Mollyworld: Day 01

This story features mind control drugs, an apocalyptic scenario, public sex, and breeding kinks. If that isn't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.

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Becky looked one way and then the other.

No cars.

She stepped off the sizzling sidewalk and power-walked across the asphalt.

Silently, a shadow passed over the street quickly, and then another, and then another. In the distance a low droning hummed, the faint sound of several planes high overhead, flying in formation over Manhattan.

Becky hopped onto the opposite curb and walked toward a doorway. She sighed with relief as she ducked into the corner bodega, a quick blast of air conditioning offering a reprieve from the oppressive summer heat outside.

The thick, humid air of the city was clinging to her like a second skin. She could feel beads of sweat pooling in the curve of her back under her ripped white crop top and running down her smooth, exposed, slim lower back. Errands had dragged on longer than she'd planned, and this was her last stop--a quick trip for snacks before heading home.

As she strolled by, the boy behind the checkout counter turned his head to follow her, wordlessly admiring the fit 23-year-old's shoulder length light brown hair that curled slightly at the ends, swept up into ponytail to keep cool in the heat of a New York City summer. Her bright, piercing light-blue eyes scanned the shelves as she walked down the aisle. A few freckles dotted her sun-kissed complexion around her nose and cheeks. She was about 5'6", with a toned but naturally curvy build, a slim belly but F-cup boobs straining under the crop top and a bubble butt that jiggled as she walked, pushing against black Lululemon stretchy shorts that hugged the curve of each round cheek.

The little store was busier than she expected, with lines snaking through the aisles. After grabbing a few snacks and tossing them into a basket she joined the shortest queue, behind a man tapping impatiently on his phone. The air was cooler inside but somehow dense, almost heavy, carrying an odd chemical scent. Faintly bitter. Her pouty pink lips curled into a cute little frown as she scrunched her eyebrows.

Ew. It smelled weird in here.

She didn't want to stay long, just a quick in and out. Away from this weird chemical smell.

As she waited, Becky noticed the customer ahead of her, an older woman, lean closer to the cashier, a young man with tousled hair and a slightly flushed face. The customer was smiling, speaking in a low tone, her body language oddly intimate for what should have been a mundane exchange. The cashier chuckled softly, his movements slower than usual as he bagged her items.

Becky frowned, feeling a sudden warmth rise to her cheeks. She wasn't sure why the interaction unsettled her. Maybe it was how close they stood to each other.

She shifted her basket to her other hand, glancing away toward the aisles. A couple near the produce section stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their hands brushing in a way that seemed more deliberate than accidental.

Weird. She could have sworn she'd seen them come in separately.

Her throat felt dry, and she coughed lightly. Others in line were coughing too, a faint reaction to the odd heaviness in the air. A woman two spots ahead fanned herself with a magazine, her cheeks pink despite the air conditioning.

Becky adjusted the spaghetti strap of her crop top, which suddenly felt too tight, straining against her flushed skin, and rubbed her arms. A strange, tingling warmth was spreading through her, just barely perceptible.

Fuck, she thought. She might be coming down with a fever. Ugh, this was the WORST time to get sick, right before Josh came to visit.

She pulled out her phone. 3:49 PM.

Shit. He was gonna be here in ten minutes. Why was this line moving so slow?

The man in front of her shifted, turning slightly, and their eyes met for a moment. His lips curved into a half-smile, and Becky's breath caught unexpectedly. She wasn't sure what it was--his smile wasn't particularly dazzling, and he was a little too chubby to be her type--but something about the way he looked at her made her stomach flutter.

He was... he was kinda cute, she thought. Hell, everyone in the store was sort of radiant. Beautiful people all around. She relaxed and smiled, and a shiver ran through her.

When it was her turn at the register, Becky stepped forward, breathing heavily as she caught the cashier's eyes lingering on hers. His smile was soft, inviting, and his voice dropped to a lower, more intimate tone as he greeted her.

"Afternoon," he said, scanning her items with unhurried ease.

"Hi," she replied, grinning a little too wide, her voice softer than she intended.

Wow. He was muscular. Hot. She felt her pulse quicken, a warmth radiating from her chest.

Everything just felt... beautiful. Bright. Right somehow.

She closed her eyes, took a deep, slow breath, and stretched her arms out behind her. A shiver of unexpectedly intense pleasure rippled through her, catching her off guard.

Whoa. She felt good. Really good. Her jaw vibrated as she exhaled.

As he packed her snacks in a bag, her eyes were glued to the cashier. His hair curled slightly at the edges, damp with sweat. He smiled up at her and a thrill shot through her. His fingers brushed against hers as he handed her the receipt.

"Hot day, huh?" he murmured, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

Becky swallowed hard, nodding. "Yeah, um, really hot." Her words felt clumsy, her face flushing for reasons that had nothing to do with the heat outside.

As she reached for her bag, the sound of a laugh from another aisle caught her attention. She glanced over and saw a man and woman leaning against a display of soda bottles, their heads tilted close, their expressions full of longing. The man tucked a strand of the woman's hair behind her ear and she bit her lip as she tilted her chin to move her face closer to his, their movements intimate and slow.

Huh. She could have sworn she'd seen him come in the store with a different woman.

The atmosphere in the store felt charged, electric, and Becky realized with a start that almost everyone was behaving strangely.

A couple near the bakery whispered to each other, their laughter low and breathy.

The cashier at the next register was licking her lips as she handed the change to a flustered-looking customer.

Becky coughed again, her throat tingling, and inhaled that bitter scent hanging in the air. The scent didn't feel weird anymore, it felt... good. Her lungs filled and as she exhaled a wave of heat cascaded through her body.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the strap of her bag and turned toward the exit. Her skin felt overly sensitive and her pulse quickened.

The scent in the air, the strange warmth spreading through her body, the behavior of everyone around her--she didn't understand what was happening. As her rational mind scrambled weakly to try to make sense of what was happening, a soft, sweet voice at the back of her mind whispered to stay, to linger, to lose herself in the chemical haze.

It was hard to resist it.

The air in the bodega was thick, almost syrupy now, and Becky's senses were on fire. Every step she took toward the exit felt like wading through a dream, her body humming with energy. Her jaw was vibrating wildly now, and her pupils had dilated to unnatural widths. She took a deep breath in, a silly smile spreading across face. As the chemicals surged into her bloodstream once again, her heart pounded in her chest and her skin prickled with anticipation.

As she reached the door, a hand brushed against her arm, sending a surge of adrenaline through her. She turned, her breath catching in her throat, and her gaze slowly rose upward, lingering over the muscular body of a beautiful man. She found herself face-to-face with the cashier.

His dark eyes were wide, pupils dilated so wide his brown irises were a thin strip around them. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. He was taller than she'd realized, the rippling muscle of his frame towering over her, and the faint sheen of sweat on his olive skin made him glow under the fluorescent lights.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and rough. "You forgot your... uh..."

He trailed off, his gaze dropping to her lips, then lower, to the curve of her neck, the swell of her chest beneath her overstretched crop top bulging through the thin white material, hard nipples poking nubs out from it and the darker-pink circle of each areola visible through it.

He stared, breath ragged, and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and Becky felt a flush of heat spread through her body.

"My what...?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't care what she'd forgotten. All she could think about was how close he was, how his body seemed to radiate warmth, how his fingers twitched at his sides as if he were fighting the urge to touch her. As she gazed into his eyes she idly played with her waistband, running her fingers over the warm skin of her tight little belly.

He was so close. That sweaty, glistening muscle. That warm male skin.

God, it would feel so good to touch a hot guy's warm skin right now.

To touch his skin. It would feel so good to feel his skin against hers.

Her mind swam with surging oceans of serotonin, screaming at her to get naked, to press herself against the body of the hot man standing in front of her.

He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing against hers. Becky's breath hitched, and she tilted her head back to meet his eyes, utterly mesmerized, pupils as wide as his. His lips were parted, his breath warm and sweet.

Around them, the bodega seemed to fade into a blur. The hum of the refrigerators, the chatter of other customers, the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights all melted away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of magnetic desire. Becky's hands trembled as she reached up, her fingertips lightly brushing against the hem of his shirt. She could feel the hard planes of his abs beneath the dark fabric.

His muscles tensed at her touch. Beneath the shirt, his skin was warm.

So warm.

Her touch had unlocked his craving. His hands found her hips, his grip firm but gentle, and he pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Her big boobs squished against his broad, thick pecs, and the bulging hills of his abs gently pressed into her slim belly. She could feel the heat of him through their clothes, and the thump of his heartbeat through his chest. It was synchronized, racing in time with hers.

As she whimpered, he lowered his face to hers and pulled her into him. Their lips pushed together, insistent, hot and desperate, sucking, licking, moaning, grunting, biting, animalistic in their sudden frenzy of need. His tongue slid against hers in a way that made her knees weak. She moaned into the kiss, her hands reaching up and tangling in his tousled hair, desperately clutching him closer. His hands slid down to her ass, slipping beneath the waistband to dig into her thick butt flesh, squeezing roughly, pulling her wide hips firmly into him, making her crotch keenly aware of the massive rock-hard organ bulging through his jeans. At the sensation of the girthy fuck rod pressing against her clit, newly blossomed from its engorged, fleshy hood, she gasped, arching into him.

The weight of his body enveloped hers as they mauled her other's wet faces and ground their aroused genitals together. Becky whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he groaned, the sound low and guttural, at the pleasure of digging his hardness into her soft vulva through the thin layers of summertime clothing.

"Fuck," he grunted against her lips, voice rough with need. "You're so fucking hot."

Becky, unable to form words, could only squeal with feminine delight. Her head was spinning. Her skin tingled with every touch. She needed him with a primal hunger.

She wanted more. She needed to be naked against him. She needed him clutching every inch of her warm, raw skin.

Raw skin. She needed his raw skin. The raw skin of his engorged cock. She needed it. Needed it raw inside her.

Raw. Inside her.

The primal thrill of it. The intense need to discard all trappings of social normality and roughly thrust herself into wanton, frenzied animal behavior.

It was all-consuming.

But before she could give in to the ache building inside her, a loud crash shattered the moment. They broke apart with a start, both of them panting, their chests heaving as they turned toward the sound.

In the soup and sauces aisle, a fat, pale man in his sixties and a chubby young Latina were tangled together, their bodies pressed against the shelves as they kissed with a fervor that bordered on desperation. The woman's hands were buried in what was left of the balding older man's hair. Her wide hips ground against his round belly while his hands gripped her ass, lifting her off the ground and onto a rack of merchandise. Her thick butt smacked against the creaking metal and knocked several cans of soup off. Moaning into each other's faces, the entangled couple hardly noticed. The cans clattered to the floor, a few bursting to send chicken broth and soggy noodles spraying out onto the vinyl tiles.

Around them, other customers watched, their eyes glazed with the same hunger that burned in Becky's veins. One by one, they started turning to each other and devouring each other's faces, shoving hands down pants, mounting each other, sending moans and screams and grunts echoing from all corners of the store. Outside the dirt-fogged front windows of the bodega echoed a chaotic cacophony of scattered screams and crashing sounds.

The cashier--Becky realized she still didn't even know his name--let out a shaky laugh, his hands still gripping her hips. "The... fuck... is going on?" he asked, grinning, his voice trembling with disbelief and amusement.

"I don't fucking care," Becky moaned huskily, then grabbed his beautiful head and pressed it back against her face.

Her body was on fire. The world around was irrelevant. All she could think about was how much she wanted him.

"Fuck me," she squeaked with demanding impatience, yanking his jeans down.

Without missing a beat, he palmed both of her fat ass cheeks and hoisted her into the air with a determined grunt, through gritted teeth. She gasped, staring into his eyes where a gleam of predatory determination shone. The veins in his athletic biceps were bulging as he carried her over to the checkout counter and plopped her onto it, scattering a rack of lighters all over the floor.

Biting and sucking on his lips, she began to roughly pull his shirt up as he yanked off her tight black shorts and hot pink panties. Their lips parted as they stepped back for a second so she could kick the shorts away and he could grab the shirt and pull it up and off himself.

Then they collapsed back into each other.

Becky's heart pounded in her chest as the cashier pressed her naked ass down onto the checkout counter. The cold surface bit into her bare skin, a sharp contrast to the burning heat radiating from his body. It felt so crisp, and fresh, and lovely.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, her hips grinding against the hard cock straining against his boxers.

"Fuck, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice ragged as he tore his lips from hers to trail hot, wet kisses down her neck, eliciting a wild series of gasps and squeals and moans from her thick, trembling parted lips. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her crop top, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her arch into him with a gasp.

"This..." he grunted, pulling himself back for a second to run his hands over the crop top, "...this... needs to be gone."

Then, flexing his arms and back and letting out a guttural grunt, he gripped the fabric where its plunging neck met her cleavage and ripped it in half, flinging the ragged pieces of tattered cloth to each side as her heavy, firm tits bounced free.

She whimpered and bit her lip. Fuck, he was strong. He'd make such beautiful, healthy fucking babies.

The sudden exposure sent a shiver of excitement through Becky, her nipples hardening instantly under his gaze, and her eyes rolling back with halting waves of pleasure. The cashier's eyes darkened with desire as he cupped her breasts, fingers digging into their ample, soft flesh, thumbs circling her sensitive peaks. She moaned, her head falling back as he leaned down to capture one taut nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking it like a feasting predatory animal.

"Oh god... oh my f...fucking... g-god..d...." Becky gasped, her fingers running through his hair, clutching him to her as he lavished attention on her breasts. The sensation was overwhelming, her body vibrating with need as he switched to her other nipple, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing beneath him.

Wet slapping sounds were echoing down the aisles. The couple that caught their attention before had lowered themselves onto the floor, the young woman on her back screaming in bliss with her legs wrapped around the older man's waist. On top of her, he roared as he pulled her hair, grabbed her throat, and jackhammered his cock into her. His protruding overweight belly was slapping against her tummy and her bouncing tits with each thrust, and the force of their animalistic fucking sent spilled soup splattering with each smack of hips against the drenched tile.

The cashier's hands slid down Becky's sides as he mauled her heaving, round breasts, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. Becky could feel the hard length of his hard, thick penis pressing against her through his boxers, and she whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively.

She needed him inside her, needed to feel him filling her, stretching her, claiming her.

Cumming in her.

Raw.

Pumping his cream into her.

She needed it so, so bad. Desperately.

The cashier yanked his boxers down and kicked them away. The glistening length of an eight-inch rod of thick, hard, curved, vein-cradled flesh sprang free and thwacked against the puffy, juice-soaked lips of Becky's engorged vulva, eliciting a wild scream of pleasure.

Then, wordlessly, with gritted teeth and a series of low grunts, the cashier leaned forward onto her, grabbed her roughly by the throat and one heavy breast, and fed his flared-out cockhead past her sloppy fuck lips, which spread wide to greedily gulp it in. With a groan of satisfaction at conquering the gorgeous, drugged-out bodega slut, he thrust forward, sliding his length into her gushing cunt.

The moment the bulging penis head breached her needy guts, Becky's entire body tensed, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as her back arched off the counter. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped pink marks as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, stretching her in the most delicious way. The sensation was utterly overwhelming. Her legs tightened around his waist, her muscles flexing as hard as they could to push him deeper and deeper.

"You're so... fucking tight... bitch," he growled, his voice strained as he bottomed out inside her, the sweaty skin of their torsos kissing as his hips pushed flush against hers. He paused for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his forehead pressed against hers. Becky could feel the tremble in his muscles. Her jaw was vibrating wildly.

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "P-please fuck me..."

With a low groan, he pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside her, before slamming back in with a force that made her scream with ragged pleasure. The sound was lost in the frenzied symphony of screams and moans and grunts filling the bodega, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the way his fat, long, satisfying cock felt inside her, the way it stretched her, filled her, hit every sensitive spot with unerring precision.