The Trailer Park Incident

She took a deep breath in and then felt his firm cock head begin to press into her sex, moving past her moist labia and into her wet hole. Again she felt pleasure radiating from wherever her body touched his. It wasn't the same as when his cock touched her breasts, not as overpoweringly perfect, but still highly enjoyable.

As he pressed himself into her she found the feeling of her moist softness around his rigid firmness more pleasurable than she had expected at first. There wasn't the strength in the pleasure that had come from contact with her breasts, but there was a superior intimacy from having him inside her, from feeling her very being enveloping what she instinctively felt was the source of all his power.

Further and further he pressed into her, his almost inhumanly thick cock filling her fuller than she had ever been filled before. Her insides melted in pleasure as she felt herself stretching around him. Again she felt herself climaxing in the way that was beyond a simple orgasm. As he started to fuck her she didn't feel the crashing waves of the utmost pleasure she reached with normal orgasm, instead she felt herself bobbing up and down on an ocean of pleasure whose baseline was greater than her normal summit of sexual bliss.

The pleasure was too much. Her mind began to crack, then melt. She held onto consciousness as long as she could, not wanting to slip away from the pleasure she was feeling. She tried to concentrate on something, center in on a feeling that could help her remain awake and aware. Her mind zeroed in on her breasts. They felt so large, so alien to her. As the man pounded her harder and faster she felt them fluidly flowing back and forth on her chest. Their large volume moved up towards her face, then back down towards her stomach.

For a moment this worked, but then her mind began to process just how good it felt to have her breasts moving this way. And then he started pounding her even faster, making the movement less of a gradual flow and more of a wild bounce. He pounded her so vigorously that her enlarged breasts started to bounce up and slap her in face. That sensation, the feeling of her own breasts slapping the bottom of her face, pushed her over the edge. Her whole body contracted in the biggest orgasm she had ever felt in her life by magnitudes.

The contracting of her vaginal muscles pushed the stranger over the edge too. With one final thrust he buried his massive cock as deep into her cunt as he could, then he let lose another supernaturally large load of cum. Misty felt it flooding into her, filling what little space remained around his large cock then moving up around its length before squelching out wetly around the base of his cock.

Misty screamed in pleasure. She arched her back, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him even closer to her. Still his cum continued to pour into her, the pressure of it blasting into her ensuring her orgasm continued. She felt it coming out around his cock and running down her taint and her ass cheeks onto the bed below her. Still screaming in pleasure, her eyes rolled into her head and she began to see stars.

Finally, having reached her breaking point, everything went black.

* * *

Misty felt rays of sunlight hitting her body, warming and waking her. She felt hungover, drained and still tired. All of her muscles were sore, and the warm sunlight on her skin made her aware that she was naked.

She rolled slightly onto her side as she began to wake up. As her body had moved from being flat on its back to its side she had felt her breasts shift as well, their unfamiliar mass moving then crashing down her side. Her eyes shot open and she looked at her chest, seeing that her breasts were nearly three times as big as they normally were.

She gasped, sitting up as memories of the previous night came crashing back into her mind. Parts of it were foggy, but the harder she tried to remember the more clear it all got. "It was real... all of it, real." Looking down at her breasts for confirmation washed away any doubts she had.

She got to her feet, her legs shaky at first. She was aware that she felt not just physically drained, but spiritually drained as well. It was as if an energy she had never been without was missing now for the first time in her life. Yet, thinking back on the previous night, she knew that the emptiness she had felt at the end of the night was starting to fill back up. Whatever the stranger had drained from her was returning. Slowly, but it was returning.

In one corner of her room was a full length mirror not hung but leaned up against the wall. It had a large crack running down the center of it, but it still functioned well enough for Misty. Standing naked, she looked at her body. The man, no, the creature, had said that by the morning her breasts would be back to their normal size and her memories of the encounter would be gone. But with every moment that passed she remembered the night more clearly. And her breasts, although not as large as they had been during most of the previous night, were far larger than they had been a day ago.

She furrowed her brow. They were large. No, HUGE. Full and soft and heavy. They looked as if someone had taken the breasts of a morbidly obese woman and moved them onto her small, tight fame. They looked indecently huge on her, and they felt almost painfully heavy.

As she stared at them she began to notice something else. It was like a sparkling green shadow that flickered faintly into view. She blinked multiple times, but with each blink the shimmering green presence only grew clearer. She looked down at her breasts, and saw the halo around them more clearly. Looking back up into the mirror she saw the green, sparkling halo surrounded not just her breasts but her entire body.

Something in her mind clicked, and instinctively she was suddenly aware that what she was seeing was her aura, and that it was different from what it had been a day ago. Again, as if she suddenly knew something by pure instinct, she was aware that the halo was only visible around magical beings.

She closed her eyes and swallowed, concentrating on this new innate ability to know things. It was the potion he had given her. She had drunk far too much, and it had awoken something deep inside of her. Something in her blood that had been diluted through the generations to the point it was almost nonexistent. But somehow the overdose of the potion and the sexual vampire's feeding off of her had combined and awoken it.

Opening her eyes she knew her new, large breasts would be permanent. She blinked, thinking about the halo she saw and how she didn't want to see it any more. When her eyes opened it was gone, but she knew bringing it back would be as easy as thinking about it.

She wondered what all of this meant, hoping she would once again feel the answer simply appear in her mind. It didn't. But someone would know, be able to explain these things to her. The sexual vampire that had done this to her, and he might have answers. And he had said there were others like him, and even more that were unlike him out there. Her instincts told her she would be able to see their magical auras, be able to tell who was more than human.

She'd be able to find them. To find answers, all she had to do was go looking for them.

Misty looked around her room. She saw how bare and empty it was, the majority of her possessions clothes. And most of them, the tops at least, certainly wouldn't fit her anymore. She shrugged. Her mother was a large, heavy woman. Certainly a few of her shirts would fit her, and she could wear them till she got money to buy some tops that she actually liked.

After throwing a pair of pants on she went into her mother's room to grab a few shirts. She felt a twitch in the back of her mind. She blinked, turning her new sense on, then looked around the room. There was something in the corner calling to her. It was a kind of glow, a visual impulse telling her something was hidden there. Misty found a small patch of carpet in the corner that was cut with the glow radiating from under it.

Lifting the cut piece of carpet up she found a hole in the floor, filled with a small box. It was unlocked, her mother apparently thinking the hiding place was safe enough. Apparently it had been, as she had never suspected there was anything hidden in the room.

Opening it revealed that it was her mother's stash. There was a small glass pipe along with a mostly empty bag of pot. Filling most of the box was a large wad of cash, mostly hundreds. Misty picked it up and stared at it, slightly amazed to be holding that much money in her hand. She had no idea where the money had come from, or why her mother was saving it.

Under it was a few pieces of paper, bank statements and some legal documents. Flipping through them was confusing at first, but after a little bit she was able to understand what they meant. Her father, a man whom her mother had rarely talked about, seemed to have died around a decade ago. In his will he had left a small fortune to her, a fact her mother had been hiding from her. It seemed she had been using the money to pay for most of their life, but that the day Misty had turned eighteen the account had become solely hers, her mother no longer having access to it. The wad of hundreds must be the last of the money she had been able to take out on her own, a cash surplus that had been slowly been dwindling these last few months.

Maybe one day soon her mother would have told her about the money, maybe she wouldn't have. Misty didn't really care, the money was hers now and her mother couldn't access it. She could do anything with this money, anything...

Putting a shirt on she then grabbed the cash and the paperwork. She walked back to her room and grabbed her old school bag. She threw a few things into it: some makeup, some clean underwear, a change of pants and then the banking paperwork.

Reaching for her trusty black hoodie she stopped, her fingers just inches from it. She knew with her new, larger breasts she'd never be able to wear the hoodie again. She thought about taking it with her for sentimental reasons, but decided not to. It had been her armor for years, as she went through the tribulations of her teenage years. But on that day, more than any in her life so far, she felt she had moved past being a teenager and into adult hood. She'd leave the hoodie behind with the rest of her life.

Misty found her wallet, made sure she had her driver's license. She knew what she would do next. She'd leave home, never to return. She left a note to her mother, telling her what a shitty parent she had always been, that she had found the money, and was leaving. She told her not to come looking for her, that they never needed speak again.

She'd go to the bank. Take some more money out. Go buy a car. Buy some new clothes. Then she'd leave... leave her home town, get away from her mother. Then she'd start looking, looking for the people, the things, she now knew were out there.

She told herself she'd be looking for answers, and she would be. But she'd be looking for something else: the chance to feel the sexual pleasure she had felt the night before. Her life had always been one without meaning, a listless affair. But now she had something to give her meaning, something to chase. She would find that pleasure again and make it hers.