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These stories are part of a series of stories I once posted elsewhere. Only a few of them have any omorashi in them, and I don't think most of them are even online anymore. The series is about a woman who inherits an apartment complex, and finds out that most of the men who live there are some sort of monster. For some reason, this doesn't seem to terrify her, and instead she ends up flirting with them. There is explicit sex in nearly all of these, mixed with dubious consent. 

Characters to know:

Avery - Our female protagonist

Derrick - A Drider/Spiderman

Ivan - An invisible man

Alan - A tentacle monster, maybe an alien?

 

Avery's Apartment: Chapter P1

Handy Man (With Avery and Derrick)

Derrick stared at Avery from the darkness of his apartment. She didn’t know if he didn’t understand her request, so she gave him a moment, and then repeated it again.

“So, do you think you can fix it?” she asked.

Derrick stood up straight, his upper pair of arms brushed a chunk of hair away from his eyes, temporarily exposing the many sets of pure black orbs that dotted his face. The middle arms cupped his chin in thought. 

Avery had given up trying to notice his other arms when they weren’t actively doing something. Like Alan’s tentacles, there had to be some trick at play that made them seem normal until he wanted you to notice. Some other time she would have to ask how that worked. She took too much for granted.

“It just seems like a clog?” he asked, in that quiet and calm voice he maintained.

Avery shrugged, “I guess? It’s overflowing now, and I’ve tried the two tricks I know, jiggling the handle and lifting that plunger-thingy inside the back.”

“You’d be surprised how few people know what that is, or what it even does,” Derrick said, his head turning to look down the hall, even though he was still talking to her, “it’s actually called a…”

He looked back at Avery, and something made him stop talking. He swallowed, and then nodded, “Sure, I’ll come up and take a look.”

She smiled, clapping her hands in front of her, “Thanks Derrick. I can credit it to your rent if you’d like.”

He frowned, and put several hands on the door, “No, that won’t be necessary. Besides, I’ve still got repairs to do on this floor, right? We don’t need to exacerbate the bookkeeping situation.”

The door to his apartment started to close. 

Avery put a hand out, “Well I’ll see you then, soon?”

He nodded, never slowing down his attempt to shut the door, “I’ll be right up.”

“Thanks,” Avery said just before the door clicked closed.

She went back upstairs toward her apartment. It was embarrassing really, she didn’t know if she used too much TP, or if the old pipes just couldn’t hold out. Now her toilet was flooded, a puddle of clear liquid stretching across the floor. She had a ring of towels to keep the puddle contained, but at this point she didn’t want to go anywhere near it.

Hopefully Derrick was quick. It was hard enough maintaining the building and collecting rent, she still couldn’t get in contact with the ‘Right-O Plumbing’ company that her Grandpa Avery had listed in his file cabinet.

Plus, she didn’t want to have to make the two block walk to the burger joint if the two bottles of water she downed to stay cool came back to get revenge. 

Avery paced the hall up on her floor, stopping when she saw a man in a long brown coat and baseball cap heading toward the stairs.

“Ivan,” Avery said.

Ivan, covered in the same disguise she remembered from the first time she saw him sneaking back into the apartment, looked up at her. His face was obscured by shades and a cough mask. He looked like he was about to go out into a New York winter, but it was still sweltering outside.

“You’re going out in all that?” she asked as she walked over to him, “where are you even going?”

He tilted his head as she walked up, “Unlike you, some of us have to work for a living, Princess.”

She frowned and pointed at him, “What is it going to take for you to remember that ‘being an ass’ isn’t the best way to start a conversation.”

His cough mask curled up in a grin. It was odd to know his reaction without having to count on his snide remarks. Seeing Ivan smile would have been uplifting, if he wasn’t usually insulting her.

“Is class in session?” he said as he started to walk past her, turning to walk backwards as he went past, “because I didn’t bring the text, and your little summer dress number there is sending me mixed messages, teach.”

He made her look down. It wasn’t a ‘summer dress’, it was just long and flowing. She was tired of sweating through so many of her tops and shorts. 

She followed after him, “Hey, don’t be in such a rush.”

He didn’t fight her as she walked beside him down the stairs, “Make it quick. While I would love to chit-chat, I don’t want to be in this get up a second longer than necessary. It’s like a cotton sauna.”

Avery laughed, and she was surprised how genuine he could be when he wasn’t trying to be a creep. Maybe it was because he was distracted. His eyes were turned ahead, he was telling the truth, he was making a bee-line for the exit.

“I wanted to ask about Derrick,” she said, “you were helpful with Alan. What do you know about Mr. Hunt?”

Ivan chuckled, and turned to look at her as they came down the last few steps, “Outside of the fact that he probably considers you equal parts breeding partner and cuisine?”

She crossed her arms, and tried not to get too angry at the allegation, “He is coming up to work on the plumbing. Should I trust him?”

“Hell no,” Ivan said, before putting up a gloved hand in a peace sign, “But you won’t listen to me anyway. So, later.”

She stopped and watched him go to the door. There was something in his voice as he said that, she couldn’t tell if it was concern or something simpler. 

He opened the door, stopped, and turned to Avery. 

She couldn’t help but stand a little taller.

“Derrick keeps good control of himself. Guy is probably the smartest thing in the building. But giant spiders aren’t exactly built for impulse control. If he eats you while I’m gone, you owe me a blowjob.”

Avery sneered, “Go to work, jackass.”

He bowed his head, and walked out into the summer sun.

She walked back up the stairs, going over Ivan’s every word in her head. Derrick did seem to have a lot of books in his apartment, and he always had an opinion on any technical subject. Could he really be that bad at controlling himself?

Was Ivan even one to talk? He couldn’t even keep his pants on. She would see for herself. Maybe her first encounter with Derrick wasn’t the best, but then again Ivan did sneak into his apartment. 

Avery went back to her apartment and went to sit down on her couch.  The soft trickle of water in her bathroom reminded her that she had a crisis. She stopped herself before sitting, and went to stand in the bathroom doorway. She felt useless.

There was a knock at the door, and Avery went and opened it. Derrick was standing there, dark brown skin lit up by the sun beaming through the windows. His hair was still in his eyes, but looking up, she could see little hints of the many black orbs dotting his face. 

“I’m here to clear your-” he coughed, covering his mouth with a hand, while a second pair of arms held a tablet far away to keep it safe from anything that flew loose, “-clear your pipes.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but didn’t know if she was expected to laugh, or take him seriously. It sounded like a cheesy porn pick up line. 

Derrick looked away from her, “Sorry about that.”

Definitely pick up line.

He put his hands on his hips as he walked past her, and another set of arms brought the tablet up to his face, while adjusting his hair slightly so he could read. He had a tool-belt at his waist, and she could see his third set of arms sorting through them, maybe checking if they were all still in place. Focusing on his many arms was still difficult to do. When they were painting, she would forget he even had any extra arms, until he was pointing something out to her while putting new paint on a brush at the same time. It made her head hurt if she focused on it too much, it seemed easier to just let him do his thing.

Avery closed her door and turned to follow him.

“Wait!” Avery shouted.

He wasn’t wearing shorts with a tool belt, like she first thought.

Derrick turned, “Something wrong?”

“That’s a skirt!” she said, pointing in disbelief. 

That wasn’t the word she was looking for. No, she knew what it was, but she still couldn’t quite believe Derrick had one. It was a brown cotton skirt that went down to past his knees, covered in heavy pockets that now had his tools sticking out here and there.

“It’s a utilikilt,” Derrick said with an odd confidence, “they say they feel great in the heat.”

Avery frowned, “Do they?”

He smiled, his too-jagged teeth sticking out, “It would be better with a breeze. But it is an improvement.”

Avery had no response. Derrick looked at her a little longer, but didn’t say anything either. Then he turned back to the bathroom.

She walked up beside him as he looked at the flooding bathroom tiles. He brought his tablet up again, and plugged away at it for a moment before walking through the toilet water puddled on the floor.

He opened the top, reached inside, and twisted a knob. The toilet stopped making its usual running-water sound, and he set the top aside to look down inside.

She was a little nervous. It was humiliating to have someone going through her toilet, first of all. Still worse would be if her problem was as simple as turning a single knob and calling it good. She would have called him up, with all those tools, just for him to make her look like an idiot because she couldn’t google well enough.

Derrick fiddled around inside the bowl, reaching in to move this and that aside. 

While she made small circles just outside the bathroom, she watched as he plunged it, turned the same knob he turned before, and then tried to flush the toilet again.

She stopped and looked in. The toilet resumed flooding. There was a kind of relief there.

“Well, Avery,” Derrick said as he pulled up a wrench, “I know what isn’t the problem, which is a start. Be a darling, and grab me a towel or two to put on the floor.”

A darling?

“Oh, sure,” she said, going to her linen closet to get some of the older towels. She didn’t imagine she would want to use them again after this.

She held them out to him, and he looked down at her as he took them.

There was a pause before he said, “You really make a hard job feel easy.”

Avery couldn’t help but blush, “Uhm, what?”

Derrick stood up a little taller, opened his mouth, but nothing came out. In the end, he just grinned, and then turned around and laid the towels out on the bathroom tile. 

“I’m going to see if I can fix this without removing any pipes,” Derrick said, “it seems that typically, any clog or obstruction can be cleared with a little time and the right tools.”

Time. As if her body was waiting for the inconvenience, she felt a small ping from her bladder. Those bottles of water were only going to give her so much time. 

“How long do you think it’ll take?” she asked.

“Supposed to take a half hour,” he said as he fished around in his pockets for a what looked like a long metallic chain, “I would extend that forecast based on my inexperience, so forty-five to an hour.”

That would be fine. If she was only just feeling it, she could last for well over an hour without complaint. She let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, keep me informed.”

Avery went and sat down on her couch, keeping an ear out for any signs of trouble in the bathroom. All she got to hear was the occasional mumbling from Derrick, and the sound of him rattling around with the metallic snake. He plunged it into the toilet bowl, grunted as he rooted it around, and let out sighs of frustration whenever he pulled it free again. 

“Everything going okay?” Avery asked after Derrick was silent for a few minutes.

She leaned forward and peeked, and saw him put down his tablet on a shelf before his shoulders drooped. 

“Let me show you something,” he said.

Avery got up, and noted the increase in pressure below her waist. It had been about twenty-five minutes, well the show on TV was different, so possibly longer. Hopefully he just wanted to show her that he was wrapping up.

She went to see him, stepping over a puddle to get to the towel that was now a little soggy with water it had absorbed.

“What’s up?” she asked, trying to seem upbeat.

Derrick smirked. It was an odd expression on him.

“There was a lot of build up in there,” Derrick said with a nod, an arm pointing toward the bowl while a lower set of arms were confidently on his hips, “I’ve snaked it, and tried to erode it. The work wasn’t easy, but I think now one good plunging and you’ll be all clear.”

Avery’s eyes popped open wide, “Oh really?”

She took a step to the corner next to the shower and picked up the plunger there.

He nodded, “Go ahead.”

She waited for him to take a step back, pulled the toilet seat up, and went to work. She pulled and pushed, trying her hardest to grip the wooden handle. But it didn’t feel any different than when she had tried the same that morning. The water still made that suction slapping noise, and her hands started to hurt.

“Wait,” Derrick said, putting a hand on her shoulder, another hand touched her waist, and another touched her other shoulder, “move aside, This might need a strong hand.”

She let herself be moved, but she couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. Why even ask her to try if he was just going to shove her aside as soon as he could? 

Derrick took a deep breath, grabbed the plunger, and then made a hard press in, before pulling back out. There was actually a slight whine from the floor beneath the toilet. Fair enough, even if she didn’t like the way he was acting, that was impressive plunger-work.

He kept going at it, then finally stopped, turned to Avery, and held the plunger out. 

“Here, hold this for a moment.”

She took the plunger. She was at the point that she just wanted this to end, and to have her toilet back.

Derrick turned the water back on, then gave it a flush.

The bowl started to fill. 

Derrick coughed into his balled up fist. 

“Okay,” he said with a nod, before leaning back down and stopping the water flow, “t-that didn’t work. I’m going to have to open it up.”

Avery couldn’t help but let out a long sigh and squeeze her thighs. At this point she was sure it would be easier to leave Derrick locked in her apartment, and start her walk down the block. 

Derrick walked in front of her, and she looked up into his hair. She could catch a peek of his eyes back there, looking down on her. He put his hands on her again. It wasn’t just a comforting hand on the arm, he was holding her arms, shoulders, had a hand on her hip, another touching her hand where it gripped the plunger.

“Sorry,” he said, “I’ll fix it, okay?”

How important was this to him? She already had him helping to fix the wall he destroyed the first day they met, did he see this problem differently? 

“Of course,” Avery said with a nod, “I know you will.”

He looked away, and took the plunger from her hands.

He stood tall, then when he looked back at her again he had that odd confidence back on his face, “I mean, no need to get your hands dirty. Leave it to me, Avery.”

It was… cute. But also stunted, like he was reading a script. She took a step back, and watched as he went to his tablet and started to read through different notes he had there. Any hope she had that Derrick had previous experience working with plumbing were long gone, but now she was worried how much he knew about handiwork at all. 

Maybe it was her fault for assuming spiders would be good at building.

“I can go for a little bit, if you want,” Avery said, trying to find an excuse to step out for a minute, “you can fix it, and I’ll be back to see your work.”

He whipped around, “No! I mean, I wouldn’t want to have to wait to ask you if I had to do anything major.”

Major? Her heart skipped a beat.

“Plus,” he shrugged, “looking here, this will be short. It says twenty minutes tops.”

Twenty minutes was no time at all. She let out a long breath, and went over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. The apartment was getting warm, and if she was going to be stuck there, she had to at least be hydrated.

“Okay,” She said, “but, get it done right.”

“Understood.”

She sat down on the couch. At first Derrick was standing around, but then he started to pull out bigger tools, and she could see him looking for proper angles to get at the pipes on the toilet. She turned herself toward the TV, and took a cool drink of water. 

It felt stupid, considering her situation, but it was either that or melt before her toilet was fixed. Besides, even with the growing pressure that was turning into a pain in her lower stomach, she was sure she could last twenty minutes. This was important to Derrick. 

Still, she found it hard to concentrate on anything she watched. The pressure was getting to her, and no matter what plot was developing on the crime drama in front of her, she found herself shifting on the couch and fighting to get comfortable enough to ignore her bladder.

“Curses!” Derrick growled. The unnatural clicking that followed made Avery turn toward the bathroom. Derrick was flexing his muscles against a large wrench as if he was trying to snap it in half. His sharp teeth were showing, his jaw chattering. Then he noticed her gaze, and relaxed. He turned away from the doorway, and crawled beneath the toilet.

Avery went back to the TV. This episode was ending. How much time had it been so far? She squeezed her thighs, and tried not to count. She looked at her phone against her own will, made a mental note of the time, 2:25. When did he start? No, that wasn’t important.

The next show started, and Avery went to take another swig of water. The bottle was empty, she didn’t want to think about how long that would take to sit on her bladder. Another dozen ounces or so putting pressure on her. 

Still, the room was toasty. Avery fought the urge for another bottle of water, and fanned herself instead. Her dress felt clingy, especially around her collar and thighs. There was that annoying sense of moisture that no one wanted when they were actively avoiding adding a vast amount more moisture to their problems. 

The show, she needed to concentrate. Someone was kidnapped, and being held hostage. But for some reason the guy being held was staying put, despite there being no rope or handcuffs on him. She couldn’t remember what happened earlier, was his family in danger?

“Avery,” Derrick said.

Her attention snapped to him, a spark of hope in her chest. 

“Can you grab me a water?”

Her hopes were dashed. She looked at her phone, 2:45. He was already taking too long wasn’t he? No wonder she felt so uncomfortable. At best, he had mere minutes to meet his deadline.

“Sure,” she said as she stood up. Then she froze in place. Standing was a bad idea. Her bladder spasmed, and she had to fight not to throw a hand between her legs. All that time sitting down, she didn’t realize exactly how bad she had to go. Her legs locked together, and for a moment she just stood and squeezed, closing her eyes as she focused on the pressure.

Then the emergency subsided, and it was the normal mounting urge. She sighed, and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for Derrick, and one for herself.

She walked back to the doorway and looked inside. She suppressed a gasp. He was actually making a lot of progress. Avery tried hard to ignore what he was doing, she missed a lot of what he was actually accomplishing. 

For one, there was a webbing mat on the floor. She had to imagine that was because he was laying on his back under the toilet, and didn’t want to end up soaked. How she missed him actually laying a layer of webbing, she didn’t know.

The pipe at the u-bend was removed, and lying to the side, with some sort of tool sitting beside it. Derrick was peering into the pipe itself, several arms holding different pieces, tools, and the tablet. His shirt was sweat-ridden and tight to his chest. 

This also gave her another nice view. With his knees up, she could see up his...utilikilt. Not all the way, shadows obscured the best part. Though she had to wonder, did he have underwear on under there? He had to right?

She took a step closer, and leaned to the side, squinting as she tried to see just a little deeper. That outline, it was right there, bare as the day he was born, she had to imagine.

Her brain told her there was no way she could feel excitement while she was walking on eggshells due to the cracking dam inside her, but that didn’t stop the warmth spreading in her lower stomach. The fact that the two problems weren’t mutually exclusive was a little embarrassing.

“Derrick,” she said as she walked forward, the water held out for him. He moved to the side of the toilet and sat up. She looked down at him, “how is it going?”

He stood up, “a lot better,” he took the water and cracked it open. Watching him pour it into his mouth made her shift her hips. “there was a moment  where I wasn’t making any progress, but I’m getting there. I would give it another 25 minutes, tops.”

“Twenty-five?” Avery gasped, then regretted it, “but you…”

She cut herself off. The outburst took a lot of the strength out of Derrick’s shoulders, he looked like he was sinking with every syllable. She checked herself, squeezing her muscles down below, and the reply was not positive. Her muscles felt tired, and the beads of sweat trailing down body were a terrible reminder of what she feared would happen any minute.

“Okay,” Avery said, then bit her lip as another wave of pressure hit her. 

Derrick shuffled in place, then one of his hands ran a finger down her cheek.

“You have no idea how delicious you look when you bite that lip,” he said.

Avery’s heart thumped. Was he coming on to her, now? A line that cheesy was bad enough, but she felt like she could explode. It wasn’t the time. He sounded like a romance novel, a sickening one at that.

Their eyes met, for the most part, and then he turned back to the toilet, “but first, I’ll finish what I started.”

“Derrick,” Avery stopped him before he could even kneel.

He turned to look at her over his shoulder, “Yeah?”

“Have you been reading romance novels?”

He snapped back around, “What? No, of course not,” he said while his arms flailed into as many different ‘no’ signs as Avery was aware of, “never. I mean, not never, but I haven’t.”

Derrick turned around, and went down to his knees. His head drooped down, “What gave me away?”

“Besides you sounding like Fabio practicing his lines?” she said.

He laid down and went back on his back. He didn’t say or do anything, just laid there, looking up the pipe.

“I mean, why are you repeating book lines?” she asked, trying not to visibly shift too much.

He went back to work as he answered, “I guess I just, I’m not as impressive or interesting as the others. I don’t mean to tell you how to feel about them, or tell you how they feel about you, or any combination of predictive statements, but I wanted an advantage.”

His advantage was, terrible romance novel dialog? Avery couldn’t help but think that wasn’t the best plan. Then again, it was pretty cute. Even if she wanted to punch him in the arm a few times, he went out of his way to try. 

“Well,” Avery said, “I wouldn’t have called you up here if I didn’t like Derrick Hunt. Fabio can get in line.”

He stopped working and looked up at her. 

She smiled, then grabbed the front collar of her dress and fanned herself for a moment.

“It’s hot in here,” She said, “hurry up and finish, and no more one liners.”

“Yes ma’am,” Derrick said.

She went to sit back down, and cursed the motion of bending over as soon as she took it. Her whole body was protesting. But it felt so much better when she finally did sit. At least for a moment. The time was 2:55, and she didn’t know if she had another ten minutes in her. She would have to, especially since she didn’t know if Derrick could get the whole mess back together in less time than that.

She went back to the TV. It was the conclusion now, everyone was in a room yelling, a lawyer was present. Whatever had brought them to that point, she missed it all. She put a hand between her thighs and squeezed against it, pressing in with it as hard as she could. It didn’t seem to let her relax any, but the hold itself felt like one more barrier. 

Her thighs were flexing and relaxing, her waist shifting forward and back against the cushion. She wanted to sit on her heel, but at that point how would Derrick not ask questions? She was a grown woman, she would do what it took to hold it. That was all there was to it.

Especially after Derrick admitted he liked her, after their previous episode being a bit of a fluke She couldn’t humiliate herself in front of him. 

“Derrick,” Avery said after fighting a groan of pain, “we finishing up?”

He stopped working, “Oh, yeah I’m putting everything back now. Five minutes.”

She didn’t respond, she was too busy biting her lip and trying to hold back a crashing tide. It was starting to feel like any moment would be the end, her muscles were weakening, her hand feeling wet from the sweat collecting on her inner thighs. 

She didn’t want to think about the last time she wet herself. Her whole adult life, she had near misses. Her bladder wasn’t the largest. Still, she balanced that with constant bathroom visits, and avoiding idiotic situations like this. Even when she did get into trouble, she typically could find some public restroom to use.

Now there wasn’t enough time, she was going to find relief any second, she just knew it. The question was whether it was going to be in her bathroom, or on her couch.

There was a drop. It was a sensation that sent a shiver up her spine. She couldn’t tell if it was just a large sweat drop, or the beginning of the end. 

“Derrick,” she said with a hint of panic she couldn’t avoid.

“Okay, okay,” he said with a note of finality.

“Finally!” Avery said as she got up from the couch. 

Why didn’t she learn her lesson, standing was not smart. The pressure resettled, and she went from on the verge, to well over the edge. Avery’s thighs locked together, and she bunched her dress between her legs as she held her breath and squeezed with all of her might. 

A squirt escaped, and Avery’s eyes popped open in shock. Another followed, and she looked to the bathroom. She had to hurry, she needed to move.

Derrick was standing, but his tools were still everywhere. It didn’t matter though, the toilet looked intact, and that was the important part. She moved toward it as fast as she could.

“Are you okay?” Derrick asked, standing in the doorway, “you look like you’re going to be sick.”

Avery violently shook her head, stopping for a brief moment, “I just need to go.”

Derrick frowned, “Oh, well…”

“What?” Avery barked.

He looked away, “I mean, I thought I was finished, but it looks like it is still obstructed.”

Avery’s stomach sank, and her bladder pinged. 

Her back arched forward, but she kept her hands at her sides. She was going to get through this with some dignity.

“What?” she bit her lip as she spoke, every word tracking the incoming tsunami, “but you said…”

“I was going to apologize,” he said, “are you sure you’re okay?”

Avery nodded, looking at the toilet seat just a few steps away.

“I’m-” she squeezed her hands at her sides, the hiss of a second and a half long jet of piss striking her panties filled the forced silence, “-fine.”

It splattered as it hit the ground, and Avery’s face went beet red.

Derrick stepped out of her way without a word.

“Fuck it,” she said, running toward the toilet as she reached beneath her dress for her panties.

One of her legs stopped in place, a step away from the seat. She looked down, her dress pulled up to her stomach, a quarter sized dark spot against the cute red underwear. Her foot was stuck on the mat, Derrick’s mat. She jiggled her other foot, and realized it was the same.

“Derrick!” she shrieked as she struggled, her dress still held at waist level. Another jet came, this one longer, so strong it didn’t seem impeded by her panties at all. The streak of urine splashed against her leg as it released. 

“No!” Avery squeaked.

“Oh no,” Derrick said as he rushed to her side, “I’ll get you out.”

Tears were in her eyes as the dam burst. She spread her knees and bent forward in some vain attempt to minimize the mess. It was no help. No longer strong jets, she unleashed a spray. All the water she drank splaying out over the mat, her legs, her shoes, the edges of her dress. Her panties went dark, soaked to the waistband as more and more pee spilled out of her defeated bladder. 

A moan of relief escaped her lips, her thighs trembling, as she covered the mat with her voided contents. The heat from it all was impossible to ignore, her legs coated in her golden liquid. 

When the last drops slid from her lower lips, her hips shook involuntarily. She realized her eyes were closed. 

She turned and looked behind her, Derrick was standing there in shock.

Stinging tears built up, and Avery sniffled. This was terrible, everything she tried to avoid. It wasn’t just an accident, she didn’t have to pee in some alley or hide a mess that happened behind closed doors. She peed everywhere, right in front of him. The tears leaked in kind, and Avery let out a gross sob.

“Oh no, this is terrible,” Derrick said, running past her to the toilet, “I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot, a giant fucking idiot. Here.”

She looked up and saw he had a wad of toilet paper in his hands.

“What good will that do!” she sobbed.

Derrick came closer as she cried, “I’m so sorry Avery, this is all my fault. I didn’t think. Just get cleaned up, and I’ll forget this ever happened. It doesn’t matter.”

She covered her face and tried to stop the tears, but they kept coming.

He didn’t speak for a moment, then he let out a sigh.

“Then I’ll do it.”

She felt a hand on her dress. Then, she felt the paper towel against her inner thighs, sliding upward. It wiped once, twice, and then at once another paper towel went up the other leg.

Avery removed her hands long enough to slap at his arms, swinging wildly to get any of them she could. “Stop! Haven’t you done enough?!”

Then she saw it. Looking down at where his hands settled, there was a noticeable bulge tenting out the front of his kilt. 

“Are…” Avery felt a heat across her whole chest, “Is this turning you on? Do you get off on watching me humiliate myself Derrick?”

“No,” Derrick said shaking his head, a few hands swinging in the air, “no, no, It just happened.”

“Did you think maybe you would trap me here, and then try to paralyze me again?” Avery shouted, “are you some kind of freak?”

He looked down, his head still shaking, “No, I just… please, I want to help Avery.”

She didn’t know what to think, which only made her angry. All that heat she felt before, now it was back as rage, and she didn’t want to feel that. Still, she needed something, even if it was him gone.

“Derrick…” she said between gritted teeth.

“No,” he said, his hands all twisting over each other.

“Maybe you should go.”

“No!” he shouted.

Avery closed her eyes in frustration. Then she felt a pair of arms grab her, and when she opened her eyes again, a giant spider was in front of her. He was squeezed into the room, his torso on the wall above the toilet. He lifted Avery into the air, and she squeaked in surprise as he started to thrust her this way and that.

His jaw had split again, and that clicking was echoing against the ceramics. It was terrifying, but at once so fascinating. There was a moment there, just one, where she didn’t know if he would just bite her on the spot. Then she started to spin.

He was webbing her up again, but this time she wasn’t being knocked out. It was nauseating, the rapid spins, but her arms were soon wrapped to her sides, her shoulders hidden beneath the cocoon of webbing, her soaked dress snug against her body.

Except, unlike last time, this time her head was covered as well. She gasped as the world went white. She tried to yell, but all she could do was let out muffled grumbles. The spinning stopped, and she felt herself, upside down, moving toward her living room.

Then she was shoved against the wall, her back sticking there. Her legs were still free, and they fell forward from gravity. 

“I’m sorry,” she heard Derrick saying through the webbing, “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to make it right.”

She didn’t know what he meant at this point, and honestly, she was worried. She thought about Ivan’s warning. Grabbing her mid conversation looked a lot like losing control.

Then, she felt his hands on her panties. She shrieked and squirmed, but with her whole upper body wrapped up like a mummy, she couldn’t stop them from being pulled away. 

A warm wet touch went to her inner thigh, and then another near her ankle, another on the opposite thigh. Avery realized they were towels, wet with sink water, sliding over every bit of her legs. 

Again she tried to struggle, but it was no use. 

“I don’t want to do this,” he said, “I’m not a freak, okay. I just want to apologize.”

A towel went to her lower lips, and wiped away her accident in slow tender strokes.

She kept fighting, even as the warm sensation in her gut built up. She tried to ignore the soft touch of his hands as they checked how clean her exposed legs were after they cleaned. She tried not to moan as he made sweeping circles with the warm towel to her womanhood.

She pressed in with her thighs, and fought against him, but it was no use. She let out a soft moan, and Derrick stopped in place.

She grumbled loudly, but he didn’t do anything, just left her hanging upside down.

Then she felt his fingers pull her lips apart. Was he looking into her? It was humiliating just thinking about it. This wasn’t going to help get her clean, what was he doing?

He stepped closer. So close that the warmth of his body pressed against her web-covered face. She could almost swear she smelled a manly musk through the white silk.

Then she gasped as his tongue ran along her pussy lips. 

She mumbled against the cocoon, “Wait, stop!” 

He licked along the other side, and ran his tongue up her thigh before returning to center. His mouth covered her, sucking softly. Then his lips locked to hers, his tongue circling against her little button. It drove away her last bits of resistance, dredged up all the tension that had built up through her weird day. 

She couldn’t help herself, she moaned again as the pleasure mounted. Her thighs squeezed against his head.

He pulled himself free, and she grumbled as loud as she could. A hard appendage sliced at the webbing until her mouth was free. 

Avery took in a deep breath, “Derrick, no! I just pissed myself, that’s gross.”

He pressed against her again, and this time she was sure. The crotch of his kilt was against her nose and mouth.

“I cleaned you,” he said, “relax, I’m trying to fix what I did.”

He sucked at her little button again, his lowest hands rubbing at her sides through the webbing, his other arms massaging her legs and squeezing her butt. 

It was unfair. She couldn’t fight, her whole body was screaming that it was wrong, gross, she needed to be ashamed. But his tongue drove that away as it slid into her, stroked her from within, ran rhythmic patterns against her.

She was trembling, her mouth squeezed shut, her hands squeezed under the webbing.

“Derrick,” she whispered.

He didn’t hear. He ran the flat of his tongue hard against her, again and again.

“Derrick,” she whined, the musk getting to her. She bit out, catching the cloth covering his bulge in her lips and trying as best she could to move it out of the way.

He stopped. The moment without attention was enough to make her start wiggling her hips. She felt like a beast in heat, craving attention, craving him.

He lifted his kilt, and she could smell that his manhood was exposed to the air. She couldn’t see it, but it confirmed what she expected, going commando.

 “Do you need this too?” Derrick asked.

He moved his hips forward, and she was panting with her mouth open as his swollen tip bumped against her lips. She struggled to find the right angle, to let it slip inside. She greedily ran her tongue over every new inch as it entered her, then cleaned it again as it slid out. She could feel his every twitch and reaction as he started to thrust, the pure pleasure made her pubic muscles squeeze and release.

His hands were everywhere, touching exposed flesh and kneading cocooned flesh, guiding his expanding excitement into her mouth and teasing her clit as he bit at her thigh. 

She couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t escape the wall of pleasure he pressed against her. It was building, growing, expanding to something she couldn’t contain. Like before she was afraid of release and the relief it would bring, but for a whole different reason. 

What would this mean? Did she want the rapture that came from her pissing herself? Could she even stop herself?

The choice was beyond her. Derrick’s thrusts became harder, struck deeper, while his tongue dove as deep as he could.

Avery’s body answered for her, her toes curling, her thighs trapping Derrick against her. She started to move her head in rapid bobs, the excitement overtaking her. 

Derrick groaned, “Oh, wow, oh,” and she could feel that he was at his peak as well. He grew inside her, before the first hot globs burst into her throat. His groans of absolute pleasure just reinforced her own euphoria. Her back arched forward, she moaned into his manhood, her thighs twitched.

Then they were finished, both panting in her living room.

“I’m sorry,” Derrick said as he parted with her for a moment. He came back, another towel cleaning her lower lips again, then dabbing at the corners of her mouth where she couldn’t catch some of his escaping seed.

“Don’t be,” Avery said, “my fault as much as yours. Still, at least you made up for it.”

He chuckled, “Well, not quite yet. I estimate it will take me another… well to be safe why don’t I just say an hour.”

He stepped away from her, and she could hear him messing with his tools.

“Maybe you were right,” he said, low, “I did sort of enjoy watching that.”

She chuckled, and Derrick chuckled in kind. She heard the distant sound of his tool clinking against the pipes again.

“Wait,” She said, struggling against her webbing, “wait, Derrick. Let me down!”

She kicked her legs, trying not to think how she looked with her naked ass in the air, glistening from her own sweat and his fresh cleaning job.

“Derrick!” She shouted, “I need to pee again! Derrick, let me down!”

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This is the first and maybe only story I did from the POV of one of the monster boys. In this case, it is from Ivan's point of view.

 

Avery's Apartment: Chapter P2

Work Delay (With Ivan and Avery)

Ivan stood on the corner by a clean white house. The little suburban road was quiet, only the occasional car passing by. Most of the traffic was moms in yoga pants giving him dirty looks as they jogged past. 

At least, with the temperature dropping, he didn’t look nearly as weird in his coat. He had on two layers, plus his hat down low, and a scarf wrapped tight around his face. All together he looked practically allergic to being chilly. In reality, he just couldn’t risk someone realizing that if they tried to look him in the eyes, they would see through to the back of his hat. 

He pretended to look at his phone, occasionally looking up at the house across the street. There was a car in the parking lot, a sexy red piece that had pulled in a half hour ago. 

Usually, he got work because people just don’t trust each other. One guy thinks his wife is a little too happy despite the fact they haven’t done the nasty for a few weeks, and Ivan follows the missus for a while before reporting back that it was all nothing and their marriage was safe. Well, besides their complete lack of trust.

Except this time. Ivan was preparing to leave the place when a sports car pulled up, and a man in a trashy tracksuit jumped out. So now he was watching the windows for any kind of proof to take back to his client.

A bleep came from his phone, and he saw a text from Avery pop up. Ivan felt his chest tighten for a moment. He didn’t even need to open it to know she was pissed. The preview read ‘where are you?’

He went to reply, taking a look around before removing his glove and typing with one invisible hand, ‘jobs gone long be there soon’.

With a swipe he closed it. Avery wanted to help him search through some files a client had in an old office building on the edge of town. No matter how many times he told her it was a stupid idea, that she didn’t know what she was doing, and that clingy didn’t look good on her, she insisted. She kept trying to pry into his business. Even if the help was nice, it was only a matter of time before she asked some questions she didn’t like the answer to, and got mad at him for telling the truth. 

Happened before with old man Avery, and she was just him with a nicer butt, and a mean streak. 

Ivan shook that thought out of his head. 

Another text. He let out a sigh and popped it open. It said, ‘freezing and you have the key’.

Then right after she sent another one, ‘hurry up’.

Didn’t she know he had a job to do? He shot her a quick, ‘ok’ and looked up to the windows again. It was still broad daylight, so the odds of someone doing something dumb by their windows was reduced. If the client didn’t have an alarm system, he would have gone inside. Unfortunately, he didn’t get access to the building, so he was stuck looking like a weird stalker. Well he was a stalker. He was just being paid for it.

Sometimes though, people were complete morons, and managed to get themselves in trouble. He could see movement behind the curtains of the living room window, and he pulled out his phone and opened the camera. He tried to look relaxed, he didn’t want them to see him taking snaps. 

Soon the door opened. It was the track suit man, his jacket off and in his hands now. He had the most satisfied grin on his face, definitely a guy who just got his rocks off. Before he could walk out, a woman’s hand grabbed him and dragged him back behind the door. The wife leaned out and gave him a kiss, and Ivan snapped a few rapid shots. She waved goodbye, and the man walked backward while saying something he couldn’t make out from across the street. 

Ivan got all of it before the guy jumped back into his sports car. He was going to take a picture of him driving away, but then he noticed a call coming through.

His phone was on silent, for obvious reasons, but that didn’t stop Avery from trying to ruin his investigation. He denied the call, and then watched the windows to see if anything more was going to happen. The door was shut, the blinds closed. He had enough for now, that would get him paid, even if it didn’t bode well for some poor schmucks wedding vows.

Ivan walked down the block toward the bus stop. It wasn’t a long ride to Avery, then she could yell at him for a little bit, and then he would get back to work. 

A voicemail notification came up, and he called into his messages.

“Ivan, come on where the hell are you? It is freezing out here!” she grumbled in the message. He could hear her moving around, almost like she was pacing. There was the scratching sound of her moving the phone from ear to ear, and she was practically hissing at him. “Did you know all the businesses around here are shut down? There’s not even somewhere I can go to sit down and wait. I swear if you left me out here on purpose I’m going to fu-.”

She stopped, and there was the sound of a car coming by. She sounded more pissed than he expected. Her voice came back, higher and softer this time, “Just hurry, okay? Please.”

That was the end of the message. 

She sounded a little strange. He sent her a text, ‘omw now’. 

He tried to think about what could be going on. The office wasn’t in the best neighborhood. It was possible she was just scared. Not a lot of daytime crime in that area though, she was worried for nothing. Plus, he knew from experience she could defend herself pretty well if someone tried to perv on her. 

There wasn’t much he could do. He didn’t drive, not after the last time he almost got pulled over. Not easy explaining to a police officer why you won’t look them in the eye. That was a bullet he didn’t want to dodge again. The bus would be there soon enough.

Maybe she was just that cold. Knowing her she probably wore some shorts or one of those little skirts of hers to go out. As much as he liked those smooth little legs of hers, she had a bad habit of leaving them out even when the weather was against her. She probably didn’t like being constricted in jeans. Which was a little hypocritical considering how often she made him put on pants.

The bus was pulling up, and Ivan brought his hat down low as he jumped on and threw some coins in. He grabbed the transfer slip and moved to the back.

Another text, ‘Ivan. hurry.’

He shook his head, ‘Yeah let me just jack the bus. lol’

He sat back and tried to close his eyes and relax, but then another text came in.

‘Not funny, jackass.’

He tossed back a winky face, and then looked at the time. He would be there within twenty minutes. Less if the bus didn’t have a lot of people to pick up. 

Ivan’s phone chimed again, and he pulled it out and saw the preview, ‘I hate you. If I…’

He opened it, and he had to suppress a laugh at the full message. ‘If I piss myself because you can’t be on time I’ll kill you’. 

That was the one angle he didn’t expect. She was just mad because she had to pee. No wonder she was doing all that fussing in her messages. Wow, just like a woman to dance around instead of doing something about it. Ivan shook his head.

He wrote back, ‘go to the burger joint down the street idiot’. 

There wasn’t even a chance for him to put his phone away before he got back, ‘tried’ and then ‘closed’.

It was the middle of the day though. He replied, ‘at 2?’

‘Closed down boarded up!’

Okay, that was unexpected. He really liked the burgers there, and they had those real milkshakes that were so thick you almost needed a spoon. Plus it meant the next nearest place was so far away she might as well have jumped on a bus as well. The rest of the neighborhood was a bunch of boarded up shops and little offices for real estate agents and advertising companies. 

He thought for a minute, then sent her back, ‘Isn’t there an alley over there?’

‘Gross’ she replied fast.

‘Better than ruining your skirt?’

He was getting close now. Ivan scooted over to the window, and looked out. It was a bit of a walk over to her from the stop.

‘You watching me?’ She asked, ‘Ivan!’

Despite the situation, he had to laugh. Seemed he was accurate about the skirt. Plus it was easy to see how desperate she was from the tone of her texts. They were getting shorter, angrier. She probably had one hand shoved between her thighs, holding herself while she typed with the other. 

He could just imagine it. Her bent over, butt shaking back and forth as she tried to hold it in. Those exposed thighs of hers wouldn’t do her any favors, probably covered in little goosebumps. 

As his stop came up, he realized he had a little chub in his pants. 

“Okay, more of a perv than I knew,” He whispered to himself as he adjusted his groin and walked to the front of the bus. 

He told himself it was the thought of Avery herself that brought it on, and not anything else. After all, he had rubbed one out more than enough times to the image of that tight ass of hers. Her being desperate for a piss just made her pop it out for all to see.

Another text, ‘Ivan hurry plz hurry’. 

Desperate seemed like the best word. It was almost like she was begging. What if he didn’t show up? He had all the power in this case. He typed out a text, ‘What if I don’t?’

But then he erased it. She would be furious. Or worse, she would think he was genuinely an asshole, and never forgive him. He was already in the doghouse, doing that would just toss her into the arms of that hentai-monster living on the top floor. He would find her one day, writhing in a mess of gooey tentacles, popping out xenomorph eggs from every hole.

He shook his head, that was a weird thought for another night.

Ivan started to hurry, he was close after all. He rounded a corner, and when he looked down the sidewalk he could actually see the blurry outline of Avery off in the distance. 

She was wearing a little brown jacket, but her legs were definitely out. She was also hunched over, her legs wrapped around each other. 

He was going to call out to her, and run, but then he saw an alleyway. 

This was a golden opportunity. It wasn’t like this was something he could see up close every day, she didn’t run around her apartment needing a piss. He wanted to say he didn’t like it, but his pants were tight, and there was a warmth in his lower stomach. This was something he needed to work out.

He ran into the alley, stripped down, and then moved over to get closer. He slowed down when he got close enough that she could hear him. By that point he could make out everything. The skirt was blue, with little white polka dots. It was short, stupid short for the weather. If he thought he had the time, he could probably get on his knees and see her panties that easy. 

She was dancing back and forth, from one leg to the other. Both hands were jammed between her legs now, and he could see the muscles in her thighs were tensed hard. She was hissing with every breath, and making slight turns. Her eyes kept closing, and then opening wide and looking around as if afraid someone might see her. Maybe she was looking for him?

Avery pulled her phone out, thought about typing a new message, then shoved her hands, phone and all into her crotch as she bent over again. 

“Damnit, no no no,” She whispered, “where are you, where are you, no!”

She was losing. It was… kind of hot. Her cheeks were flushed, her legs were shivering, and she kept making little panicked mewling noises. 

Ivan pinched his left finger with his right hand, and nodded to himself. He kneeled down, and like he thought, could see her panties. They were light blue. There was no denying he was at full attention now.

“Ah, oh oh, no.” Avery gasped as she held on tighter.

Ivan thought he could almost see a small dark drop, not even the size of a penny, appear on her panties. But then she swayed her hips, and it moved out of view. 

He had to end this. He stood up, and took a deep breath. There was no simple way to say ‘sorry I was hiding right in front of you, but I’m done now.’

“Hey Avery,” he said.

She almost jumped, turning toward him fast and taking a startled step back, hands in the air as if caught in a crime.

“Oh shit!” She gasped.

Then there was an unmistakable hissing sound. 

Avery’s face went red, and her hands shot back to her groin and her eyes shut as if that would hide her from him.

“Ivan!” She shouted, “you bastard I…” she couldn’t even finish the sentence. For a brief moment, but one he definitely noticed, her face went serene, almost sensual. Her eyes opened part way, and her chin tilted up just a little, and Ivan heard another long hiss of liquid hitting cotton.

“Hey, sorry I took so-” He started.

“Shut up and open the door! So I don’t… so I can…” She was gasping, and could barely get anything out.

Ivan was stunned, watching the mix of panic and relief going across her face, the intimate expressions flashed as she tried to get a hold of herself. But she was right.

He patted himself down, and touched only skin.

“Oh, shit,” Ivan whispered.

“What?!” Avery said as she looked up to about where he was.

“The key is back in my pants babe, like a block away,” He was grinning, and he hoped she couldn’t hear it in his voice. 

But it seemed she couldn’t concentrate on that. Her eyes were welling up with tears now, and she made a slow turn away from him.

“I can’t, I’m… don’t look at me, asshole. Turn around.”

Before she even had her back turned, he could see the moment she truly gave up. She pulled the skirt from between her legs. Even when pissing herself, she wanted to save it. 

Her thighs were trembling, and she kept them locked to each other. But then he saw her grow real still for a moment, then start shivering again. Another stop, and this time he could see it, the long trail of liquid forging a path down her beautiful legs. It curved down, from just beneath her ass, to beneath her right knee, and then went all the way to the outside before hitting the ground.

“Damnit, damnit,” Avery whispered, “I hate you!”

Her arms were tensed, her hands in balled up fists. Then he saw her right hand unclench, and the little rivulets became a stream. It came down her legs for a moment, then became a direct flow from her panties to the pavement. The growing puddle was letting off steam as it warmed up the cold ground. 

He was mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she gasped with relief, her head tilted down to watch her own expulsion. Her legs adjusted halfway through, opening wide to let it fall as it may. It started to hug her right leg like before, soaking one shoe and almost ignoring her left side. 

As it started to slow down, she whispered to herself, “So gross, just disgusting. This is so terrible.”

He didn’t want to leave, but he knew if she finished and he still didn’t have that key, he was as good as dead. Plus he needed a head start, because there was no way he could run with the invisible sausage he was packing. 

He went and grabbed his clothes and came back. Avery was squatting, her face in her hands. She sniffled as he got close.

“Hey, Avery,” He said as he put a hand on her shoulder.

She knocked it away, “Leave me alone.”

“Come on,” He said, “come clean up inside. It’ll be warm.”

She didn’t look at him, but she uncovered her face. He could see that she was crying, her eyes getting red. 

“Yeah, I’m sure my comfort is real important to you, Ivan.”

He tapped his foot. Unsure exactly how he could get himself out of this one. 

“We can dump your undies in some random box in here, let the old fart that hired me find them. Sounds fun right?”

She hugged herself, and shook her head, “Fuck off.”

He went and opened the door, and tossed his clothing inside. Then he walked back over and put a hand on each of her shoulders.

“Look, I’m sorry. Didn’t see this happening, okay? Next time I’ll… I’ll leave the stake out early if I have to.”

She sniffled, and wiped her nose, and then looked straight up in a best attempt to look him in the eyes.

“Really?” She asked.

He took a deep breath, “I mean, if you tell me what’s going on, definitely. No one should go through this, you’re making me feel like a douche.”

She stood up, and her legs seemed wobbly. Ivan grabbed her arms to keep her steady. Her face was so red, she seemed so vulnerable. 

“I guess it’s only kind of your fault,” She said. Then she hugged him.

He wasn’t expecting that, but it wasn’t unwelcome. He hugged back, squeezing her tight. He enjoyed the intimate moment, she smelled nice. He meant it, she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to have to deal with any of them, him especially.

“Ivan,” she whispered.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Why do you have an erection?”

He froze up and didn’t say a word. An unfortunate instinct in the case of true danger.

“Does me crying turn you on or something?” she asked as she looked for his eyes. It really threw him off how good she was at finding his face.

He shook his head, “Of course not, what am I, a pervert?” He said as he rubbed her back, “that skirt you’re wearing may as well have a picture of your ass as the pattern.”

She hit him, but he saw a small grin as she backed off and headed for the door.

He followed behind her, watching the soaked skirt hug to her butt as she walked, “Plus if I’m honest, you look like you’re cumming when you piss yourself.”

“Ivan!” 

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This story is probably the biggest blend of the sex stuff and omorashi. If you don't want actual penetration, turn back now! It also was part of a series of side stories that don't deal with Avery herself. Instead it has other monsterboys that live in the apartment.

 

Avery's Apartment: Chapter P3

Snake Charming (With Tammy and Seth)

 

Tammy shuffled the popping pieces of sausage around on the pan before sliding them all onto a large plate. They kept sizzling long enough for her to fork over the few that were stubbornly sticking to her cookware. 

“Are they ready?” asked her daughter behind her.

She turned around to face little Isis, who was sitting at the dining room table with a hungry look in her eyes. There was a serving plate of scrambled eggs there, and Isis already had some eggs shoveled to her own plate. 

“Your teeth brushed?” Tammy asked as she walked over.

Isis nodded, her eyes watching the swaying plate of meat.

“Bed made?” Tammy added.

Isis rolled her eyes, “Of course mom!”

Tammy put the plate of sausages down on the table, and Isis practically hissed as she moved two of them over and started biting into them with a child’s savagery. Tammy tousled her brown curls.

“You’re better than your brother,” Tammy said, before throwing in, “don’t eat too fast, you’ll choke. Where is your brother?”

She didn’t know where her son, or her husband were. They were always more lethargic, it was no surprise. At least one of them was hard to miss.

“Honey! Ray! Breakfast, hurry or you’ll be late.”

She left Isis to her violent eating noises, sure the nine year old couldn’t get into any trouble in the few seconds she would be away. Tammy walked around the corner to look into the living room and saw her husband, Seth, balled up on the floor next to the couch. Never failed.

“Seth!” She yelled, and one of his eyes lazily opened, “breakfast, come on, family time.”

His eye slid back closed.

“Don’t make me throw things, I’ll do it!” she called.

He nodded, and slowly sat up. It was one of those moments where it was hard to see him for what he was. At first he was just a man in a white T-shirt and crocodile pajama pants, stretching as he stood to his full height. 

Tammy blinked, and his brown skin turned yellow and black near the sides of his face, fading into dark scales. He rose and rose, his scaled serpentine lower half uncoiling until he nearly reached the ceiling. He held his arms out and yawned, his teeth clattering as his mouth shut. She blinked again, and he was back in pajama pants.

“Coming,” he grumbled as he followed her back to the dining room.

Isis had devoured her eggs, and was going back for more.

“Don’t overeat,” Tammy said, “you guys are going to be late for the bus.”

Isis looked up at her father as he came to the table. Tammy never knew what her daughter was seeing, but she always figured it was closer to the truth. She often watched his lower body, watched him slither. 

Her daughter didn’t have to slither, and she was a little thankful for that. 

“Ray!” Tammy called, “hurry.”

Isis’s eyes turned to solid black orbs before she bit down half a piece of sausage in one go. 

“Are you hungry dad?” Isis asked over a mouth full of food.

Seth was face first on the table, ignoring the plate of eggs in front of him.

“Seth,” Tammy said, “your daughter is talking to you.”

He looked up, “I’m good baby, eat as much as you want.”

Tammy was tapping her foot now, watching the door to the kid’s bedroom. She took a step over to it, but then it slid open. Her teenaged son practically crawled out, wearing his school uniform, backpack already on his back. 

“Your hair is a mess,” Tammy said, “were you hoping to just slither out of here?”

Ray yawned, and ran a finger through his close shaved hair a few times before finally rising to standing at the table. “Doesn’t matter mom.”

“Brush your hair,” Seth said, halfway grumbling, “you look like a fool.”

Ray rolled his eyes, but fished in his backpack for a wooden brush with fine bristles. He showed it to his father, who seemed content with that proof of intent.

Ray grabbed two sausages off the plate, and popped one in his mouth, before murmuring around the meat, “We’re gonna be late.”

“Right!” Tammy said, reaching over and grabbing Isis’s backpack and pulling a half eaten piece of sausage out of the little girl’s mouth. The look of disappointment on the little girl’s face was quickly replaced with panic as Tammy yanked a coat onto her.

Isis tightened her coat, put on her backpack, and started for the door.

“Hey,” Tammy said, walking in front of the girl and cleaning her eyes of morning gunk, “it’s getting cold outside. What are the rules?”

Isis let out an exhausted breath, “Keep my coat on outside, always stay warm.”

“And?” Tammy added, a finger up.

Her daughter looked at her brother, who made a motion like grinding his teeth. 

“Eat if I feel sleepy.” Isis said.

Tammy gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Good girl.”

The door opened, and both their kids headed out into the hall. Ray stopping right away and looking at someone out there.

“Hey, hi, Avery.” Ray said. It was the landlady. The boy had some sort of crush on her.

Tammy closed the door, leaving it at just a crack. She could barely make out the landlady asking about Seth.

“Naw, he is still sleep,” Ray said, “anyway, I have to get the brat to the bus.”

She clicked the door closed, and walked back over to the table. She moved some sausages onto Seth’s plate, shoveled a few eggs next to them, then went to the far side and pulled up a chair to sit down. 

He stood up, yawned again, and then stuck a piece of sausage in his mouth. He chewed for a bit, his eyes barely open.

“These are good,” he said after he swallowed, “thanks for handling the morning stuff. I know it’s your day off.”

Tammy took a deep breath, and bit into a forkful of scrambled eggs. She was fine with it, doing morning housework on her day off. But it wasn’t like she got the morning off other days. Seth was usually there, sleep, while she made sure Isis and Ray ate cereal before they all left.

She knew cold weather was hard on him. Something about hibernation. Well, it wasn’t quite hibernation, there was another word for it, but effectively his whole body was sluggish. But he was too conservative with their money to do more than sleep under the heat vent in the living room. When they were younger, she could remember blasting the heat through winter, staying under blankets all day, and pretending it was the middle of summer outside!

“What’s your plan today?” Seth asked before he downed another sausage.

She thought about it, she really needed to clean their bedroom. Not that he spent a lot of time there. They discovered his weight was buckling part of the metal bed frame, it was warping from years of him splaying out across the mattress. Though she didn’t miss nearly getting shoved off the bed every night, she did miss those nights where he would wrap around her for warmth. 

“We could clean up the bed,” she said, “maybe I can fix the supports while I’m down there.”

He looked toward the living room. It wasn’t just where he took his naps, but where he kept his laptop. That’s where he did all his writing, how he got paid. 

“I’m ahead of schedule,” he said, “I can take the afternoon off.”

He was calm, quiet, composed. Well, no, he was sleepy and lazy. It wasn’t her usual Seth, the passionate Snake-man that she fell in love with, moved in with, started a family with. He was practically a wild animal back then. The first night they were together, it would have been more accurate to call it a consensual attack. 

Now Tammy was afraid she had him domesticated.

“You know, once we have the bed clean,” Tammy began, looking over the table at her scaled husband, “we could make it messy again.”

She lifted her eyebrows at him. When Seth looked up, he had a look of utter confusion on his face, as if she just told him a riddle. He looked at her for a few seconds, then gasped.

“Oh honey,” he said, “I’ll barely be of use there. Like… sorry, you know.”

Tammy nodded, “Yeah I get it.”

She looked back at her food. Her next thought was all the chores she had to finish, cleaning the kid’s room, get everything off their bed, she could fix it first, vacuum both rooms, dust at the end. She could save dishes until after dinner. 

Seth cleared his throat, and Tammy looked up. He had something to say, maybe he realized she wasn’t satisfied with that last answer?

“I mean, we can plan something,” he said, “have a night out, go to a hotel maybe.”

She rolled her eyes, “A hotel? I’d be fine with the couch, or right here on the table. Anything at this point.”

He grimaced at the thought, “The couch? Can you imagine if we left a mess? What if the kids saw it after?”

She could see a shiver go down his body at the thought. Tammy sighed, shook her head, and aggressively bit into her food.

Seth leaned forward, “I’m sorry, we can try, if you want. I’m just always so tired, it has nothing to do with you Tam. You know I love you.”

She could feel something in her teeth, she would have to brush them again. She kind of had to pee, but she really wanted to clean the toilet seat first. Teenage boys have terrible aim. 

Tammy could hear Seth’s fingers drumming. It was a rhythm, his rhythm. It was a little tune she learned from him, and she realized he tended to thump it out whenever he had anything on his mind. 

He finished his food and grabbed the plates at the table, taking them over and washing them as she finished her last little bit. 

Seth yawned, and Tammy nodded as if in response.

“Go ahead, you can help me closer to noon.” she said as he stood beside her. She didn’t bother to look at him. 

He stood there for a moment, then wrapped an arm around her and leaned in for a kiss.

Tammy turned and kissed him. His lips were lukewarm.

She nodded toward the living room. 

He slithered past her, and headed back to his spot. He coiled back down, sleeping on a pile of himself.

She played around on her phone as she finished eating, but by the end of it she could hear light snoring from his side of the apartment. She leaned in and looked at him, he was so peaceful when he was asleep. It made her mad how she reacted, how the little differences that had excited her when they were teenagers were now making their lives difficult. 

Well, they were making their own lives difficult. He would get up later, when the sun was high, and move around like a zombie until it was time for dinner. She could already see him, and knew he would only kind of be of help. 

But it wasn’t his body’s fault. It was them being stingy with their heat bill, and him fearing the kids knowing they were two adults, and her always making everything a strict schedule.

Tammy tapped her foot for a minute, thinking, fighting with herself. She stomped over to the thermostat and turned it up to high. With enough time, the apartment would be a little sauna. At least then he wouldn’t have an excuse for not helping her out.

Maybe she could get done early, and then take a break instead of wasting her whole day. 

First, she was going to pick up the kid’s room. It was terrible in there, with a mix of little girl toys thrown everywhere, and the discarded clothing of a teenage boy. It didn’t take long into the exercise for Tammy to start feeling the heat pick up in the apartment. 

She went out and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in a few gulps. It was refreshing, and she probably needed it to make sure she could actually finish all she had to do. She managed to fill a whole trash bag, make a hamper full of dirty clothing, and get all of Isis’s toys cleaned up. It felt great.

The apartment was getting warmer than she expected. It was the combination of her turning the heat up, plus moving around everywhere. It was probably helping with the stress of the clean up job, but it was also making her too sweaty for the early morning.

She stood in the kitchen, thinking about what was left to do. It wouldn’t be long before she could wake Seth up, make him help. A naughty thought came to mind. It wasn’t like anyone would see her moving around the apartment, she could easily strip down to just her panties and a long shirt. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could get a rise out of her husband when he woke up.

Tammy realized she was dancing around a little, and not to any music. She still had to pee, and all that water didn’t help her any. She told herself she was going to clean the toilet first, that was probably why she forgot. She could strip down, and then get to that.

Tammy went to the bedroom, ripped off her shirt and reached into a drawer for one of Seth’s. It was long, comfy, and fell down her hips. She let out a sigh, then unbuttoned her pants. The relief was immediate, so much pressure gone. She pulled them down and gave herself a pat on her lower stomach before kicking the pants away.

She heard a jingle and then a metal click. Something from her pocket? She got down to her knees and looked beneath the old rickety bed frame. Glittering near a support bar in the middle, the only thing that made it possible for Seth to sleep on it at all, were her keys. 

“Damnit!” she whispered. She couldn’t just leave those down there.

Tammy reached beneath the bed. It was pretty far, but it was at a distance where she should be able to reach it without having to put her head under the bed. She pushed her ear against the mattress and tried to reach. She could just feel part of the ring, but couldn’t reach it.

She peeked down again, and could see that somehow, the keys had slid to a spot just past the support beam. It was almost like a group of pegs, close together, to hold up the center weight of the king sized mattress. 

Tammy took another deep breath, then reached in until she could feel the ring of the keys again. She got down until her head was at risk of being squeezed under the bed. The keys were right next to one of the pegs, she pulled at the peg it until it shifted out of her way, making the whole bed give out a metal creak. But, she could at least move her fingers past it. She reached blindly, and felt her finger bump against the keyring and slide it a little further. She mumbled a few curses before pushing her arm further. Anymore and it was going to hurt. She got her wrist past the peg, and was able to get a grip on the keys. 

“Yes!” she hissed before moving her wrist up. Which bumped something, and made the peg slide back into place. A hard pressure clamped down on Tammy’s wrist, making her gasp. The peg sliding back to its original location was clamping it down on her. She tried to turn her wrist, but all that did was let the peg move further back into place. At least it wasn’t hurting anymore, but no matter what she did, the bed had her pinned down at the wrist.

“No, no no, come on,” she said as she yanked with all the strength she could. But with her head almost under the bed, and her arm stretched to its full length, she had no leverage. “come on, this is… come on!”

She tried letting go of the keys, that didn’t help. She tried moving the peg again, but now it seemed more resistant to her shoving it around. She couldn’t get her other arms under the bed in any meaningful way. Instead she was stuck with her ass up in the air, unable to really turn her head, and unable to get her arm free.

“Seth?” Tammy called out. She knew there wouldn’t be an answer. When he was out nothing short of a fresh cooked leg of chicken under his nose would stir him out of his sleep. She didn’t know if that was just a human thing, or a snake thing, but she rarely saw him get up early unless there was less than a minute delay between him waking up and biting into flesh.

“Seth!” she shouted louder, still nothing. It was worth a shot. She had to do something. She could wait until he woke up naturally, but at this point the heat was getting to her. The apartment felt like she was next door to a hot tub.

Worse than that, she never got a chance to go to the bathroom! She tried to ignore it, but her bladder was definitely full to bursting. All the water, all the moving around, and removing her pants was just giving it more room to expand. 

If she kept struggling, the bed was bound to give. It was falling apart, that’s why she wanted to try to fix it. No way it would hold up if she kept pulling. Tammy struggled, pulled, did violent yanks followed by slower twists and turns of her wrist. It didn’t matter, the best was able to do was hurting her own wrist. 

“Seth, come on!” she shouted. The thought occurred that she could try to call for someone outside the apartment, but the chances of them hearing were even lower. She could try to send a message to the room below her, but in the middle of the day, her downstairs neighbors were likely gone. 

She used her free hand and thumped on the floor. She did it again, this time in quick succession, something like knocking. She hoped for some sound of annoyance from below, someone moving around. She got quiet and listened, but there was nothing. She was alone.

More thumps, more shouts to Seth, none of it worked, and time was passing. A sting of pain went through her bladder, and Tammy gave up. She was going to have to hold herself. She was trying to pretend it wasn’t a problem, she kept her thighs closed and hoped for the best. But doing the Extended Dog pose was fine for a yoga stretch, not so much for keeping the contents of your bladder contained.

Tammy took her free hand and held it against her crotch, then tightened her thighs again. She was sure it helped more mentally than physically. Still, she was at the point where she felt like even a little relaxation was going to end with a wet spot on her panties.

Worse, if she did the unthinkable, what would happen to the carpet? She would probably have to scrub it clean, or rent a floor cleaner. The idea was mortifying. Would she have to explain it to that nosy landlady? What if she realized it was piss? Isis was too old to blame it on her.

Another pulse went through her lower stomach, and Tammy winced as she focused and squeezed her legs. Thinking about it too much wasn’t helping.

She needed to get free, for the sake of her dignity. She pulled with all her might, and almost felt the peg give way and move. She grabbed the edge of the bed with her free hand, pulled harder. But then the pain became too much. She let go, and sank to the floor in frustration.

Her right leg was wobbling at the ankle, her thighs were squeezed tight, and her wrist hurt like hell. She put her hand back between her thighs and squeezed back against the fabric of her panties. A hard squeeze, and the wave of pressure subsided. She wasn't going to lose it, she didn’t have to.

She needed a plan, she needed to think. She closed her eyes, and pulled her hand away from her groin and put it against the floor. Her palm started to thump softly against the floor, little beats, a mindless pattern to put her mind at ease between the different types of building panic. She was sweating, her whole pubic region felt like a bundle of muscles that were threatening to give out, and her wrist had to be red and raw. 

There was a hissing noise in the next room.

Tammy’s eyes popped open. It was Seth, he was awake. Well, no, it was still too early for that. It was more likely he was just stirring. She looked at her free hand, the beat. Could he hear her pounding on the floor?

“Seth!? Honey, come in here and help me!” she shouted as she beat on the floor more, “come on you big dumb dumb, wake up before I piss myself!”

She kept thumping on the floor, beating out that same pattern they always did. 

The hissing, it was definitely there. She could hear movement too, he was up and moving. She kept beating as he seemed to get closer and closer.

“Come on Seth, I’m in our room! Wake yourself up!” she said.

Then her bladder contracted again, and Tammy’s hand shot to her groin as she squeezed down to fight the pressure. She found herself also hissing, the pressure was unbearable. She really was in trouble, but at least Seth was on his way.

His hissing got super loud, and if she didn’t know Seth better, it would have even been alarming. She could feel his presence in the room, but with the way her head was positioned she could barely see him at the doorway.

“Okay Seth,” she said with a nervous chuckle, “no gawking, but I’m stuck. I need you to help me-”

He got closer, and she could see him if she craned her neck enough. His eyes were almost solid black, with little bits of yellow on the sides. His mouth was open, and she could see his long fang-like teeth just past his lips. His tongue flickered out. 

“Seth?” she whispered. Her husband wasn’t in there.

His body whipped forward, and he grabbed her as his torso wrapped beneath her, ran around her, his snake tail wrapped around her chest. His weight pushed down on her upper body, constricted, before she could feel him looming above her back. He was facing toward her rear now, having coiled around his prey. 

“Seth you idiot!” she choked out, “snap out of it, help me!”

He grabbed her butt with a hand and came down to bite her. She even felt his teeth, stuck in her underwear.

“Ow!” all the pain and weight weren’t helping things. She had to wake him up.

She had a theory, even if it was a stupid one. In her situation, she was looking at the real possibility of her husband devouring her. Which was a sexy dream she had once, and was now regretting.

Tammy started to beat on the floor, beating out the same pattern as before. She immediately felt Seth’s grip on her upper body weaken, he moved off to her side, his whole tail sliding over her upper body as he moved away from her. If it wasn’t so life and death, she would have enjoyed the feeling of his scales rubbing past her nipples. Even through the shirt she could feel them slither over her vulnerable buttons.

“Okay Seth,” she gasped as she continued to beat the pattern on the floor, “come on, get it together. My bladder is about to pop, I need your help here.”

He slithered behind her, like a monster watching his prey from a safe distance. 

She kept beating, but she could feel the pressure mounting in her bladder, the throbbing, her weakening muscles. She needed to hold herself or she was going to piss herself anyway.

She stopped beating the pattern long enough to slide her hand between her squeezed thighs. 

“Damnit, damnit,” she whispered.

She couldn’t hear Seth, and she couldn’t see him either since he was right behind her. 

“Seth?” she said, “honey?”

The wave subsided, and she went to beat the pattern again.

But he struck first, this time wrapping around her legs.

“Ah!” she screeched before the end of his tail wrapped her ankles together and pulled her flat against the floor. 

She could feel his warm breath along her back, then there was the ticklish flick of his tongue. If only the circumstances were different, all this attention would be welcome. But no, she just had to turn that heat up, that had to be what was driving him crazy. She was sweating like crazy, and the heat probably woke him up to a feeding frenzy. She looked like an easy kill.

His tongue tickled her lower back, and he moved closer and put his nose just above her butt.

His hands gripped the fabric of her panties, then ripped it between his two hands. Those damned claws of his. His tongue licked out against her buttocks.

Tammy was shaking her head no. There were a few ways this could go, and she didn’t like any of them. In her position, she couldn’t really hold herself, and she felt like if he wasn’t forcing her legs together she already would be leaving a dark spot on the carpet. But she was also hot, and in Seth’s state, she didn’t know if he would be able to read the difference between her panicked sweating and… something more intimate.

His tongue flicked out against the small exposed bit of her lower lips, and he immediately backed his head away. 

At first she was relieved. Then she felt his body shift, forcing her back into her ass up position. 

“Seth, no!” she said, “wake up stupid, we aren’t doing this!”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, and with that tail of his he could hold her in just about any position he wanted. Her legs were locked in place, and she could feel the open air of the room on her womanhood. 

She was trembling now. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was holding back the tide with all her strength. This was a nightmare.

Then she felt him, a warm head poked her thigh before moving into position. 

“No, no,” Tammy said before she hissed along with him entering her. It started off with an expectation of pain, but she was ashamed to admit she wasn’t as dry as the situation called for. He slid in, hissing the whole time he did.

The pressure in her bladder increased, but just when she was afraid she was going to explode, she realized she couldn’t. With him in her, she was plugged up. It was almost, frustrating. He slid into her slowly, going all the way until she could feel the soft scales of his groin against her buttocks. At least it was the small one.

“Seth, seth! Wake up!” she shouted.

Instead he slid out, before thrusting back in with another slow entrance. Her thighs were still tense out of fear, her whole body was squeezing down. It felt like despite the pleasurable invader, she was still trying to keep everything below her waist clamped tight around him. 

It was strange, and as he pushed deeper into her, as he pressed her ass forward and her head against the side of the mattress, she felt a small moan escape her lips. 

No, she wasn’t going to enjoy this. After this was over, she was going to beat him senseless, and they were going to have a long talk. 

His nails reached beneath her shirt, scratched up her sides, both pleasurable and slightly ticklish. She stifled another moan as he pressed in again, as his hands gripped her sides.

“Damnit Seth,” she moaned, “you’re so dead.”

His arms reached forward as he buried himself in her. He found her breasts, gripped them hard, squeezed her nipples between his fingers. Her toes squeezed, her back arched. This was all dangerous. She didn’t know what would wake him up, and she didn’t know how long she was going to be able to keep herself contained after he pulled free.

As if on cue, another wave of pressure went through her bladder. She reached down and held herself as best she could, which was ridiculous considering Seth plunging into her. He pulled free, and for a brief moment he left her, with a small sucking noise.

Panic went up her spine, the vacuum leaving her with nothing to help her hold on. 

“Shit, shit!” Tammy cursed as a hot jet of piss shot out and against Seth with a hiss.

He recoiled from it, and didn’t immediately plug her back up with his manhood.

“Damnit you snake-brained… fuck me or let me loose!” she screamed as she struggled to hold on.

Her bladder had a painful contraction, another jet escaped, and she could feel tears coming to her eyes as everything started to fall apart.

Then she felt the heat of his body pressing against her again. But something was different.

He started to enter her, and at once Tammy could feel the heat of his throbbing and moist erection sitting between her asscheeks. It was the big one this time. 

That was one of the advantages and disadvantages of having a snake-man, two penises. She tried to ask him before about why there were two, but he always dodged the question with some weird anecdotes or jokes. All she knew was that the top one was noticeably smaller. Typically, that probably meant the upper one was best used as a backup. With how large Seth’s lower erection could get, Tammy used to jokingly called the bottom one a ‘handjob only zone’.  

Now that monster was pressing into her already strained hole. Tammy gripped the carpet as it slid into her, bit down on her bottom lip. It wasn’t enough to be painful, it was just uncomfortable. She heard the vagina could adjust to most things, but she was never patient enough for that.

But at least, she didn’t have to worry about her bladder as he slid deeper and deeper. She was being filled up. Thankfully, he seemed to sense the difference in space, and was moving in slow. His body pressed forward, hesitating whenever Tammy winced or shifted around. It felt like it was reaching the top, like she would be filled all the way. Her mouth fell agape, and she let out small rapid breaths.

Then he slid back out, and she let out a sigh of relief.

The relief was temporary. The head of his other erection found a new target, and as he pressed back in she could feel it being aimed down at her puckered hole.

“Oh no you don’t!” she snapped, trying to reach back and slap him away as best she could.

He batted her hand away, then again. It seemed she didn't have a say in this. He pressed in, and Tammy was thankful her own arousal from before had pre-lubricated the smaller rod. She had to relax, she took deep breaths, and felt him press in. She grunted with the new pressure, and when he was all the way in, she felt fuller than she ever had before. There wasn’t room for anything else, she was full from both ends and she was going to burst.

Seth thrust in further, and Tammy could only grumble and curse as both erections rammed into her at once. He slid out and moved again, his hands gripping her buttocks as he thrust in deeper than before. Her whole body was swarming with sensation, her little ring tallying every groove of his invasion, his girth making her whole body shift and adjust as her arousal took over, the swish and sway of the damned pressure in her bladder.

She really was going to explode, though not how she feared before. Seth’s thrusting was growing faster, and with his every move, he was screwing her senseless. She could barely remember where she was. She tried to move her hips back against him, and immediately remembered her wrist was caught. She let out a long moan of pleasure, forgetting there could still be neighbors home. Everything was spinning, she was sweating, a tingle was building at the base of her spine and sliding up.

Seth was on autopilot, thrusting her against the side of the bed, long hisses coming out of him with each one as they grew stronger and stronger. She could feel it, both penises seemed to be pulsating, he was reaching his peak.

“Oh, yes!” Tammy moaned despite herself, all sense of fear washed away with the waves of pleasure building up inside her. “come on!”

His claws dug into her, the scales of his tail holding her tight, the soft skin at his groin slapping hard into her with each intrusion as she became slick with pleasure. His hissing became grunts, her hips bucked back with every thrust. She couldn’t make any coherent sentence, she just wanted more, wanted to feel the rush all come at once.

He thrust into her with all his strength, and she felt him begin to explode into both sides of her. The tidal wave of joy broke against her walls, her mouth locking open, a long erratic gasp leaving her lips as pleasure gripped her. He tried to thrust more, but they became jerky motions with each pulse of his seed. Then he hugged tight to her body, his hissing at the base of her neck, his teeth pressed against her skin.

Tammy was huffing, her whole body one sensitive ball of nerves. It was wave after wave of pleasure until she finally started to come down. 

“Tam?” Seth whispered.

He was coming back to his senses. Of course he was, at the end of it all.

“Oh goodness, I can’t believe I made you… I’m sorry!” he was in a panic. But at least she would get free.

His tail freed her legs, and he pulled out.

Tammy immediately regretted her wish for freedom. As soon as she was empty, her bladder pulsed and contracted. She gasped and tried to put a hand between her legs, but even with her hand gripped tightly overself, a hot jet of liquid spilled between her fingers.

“Oh no, shit!” Tammy shouted as she tried to hold on. But there came another, a warm spray flowing out of her cupped hand. “no no no!”

Then it became a flow, spilling out of her like a fountain turned to full blast. Tammy spread her knees and Seth slithered back  in shock as she let everything loose.

The relief of it, finally letting it all free, it was immense. Her face went red, and her toes curled as a new spark of pleasure erupted inside her, rippling through her as the loud hiss of urine built up between her legs. The dark spot on the carpet beneath her filled and spread out. Her hand balled into a fist, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Oooooh,” Tammy moaned as she trembled and voided herself.

There was silence as she finished. She could feel a small drip between her legs, and it wasn’t all of her own making.

“What the hell was that?” Seth asked.

The moment was over. Tammy looked back at Seth and growled, “You idiot! Get me from under here right now or I’ll turn you into boots!”

Seth slithered over to the bottom of the bed, “Sorry sorry. I’ll get you out.”

“What was that?!” she shouted, “I can’t believe you would do that, especially after everything you said earlier.”

He effortlessly pulled up the bottom of the bed, and pulled his upper body beneath it, started fiddling with the peg.

“I don’t know, it was like I was hypnotized. I just kept hearing that tune, you know the one you always do with your fingers. That was all I could hear, and all I saw was you. It was like I couldn’t control myself, my whole body was one giant hard on, you know?”

Tammy flared her nostrils, “I know you’re the one scrubbing this piss stain out of the carpet.”

“Of course,” Seth said as he got her loose.

She pulled her hand free, “You can do the rest of the cleaning before the kids get back too.”

Seth came over and held her wrist, his other arm rubbing her shoulders. She didn’t hate the contact, especially after all that had happened. She put her head against his chest.

“Of course I will,” he said, “you can go take a nap, if you want. I’ve got it from here.”

She would, he had exhausted her. She watched as his penises slid back into the little scale ‘cases’ where they seemed to hide whenever he was flaccid. She couldn’t help but lick her lips a little, and feel her hips stir.

Tammy was going to have to remember this whole thing, though next time she would be on top of the bed, and naked. Her next day off would be interesting.

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