Chapter 1.01 - The Wish
It had been a long week.
School, work, study.
School, work, study.
It was nonstop and the pressure had been building up. It wasn't the mental pressure of a normal college student; the stress of grades and homework and financial ruin. No, this was Maeve after all. She had more important desires in her life.
It was a physical pressure--a pressure of need and desire--building up in her core and between her legs. She'd been wet most of the week, needing to change her panties twice a day and double up how often she was doing her laundry. Various scenarios were playing through her mind; during her classes, her meals, and even while enjoying time with her friends. It had kept her distracted, out of sorts and flirting when she would normally maintain control.
This might be embarrassing to some, but not to Maeve. This was the norm. This was her life. Thinking with her libido rather than her brain. It was a different way of going about life, imagining so many interactions as sexual scenarios. Maeve loved it.
In fact, she loved it so much that at the end of the week she found herself lying in bed, pants down, pleasuring herself intensely. Thank the stars that her roommate went home for the weekend.
Though her mental vault of imaginary pornography was packed full, there was one that she held most dear--one that she thought of the most. It involved her best friend, the one she'd known for as long as she could remember. The one she'd lived next to until she left for college. The one she missed terribly every day.
Ryan had been Maeve's friend for so long, but she was always such a complicated part of Maeve's romantic interests. Maeve was only attracted to girls, so she didn't feel anything that wasn't platonic toward Ryan, but when Ryan came out to her as trans, and Maeve realized she was a girl, it turned her levels of attraction completely on its head. She'd felt an odd pull to Ryan even before she broke out of her shell and admitted her truth to Maeve, and it was confusing her, but it all made sense after hearing Ryan's confession. She began to wish for things to be different--to have her ideal reality--so that they had their perfect bodies. After all, Maeve wasn't completely satisfied with her own.
Maeve loved being a girl. She wouldn't change that, but if she could change what she had between her legs? She'd do it in an instant. She craved having a big cock, fat and swollen, sticking up from between her legs. She wanted to fuck someone with it. Not just anyone, in fact. She wanted to fuck Ryan with it.
She knew it wouldn't happen for two reasons. One, she didn't have a dick, much as she wanted. Two, Ryan was uncomfortable with sex as her body was now. So, the closest thing she could get to what she wanted was in her imagination. It wasn't enough, but it would have to do for now.
Every time Maeve played with herself, at least when she had enough privacy and time, she would wear her strap-on. A big, flesh-colored pillar of lubed up silicon stood tall and proud from her pubic region, leaving her pussy exposed for one hand to stuff, while the other could jack her imaginary cock. It was as close as she could get to what she wanted.
So now she was lost in her imagination, lying on the top bunk, two fingers deep inside of herself while she whimpered and jacked off the dildo she wore. Her imagination was so much better, though, so that's what she focused on.
She and Ryan worked together to find a girly name that her best friend wanted to have, and that name was Rin. Happily for her, in her imagination, Rin slipped into her dorm, quietly shutting the door behind her. Maeve was busy studying at her desk in nothing but her shirt and panties. She wished she could jerk off instead. Unfortunately, she was already deep into her notes, but she still noticed Rin out of the corner of her eye.
"Hey there," Maeve greeted her, scribbling notes into her book, "I'm not ready for dinner yet, but if you want to hang out until I finish this-..."
"Don't worry, I was going to have my dinner here," Rin purred. Before Maeve knew it, Rin was on her hands and knees, crawling underneath Maeve's desk and turning to face her. "Don't mind me," she whispered, "Keep studying. It's important."
Maeve obliged, looking back to her book, though she perked up as she felt her friend's hands between Maeve's legs. Maeve startled, but Rin rubbed the insides of her thighs and nuzzled her face against Maeve's crotch. The tightness of her panties did nothing to conceal her cock, especially as it was getting harder due to Rin's attention. Eventually, she felt Rin's hands on it, through her underwear. "R-Rin, what are you doing?" She whispered, hands too shaky to write anything down.
"I've wanted you for so long," Rin responded, giving her cock a tender squeeze through Maeve's underwear, "I've wanted this for so long. You don't know how tortured I've been, knowing you've had this packed away and never shared it. I can't help it anymore, I have to see it. I need to make it cum. You want it too, right?"
Maeve let out a huff of air, nodding her head, "Yeah. I do. Help me out, would you? I can't concentrate on studying. Thank goodness, I've wanted you for so long."
"I know," Rin whispered. Maeve could feel her cock released from its confines as Rin pulled the crotch of her panties aside. She was so well-endowed; a proud ten inches, as fat as her wrist.
Almost immediately, Maeve could feel Rin's lips kissing the tip of her length, tenderly licking and smooching the fat, swollen crown of her dick. It was like Rin was in love with it. Maeve couldn't be bothered with even pretending to study, so she leaned back to watch the show. Rin lifted Maeve's dick and let it slap atop her face, reaching from her chin, beyond her cheek, and just past her hairline before the imagined subject of her desire licked a long, wet line up the underside of Maeve's cock. Maeve shivered, letting out a little breath while she reached a hand out to pet the top of Rin's head.
Maeve decided to one-up her little imagined scenario. Rin's head grew a pair of cat ears, big and fluffy, on either side of the hand that Maeve had placed on her head. She wasn't able to feel it, but she could see the swaying, bobbing tail moving behind Rin's plump rear.
This was exactly what she wanted; her catgirl girlfriend, her longtime friend, pleasuring her big, stiff cock however she was able. Her lips felt perfect. Nice and pillowy plump, wrapped around her dick while her soft, wet tongue cupped the underside of her length as Rin's head shifted back and forth. Every pump of her head was accompanied by a firm suckle that caused Maeve to quiver and gasp, grabbing fistfuls of Rin's hair.
"Rin," Maeve whimpered, beginning to buck her hips ever so slightly. She held the catgirl's head still, fucking her face just a little bit. She didn't push the limits too far just yet, but it felt so, so good that it was hard to resist. She loved it when Rin did it all of her own accord, though--not just succumbing to Maeve's dominant position. She wanted to feel Rin doing it because she wanted to. Because she wanted to do it for Maeve.
The thoughts churning through her mind had her at her limit in no time. Her toes curled, her back arched, her teeth bit down on her lip as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Her mind was back in the real world now, as the walls of her sex clamped down on her fingers, trying to milk them for the reward that they could not provide. She was moaning, crying out, body shaking as she pushed her hips into the air. Both hands were between her legs now, ignoring the strap on in favor of pure, physical bliss. It would be a miracle if her neighbors didn't hear her, because by the end of it, her ears were ringing and her legs felt weak. All she could do is squirm among the sheets.
Accompanied by a spray of confetti over her bed, a voice cheered, "Congratulations!"
Maeve shrieked.
Chapter 1.02 - The Stowaway
"What are you doing here?" Maeve asked in a quiet voice.
Ryan blinked his eyes and came to attention as though breaking free from a daydream. They were in an office cubicle, surrounded by wooden, fabric-covered walls. Within were two chairs, seating Ryan and Maeve, and one desk. Behind that desk was a man that must have been fifteen feet tall, even sitting down. He was squeezed into the cubicle, its walls bulging outward around his hips. He was sitting upon an equally small chair, but it seemed content to support his abundant weight.
The man had a small set of glasses and a white, button up shirt with gray dress pants. The clothes looked about ready to rip due to the man's swollen musculature. He sported a five o'clock shadow accompanied by bags under his eyes.
The giant was typing on a tiny computer. His keystrokes were so dainty and cautious that even with fingertips half the size of the keyboard itself, he managed to only touch one key at a time.
Ryan looked toward Maeve, who was spying around, making it clear that he wasn't welcome here.
"Where are we?" Ryan asked. His mind was foggy, but he recognized Maeve plenty. She was a close friend of his; had been for as long as he could remember. What was he doing before he woke up here?
Wherever here is.
"Who is that?" Ryan whispered, looking up at the giant and back toward Maeve, "What is this place?"
Maeve shushed him, "Quiet."
"Alright," the giant spoke, "I've got your name and social. Let me just check your credit heerre..."
