In Ranma's mind, the tips of the tits she was forced to have seemed almost as big as the rest of her female burdens. They throbbed. But the nerve-snapping wouldn't stop inside the tube. It pulsed throughout the rest of her globes. As aware as she'd been forced to be the last few days she'd had them, never was she as now. There was no way to ignore them or deny their presence on her slender torso. Their sensitivity was becoming more like pain.
But still the martial artist refused to pull the suctioning tubes from her sweaty body. She would endure, because she winning was what a Saotome did! Every yell, cheer, curse or chant from the leering on-lookers only increased her resolve. She didn't care how any bet. She wasn't going to let them influence her. Not ever. She'd make them see that with their own eyes!
But it was while she was thinking about those voices and their eyes that the small girl started to notice something more than the concentrated stimulations in her big boobs. She was standing in the middle of a bare stage, yet she was feeling liquid between her thighs. The back of her mind thought the announcer had them spray her groin with something to distract her; it'd take more than that for her hands (and their tubes) away from the tits she had.
Whatever it was they were spraying, it was hot. Not hot enough to burn her swelling labial area, but to heat lamp levels. It was enough to cause her insides to expand. A hollow was forming just above her wrong sex.
{It's like I'm meltin' down there. Something's comin' out a me. It's not blood; it's sort of like hot wax--And now it's runnin' down my legs. Man! I don't dare bend over and try to look past these electric joltin' vibratin', tit tinglin' tubes!}
"Slut," Ranma's stage rival said.
Mon Sep 17 18:22:24 2007