Chapter 3

It was about eight in the evening, with rain softly pattering against the windows of the apartment. Outside it was fairly tepid, 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. It was due in two weeks, 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 in 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 a series of 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.

“Is that pizza?” she called out after the door shut.

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 or 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 at page 1 of her presentation for the 100th time. 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. Okay, 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 girl’s 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 off 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 travelling 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 herself, 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? You’re 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 into 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 that shapely body. Maybe Mel’d 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 okay?”

“''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 pose 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 turned on. It was in a different position from the last sessions, facing more onto the bed this time. Mel was off to the side, crouching down and typing into the laptop and making her final checks. She was wearing a simple bra and pair of panties, both a dark green. Eventually she stood up and flopped onto the bed, spinning around until she was on her belly facing the camera, resting her cheeks on her hands.

“Hey guys!” she said, smiling. “How are we all today?”

The chat started to beep as her viewers exchanged their own greetings, and the first five or so minutes consisted of pleasant conversation, with Mel airing petty grievances about her day and even finding time for some brief comic book chat. But everyone was here for one reason, and eventually Mel repositioned herself so that she was lying on her back facing the camera. Her fingers slipped undernearth the green fabric as she talked.

“So, today we’re gonna get through some real freak-ay stuff,” she said, 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 undernearth her bra, and Mel moaned as she continued to work on her arousal.

“I hope you guys are ready for it. Because –'' mmmhh'' – I am ''so'' ready.”

This continued for a few minutes, the ginger girl gently masturbating on camera for her attentive audience. When her fingers emerged from her underwear, they were slicked in her juices, and after sitting up she made sure to lick her digits clean.

When Mel took off her bra, her nipples were both rock hard and, after close inspection, slightly open. The gaping had gone down since the last time she was on camera, but it was still noticeable. Mel pinched them right at the base, squeezing them and watching as the tiny holes opened and closed at her ministrations.

“They look hungry, don’t they?” she said. “Like tiny little mouths. Well don’t worry, my little pups. Momma’s here for you both.”

Mel cradled 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 were next to go, flung over her shoulder without a second glance. Mel scooted over to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs up so that they were behind her head, which seemed to be her favoured position for her cam-work. Much like her tits, there were noticeable gapes in both of her holes. Her ass in particular seemed like a small round pit, and she fingered 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 said, looking as excited about things as her viewers probably were. Her pale face was lit up with the grin of a kid on Christmas morning as her hands descended below, pulling at her labia and giving her cunt a few warm-up stretches. In a familiar and practiced way, Mel worked towards fisting herself, working her fingers in one at a time before curling her hand up and shoving it inside her waiting pussy. It took a few minutes less than previous attempts, which did not go unnoticed.

“Wow, this really is getting easier since I started doing these vids,” said Mel as she started to work in her other hand. Her previously pale face was now getting redder as she reflected on this.

“I wonder if there’s any long term consequences to any of this?” she asked herself. Her reflection lasts less than a few seconds.

“Oh, who cares, I’m way too fucking horny to care. Let’s do this, gang!”

Her hands retracted, although her fingertips still lingered so that she could pull herself open. Inside of her, the cervix was clearly visible. This she had done before; what she did next, however, was new. Concentrating, she started to squirm and push, sweat forming on her brow. Her cervix descended downwards. As it moved closer and closer to her entrance, one hand disappears inside of herself, blocking the view of what was going on.

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

Mel’s hand moved down now, quickly. As it exited her pussy, something came with it: a pink and fleshy thing, like a sock. Mel laughed as she let go, collapsing back onto the bed and spreading her legs to give the camera a good look.

“Ta-daaaaa!” she said, her arms moving up into the air and waving around even as she continued to pant and stare at the ceiling.

“Everyone, meet my womb! Say hi!”

There was an onslaught of beeps and dings as the chat collectively lost their shit. A few drops of a sticky-looking liquid excreted from the prolapsed womb as it hung there, just off the edge of the bed, going down about five or six inches. Mel soon sat up and immediately tended 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 said. “Heh, obviously. Show of hands for those in the chat who have done this before! No one? Hehe, thought so!”

She stroked her pink walls as she talked, gently and with great care, treating it like a delicate little kitten. She stared off-camera as questions started coming 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 laughed as she continued 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 was lying against her crotch and facing up towards her face, Mel’s right hand moved down over her cervix, and she rubbed her finger along the entrance. Any pretense of going nice and gentle with what was usually an impossible task was quickly shattered as the horny college girls shoved not one, but two fingers inside her most feminine organ.

“Oh, this is going to be ''so hard'' to do…” said 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 stretched and flexed the fingers of her right hand to emphasise how unnaturally stretchy her cervix was: it parted easily as her index and middle fingers made a v-shape, opening and closing like a fish’s mouth. Soon she started to slide her other fingers inside, stabilising the pink tube with her left hand so she could start really forcing her digits inside. After fiddling her thumb inside, Mel gave one final push, and her hand disappeared entirely.

“Done! Another goal off the list then: fisting my womb. Hope you’re happy, Cloud!” said the redhead, still pumping her wrist up and down. Despite her casual ways, it was obvious that Mel was extremely turned on by her actions. The usual playfulness was making way, second by second, to a baser attitude, something only hinted at in her previous shows. She lolled her head back, rolling it around as she continued to stretch out her womb. Suddenly Mel gasped and pulled her hand out. She half-quelled a yelp as she came, trembling at the force of it all before collapsing back onto her bed.

“Phew… haha… that ''owned'',” she said, through tired breaths. “Man, I dunno what it is today but I am ''so'' in the mood.”

Mel rose, sitting up and taking stock of her prolapsed hole. The cervix stayed open about 4 inches or so. She went to touch it then retracted her hand.

“Actually, let’s give my tired little pussy some time to recover, okay? Let’s change course.”

Her hands moved up, brushing over her nipples as she looked down at them lovingly. Her fingers started to circle the stiff flesh there, ordinarily so taut and small, but now open to her advances in a very literal sense. Mel prodded 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 said, as the pace of her finger-thrusting quickened. There was only time for a few votes from the chat before her right finger slipped in all the way to the second knuckle. Instead of pushing her other finger in to match its counterpart, Mel brought her hand over to her right nipple, tracing around her half-buried digit. She side-eyed the camera and waggled her eyebrows; she had clearly just had an idea. Sticking her tongue out, Mel started trying to push her left finger inside as well. The one inside her tit started 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?” said Mel as she worked at abusing her right nipple. “But I’m sure I can… ''aha''!”

Sure enough, the tip of her finger squeezed inside. Keeping the momentum going, the hyper-stretchy history student bit on her lip as she continued to force her finger down, her two hands linking together and working in tandem as she fingerfucked her own tit. Eventually she bottomed out. All she could do then is pull her fingers apart in opposite directions, stretching her nipple out even more.

“It feels so weird in here,” said Mel. She watched as a bump appeared and disappeared underneath her skin as she waggled her digits about inside. Making sure the camera got a good long shot of this, she eventually – and with a certain degree of difficulty – retracted her fingers. The result was 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. Assymmetrical. Very arty,” said 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 moved off-camera as she scrolled 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 kissed the air and winked before returning to her goals.

“Ahh… I should have done that one earlier. Oh well, I can do it now, I guess–”

Mel paused as she heard something, and her body tensed up for several seconds. Then she relaxed.

“Oh, it’s just our neighbours,” she said, visible exhaling and letting that tension go. She laughed.

“For a second there, I thought that was Vic, my roommate. She’s out with friends all night, unless she flakes out like a total wuss.”

She paused.

“Actually, that’s pretty possible. Oh well, hope she doesn’t!”

As she talked, her fingers snaked over the skin of her stomach and moved towards their next target. Mel spread her legs, but rather than moving back down to her exposed womb, the stopped just north, over the entrance of a different hole.

“Okay, so…” began Mel, as she tried to make her urethra more 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…” she shook her hips, causing the pink sock beneath her hands to wobble. “kind of my preferred option down there, you know? But as to the second point: ''really''?” she said, 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 hooked inwards with sudden force. Mel somehow managed to keep her expression of mild disapproval as she stretched her urethra out by a couple of inches, before slipping a finger inside of it.

“Show some more faith in me, yeah?” said Mel, smiling as she worked 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 looked down at her inverted womb, shaking it 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 started to bleep its support for this motion.

“Well… tough! Cause it’s not in the stretch goal list! Hahaha!”

Mel whipped her finger out, her uretha staying a little gaped but nowhere near the extent of her other holes. Without thinking, the horny student sniffed her fingers and made 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 stood up and trotted off out of the room, her womb still dangling in between her legs as she exited. When she was done, Mel jumped back onto the bed and winced.

“Ooo, I just landed on myself!” she said, 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 started to curl up on the bed, moving her face closer to her apparently injured part. Her head turned to the camera, and Mel brought her hand up to her face.

“Hmm… maybe I’ll try to kiss it better?” she stage-whispered, licking her lips before turning back towards herself.

Her form contracted, twisting and coiling into a wreathing mass of flesh atop the white bedsheets. When the girl finally settled into a shape, she was upside down on her back, her head nuzzling the dangling pink flesh that still sprouted from her cunt. The redhead rubbed her cheek against it, cooing softly. Her tongue darted out and licked the shiny walls. If the normally chatty girl has anything clever to say, she kept it to herself for now; it appeared for the first time as if she has forgotten about the camera as she fellated her prolapse, kissing and licking it, making her way up towards the gaping cervix.

A cacophonous symphony of noises came from the chat at this point, and the volume only seemed to increase the minute Mel took her womb inside her mouth. If she heard anything, she gave no sign of acknowledgement, continuing to pleasure herself. Mel took more and more of herself inside, pushing her ass down towards her head. As she did so, her hands suddenly appeared as if from nowhere and began to work her asshole, her fingers once more delving deep inside herself. At times she let her womb fall out of her mouth as she concentrated fully on fisting herself, or perhaps just to give herself a break.

Given her natural stretchiness, it wasn’t long before her forearm was buried inside herself. Resuming her autocunilingus turned full-on fellatio, Mel wasted no time in forcing her other hand in there as well as she slid her first hand up and down, trying her best to accommodate both of her fists. The rim of her butt was now bright red and obscenely stretched around her forearms, which were about halfway inside. At the same time, Mel started to work her tongue inside her cervix. It proved difficult since her arms were occupied, but she gave 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 was sure that both of her hands were firmly embedded inside her rectum, Mel started on the finale of the show. Her arms started to retreat from their hidey-hole, and she made no attempt to be gentle about it. She practically dragged her arms out, and suppresed her moans and screams by stuffing her throat with her prolapse again. This time she went so deep that her nose actually pressed against her labia. When her arms did finally come out, they took something with them: something long and red still wrapped tightly around them until eventually her arms freed themselves with a loud, wet pop. Her ruined asshole had now also been prolapsed, the red tube hanging out and dangling on top of Mel’s hair. She shuddered violently as she came again, and it appeared as though she actually bit down on herself in the processes.

Then the lights came on.

“Mel?” said a voice. “Are you…''HOLY SHIT, WHAT''?!”

There was a muffled scream from Mel as she sprang out of her coiled shape, sending various bodily fluids everywhere. Something collided with the camera; it spun off somewhere, landing on it’s side. The last thing viewers saw before the feed died was an open door, looking like a trapdoor due to the camera’s position, and a single shocked face.