Ashley smiled in contentment and rolled onto her back. It squished under her weight and her cock flopped onto her thigh, dripping with the tiny remnants of her climax. She stretched and sighed at the pop of her joints, then sat up. Yesterday had been something out of an online porn novel. The question of how she hadn't died of dehydration resurfaced as she surveyed the damages to her room, and the constant river that flowed out into the rest of the house. She dreaded to think of how many gallons there was.
No sense in worrying about it now, she decided. What happened, no matter how insane and sexy it was, had happened. Ashley hopped to her feet and let out a small giggle at how her carpet squished against her, while a stray drop of cum fell from her cock with a loud splat. Glue was a poor comparison in terms of viscosity.
Ashley took a long breath and nearly coughed at the acute stench of cum. It pervaded the air, drowning it in the strange musk, and still more radiated from her jizz saturated room. Yet that didn't make it necessarily bad in her mind. The smell was pungent and seemed to coil about her sinuses, but she couldn't resist inhaling it. Her cock lurched at the aroma and her balls gurgled.
"Jeez, they're still full," Ashley groaned as she palmed one, careful not to arouse herself any further. Her scrotum was tight and shiny from the strain of containing the two, over encumbered sperm tanks. That was a perfect description, she thought as she made her to the bathroom. They weighed heavily against her thighs. Each one had to weigh more than three pounds, and they felt like they were getting heavier.
The mess hadn't spread throughout the entire building to her fortune. The bathroom, which was two doors down from her room, remained untouched save for the aroma. Ashley was certain that a passer-by could smell her cum. She came to a stop in front of the mirror and studied her crotch, expecting a visible change after yesterday. But there was nothing.
Her cock still hung halfway down her thighs. The ebony shaft had a faint network of veins lining its surface that led to the uncircumcised head, and her sack, while stretched thin by her sack, didn't seem any different either. Patches of dried cum decorated her dark flesh. Other than that, she looked the same as always.
"That's... kind of disappointing," Ashley sighed and ran a hand through her hair, grimacing at how crusty it felt. If her mother saw the state of her curls... Ashley stopped the thought, barely repressing a shudder at the possibilities.
Downstairs was only marginally better off than her room. Streaks of white ran down the steps and into the kitchen, living room and even her father's study. She avoided checking inside, dreading the hours of clean up that awaited her. At least it happened when they were away. Ashley headed to the back of the house and found the backdoor was open, and the backyard covered in her seed. Better than it still being in the house.
Ashley ignored the drying puddles of her semen that littered the floors and set about getting her breakfast, cell phone in hand. She didn't want to risk a large meal, so she only grabbed a couple of eggs and slices of toast.
"I need to speak to Doctor Lenis, please?"
"Who is this, may I ask?"
"Ashley Clarke," she answered.
"Oh! My apologies, I'll patch you through right away."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Doctor. It's Ashley, there's, uh, bit of a problem... with it," Ashley explained, glancing down at her shaft. The fate of her clothes was something she hesitated to discover until necessary.
"I can move some things around and meet you around... eleven o'clock?"
"That'd be great, thank you," Ashley breathed.
"I'll see you soon," Doctor Lenis said and hung up, leaving Ashley to eat her meal and contemplate what might be wrong with her body. Hormones were the easy answer. The oestrogen and testosterone in her system were constantly trying to outdo each other, ramping up her libido and orgasms. Even in her formative years, she could fill several cups in just a few hours. It only grew from there, but she'd never experienced anything like yesterday.
Ashley sat with her eggs and toast. She sniffed the air, crinkling her nose when she could barely detect their scent above her day-old seed. Even the taste of her food seemed muted by the odour. The futa groaned as her stomach growled, its rumbling transitioning into her crotch. She continued to eat, repelling any thought of arousal that tried to slip into her consciousness. The last thing she needed was the food going to her groin again.
"You're kidding?" Ashley groaned and hung her head, staring at the cum-drenched mess that was her clothes. Unsurprisingly, her extreme orgasm had soaked into her dresser, and, by extension, her clothes. Her mothers could work, though they'd be tight around her crotch. She regarded the massive hole in her wall that made her door obsolete. Trouble only began to describe what waited for her when her parents returned.
The dark-skinned futa grimaced at how her mother's jeans clung to her hips. Her cock bulged against the crotch, unmistakable even at a glimpse. She pulled her jacket tight around her waist, hoping to conceal it. Doctor Lenis would be there any minute, yet the house was still coated in, and reeked of, her semen. The windows were all wide-open and she'd used every air freshener she could find.
A knock at her door sent a jolt of unease through her. Ashley tugged her pants to loosen the stranglehold around her cock, then made her way to the door, breathing deeply with every step to keep herself calm. The taut jeans rubbed against her member as she walked, sending discomfort and a familiar warmth through her with each stride.
"Hi, Doctor Lenis," Ashley smiled as she swung open the door, ignoring how prominent her prick was.
"Good morning, Ashley," the doctor returned the expression and stepped inside, carrying a small bag with her, "Now what's the... problem?" Her voice faltered as she saw the problem, "Oh my..."
"Yeah," Ashley couldn't resist a small, but proud smirk at the shock on her doctor's face.
"How many times?" Doctor Lenis quickly recovered, moving into the living room to set her bag down and sit on the couch.
"Just once," Ashley said, joining her.
"Once?!" Lenis gasped, then recomposed herself with a quick series of breaths, "What did you do prior?"
"I, uh..." Ashley laughed breathlessly as her face burned, "I was planning on masturbating... a lot. So, I ate a bunch while I was aroused."
"Ah, I think it was just a matter of overeating," Doctor Lenis assured her.
"I almost drowned in my room," Ashley stated.
"But that's... That'd require more than ten-thousand gallons of ejaculate," Lenis blanched at the reveal, "You would die after a fraction of that."
"And here I am," Ashley shrugged. She glanced at the puddles that crusted the floor leading up the stairs, amazed that it wasn't worse after the sheer amount. The doctor also peeked at the scattered mess, but her gaze quickly turned back to Ashley. They shared a small smile and a shrug, neither of them fully capable of understanding just what made the futa's body behave as it did.
"So, what's the diagnosis, Doc?" Ashley inquired, once again tugging on her pants.
"Well..." Lenis leaned back and brought a hand to her chin, eyes considering the ebony futa carefully, "I'd need to run a lot of tests to be sure, but it's safe to assume that you're completely abnormal." She laughed and brushed aside a lock of hair from her face. Ashley squinted at the doctor, catching it as her eyes drifted along her body, lingering at the teenage futa's chest and hips. Lenis shrugged off her jacket and relaxed into the cushions.
