Blooming Ch. 01

The first people to Bloom were college kids. All around the world, 18-22 year olds trying to figure out their future would very quickly have it decided for them, whether they liked it or not. The process of Blooming did not discriminate: male, female, non-binary, lesbian, gay, transgender, pretty, ugly. The only unifying factor was age. No one older than 22 experienced this phenomenon, and the youngest Bloomer was celebrating their 18th birthday. They began Blooming 18 years after they were born, to the exact minute no less, accounting for all leap days as well. While it would be initially treated as though it was a disease or pandemic, it would later be redefined as another phase in the growth of all adults, not dissimilar to puberty. But its effects, on people and on society, would be far more extreme.

Shoshana knew something was off immediately after she felt a strong shiver down her spine. It was one of those weird shivers you got from time to time, something that went in and out of your nerves before you really had time to process it. But this felt different. It was much more abrupt and long-lasting, and left a particularly strange aftershock that Shoshana couldn't quite shake off.

She was sitting in a large lecture hall, listening to her instructor drone on about something she had been taking copious notes on. Now it sounded quite dull, and the teacher's voice blended into the background, where the clatter of keyboards, pens, and A/C all hummed together. All this sound merged into a single, unremarkable tone.

Her brain quickly clung onto the scratchiness of her clothes, their tightness and texture. For a late September day, she felt quite humid under her turtleneck. Why had she chosen to wear such a warm outfit, again?

Glancing around her, Shoshana noticed a similar amount of restlessness among her peers. They all seemed uncomfortable in their seats. Like they had to go to the bathroom, only their glances betrayed a dazed look on their faces, rather than one of urgency. Their eyes moved around the room, looking for anyone that just so happened to be looking at them at the exact same time.

Unable to make anything more of the situation, Shoshana focused as much of her attention on the lesson as she could, writing down what she could make out. With every passing minute, the bright girl's pen began to slow down as she felt sweat form across every inch of her skin. Moisture gathered in all the wrong places, dampening her bra and underwear. Before long, her pants had soaked to the point of dripping onto the cushioned seat below.

Shoshana simply stared at her crotch as it stained the fabric underneath her. Her hand had stopped moving, her pen motionless on the notebook. She tightened her grip around the writing instrument, holding on as if it were the ladder descending into an unknown world.

Like so many others in the very same room, her vagina pulsed and pounded, demanding her complete attention. Her breasts ached to be touched, grabbed, held, pinched, something! It took all of Shoshana's concentration to sit completely still and do nothing but let her body scream at her. "Why aren't you touching yourself?" it seemed to ask.

Luckily for her, her reverie was abruptly ended by the shuffling of the students around her, signaling the end of class. Everyone seemed like they were in a hurry to scamper to whatever was next, completely ignoring whatever their teacher was trying to tell them.

No one seemed to notice the dark patches of liquid covering many seats in the room. And no one cared about the obvious bulges near the groin of every boy who walked out of the room. The bras and tops of each girl let out their own cries as they strained under new weight, but their sounds were drowned out by footsteps and chatter.

The hot sun bore down on every inch of Shoshana's skin, whether it was covered or not, and she fast-walked back to her dorm. Every step meant a scrape of her sensitive skin against the scratchy textiles of her clothing, a problem that she needed to address.

But not here, not out in the open. Shoshana knew better than that!

The poor girl knew she would not win the fight against whatever was attacking her. Her hands were jammed down the pockets of her jeans, trying to subtly reach for her pussy. Woman's fashion be damned, there was no way to reach without unzipping her pants.

She just needed to get to a safe place before she gave in. Such was her drive to get to her dorm room that she didn't register the same frenzied look on the faces of everyone around her. All of them were breathing heavily, fighting a battle in which almost none of them could stand their ground, let alone win.

If she hadn't been so wound up in her own need, Shoshana might have paid attention to the bodies beginning to gravitate towards each other, forming a glue that nothing would ever separate. The uncaring moans of sexed-up college kids permeated the atmosphere, constricting around Shoshana as a snake does its prey. Some of them didn't even bother to move onto the grass, deciding to make love in the middle of the sidewalk. Shoshana, and many others trying to go about their day or find a more private spot to take care of themselves, stepped over them in the same way she would step over a pothole. It would only ruin her day if she got involved.

But none of her other senses could triumph over touch. Rather, the lack of touching that she was going through, not touching herself and putting her hands where they belonged.

In the elevator of her building, she bumped into another girl whose arms were crossed in front of her. Upon further examination, Shoshana noticed that she was bobbing up and down on her thumbs, trying to get off while she was still all in one piece. She was failing, and pushed Shoshana to the brink of her sanity.

Could this girl have picked a worse place to masturbate? At least on some school lawn it was soft and sunny. Here, the damp environment threatened to suffocate her. And with all the madness happening around her, what would she do if the elevator decided to croak? Shoshana knew that the stairs had been the better option, but the six flights it would have taken had daunted her. This was much worse in comparison.

Hearing her moan, seeing her hands slick and slimy, this poor animal had fallen to her most primitive desires. How far had she been from the comfort of her bedroom? Would she even be able to get there?

After a lifetime of waiting, Shoshana ran out of the elevator car, where the desperate damsel was still writhing on the floor of the lift. Screaming with glee. That would be her very soon, unless Shoshana got her keys into the damn door!

The deafening click of the key unlocking her door took over all other senses, and Shoshana threw herself inside with a slam of the door. A stray thought about the resident advisor being mad about the noise crossed her mind, but it fell to the floor with jeans, shoes, socks, and underwear.

Shoshana hadn't yet realized that her roommate was furiously masturbating as well. In Shoshana's bed. Completely nude. Groaning very loudly. It didn't seem as though Kira had noticed Shoshana at all. All Kira could feel were her hands plunging in and out of her cunt, looking for even the faintest hint of relief, but finding nothing.

The two roommates would remain completely unaware of each other, focused only on their personal needs. But their lustful trances would be rudely broken by Shoshana throwing herself onto her bed, and on top of Kira's body by extension.

Kira's gaze met Shoshana's, and they just stared at each other for a moment. Their breathing calmed, their pussies got a little less needy. The storm within them seemed to have quieted, but were not quelled. How long could they stay like this, skin on skin? Was this why they felt so desperate to touch themselves? Did they just need someone else to do the job?

Shoshana felt the cool air on her boobs, and relished in her nudity. Without thinking, she grabbed Kira by her butt and pulled the cute girl into a tight embrace. There was no rabid kissing, no humping, no clawing. Just a deep hug. Kira's thigh had been pressed onto Shoshana's crotch, and the pussy stream had slowed down to a trickle.

Both girls had not been gifted in the breast department, sporting small breasts for girls their age. Their beauty was focused on their faces, and sometimes their asses in the right outfit. But as their breasts touched, they gently began to grow. The girls didn't pick up on it at all; mounds that had almost nothing to them grew into the size of coconuts, pushing two chests apart from each other over the course of minutes.

Their newly grown nipples met perfectly at the center of their caress, setting off a spark in each of their brains. Without speaking, they let go of each other, sat up on their knees, and began to knead their roommate's breast.

It was the first time that both of them had ever been this close to a girl. The first time they'd been nude in front of one. The first time they'd cuddled with one. And now, it was the first time they'd let someone else hold their boobs. Come to think of it, no one had ever been able to hold them like this.

Slow fingers squeezed and pulled. Deep sighs escaped the mouths of the naked girls. Their eyes met again. Big, dazed, unseeing, and unmistakably staring directly at each other. It wasn't love they were feeling. They recognized each other as equals, sharing the same need to touch and be touched.

The right hand stayed firmly wrapped on the other girl's left breast. The left hand delved into the damp cavern of their pussies, kickstarting the flow of juices again.

Neither Shoshana nor Kira had any concept of time. They could have stayed that way for seconds, minutes, maybe hours. But they both knew their bodies had a new need to take care of: The need of expressing their bodies, opening them up to the world. And they were right! It was like brushing their teeth or washing their face. Just another thing they needed to do on a regular basis. But this was a lot more important, needing their undivided attention.

Their respective slits gently drooled into the bed, their hands slick with sweat and girl cum. Neither of them had orgasmed, nor had they moved from their mutual masturbation pose, but that would be taken care of quite soon.

A firm knock on the door attempted to interrupt their reverie. It didn't really stop the roommates from doing their thing; they just carried on as if they'd not heard a thing. Perhaps they hadn't heard anything at all. Then the knocking came again. Louder, more insistent. Begrudgingly, Shoshana got up from the bed and walked over to her door. She moved as if she'd always had boobs like this, never having to worry about them slamming into one or anything by accident. They jiggled with her every step, swinging like pendulums of lust.

It felt like miles until she finally reached the door. Kira was right behind her as she opened it.

She was greeted by the sight of two impressively built men. Each of whom was completely naked, and sported rock-hard cocks. Muscles defined their bodies, in addition to well-kept facial hair and sweet faces. Shoshana tried to picture them with a smile, but her eyes were locked onto the turgid cocks in front of them. Pointing straight ahead, almost directly at the two girls! These instruments of sex were longer than any dick they'd ever dreamed about, let alone seen.

"We need your help," the boy on the left said. His voice sounded hoarse, as if he was pleading with them.

Shoshana stared at him, barely comprehending what he was saying. After a pause, she recognized him as Jansen, a boy who lived down the hall. Shoshana had been harboring a poorly hidden crush on him ever since he moved in. But she'd never found the courage to talk to him over the past few weeks.

And now here he was, practically begging her to mate. He looked perfect, as though he'd walked straight out of her horniest thoughts and into real life. His broad shoulders, strong arms, handsome face, short beard, and bright blue eyes. There was no doubt: He was made for her.

Who was she to say no?

Shoshana grabbed him by the hips and yanked him inside, grasping at his cock. It was already slick with his ejaculate. Looks like he'd already had some fun!

Their sweaty bodies collided, dancing around each other, and the two lovebirds found themselves sprawled out on Shoshana's bed.

They both knew, without saying it out loud, what they needed. Their bodies were doing the talking, not their brains or mouths.

Wordlessly, Shoshana climbed on top of Jansen's chest, and turned around to face the door. She lined up her pussy with her boy's mouth, and stuck her cunt where she needed it most.

Jansen began eating Shoshana out at the exact same time that his cock slid into her mouth. They both ejaculated at the exact same time, feeding each other with their cum.

Barring the eroticism and fury with which it happened, one might have seen this act as calming, almost cute. There was no animism, no attacking, no thrashing of the bodies. This couple had entered into this mutual act together, willingly offering each other to their new mate. They didn't have to say a thing to know that this was how it was meant to be.

For Kira and the other boy, that was not the case.

There was no spark, no connection, and no amount of foreplay seemed to provoke anything. Though his hands on her breasts felt nice, he was much too rough, pinching in all the wrong ways. Her hands rubbed his cock coarse, hurting instead of helping his hardness. And their eyes couldn't seem to find each other, too distracted in what was going on down below.

They were still horny. And hungry. The itch inside them had barely been scratched by their former partners, and it yearned for more. With no immediate solution in front of them, they slammed the door behind them, taking off to find whomever it was they were supposed to fuck.

Now alone and cum-drunk, Shoshana peeled her mouth off of Jansen's dick and turned around to stare into his eyes. They were huge, ocean blue, and gazing through her soul. He could not have looked more stunning, more attractive.

"You're beautiful", they said at precisely the same time. With a smirk and a chuckle, Shoshana rested her head on Jansen's abs, relishing in his body heat. Hearing his rapidly beating heart. Was this what it was like to be with someone who cared about you? Who meant the world to you?

Shoshana was a virgin. She had been saving her first time for the right man. Jansen knew he was her man, and Shoshana knew that she was his woman. There was no power dynamic, no daddy-mommy type of deal. They were equals. They would take and give.

Jansen slid his towering penis into Shoshana's waiting vagina. There was no pain, no needing to re-aim and start over, no fumbling around for a condom. Everything happened exactly as it needed to. It was a perfect fit, like a divine match. Shoshana's insemination had begun.

He released his cum into her body, a key to the lock that he had now opened. It was as if his massive member was a gas nozzle, such was the rate at which she was being filled. The girl rested on her boy, afraid to move for fear of disrupting the process. The power of his cum, its powerful effects and composition, made itself known to Shoshana, and she completely embraced it.

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In the surrounding dorm rooms, nearly everyone of breeding age was in the process of fucking or being fucked. One might have expected massive orgies and piles of bodies to be everywhere. While the sound of sex formed quite the symphony, these interactions were almost exclusively between two people. For there to be anything more than a couple, three sexed up students all needed to align with the fantasy of polyamory. And they all had to be in generally the same place.

Luckily, there were quite a few people who were into that sort of thing at this university. In another dorm room, a well-endowed redhead found herself sandwiched between two tall and powerful football players. They each held her body as their seed penetrated both of her holes, stuffed with cum.

Lifted a foot off the ground, she made up for her shortness with her screams of love and lust. The two men whom she now called her lovers cradled her body gently, keeping her feet dangling a few inches above the ground. White spunk snaked its way down her thighs, collected on her toenails, and dripped to the floor below. They loved her as she loved them, and she'd be sure to repay them for their kindness soon. Somehow.

And in a small apartment across town, two girls made out with each other while muffled sounds of grunting emerged from under their legs. They'd been sitting on this guy for a few hours, and rotated who got to play cowgirl every thirty minutes or so. While one of them got a healthy dose of his spunk into their cunt, the other dribbled her vagina into the boy's eagerly waiting mouth.

No one had said a word to each other since they'd started this strange cycle, and they had no intention of stopping. These three could not have been happier, living out the dreams that haunted the darkest corners of their sleep. Not only did they get to enjoy their first threesome, it got to happen with people who actually wanted to do it!

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Eventually, Jansen's dick was emptied out, and Shoshana's pussy was full. These seemingly unrelated events occurred in tandem, and the well-fucked woman sprawled onto her back. One might think she would be breathing heavy, were this the same kind of sex that was circulated among her peers' Snapchats and private porn stashes. However, Shoshana didn't feel exasperated or worn out. Far from it! She felt more alive than ever, having mated with her dream partner. They shared a bond with each other that nothing could ever diminish.

Now, it was her turn to give, and to allow her partner to take. Her breasts were ready to deliver, having grown even more in the passionate sex that she had just experienced. Pineapple-sized tits adorned Shoshana's naked body, full with her own kind of while gold.

Jansen's lips attached themselves firmly to her right nipple, and he began to suck. The suction was perfect, forming a seal that allowed nothing but milk down his throat. He drank slowly, relishing in the taste and texture. Nothing had ever tasted so good, so sweet, so thick. As much as Jansen wanted to gulp it all down, he knew better, breathing in and out through his nose in order to avoid having to come up for air.

After a much-too-short period of bliss, Jansen switched over to Shoshana's other breast, draining it of her milk. His eyes bored into hers, appreciating their color and size. The two lovers winked at each other simultaneously.

With this final act, the pair's Blooming had been formalized. They would become inseparable, knowing each other on incredibly intimate levels. With firmly clasped hands, Shoshana and Jansen would do nearly everything together, such was the strength of their relationship.

The new lovers would eat, bathe, sleep, and cum together. There was almost nothing they could not and would not share, for they were equal. Shoshana was the bearer of life, and Jansen was the provider. There was no reason to play daddy or mommy, no room for subordinates and dominants. In this bed, they saw each other with all the love and care they could offer.

They were among the lucky few: Those people that found their Blooming mate very early on in the process, before the process was better understood. For many others, they would struggle for a while longer to find their partner. Their horniness would continue to grow, and no amount of sex with someone else would put out that raging fire. There was only one person who could do that, sometimes more if they were really unfortunate.