Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
Author's Note:
Welcome to the second, much more eventful chapter of mummified remains! Like I warned previously, this story has heavy futanari themes, so if that isn't your thing, I'd turn back now.
As always, I love receiving feedback from you guys whether it be in the comments or through Literotica's feedback system. Any little message helps motivate me.
Hope you guys enjoy!
1
The cold water encircled Miranda like a relieving blanket. Usually she hated cold showers, but her body was on fire and this was the only way she was getting any relief. Even so, her chest and her crotch burned like twin wildfires.
Miranda's breasts were especially sensitive. The tiny mounds itched like Miranda had been wearing a poison ivy bra and they felt oddly tight. Every few minutes, she would reach up to touch them and then immediately regret it. The sensitivity was far too much to handle.
Meanwhile, Miranda's pussy was a different story. After an exploratory touch that nearly sent the girl to her knees from sheer pleasure, she found herself coming back for more and more. Even more thrilling was her clit. Her pleasure button was now so sensitive and pleasant to the touch that Miranda felt herself drooling and groaning with abandon in the very public dormitory bathroom.
What the hell is happening to me?
Miranda wondered if she was having an allergic reaction to whatever that dried-up dick was made of. That seemed like the only explanation. Either way, it felt fucking amazing.
Out of nowhere, images flitted into Miranda's head. She saw Lucy's sweet face and her slender yet feminine body. She suddenly wanted to cradle the girl's cheek and pull her in for a kiss. She wanted to feel every inch of the girl. Miranda had always known Lucy was attractive, but now she felt a completely different, sexual pull.
The mental picture evolved suddenly. Miranda imagined her biology TA, Randy Melnitz, his tall, athletic frame looking as if it were chiseled out of marble. Lucy and the TA were together in Miranda's mind now. Randy had a massive cock buried deep in Lucy's tight pussy. Miranda wondered for a moment if Lucy was a virgin - she still didn't know for sure. She would like to think so, even if that was a weird desire.
Either way, it didn't matter in Miranda's lustful daydream. Randy had impaled dear Lucy and was pumping into her at a frantic pace. The mental image was vivid - more so than any fantasy Miranda ever experienced before. She could see Lucy's face contorting in an equal mix of pain and pleasure. She could see Randy's cock throbbing in the moments when he pulled it out of Lucy's sopping pussy. Finally, she watched the beast of a man shove his cock deep inside Lucy one last time. His fat balls puckered as they shot impregnating sperm deep inside Lucy's folds.
Only, the girl impaled on Randy's monstrous cock was no longer Lucy. It was Miranda whose legs were wrapped around the TA's broad, muscular back. It was Miranda taking the potent, life-creating sperm deep inside her body.
The shock of this final revelation overwhelmed Miranda. She screamed and collapsed on the tile floor of the shower. Her orgasm rippled over her like a tsunami, destroying any conscious thought for several minutes.
When she had finished, Miranda put her clothes back on and walked back to her dorm room. The whiteboard indicated that the room was available, but that didn't mean anything anymore. Miranda carefully opened the door to find Kelsey and her boyfriend Tommy snuggled on Kelsey's bed, both mercifully clothed.
"Jesus, you were in there for like an hour," Tommy said.
Kelsey punched Tommy hard in the chest.
"Why would you say that, weirdo?"
Tommy held up his hands and smiled. When he did this, Miranda noticed for the first time that he was quite handsome. He had a charming, wolfish look to him with bright blue eyes and a smile that made her belly swoop.
"What can I say? The idea of a pretty girl in the shower excites me!"
As Kelsey landed several more playful blows to her boyfriend, Miranda blushed hard. She had never felt anything for guys before, why was now any different? Could an allergic reaction do that to you?
Miranda had a sudden urge to leap onto the bed and join Kelsey and her boyfriend for a round of lovemaking. This was absurd, but Miranda couldn't shake the little burst of pleasure it gave her to think about. What would it feel like to have Tommy throbbing inside of her while she kissed and fondled Kelsey? She imagined the girl's large, perky breasts in her hands - imagined the electric ache in her pussy from Tommy's rod.
"I'm going to bed," Miranda said.
"Are you asking us to leave?" Kelsey asked, clearly annoyed.
Miranda shook her head.
"No, you're fine. I think I'll be out soon whether you're here or not."
Kelsey and Tommy nodded and went back to giggling among themselves. Meanwhile, Miranda crawled into a ball under the covers. She didn't fall asleep for a while. Instead, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her pajama pants and began to touch herself once more. It took all her self-control not to cry out as jolt after jolt of pleasure shot through her body.
And that was Miranda Fontana's night. She masturbated in the presence of her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend in secret like a sex pervert and she did not care. The sheer pleasure of the moment wouldn't
allow
her to care. All the while, the aching and itching in her breasts grew more intense. Soon the aches and pains spread until Miranda's entire body was consumed - the pleasure of Miranda's fantasies was the only guiding light that made the pain bearable.
Little did Miranda know these were growing pains.
2
There was a knock at the door to Beverly Watson's office. This was the second time in one miserable night.
Luckily, Beverly did not have her hands down her pants this time. Still, she wanted to be alone and everyone and their monkey's uncle seemed to be determined to make sure that did not happen. Looking up, Beverly spotted one of the grad school students she had been tasked with mentoring peering through the window of her office door.
By now, it was nearly seven in the evening. Beverly should have been gone two hours ago, but she usually stayed late. She needed time to wind down after an exhausting day of facing students - students like Miranda Fontana. Students that did not know when to quit.
The grad school student, her name was Annie O'Neil, knocked once more and tried to communicate to Beverly with an array of gestures. None of these made sense to the tired professor, so she stood up and walked over, opening the door. Annie rushed into her office as soon as she did so.
Annie O'Neil, like so many of the students at Washington DC City College, was a pretty girl. She had lots of curly brown hair she usually kept in a pretty braid or bun and a pale, round face with a kind demeanor. She was just a tad on the heavy side - just enough to give her pleasant, soft curves. Beverly tried not to make a habit of ogling her students, but sometimes it was hard.
"What do you want?" Beverly asked.
The words came out harsher than Beverly intended. It was like that when she got tired. She became sharp around the edges. However, Annie didn't seem to notice her tone.
"Hi, sorry to bother you Professor Watson. I was wondering if we could do that mentoring session you talked about last week."
Annie's full pink lips curled into an awkward smile. Beverly traced those lips with her eyes, wondering how they would feel to kiss. What would they taste like? Were they as soft as they looked?
Beverly shook these thoughts away and pulled out her phone.
"It's seven fourteen, Annie."
The grad school student's face fell. Seeing her disappointment made Beverly feel a little ill. The poor thing had been asking for this meeting for a long time and Beverly had put it off like so many other things in her life.
Annie O'Neil was a talented scientist and a dedicated student. She showed a lot more promise than Beverly had when she was younger. That combined with the fact that she was so pretty made Beverly hate the girl at times - but not now. Now she felt nothing but guilt.
Still, it was late, and Beverly was still processing her meeting with Noora. Then there was that whole mess with Miranda Fontana. Tonight, would not do.
"Come by tomorrow," Beverly said. "Same time. Does that sound good?"
Annie's big brown eyes lit up. Beverly watched them sparkle in the harsh fluorescent light of her office and wondered how many people had been enchanted by them in the past. A pretty girl like this had to have broken a lot of hearts. Beverly felt the familiar envious disgust begin to creep over her again.
Beautiful girls - she had never been one and she'd never been with one.
"Thank you, professor," Annie cheered.
Beverly nodded and tried not to notice the way Annie's chest stretched the front of her sweater out. The girl had pleasantly large breasts that Beverly would never be able to touch.
As Beverly's mind wandered, Annie O'Neil had become focused on something on Beverly's desk. At the last minute, the professor caught her student reaching for the damnable mummy Noora had given her. Beverly's blood ran cold.
"Don't touch that!" Beverly screamed.
Annie O'Neil recoiled like she had just been shot through the heart. She looked to Beverly, her big eyes now full of fear and remorse.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I saw it and I just couldn't help but want to touch it. I'm so, so sorry."
Beverly stomped over and smacked the lid on the box, hiding the vile contents from view. The damn thing had brought Beverly nothing, but frustration and she was half tempted to toss it in the garbage. Her dear friendship with Noora was the only thing saving it.
"I'm sorry I yelled," Beverly said. "I had another student touch it and it didn't go well. I think it might be dangerous."
Annie nodded, clearly still rattled. Beverly felt terrible for what she had done to this poor girl. First, she blew her off and then she screamed at her. Today was not her day.
"Let's meet tomorrow at seven, Annie. I'll be fully prepared then. Does that sound good?"
"It's a date," Annie said with a weak, half-hearted smile.
Oh, don't say it like that, Beverly thought.
Beverly watched her student walk out the door, eyeing the girl's full bottom sway back and forth. She could feel a deep, physical desire to have her way with the girl. Paired with that desire was a distinct sense of emptiness as if she didn't have the means to ever satisfy that desire.
"I need to go home," Beverly said, gathering her things.
She spared one final glance back at her office, her eyes falling on the plain little box resting at the edge of her desk. Beverly shuddered as she thought of the contents of that box. What fresh troubles would that thing bring her tomorrow?
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