks out into a huge grin.

“Oh, come on, you guys, don’t act so horrified.” Says the redhead, rolling her eyes. “Unless you didn’t read my bio, I guess? In which case… learn to read, haha!” Her arm fixes itself in a mere second, and Melissa winks at the camera.

“So…yeah!” she says cheerfully, cocking her head sideways. “I kinda have this condition called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.” The medical term rolls off her tongue with a practiced ease, without emotion. “Before everyone freaks out, I totally lucked out and got a mutated version. None of the really bad downsides, but I have kept some of the interesting parts, like hyper mobile limbs and…”
Melissa casually pulls on her cheek, causing it to stretch out far longer than a normal human’s. Her tongue waggles out of her mouth as she laughs a wet laugh. The college girl tries to talk through this, only for her words to come out in an unintelligible mush. So she lets it go, and it snaps back into place almost like elastic.

“… Hyper-elastic skin. Pretty cool, huh?” she says, crouching down so that her face was closer to the webcam. Melissa stretches the skin of her forearm about four inches, holding it there casually as another demonstration as se continues to talk. “I can do all sorts of neat stuff, with so many different parts of my body. Yup… “ At this point the redhead gives the camera a sultry look, eyes half lidded as she licks her lips. “And that’s where you guys come in. I’ve got a list of pledge goals on my bio page. If you meet them, I’ll treat you all to what I can really get up to when I’m feeling up for it.” She lets go of the skin of her arm, and it snaps back into place. So if you wanna see my go wild, all you need to do is-oh, look!”

A pinging noise interrupts the red head mid flow. She laughs and cheers.

“$10 straight off the bat from YOLO. Thanks, YOLO!” she says. “That’s for a look at me licking my elbows. Which is easy! Seriously, I do this at parties all the time.” And true to her word, Melissa pulls the trick off with the greatest of east. She pulls her elbow so far back it’s practically next to her face, before she starts to lick at the joint like it was an ice cream cone, closing her eyes sensually and going quiet.

It’s not long during this performance that another ping is heard. By the time Melissa checks on her off-camera laptop, another ping sounds through the room. Then another.

“Woah, woah, calm down guys!” laughs Melissa, eyes wide. “I wasn’t expecting THIS much interest! Shit, let me reread those stretch goals…”

A couple more pings can be heard as her green eyes move left and right, scanning the unseen text. Her face, while still generally happy, does freeze a little as she reads. Her lips move, as if speaking to herself, but her words are inaudible.

“Oookaaaay…heh, some of those are a little crazy, but unless you guys have crazy money on you I think we can forget about those.” She says to the camera. Again, she freezes. “Oh, don’t take that as a challenge. Some of those are just jokes, really, haha…hah…” she trails off in thought, as another ping is heard. Her eyes snap to the right, then back to the camera.

“Okay! Let’s get some of these out of the way! First off…oh, another easy one.” Melissa curls her left hand into a tight fist. She has small, delicate looking hands, which was just as well considering what she is about to do. The teenager opens her mouth up-wide at first, then really wide, before moving her fist towards her gaping maw. Red lips slip over her fingers before they disappear from view. There is a moment of brief resistance as her knuckles push against her teeth. Melissa’s eyes flick towards the cameras and widen, her brow waggling like she’s an old vaudevillian performing a comedy routine.

Then, after a sharp push, in goes her entire fist, down past the knuckles and to the wrist. Melissa holds this pose for a good half a minute, filling the time by waving to the camera and even trying to push it down further, although going by the silly faces she pulls, her efforts are clearly more in a joking sort of way than a serious attempt. Her nose flares wide as she takes heavy breaths, her mouth being somewhat occupied. Drool can be seen dribbling down her forearm, Eventually, her fist is slowly pulled out again, covered in saliva. Melissa moves her jaw about as if checking to see it’s OK, before breaking out into another one of her infectious grins.

“Ta-daaa! I bet you all liked that one, huh?” she asks the chat. She stops to answer some questions. “Anon asks ‘Has that come in useful in the past?’ Well, one time at my friends birthday party she had this crazy cake-like, custom made-and I tried to eat my slice in one go for a joke-“ Melissa pauses and furrows her brow, stroking a chin with her finger. “Oooooh, I don’t think that’s what you meant, is it Anon? Well, the answer is…maybe!” she laughs, before reading another question.

“Okaaay…Dolan Turmp asks “OMG can u dislocate your jaw”. You know, the truth is I’ve never tried to. My mouth can open that far without having to do anything super-freaky like that. Maybe we can find out together! Oh yeah, forgot to say actually-“ Melissa’s face goes back into that neutral look she seems to put on when talking about her syndrome-“One of the side effects of my condition is brittle bones. I’ve broken, like, way too many in my life. Especially when I started, uh , experimenting. So, just something to bear in mind I guess!” She grins and shrugs in a C’est la vie kind of way, before choosing another reward.

“Ooh, something that any old girl can do-take my shirt off!” she says. The redhead giggles again, this time perhaps somewhat nervously, pulling on the collar and teasing it slowly upwards. The black shirt is soon in a heap on the floor. Her bra is, again, black, and the chat apparently comments on this. “Hey, black is cool. Don’t diss my fashion taste, OK?” complains Melissa, pouting. “I think I suit it-don’t you all?” she cups her bra in her hands, or at least as much of it as she can, before squeezing her cleavage together. There is a veritable volley of pings at this point. At first the girl laughs, letting her hands go so that her breasts bounce back to their natural position. Then she looks right again and does some quick mental math.

“Holy shit-triple digits already? You guys are amazing! Thank you, thank you so much!” She claps her hands, clearly excited. “Ok, jonnyboy1 is asking “Do you have a boyfriend?” She looks right into the camera and smiles deviously. “Oh, wouldn’t you all like to know. Haha, come on johnnyboy1, a girl has to have some secrets! Now, next on the list-oh, shit, I hear something-“

There is indeed a muted sort of thud, followed by a voice. Melissa’s eyes go wide, and she holds up a hand to the camera. Then she quickly reaches down and picks up her discarded black shirt, and throws it over the camera. Now nothing can be seen, but Melissa clearly greets someone by the name of Vicky. Two voices can be heard speaking for a while, Melissa’s cheery tone fading as if she was moving away from the camera. The newcomer sounds equally cheerful, and while the exact words are hard to decipher, it’s clear that they are both being very friendly to each other.

It’s about ten minutes later that the camera’s vision is finally restored, revealing the familiar redhead once more, crouching down in front of the camera. The way she’s crouching gives the viewer a very agreeable shot of her cleavage; it’s not clear if she means this or not.

“Sorry guys, sorry sorry sorry!” she says, smiling bashfully. “That was my roommate. Wasn’t expecting her back so soon. She doesn’t know about, well, you guys. Haha.” Melissa laughs nervously, then claps her hands together,. “So, sit-rep” she says, her voice lowering in volume, “she’s kinda floating around the apartment right now doing god knows what, so I miiiight try to keep things a little quiet for a bit. I’ll do a couple more goals before calling it a night. That OK with you guys?” she stops and reads the chat for a moment, waiting for the replies to come in. She smiles and nods her head. “Great. Thanks guys! OK, let me just get this one out of the way.”

Her hands start to undo the buttons on her cut-off jeans. Once she’s done, the girl turns around. Melissa’s small, pert butt starts to shake as she slowly pull her shorts down, revealing a pair of cotton panties that are, of course, jet black. Once the jeans have traveled down her legs and reached her bare feet, she kicks them off, sending them hurtling over to the far side of the room. She turns around again.

“Hmm…gimme a moment here guys. Time to relocate.”

Melissa bends down again. The camera shakes as it’s moved from whatever low vantage point it was previously in to another angle-a cabinet beside the bed. The redhead kneels down on it, now clad only in her underwear, and motions with a finger for the viewer’s attention. Her right arm suddenly contracts and folds in such a way that it’s completely hidden behind her back-in a certain light, it’s almost as if she had no arm at all. She does the same for her other arm, turning her into a sort of Venus de Milo in the flesh. She smiles and moves her body around, which makes it more clear that her arms are merely folded behind her.

Then, she tucks her legs behind herself so that they’re stretching out in an arc, her torso held up by her own hips. She flexes herself in such a way that her legs are completely hidden from the camera’s gaze. Her body shakes, her core working overtime with the effort of keeping her upright-her abdominal muscles are clearly visible beneath the taut skin of her belly. She smiles at the camera, looking for all the world like a quadruple amputee.

“Ah, this feels so weird.” Says the college girl, torso squirming. “I feel so vulnerable…” Occasionally a glimpse of elbow or thigh can be seen, but the effect is rather convincing if the viewer goes with it. And judging from the fresh wave of pinging sounds, it appears as though her viewers are in fact going along with it. She laughs at this, wiggling with glee.

After a minute or so, Melissa changes her pose. Her arms come back out again, stretching out wide. Then her head starts to move backwards. Slowly but surely it starts to also disappear from view. They are helped down along the way by her feet, which emerge above her rapidly descending hairline and plant themselves firmly on top. The effect, when she has cranked her neck as low as it can go, is of an upper torso missing its head. Although her face can’t be seen, Melissa’s delight in her trick is still evident.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna-eep!”

Melissa gives in and collapses onto the bed, head limbs springing into view again like coiled springs.

“Oh man, that one’s a bit of a workout!” she says, and indeed there are little beads of sweat on her bare skin. Melissa gets back onto her hands and knees before crawling to the edge of the bed, reading the chat for a bit.

“Ok guys, thank you all so much for tonight, but I think I’m gonna call it. Just one last little show for all of you watching. Don’t worry, I am definitely going to be back after tonight, I’ll let you all know when!”

Melissa positions herself so that she’s kneeling down with her back to the camera, legs spread far apart. She leans forward so that her head and hands are making contact with the soft covers of her bed, leaving her ass as the sole focus of the camera. She makes sure to slowly wiggle it back and forth before continuing. Slowly, Melissa tarts to bend her upper torso between her legs. Her arms snake between her legs and reach up towards her ass, her slight fingers digging into the supple flesh there as she drags the rest of herself between her thighs. She doesn’t stop until her face is pressing up against her black panties. The redhead seems content to simply rub her face against the cloth, taking loud sniffs. The view is of course obscured by her own ginger head, but from the way she drags her head up and down, it is apparent that the girl is even licking the rapidly dampening garments.

“Mmm… this is definitely one of my favourite things to do. But something’s in the way…”

Melissa gently takes a bite of her panties and starts to move her head back down the way, peeling her underwear off as she goes. It’s not a completely smooth action, and occasionally she has to use her hands to help the process along. But she makes slow and steady progress. Her asshole is revealed to the camera, and it seems to clench instinctively. A casual look at it shows that it already has a small natural gape to it.

When her panties go down past her pussy, Melissa stops and returns her head to her crotch, a little lower this time to give the camera a better view. Using her hands, she spreads herself, and again it seems apparent that she’s definitely stretchy down there as well, the labia offering no resistance whatsoever. She’s clearly aroused, fluids dripping from the inviting passage. Taking her hands away and moving her head towards it, he flexible teenager gives her womanhood an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose into the soft wet folds, breathing deeply of her own scent.

“Oh my god, I want to drown myself in my own snatch…” she says, clearly intoxicated by her own lust, although she was self-aware enough to at least laugh at the silliness of her last statement. She hangs her head backwards so that it’s facing the camera upside down, her ginger hair flowing downwards. “Ok guys, I wasn’t going to do this yet, but I really really want to show you all something special, so-“

There is a knock on the door.

“Mel, are you talking to someone in there?” says a voice. Melissa practically explodes out of her curled form back into a normal position.

“I-I’m on the phone!” she yells, desperately. “Don’t come in! I’m indecent!”

“Ah….the phone. Sure, Mel.” Replied her roommate through the door. “Well when you’re done, ahem, using the phone, I’ve made some cookies if you want any. Get ‘em while they’re hot.”

“Ok. Uh. Thanks!” says Melissa, as cheerfully as she can manage. When she’s sure that her cookie-making roommate has retreated, she lets out a long sigh. Then she laughs, lying there panting on her bed.

“Phew! Close one, eh?” she says, turning her head towards the camera. She smiles deviously. “Such a shame for you guys. I guess if you wanna see some real stretchy action…you gotta tune in next time.” She sits up and slides her panties back up around her crotch, before moving towards her laptop. Her eyes go wild.

“Holy shiiiiit that’s a lot of money. Man, I’ve got a lot of rewards to fulfill now…” she strokes her chin thoughtfully. “Let’s see, we’ve got dildo play, eating myself out, nipple play…lots of fun stuff to work through. Hmm…How about I make a fresh start tomorrow night? “ she says, smiling at the camera. “Yeah, sounds good to me. See you guys tomorrow!”

Melissa reaches a hand towards the camera. It switches off.