Nichole guides Katie through her dream of self-discovery
It was a great day for Katie. Her latest issue of
Thick and Creamy Pies
magazine had just arrived; she loved the magazine. She loved looking at the soft, fluffy pies in an amazing assortment of sizes and flavors. As a young girl helping her mother bake, Katie had an elated fascination when she was around pie. Before her mother would catch her, she would always manage to smear the warm pie on her hands. If lucky, on her face and in her hair too! Katie didn't understand why she did this or why touching these pies gave her such a warm flush feeling. Her youthful mind felt this desire was wrong though, and she learned to suppress these thoughts as the years passed.
Katie grew into a beautiful 19 year old and was never lacking in the date department. She was the epitome of the "hot girl next door" with her chestnut hair worn tousled in a sexy way and full lips that were begging to be kissed. After graduating from high school, she decided to take off a year before going to Florida State. She got herself a nice job and moved into an apartment with Nichole, who she found in the "roommates wanted" section of the local newspaper's website. Nichole was a few years older at 22 and had a classically beautiful face. Her lithe body, killer smile, and hair the color of the moonless night sky would catch many long glances from both genders. Their personalities were quite different; Katie a dreamer while Nichole was the practical one.
Moving out of her mother's house gave Katie a newfound sense of freedom yet she often found her thoughts returning to the days of making pies with her mother. Her lovely thoughts of pie were becoming an obsession. Today she was particularly excited when her magazine arrived. Still clad in her green-colored silk pajamas, she took her
Thick and Creamy Pies
and sprawled on the sofa to peruse her latest indulgence. The more she looked and touched the pictures of the pies the more she felt that familiar flush go through her body and settle in the soft area between her legs. It wasn't long before she started to absent-mindedly explore her body with her free hand.
"Are you reading those magazines with the pies in them again?" a voice said. "You really need to stop that. It's getting to be a bit much."
Katie's head shot up. It was Nichole.
"I can't help it" said Katie. "There's something about the look, the smell, the feel of pie...."
Katie wished Nichole would understand. She wished Nichole would get that same hot flash that shot through her own body when she thought about pies, that same hot flash that she sometimes felt when she thought of her roommate.
"I suppose you're right. I may have become a little obsessed, I'll stop Nicole...I promise." Katie reluctantly responded.
Nichole really loved Katie, kind of like she was a little sister and had become very fond and protective of her. Sometimes though when Katie would brush against her she wished that maybe it could be more.
"Good." Nichole said sounding a little relieved. "I need to run some errands. I'll be back in a little while."
After saying goodbye Katie took the magazine and went to her bedroom. Laying on her bed she again slowly, lustfully absorbed every detail of the pies displayed on the pages. Her breathing became heavier. Her hands roamed over her body more passionately with each new pie she saw. She unbuttoned her top and slipped her left hand in to caress her breasts. Her nipples were harder than she could ever remember them being.
This is crazy
she thought, but she couldn't stop. It was as if her body and soul were taken over by her desire. Her hand slowly slid down past her navel and to the top of her pajama shorts. Katie knew this was the point of no return. She knew that if she went any further she would lose what little control she had left. It didn't matter. Her hand slipped under the waistband and her fingers began inching towards that place of ultimate satisfaction.
As she started to play with that sweetest of spots, her thoughts returned to those wonderful pies. The thoughts of how it felt when she was a child in her Mother's kitchen. When she would dip her hand into the warm pie, scoop up a savory glob and smear it on her face and in her hair. Katie's head was spinning. She was incredibly wet as she started to finger her pussy with increasing intent. Needing something more, she reached over into her nightstand for her favorite dildo. Long, thick, and blue in color, she pulled her shorts aside to expose her wet pussy and plunged it in as far as it would go.
She was in a world of her own now - a world of warm pies where she was alone with her creamy mess. Yet she wasn't alone in her dream state, someone else was there too. She fervently worked the dildo in and out of her pussy as thoughts of pies and cream consumed her. Her mind could only see warm luscious gigantic pies. Pies smashed into her by someone. By Nichole.
No wait, that's not right, she's not supposed to
... Katie's brain and her body could take no more. She fell asleep from pure, lustful exhaustion.
The Dream
"Where am I? How did I get here?" Katie stands up and looks around.
She couldn't tell if where she was large or small. All she saw was that the floor, the walls, and the ceiling were covered by thick sheets of plastic. She felt closed in and scared, everything was so strange. She started to get panicky. "I don't know this place." She murmured. Light shone through the plastic and cast eerie shadows in the room. "I want to go back...I want to go home." Katie breaks down. Falling to her knees, she buries her face in her hands and begins to sob uncontrollably.
After a bit Katie somewhat manages to pull herself together. She again stands up. Looks more closely around the room and notices something odd. It was a small table with a pie on it. Unable to resist, she slowly walks over to it. The pie looks exactly like one of those big luscious pies from her magazine. She starts to feel that familiar warmth between her legs. She smells the sweet chocolate pie aroma. Her hand moves to the top of the pie and enters the creamy mass. Katie scoops some up, and then slowly slides it down her face and neck enjoying the feeling of its smooth texture on her skin. Her breathing quickens as she opens a couple of buttons on her top. Katie takes another handful of warm pie, slips it under her top, and starts to massage it into her tits. The floodgates had opened. All those years of repression evaporated into a pure lustful craving for more. She takes an even bigger handful and slides it down her stomach, inside her pants and onto her pussy. Her body stiffens as she hears the swishy sounds and feels the soft cream pie being rubbed on her pussy.
It feels so right
she thought,
after all this time I've finally
