It was about eight in the evening, with rain softly pattering against the windows of the apartment. Outside it was fairly chilly, but it was reasonably warm in doors at least, which meant that Vic could get away with wearing a red t-shirt and gym shorts as she sat hunched over her desk. She was beginning to feel her temples throb as she stared blankly at the presentation she had been writing up. There was a presentation due in the next fortnight, and she wasn’t one of those people who would wait until the last minute and then cram it. Oh no, not Vicky. Not that she was being judgemental. After all, she did know a certain someone who did exactly that. She shared an apartment with her, actually.


Taking another sip of tea, the black-haired girl sighed and leaned back on her chair, patting her thighs with her hands as she thought. Not only did she have this presentation to do, but she had volunteer work up in the office to do for her CV, plus she had to deal with an even more difficult problem: an invitation to a classmate’s 21st birthday party. Vic was not one to go out and get hammered. Or, to be honest, to go out at all. She was here to study, not party, after all. Sometimes she wondered if anyone else but her really understood that.

There was a loud hoot of laughter from another room. Melissa, no doubt watching TV, or browsing the internet, or reading a comic. Anything other than study, basically. Not that she was stupid or anthing-Vic knew that Mel was very knowledgeable about history, specifically Medieval history. She could rattle off all the monarchs of England, or about famous battles and events right off the top of her head. Vic would have to ask what her secret was. If Mel knew a way to learn without ever actually having to read or work at all, then Vic wanted in. Then again, what would she even do with all that spare time? Probably find more work to do...

The doorbell rang, and Vic realized she had been staring at the same page now for five minutes. She shook her head, trying to summon up some willpower so that she could power through and really get this section over with. As she typed out some thoughts, she became aware of a rather delicious aroma wafting in from the hallway outside. After the door shut, she called out.

“Is that pizza?” she asked. The door to her room opened, revealing a very happy looking Mel holding a ludicrously large pizza box

“It’s not just pizza, Vic. It’s a LOT of pizza.” Said the grinning redhead, opening the box a little and revealing the cheesy contents within. Vic felt her stomach grumble at the sight, and apparently Mel heard it as well. “Awww, does my hard widdle worker want a slice?”

“There is literally zero chance that you finish that by yourself. It’s way too big for you.” Said Vic. Mel giggled at this, looking away for a second and muttering something. “What was that?”

“Oh, nothing.” Said Mel, before turning around. “Well, if you do want some, I’ll be on the sofa. Go on, live a little, have some pizza with me!” Vic went to reply, before getting a good look at her roommate now that there wasn’t a gigantic pizza getting in the way. . She was wearing a very loose white shirt, hanging off of her right shoulder. There was no visible bra strap, and she didn’t seem to be wearing any shorts of pants, either, judging by the flashes of flesh Vic could see as Mel walked off with her dinner.
When she was gone, Vic rotated on her chair and stared for the 100th time at page 1 of her presentation. She tapped on the keys for a few minutes, sighed, and then folded the laptop screen down. Getting up, she walked into the apartment’s living room. The TV was on and Mel was flicking through the channels at warp speed, trying to find a movie she could watch. Vic moved around the sofa and sat down on the left hand side.

“You win. But only because I’m hungry after smelling that thing.” Said Vic, picking up a slice. “Besides, I’d hate to see this going to waste. How much did this even cost?” she asked, taking a bite. Mel laughed, eventually settling on some 90’s feel-good film and helping herself to a slice.

“Oh, er, about seventeen dollars or something. I dunno. I was hungry.” Shrugged Mel, nearly causing the Asian girl beside her to choke on a piece of salami. “Hey, it’s good though, right? Nothing wrong with being good to yourself.”

“Yeah, if you can afford it. Do you even have a job?”

“Uh, working on it.” Said Mel, biting her lip and suddenly getting very interested in what was going on in the movie.

“You always say that.”

“Well, I am!” The redhead pouted. “You’ll see. OK job talk can go in the trashcan, we’re meant to be relaxing, remember?” She sidled up the couch until her shoulder was pressing up against Vic, and she rubbed her head against the taller girls own shoulder. “This is the comfy-zone now. No stress allowed.”

“You-“

“Shhhh”

Seeing that resistance was futile, Vic felt herself relax into the sofa and her muscles starting to lose a bit of tension. Looking down, however, made her tense up almost immediately. Mel wasn’t wearing a bra, and her shirt was so loose that her boobs were pretty much on full display from Vic’s current seated position. It wasn’t like it was anything Vic hadn’t seen before, but something about getting a peak without Mel knowing made it seem so much more erotic than usual.

“This movie is so corny, isn’t it?” said Mel, who had thankfully not taken her eyes of the screen.

“Yeah, totally.” Replied Vic, who was doing the exact opposite. Craning her head slowly, she tried to get a better angle. The more she looked, the more she was convinced that her roommate was completely naked underneath that shirt. Vic let her mind wander for a moment, imagining herself snaking an arm down inside the collar of her friend’s shirt, fingers brushing over those well-formed breasts, before traveling further south...

Woah, where did that come from? Thought Vic, shaking her head and looking away. Bad thoughts. Bad. She turned to a slice of pizza to distract her, and chewed meditatively on the crust. She knew Mel was single, but Vic didn’t really ask about personal details like orientation and such. Hell she mostly didn’t even think about that kinda stuff. Until recently. Maybe there was just something in the air. Or maybe Mel was just an attractive, friendly young girl wearing just a t-shirt and sitting so close that Vic could feel that wonderful body-heat coming from her-

“Uh, Vic? Your chewing on your finger.”

Vic slowly took her finger out of her mouth. Her roommate was staring at her, bemused.

“Geez, you’ve been so out of it today.” She said, cocking her head. “Oh, wait, I get it…”

“Y-You do?”

“Hah, you can’t fool me!” Mel rubbed her head up and down Vic’s arm, smiling knowingly. “You’re stressed out over studying! You need to go out more, you know? Hey, why don’t you go to Ashley’s birthday party tomorrow? Get hammered for once!”

“Hmm…are you going?”

“Oh, I have stuff to study for, you know?” said the redhead quickly, waving a hand. “But you should go and say hi on my behalf. Just a suggestion.” She stood up and moved towards the exit. “Oh wow that was a lot of pizza. I’m away to do my best to digest that bad boy.”

“I’ve no idea how you manage to pack so much into you.” Laughed Vic from the spot on the couch. Mel said nothing, giggling with a strange look on her face, before turning to leave, giving one last flash of ass.When she was sure that her roommate wasn’t going to come back into the room, Vic’s right hand flew down her skirt and panties. She bit her lip and tried not to make too much noise as she wrestled with her thoughts. Mel hadn’t always been this sexy.

Something had changed, she was sure. Her left hand stated to rub against her bra as she imagined herself just whipping that ugly old t-shirt right off of off that shapely body. Maybe Mel would be cool with a little casual nudity around the house? How do you propose something like that without blowing your cover though? The pace of the rubbing increased. Fuck cover. For all she knew Mel was teasing her anyway, maybe she wanted this, wanted to drive her roommate crazy with every stupid sexy step she took-
A door creaked open. Mel stuck her head back into the living room.

“Oh by the way, we need more kitchen roll-hey, are you ok?”

“YES.” Said Vic, whose hands were above her head like she was surrendering to someone, eyes wide and beads of sweat dribbling down her face. Mel stared at her, doubtfully, as Vic tried to make her post look natural. Eventually the pale redhead retreated out of the room. Sighing and relaxing, the Asian girl wiped her forehead with a hand. She’d just have to be patient, it seemed…

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The camera turns on. It’s in a different position from the last sessions, facing more onto the bed this time. Mel is to the side, crouching down and typing into the laptop and making her final checks. She is wearing a simple bra and panties, both a dark green. Eventually she stands up and flops onto the bed, spinning around until she’s on her belly facing the camera, resting her cheeks on her hands.

“Hey guys!” she says, smiling. “How are we all today?” The chat starts to beep as her viewers exchange their own greetings, and the first five or so minutes consist of pleasant conversation, with Mel airing petty grievances about her day and even finding time for some brief comic book chat. But everyone is here for one reason, and eventually Mel repositions herself so that she is lying on her back facing the camera. Her fingers slip undernearth the green fabric as she talks.

“So, today we’re gonna get through some real freak-ay stuff.” She says, lolling her head on a pillow as her fingers moved about. “I’ll be honest: I’ve been waiting for today since I first started this.” Her spare hand moved underneath her bra, and Mel moans as she continues to work on her arousal. “I hope you guys are ready for it. Because-mmm-I am so ready.” This continues for a few minutes, the ginger girl gently masturbating on camera for her attentive audience. When her fingers emerge from her underwear they are slicked in her juices, and after sitting up she makes sure to lick her digits clean.

When Mel takes off her bra, her nipples are both rock hard and, after close inspection, slightly open. The gaping has gone down since last time she was on camera, but it’s still noticeable. Mel pinches them right at the base, squeezing them and watching as the tiny hole opens and closes at her ministrations.

“They look hungry, don’t they?” she says. “Like tiny little mouths. Well don’t worry, my little pups. Momma’s here for you both.” Mel cradles her boobs in her arms like babies, before dissolving into laughter. “Haha, sorry everyone, that was really dumb. I’ll get back to them later though.”

Her panties are next to go, flung over her shoulder without a second glance. Mel scoots over to the edge of the bed and lifts her legs up so that they’re behind her head, which seems to be her favoured position for her cam-work. Much like hr tits, there are noticeable gapes in both of her holes. Her ass in particular seems like a small round pit, and she fingers it immediately as if sensing a gap to be filled.

“So, this next request is something I’ve been getting since day one, and since you met the stretch goal target for it, like, days ago, I think we should just get to the good stuff, yeah?” Mel says, looking as excited about things as her viewers probably were. Her pale face is lit up with the grin of a kid on Christmas morning as her hands descend below, pulling at her labia and giving her cunt a few warm up stretches. In a familiar and practiced way, Mel works towards fisting herself, working her fingers in one at a time before curing her hand up and shoving it inside her waiting pussy. It takes a few minutes less than previous attempts, and it does not go unnoticed.

“Wow, this really is getting easier since I started doing these vids.” Says Mel as she starts to work in her other hand. Her previously pale face is now getting redder as she reflects on this. “I wonder if there’s any long term consequences to any of this?” she asks herself. Her reflection lasts less than a few seconds. “Oh who cares, I’m way to fucking horny to care. Let’s do this, gang!”

Her hands retract, although her fingertips still linger so that she may pull herself open. Inside of her, the cervix is clearly visible. This has been done before. What she does next is new. Concentrating, she starts to squirm and push, sweat forming on her brow. Her cervix descends downwards. As it moves closer and closer to her entrance, one hand disappears inside of herself, blocking the view of what’s going on.

“Hold on, I’ve got this.” She says, panting. “Just need to hook this in…there!”

Mel’s hand moves down now, quickly. As it exits her pussy, something comes with it: a pink and fleshy thing, like a sock. Mel laughs as she lets go, collapsing back onto the bed and spreading her legs to give the camera a good look.

“Ta-daaaaa!” she says, her arms moving up until the air and waving around even as she continued to pant and stare at the ceiling. “Everyone, meet my womb! Say hi!” There is an onslaught of beeps and dings as the chat collectively lose their shit. A few drops of a sticky-looking liquid excretes from the prolapsed womb as it hangs there, just off the edge of the bed, going down about five or six inches. Mel soon sits up and immediately tends to her exposed reproductive organ, clasping it in her hands with a visible shudder.

“Oooh, you guys have no idea how sensitive this is.” She says. “Heh, obviously. Show of hands for those in the chat to have done this before! No one? Hehe, thought so!” She strokes her pink walls as she talks, gently and with great care, treating it like a delicate little kitten. She stares off-camera as questions start to come in. “Hey Dolan Turmp, I’m fine thanks! Do I do this often? Well I wouldn’t say often, but I do it every couple weeks or so. When I think no one’s gonna barge in, haha. Wouldn’t that be awkward!” Mel laughs as she continues to tickle her prolapse. “Cloud182 asks: “is this how u can fist ur womb, can u fst it ples”. Finding it hard to type with one hand, champ? Haha, just joshing you. I can do that for you, sweetie!”

Positioning her womb so that it’s lying against her crotch and facing up towards her face, Mel’s right hand moves down over her cervix, and she rubs her finger along the entrance. Any pretence of going nice and gentle with what is usually an impossible task is quickly shattered, as the horny college girls shoves not one but two fingers inside her most feminine organ.

“Oh, this is going to be so hard to do…” says Mel, dramatically bringing her left hand to her head like a fainting aristocrat. “Oh my, how can I ever even-naah this is easy.” She stretches and flexes the fingers of her right hand to emphasise how unnaturally stretchy her cervix is-it parts easily as her fore and index finger made a v-shape, opening and closing like a fish’s mouth. Soon she starts to slide her other fingers inside, stabilising the pink tube with her left hand so she can start really forcing her digits inside. After fiddling her thumb inside, Mel gives one final push, and her hand disappears entirely.

“Done! Another goal of the list then: fisting my womb. Hope you’re happy, Cloud!” says the redhead, still pumping her wrist up and down. Despite her casual ways, it’s obvious that Mel is extremely turned on by her actions. The usual playfulness is making way, second by second, to a baser attitude, something only hinted at in her previous shows. She lolls her had back, rolling it around as she continues to stretch out her womb. Suddenly Mel gasps and pulls her hand out. She half-quells a yelp as she cums, trembling at the force of it all before collapsing back onto her bed.

“Phew…haha…that owned.” She says, through tired breaths. “Man, I dunno what it is today but I am so in the mood today.” Mel rises, sitting up and taking stock of her prolapsed hole. The cervix stays open by about 4 inches or so. She goes to touch it then retracts her hand.

“Actually, let’s give my tired little pussy some time to recover, OK? Let’s change course.” Her hands move up, brushing over her nipples as she looks down at then lovingly. Her fingers start to circle the stiff flesh there, ordinarily so taut and small, but now open to her advances in a very literal sense. Mel prods them with her index fingers, alternating between right and left, each one pushing in harder and deeper than the last.

“Which one’s gonna give first? Right or left? Place your bets, everyone!” Mel says, as the pace of her finger-thrusting quickens. In the event, there’s only time for a few votes from the chat before her right finger slips in all the way to the second knuckle. Instead of pushing her other finger in to match its counterpart, Mel brings her hand over to her right nipple, tracing around her half-buried digit. She side-eyes the camera and waggles her eyebrows; she’s clearly just had an idea. Sticking her tongue out, Mel starts trying to push her left finger inside as well. The one inside her tit starts to move with great vigour-not just up and down, but also twisting and turning, trying to create space.

“Mmph…I’ve kinda not done this before?” says Mel, as she works at abusing her right nipple. “But I’m sure I can…aha!”
Sure enough, the tip of her finger squeezes inside. Keeping the momentum going, the hyper-stretchy history student bites on her lip as she continued to force her finger down, her two hands linking together and working in tandem as she fingerfucks her own tit. Eventually she bottoms out. All she can do then is pull her fingers apart in separate directions, stretching her nipple out even more.

“It feels so weird in here.” Says Mel. She watches as a bump appears and disappears underneath her skin as she waggles her digits about inside. Making sure the camera gets a good long shot of this, she eventually-and with a certain degree of difficulty-retracts her fingers. The result is one nipple on her left with a tiny little hole, and one with a massive gape, big enough for a coin to fit into.

“Hah, I kinda like this. Assymtertical. Very arty.” Says the redhead, scooting closer to the edge of the bed and leaning forward to give everyone a good look. “But that was just a breather. We’ve still got so much to do! Let’s see…” Her wet fingers move off camera as she scrolls through her list of kinky goals. “Wow, we’ve come a long way, guys. Massive thank you to everyone for watching and especially those of you donating!” Mel kisses the air and winks before returning to her goals. “Ahh….I should have done that one earlier. Oh well, I can do it now I guess-“

Mel pauses as she hears something, and her body tenses up for several seconds. Then she relaxes.

“Oh, it’s just our neighbours.” She says, visible exhaling and letting that tension go. She laughs. “For a second there I thought Vic. My roommate. She’s out with friends all night, unless she flakes out like a total wuss.” She pauses. “Actually that’s pretty possible. Oh well, hope she doesn’t!” As she talks, her fingers snake over the skin of her stomach and move towards their next target. Mel spreads her legs, but rather than moving down back over her exposed womb, the stop just north over the entrance of a different hole.

“Ok, so…” begins Mel, as she tries to make her urethra move visible. “People have been asking if I ever do stuff with my pee-hole. Or if it can stretch at all. So honestly, the answer to the first question is “not really”, cause you know…” she shakes her hips, causing the pink sock beneath her hands to wobble. “Kind of my preferred option down there, you know? But as the second point: really?” she says, looking somewhat annoyed with her chat. “You guys are still acting all sceptical? How many times do I have to tell you all…”

Her fingers hook inwards with sudden force. Mel somehow manages to keep her expression of mild disapproval as she stretches her urethra out by a couple of inches, before slipping a finger inside of it.

“Show some more faith in my, yeah?” says Mel, smiling as she works her finger around. “This hole’s kinda shallow compared to my pussy. Or my ass. Hell I reckon my tits had more room, really….hmm, Anon is asking if I can do the same to my bladder as what I’ve done to my womb. Huh.” She looks down at her inverted womb, shaking ir around some more, before looking up at the camera. “Do we want to see that, folks? Do you want to see me prolapse my bladder?” The chat starts to bleep its support for this motion. “Well…tough! Cause it’s not in the stretch goal list! Hahaha!”

Mel whips her finger out, her uretha staying a little gaped but nowhere near the extent of her other holes. Without thinking, the horny student sniffs her fingers and makes a face.

“Eww, not my best move that. Hang on, I’m gonna go wash my hands. I don’t want to get my laptop all gross.” She stands up and trots off out of the room, her womb still dangling in between her legs as she exits. When she’s done, Mel jumps back onto the bed and winces.

“Ooo, I just landed on myself!” she says, a little theatrically, adjusting the pink flesh between herself and rubbing it, sucking air between her teeth. “Ooh, now I know how guys feel.” She starts to curl up on the bed, moving her face closer to her apparently injured part. Her head turns to the camera, and Mel brings her hand up to her face.“Hmm….maybe I’ll try to kiss it better?” she stage whispers, licking her lips before turning back towards herself.

Her form contracts, twists and coils into a wreathing mass of flesh atop the white bed-sheets. When the girl finally settles into a shape, she is on her back upside down, her head nuzzling the dangling pink flesh that still sprouts from her cunt. The redhead rubs her cheek against it, cooing softly. Her tongue darts out and licks the shiny walls. If the normally chatty girl has anything clever to say, she keeps it to herself for now; it appears for the first time as if she has forgotten about the camera as she fellates her prolapse, kissing and licking it, making her way up towards the gaping cervix.

There is a cacophonous symphony of noises coming from the chat at this point, and the volume only seems to increase the minute Mel takes her womb inside her mouth. If she hears anything, she gives no sign of acknowledgement, continuing to pleasure herself. Mel takes more and more of herself inside, pushing her ass towards herself. As she does so, her hands suddenly appear as if from nowhere and begin to work her asshole, fingers once more delving deep inside herself. At times she lets her womb fall out of her mouth as she concentrates fully on fisting herself, or perhaps just to give herself a break.

Given her natural stretchiness, it’s not long before her forearm is buried inside herself. Resuming her autocunilingus turned full on fellatio, Mel wastes no time in forcing her other hand in there as well, sliding her other hand up and down and trying her best to accommodate both of her fists. The rim of her butt is now bright red and obscenely stretched around her forearms, which are about halfway inside. At the same time, Mel starts to work her tongue inside her cervix. It proves difficult since her arms are occupied, but she gives it a try all the same, straining her neck upwards towards her crotch and trying to give the inside of her womb a good tongue-bathing.

When she’s sure that both of her hands are firm inside her rectum, Mel starts on the finale of the show. Her arms start to retreat from their hidey hole, and she makes no attempt to be gentle about it. She practically drags her arms out, and suppresses her moans and screams by stuffing her throat with her prolapse again. This time her nose actually presses against her labia she goes so deep. When her arms do finally come out, they take something with them, something long and red still wrapped tightly around them until eventually her arms free themselves with a loud, wet pop. Her ruined asshole has now also been prolapsed, the red tube hanging out and dangling on top of Mel’s hair. She shudders violently as she comes again, and it appears as though she actually bites down on herself in the processes.

Then the lights come on.

“Mel?” says a voice. “Are you…HOLY SHIT WHAT?!” There is a muffled scream from Mel as she springs out of her coiled shape, sending various bodily fluids everywhere. Something collides with the camera; it spins off somewhere, landing on it’s side. The last thing we see before the feed dies is an open door, looking like a trapdoor due to the camera’s position, and a single shocked face.

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It's back! Inching towards the more extreme content now. Things from now on are gonna go from just "x-rated camshow" to "what are you doing this seems very unhealthy"