The World Is Her Oyster - Sex Stories

The World Is Her Oyster

... stuff.”

“Jesus Christ, dude. Why would I want to imagine that?”

Also meanwhile, a Japanese politician’s voice was translated in real-time on the news. “Suicide prevention is a big concern for this administration. We have partnered with Quantum Industries to provide free companionship to every single man in Tokyo. Meet Kimiko, the love pillow that takes away your mess and your shame.”

And, on another channel: “New York City is proud to work with Quantum Industries to provide its homeless population with a clean, convenient and dignified way to urinate.”

And in the middle of nowhere: “See, Pops?” The kid hacked a loogie down the Quantum Fleshlight then shook it to show it was gone. “By golly, my boy, you’ve got y’urself a magic tube! Get our biggest funnel, there’s a hundred barrels of ol’ horse semen in the barn that the gov’ment don’t want me to dump in the lake.”

Weeks later: “You don’t think we should call the hospital, Father? She seems to be getting worse every day,” Olivia’s mother pleaded. Her indignation at her daughter’s public outburst had died down. She no longer believed God had chosen a suitable punishment for vaping in church. Now she just wanted her daughter to stop constantly vomiting egregious amounts of unholy filth.

Olivia wasn’t vomiting at this very moment, discounting the off-white rivulets from her nostrils, but only because the priest had taped her mouth shut to contain the evil and save his carpet. There was an ever-present panic in ...

... her eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep. Her throat made a swallowing motion every second like a beating heart. The buttons of her shirt had all snapped off, leaving her pale tits on display much like in the picture she had sent her boyfriend before this all started. A notable difference, though: the tummy under those pretty tits was no longer flat. It had inflated to the size of a beachball, the popped bellybutton looking like the inflation spout.

It took days of thrashing for Olivia to stop fighting against the bonds that tied her to her chair. Trying to explain the situation did not get her anywhere either, as every word turned to seminal excretions from her mouth.

“They won’t be able to help!” yelled the priest while shaking Olivia’s mom by the shoulders. “Clearly Olivia is possessed. How else could you explain throwing up a hundred times your body weight in foul-smelling bile every day without having eaten anything for weeks? There are unnatural forces at play here, and I’m afraid the only thing we can do for sweet, little Olivia

is pray. And continue to suck the evil out of her with the holy purifier.” The holy purifier was an industrial shop vac with its nozzle inserted deep inside Olivia’s colon through the back of her chair. Even its 1.5 horsepower could barely keep up with the intake of jism, and the large container had to be emptied regularly.

If Olivia could change one thing about her situation, it wouldn’t be her sore throat, or her stretching belly, ...