Valerie’s Heart, Part 1 [F]

I let out a little squeal as I felt a sharp tingling sensation against my clit. It’s always the best feeling in the world. My eyes widened and I tried to inhale, but I could not. After that quick moan, my open mouth turned to a delighted smile. I closed my mind to let myself enjoy the moment. And then my mind blanked – a bright white that blocked out everything else. I felt so light, as if I was floating on air. I was suspended in a moment where everything else around me was insignificant, and the only thing that mattered was the present, this feeling. This pure sensation reverberating across my entire body in a brief wave. And then, a thud. And everything went black.

Oh god, I think it went black for a while. How long, though? I tried to open my eyes, but the second I did, the light forced them closed again. The attempt left me reluctant to try opening them any more, so I kept them closed. I tried moving to cover my face, and felt a terrible pain in my arm. I screamed out, and then bit down against my bottom lip – it was even fuller than usual. I tasted blood oozing out from it.

“Miss, are you okay?”

Feeling started to return. My entire body was against the ground, on my side. I felt the hardness of concrete against my temple, and I was back to the present. I opened my eyes, and then I felt everything – and it was all pain. My head throbbed, my knees and arms and entire side stung fiercely like never before. I tried to move my arm again, and an immediate, forceful pain emanated from within it. I let out a painful groan, and grimaced. I started to cry, and I felt tears stream down my cheeks. What had happened?

“Let’s get her up, help me get her up.”

My head kept throbbing as I was moved upright. My insides felt like water repositioning itself in a bottle. Then I looked around, the two people, a man and a woman, were looking at me concernedly. They were talking to me, but I wasn’t absorbing any of what they were saying. As my vision focused, I saw a person behind them on the phone. I hope she’s not calling an ambulance, I hate hospitals, and I can’t afford that. My body was covered in scrapes, and I saw my bike, which I must have been riding, bent at the frame beside me. Ugh, this new mediation clearly wasn’t working well enough.

“Don’t worry, Miss, an ambulance is on its way. Everything’s okay.”

Oh, god damn it.

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Back at home, finally, I got up from bed to go to the bathroom. I’d been in the hospital for a few days, and was doing a lot better. My concussion wasn’t as severe as it seemed.

In the bathroom mirror I looked at my face – my lower lip still swollen and red, the side of my face was all sorts of horrible yellows, purples, and grays. My long black hair looked disheveled in its poorly put together bun, and my pale complexion even paler than usual, to the point where my facial skin nearly looked transparent. My eyes were so bloodshot that their dark blue color was even more accentuated. Under them, purple rings made my whole face look sunken. The cuts and scrapes across my body were scabbing, and the sling my right arm was in had blood stains from nearby wounds. This could not keep happening. What if I had been biking in traffic? What if I’d been driving and something like that happened? I could have killed myself, or worse, someone else. I started to tear up, and as I did I re-caught my own eyes in the mirror.

Simply put, I just looked awful. I had to get to Mr. Chapman to tell him it hadn’t worked. How could my pussy be that sensitive from one block of cobblestone. I shouldn’t have let myself rest on the seat. I’m useless to everyone if I can’t subdue these feelings. Useless to the whole team. He’d need to provide a new medication. A stronger one. I would demand it. But with my arm in this sling, my entire body aching and cut up, my and face looking like this – I could not approach that man in this state. He’d pity me and baby me, condescending as ever. I’d have to wait until I looked more presentable, more sturdy. But I was nowhere near close to that, and despite the painkillers from the hospital nurses numbing my sensations, I could also feel Chapman’s medicine wearing off even more. Not good.

I inhaled sharply as a pleasureful burn overtook my thoughts, and I realized that my nipples had started to throb. I looked down at my chest, and sure enough my nipples were fully erect, a deep pinkish-red. They were so hard they were lifting my bra clean away from the rest of my pretty, full breasts by their full three inch length. Christ, they’d gotten bigger. I wanted to grab those hard nipples, twist them, bring them and my full tits to my mouth and suck them till I couldn’t any more. And– oh. Yeah, I could feel my pussy starting to radiate sensation as well just from having my legs together. It felt plump and heavy. Fuck, my clit was swelling and began to hurt wonderfully. Maybe I should just reach down and— no. No. I had to repress these urges until I could get myself to Chapman.

As I turned to pick up a cloth to wipe my face, I caught my figure in the mirror. Oh no, not this again. My ass had grown out too. I needed to get some medication, and quick. My usually handful-sized ass cheeks were double in fullness, maybe tripled, and looking irresistible against my slim waist. Ugh, they were like two fleshy melons in yoga pants, bouncing and jiggling around, but still so wonderfully firm. They swallowed the yoga pants up tight. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t. I grabbed my left ass cheek with my un-slinged hand, and nearly fell over from the feeling. God, I loved to have my ass played with, but when the medication wore off, and it expanded like this, it’s just that much better. I moaned, and I pursed my lips. My eyelids fluttered. I dug my nails in deep and I shocked myself with the force, and saw my flesh bulge a bit through the spaces in my fingers. Wow, that felt amazing. I jiggled my ass around, and it moved in every direction. So soft, but so tight. Maybe just one spank. One hard spank to feel and see this big ass move in these pants, to teach me a lesson. Wait– No no no no. I needed to get the medicine. If I got the medicine, then I could reward myself with a spank, or, at least have a clear enough mind to make that decision.

I had to hurry, my desires were taking over. I started to shake a bit from how aroused I was. Redness cast across my chest. I know I had two more of Chapman’s stupid pills somewhere in my shitty little apartment. I needed to take them both. Now. After rummaging through the bathroom cabinets, I found the remaining pills under the sink, and downed them both in one gulp. I felt relief as they went down my throat, though that might have been because I imagined they were something else, a different kind of med– focus, Valerie.

Afterwards, I limped back to bed and lay down. This way I wouldn’t grab my juicy ass. But, now my mind was back on my pussy, and I could see a wet spot in between my pants from how aroused I was from before. Then, my eyes widened when I saw what was happening. My pussy lips were so fucking big and full, that I could literally see them swelling. And my wetness was expanding rapidly with it, leaking from me. My sweet pussy was longing for me to play with it, give it a swift slap on my clit, pull my lips, pinch them.

Calm down, stay calm, I’m a grown woman, I’ve got this. I grabbed the bed. I wouldn’t give in. I wanted to shove my hands into my pants and rub my needy clit, and I wanted to ram a finger deep into my pussy, get some of that wetness, and taste its sweetness. The thought of that brought me back to my nipples. I could give myself this, right? It’s not as bad as if I went further south. I ripped my bra off, freeing my tits. They bounced around captivatingly. And of course, they’d swollen up too. They looked delicious. I took my uninjured hand and brought one of those thick nipples into my fingers. And I squeezed.

I let out a high pitched moan. The sensation darted from my nipples down throughout my breast like electricity, and lightly fizzled across my chest and neck. This was it, this was happening. Every inch of me needed me to rub my nipples, suck them, lick them. So I obliged, and I pulled my nipple to my mouth and sucked hard. The texture of it felt amazing in my mouth. I let it rest for a moment, and then I twirled my wet tongue across it, forming a “u” shape around it and tightening. My body shook. God my tits taste so good. I slobbered and drooled on my beating nipple, sucking on it hard. Streams of saliva escaped from my red lips, rolling down my breast, and down my sternum. I kept sucking. Slurping sounds filled the room, with occasionally pops of suction. I spat instinctively on my boob and bit my nipple into my mouth again. I felt more saliva roam across my body. Under my arm, down pooling into my belly button. With every suck I felt my whole body sparkle and tingle. I could feel nothing else but the sensation of my rock hard juicy nipples being sucked in my own mouth. My pussy was leaking its juices onto the bed, and then I felt my clit jump. I released my breast from my mouth, and it bounced slowly back into place to join its companion. Its nipple looking even harder and longer in its pleasure. I did a good job, didn’t I? I think so. I was going to grab my clit now, rub it and just, fucking, see what happens. I earned this.

And then, mercifully, the meds kicked in. I froze, acclimating to my new state. Understanding my senses were diminishing. Then I loosened up, not realizing how tense I was, and exhaled deeply. For a moment I just lay there, and I could feel my body returning to its normal size ever so slowly. The apartment, which had felt so warm and bright to me a moment ago, returned to it’s darkness, and cold swept over me. I’d made it through. The meds had better hold me over for a while. My symptoms were clearly worsening, and I needed to get help soon.

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