This story features drug use, white/Latina raceplay, cheating, an impregnation obsession, and the experience of spontaneously falling in drug-induced love on molly. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.
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Electric Daisy Carnival 2022. Solo raving.
It was the first of three nights at the festival, and Mark was in the middle of the crowd at the dubstep stage, waiting for his first molly pill to hit. He'd waited until 10pm or so to pop, because he wanted to make sure the girls were nice and loosened up by the time he really got rolling.
Sure, he loved seeing the DJs live, but the real attraction were the girls. Teens and twenty-somethings in unbelievably skimpy outfits, often just a straight-up bra and panties, bright neon colors, kandi bracelets, and too-tiny lace and fishnets straining to hold back voluptuous breasts and butts. Everywhere you went, the crowd was filled with big tits bouncing and big hips swaying with the manic joy of women experiencing the bliss of coming up on MDMA.
He told people he was going to see some DJs he liked. But fundamentally, Mark came to EDC to chase the exquisite high of meeting a cute girl who was also rolling and sharing an intensely drug-fueled connection that felt a lot like falling in love. He craved the feeling of getting high on molly and pressing his hot skin against the soft, supple skin of someone whose senses were also on fire with ecstasy-fueled bliss, taking handful of flushed, squishy tit flesh and giving it a delicious squeeze, pushing his needy cock into a dripping wet pussy.
There was simply no feeling on the planet like the rush of speedrunning love and sex on ecstasy.
Mark was six foot three, with a toned, muscular body and dirty blonde hair, wearing a dark red tank top and some tan short shorts that showed off his built legs. Women went gaga for him. He never had trouble pulling some hot rolling slut at a rave - in fact, they usually came up to him first. He had a feeling tonight would be no different. The sluts were strutting all around in panties and bras, some even totally topless, their big breasts bouncing back and forth as they skipped merrily from stage to stage in a raver train of their friends. They were even more scantily clad than last year, if that was even possible. Now several hours after sunset, most of them were finally clearly starting to roll balls, their eyes ballooning out to saucers and their demeanor loosening, bouncy and free, as a fat gush of serotonin splurted out into their synapses and overwhelmed their senses.
He'd had a couple opportunities present themselves already. A cute Asian girl with obscenely dilated pupils and vibrating jaw wearing a tiny, pink lacy bra and barely-there panties was looking over and staring hungrily at him about an hour ago, and then a hot skinny sorority blonde wearing mini underboob-teasing crop top that said "FUCK ME" looked over and bit her lip and winked a couple minutes after. He could be sliding his tongue all over the hot lips of either right now, slipping his finger down through her pantyline, feeling her moistening slit...
But no.
Tonight Mark was a man fixated on a mission.
He had a very specific urge.
There was something uniquely delicious about chubby girls when he was rolling. Their big bouncy tits, their luxurious fat rolls, their soft skin. Touching anything soft or jiggly felt amazing when rolling, but playing with the squishy body of a fresh-faced chubby girl was fucking heavenly. He wasn't as into them sober, but something changed in his brain when he started rolling. Sometimes, the craving would take hold. Ever since he'd shared an intimate naked evening with a hot chubby a couple years ago, it became something of an obsession.
Mark liked chubby Latinas the best. Something about their skin was particularly soft, and something about their faces was particularly round and cute. Plus, they were so, sooo goddamn fertile...
Mark's cock started getting a little hard just thinking about it.
He had to get one. Tonight.
But first, he had to be rolling. He'd popped the double pill about 45 minutes ago, so he should have been starting to feel it any minute now.
And sure enough, as he stood there, at the back of the crowd, tipsy and swaying to the pulsating beats and lights, he began to feel that liiittle tingle.
That familiar, beautiful little tingle.
Oh yes.
He stre-e-etched his arms out wide. Whoa. God damn.
It felt good. A little too good. As the muscles contracted, tiny ripples of pleasure emanated out from each contraction, as if he'd thrown a pinch of salt into a still pool of water.
Oh. Theeeere it is. I remember this feeling, he thought.
He began to feel like rubbing his shoulders. That would feel nice right now. He reached his arms back and began giving his traps a little massage.
Fuck, it felt great.
This was the roll starting. He knew it.
A little ball of excitement began forming in his chest. Hell yes. This was going to be one fun night.
As the minutes ticked by, he began to feel better and better, and he involuntarily started moving his body to the music more and more. He could feel his peak getting closer and closer.
And that's when he saw her, bouncing up to him through the crowd.
Smile wide, pupils wider.
"Hi, I'm Camila!"
"Hey," he said, swaying a little as he felt the peak continue to wash over him, "I'm Mark."
Goddamn she was fucking cute. A cute chubby little Latina slut, just like he'd been craving.
She cocked her head to the side, eyes enormous, pupils fully dilated. "How are you? Are you okay?"
She had long dark hair that was thick and shiny and bounced as she talked. Her face beamed up at him with a cute smile, dimples pinched in chubby cheeks rosy with the heat of dancing and rolling. Her big bright eyes glistened, highlighting the saucers of her molly-stretched pupils, and her jaw was slightly shaking and grinding as she smiled.
She was clearly rolling really, really hard.
Fucking perfect.
"Yeah," he said, zoning back in, "I'm cool." He smiled.
Her enormous breasts must have been GG or HH cups; they looked like bouncy bowling balls spilling out of the skimpy bra she had somehow strapped them into. Straining against the stretched lacy top that barely covered them, they looked like they might burst out at any moment.
"Okay!" she squeaked, chewing her gum rapidly, her eyes and her pupils wide, and her hair bobbing as she bounced up and down to the throbbing beat.
She had a little side fat and a bouncy little tummy, but as his eyes trailed down her body he saw that most of her fat was packed into the thick hips and ass that hourglassed out from her sides, stretching out her thin lacy panties, bouncing like thick pudding jello as she bobbed up and down -- unable to control herself, rolling as hard as she was, from dancing along to the music.
"I just wanted toooo, like, check!" she said. "Because you... look like you're rrrrolling pretty harrrrdddd..." She beamed up at him, knowing how obvious it was that she was rolling hard too. She didn't mean to be rolling her R's, but her jaw was vibrating with the force of her roll. Probably a strong pill laced with amphetamines. Mark was about to peak on one of those as well. They were the fucking best. And they made you horny, too. Really, really goddamn horny.
Her round, jiggly body made his mind burn with ecstasy-fueled desire. It would feel so fucking good to rub his fingers over that warm, soft skin, to feel her chubby, burning-hot body press against his, to grab a fat, soft tit with one hand and the jiggly fat roll ballooning out from her wide hips with the other, and just squeeeze.
What a perfect little fertility goddess she was, bouncing up and handing her tight self over, ripe for the taking.
He would give her exactly what she wanted. What her body craved, deep down.
He laughed, his head spinning a little as he did, "Yeah I, uh, I took a double a while back, at the beginning of this set, I think." Her eyes widened at this, and she beamed a big smile. "And it just hit me... like a ffffuckin' freight train."
She bounced up, "OH my GOD, me tooooo!" and went in for a hug.
She squeezed and her warm, soft, jiggly body pressed against him. Holy fucking SHIT, her skin felt so good against his. Everywhere their skin touched touched was on fire with pleasure. Her soft, chubby rolls pressed up against him and their warmth radiated through him. She squeezed him hard, savoring the feeling.
"This is actually my first time rolling!" she blurted out.
"How do you like it?" Mark asked. As if he didn't already know the answer.
"Oh my goddd, I fffucking LOVE it. It's, like, hitting me soooo ffffucking hard..." she sighed with utter contentment, not letting go of the hug.
"So, how old are you?" he asked, arms around her.
"Umm, sev- oh! Wait!," she said, letting go with one hand, grabbing her phone from her fanny pack and looking at it, "Eighteen!" She beamed up at him. "I turned eighteen yesterday! Sorry, I, uhh, forgot what day it was for a sec!" She shoved her phone back and squeezed him tight again, clinging to him like she didn't want to let go.
Whew. Close one.
"So... I lost my friends somewhere..." she said, "...and my boyfriend had to go back to the hotel because he wasn't feeling well..."
She looked up at him with those adorable saucer eyes, the warm flesh of her massive, mostly-exposed tits pressing directly against his muscular torso as she clung to him.
Something told him this boyfriend thing wasn't gonna be much of a problem.
"...so I figured I could hang out with you instead maybe? You seem like you'rrrre, ummmm, on my levelll..." She beamed and pulled him closer. "Do you... wanna, um, dance?"
"Sure," he said, head spinning as his peak started to approach rapidly.
Like an animal freed from a cage, she pressed her crotch - lacy panties barely covering thick, hairless pussy lips - directly against his. She started grinding, slow and hard.
