PROLOGUE: One Year Later...

Emma’s body shook, overwhelmed with pleasure. How many has it been now, she wondered. 

There was no sound. Her vision was blurry, and shapes moved around her. She assumed the shapes were people, but she couldn’t tell how many there were. Emma was on her hands and knees, and she was tied down tightly. To a bench? She wasn’t sure. When senses are limited, those senses that remain are more sensitive. She felt no one near her now, and her body trembled and waited for the next touch. 

She strained her senses, and then something touched against her from behind. “I knew there were more!…” Emma thought. It was hard, warm, and pressed lightly against her. 

“Hmmmmmm,” Emma moaned in anticipation, her tongue twisted out of the ring gag that kept her mouth open. She begged for more through desperate moans.

The teasing touch behind her pressed against her asshole and held there, pushing harder, until…

“Aughhhhh!” Emma squealed through the gag. It pumped now, deeply, slowly. She was tied down too tightly to push back. Drool dripped down her chin from her open mouth and swung in sync with the deep pumping from behind. 

Emma perceived a sound, a click. “She’s here!” Emma thought. The leash at her collar went tight, a blurry shape moved directly in front. 

“I wanted to check on you to make sure you’re happy.” the woman’s voice said. The voice was loud in her mind. 

“… Ahh ammm haaappy…,” Emma struggled to say, her voice muffled through the gag. The thrusting that deeply penetrated her asshole continued. She could hear the wet sounds of it now. 

The woman’s bare foot came in front of Emma’s face; it was close enough that she could see it clearly. It was familiar. It was beautiful. Emma pressed her tongue against it, licking. Worshiping. 

“Tell me what I want to hear,” The woman’s voice said. 

“Aghhmm…..I love you…ahhmmm…thank you…aughhhh!” Emma moaned; the thrusting tempo increased. Emma’s leash was pulled tight as she licked at the woman’s toes, grunting fast.

It slid out of her. Emma whimpered; it felt so empty now. She wriggled her hips, as much as she could, against the bondage. Hoping to entice anyone else who may be there. More!

She felt another touch, teasing her other hole. It slipped into her, fast, deep, and she screamed in ecstasy. Emma orgasmed in waves. The pleasure radiated through her entire body but centered deep inside her. She felt it twitch. Emma’s leash pulled twice at her neck in quick succession. The signal. Emma pushed her face up from the floor, as high as her bondage would allow, and she stuck her tongue out. A big, eager smile across her face. And the sound, to signal her eagerness, “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”.

A familiar, gentle hand brushed Emma’s hair out of her face. It stroked her, lovingly, reassuringly. The hand then moved to the back of her head. A new shape moved through the blur, coming closer until she could see the cock clearly. It went through the ring gag deep into her throat. It tasted salty, sweaty. Emma loved the feeling of it sliding back and forth over her tongue. The gentle hand at the back of her head pushed and pushed. She timed tiny breaths through her nose with each thrust, just like she practiced. It pumped at the back of her throat now. 

Another touch behind her, and then a push into her asshole. Emma’s moans were cut off by the deep thrusting into her throat, but she didn’t gag; she was too good for that now. A man’s voice began groaning, and thick salty liquid erupted into her open mouth. It dribbled down her tongue in thick strings of slime onto the floor while her asshole continued to be pumped from behind. 

Emma sensed through the blur that the woman had moved move in front of her, seated again. Her toes wriggled and rubbed themselves in the slime still dripping from Emma’s throat.

“Lick it up, Em,” the woman’s voice said, “Good girl…” Emma lapped up the thick liquid through her gag hungrily, gurgling and swallowing all of it. She moaned with the slow rhythm of deep pushes into her asshole. 

“Good girl…I’ll check on you again later.” The woman’s voice said. She caressed Emma’s hair one last time and then stood and walked away. 

Click. The world went quiet again. The slick sounds of Emma’s hole being pumped from behind turned to silence. She could only feel it, and she moaned hard as she orgasmed again. And again. And again.

PRESENT DAY...

Emma smiled shyly, aware that some people in the restaurant were watching her. 

"Happy 19th birthday, Em!” Sarah said to her best friend. Their waiter set down the largest piece of chocolate cake Emma had ever seen. Sarah had made arrangements for this special request in advance. Emma blew out the candle, and although she still blushed from the attention, she was ecstatic. “Emma always loves surprises…”, Sarah thought. 

Sarah and Emma had met as randomly assigned chemistry lab partners during their senior year of high school. Emma was shy, quiet, and struggled socially. She was drawn to Sarah’s confidence and forceful nature. Sarah was a loner, by her own choice, but she took a liking to Emma’s warm and giving nature. She saw through Emma’s unusual outward appearance. 

Emma had eaten most of the enormous chocolate cake. Sarah had a smaller, regular-sized dessert of her own. 

Emma groaned and seemed to be close to bursting. Her voracious eating at the chocolate cake was slowing. "I'm soooo full", she moaned but wouldn’t stop. 

“You’re such a glutton!” Sarah teased. 

“It’s my birthday!” Emma replied, smiling widely, with bits of icing at the corners of her mouth. 

Emma ate the last bites and closed her eyes. She threw her arms up and slouched back in her chair, entirely spent. As Emma slumped back, her shirt pulled up just a little. A hint of her lower abdomen became visible. Sarah’s eyes fixed on it, a glimpse of Emma’s slender waist. 

"I don't know how you stay so thin..." 

Emma opened her eyes and realized her shirt had ridden up. She pulled it down, blushing. 

Their meals were finished, but the girls sat in the restaurant and talked excitedly into the evening about their upcoming first year of college. They’d leave for their dorm rooms in only a few days. The summer following their first year was coming to an end. 

Their conversations shortly followed familiar patterns. Emma would talk about the latest movies, celebrity gossip, and the cutest guys. Sarah would listen attentively, though she was not interested in those topics. She would talk about her summer interning at her father’s pharmaceutical company and the exciting research and projects she had worked on. Emma would listen as best she could, but her attention would fade. Both girls were just happy to be in each other’s company.

As the evening grew late and conversation faded, Sarah paid for their meals. They began their late summer evening walk back to Sarah's parents’ house through the winding suburbs. Emma was staying over for the weekend. They walked and talked again about their next school year and what their dorm rooms would be like. Emma would have an assigned roommate. While Sarah, who greatly valued her space and privacy, would have her own private room. 

Sarah's parents were alumni of Lornette College and had influence there. They were wealthy and well-connected, easily paying for Sarah’s tuition. Sarah had several academic scholarships as well though they weren’t needed. Emma, by contrast, did not have academic scholarships and was lucky to even be accepted. She had only barely managed to afford the tuition for her first term, exhausting her savings. She’d also nearly exhausted the goodwill of her father, who’d helped pay for much of it. 

As they continued to chat on their walk from the restaurant, Sarah studied Emma and noted how much her body had changed. Only a year ago, Emma had still looked like a small nerdy guy: rail-thin, short, flat-chested, and skin covered in dense acne. Now, Emma was much taller, her acne had cleared to reveal flawless olive skin, and her hips had widened. But most of all…her breasts! They'd grown, though Sarah couldn’t know by how much exactly, as Emma always wore loose-fitting sweatshirts.

Despite those physical changes, Emma still had many of the physical characteristics that had left her isolated in high school. She slouched terribly, wore thick coke-bottle glasses, and she had large hearing aids. She stubbornly refused to wear contacts, arguing that they were too expensive, and she certainly couldn’t afford the latest technology for hearing aids. Her large hearing aids seemed like they were decades old; they were of a cheap-looking plastic and stuck far out of her ears. 

The fact that she still dressed in the same clothes she'd worn at the start of high school several grades earlier made her breasts even more noticeable; her baggy clothes could only hide so much. Her increased height resulted in her sweaters coming just to her waist, and her breasts pushed the fabric up even further. Emma had developed a habit of tugging on her shirts to cover the skin of her slightly exposed abdomen. But, as Emma still wasn't wearing bras, this resulted in her large breasts bouncing underneath. Sarah noticed that men would stare at Emma's body. But Emma was so stubborn she refused to spend money on new clothes. Every cent she had went to saving for school.

As the sun set and the late-summer evening became cool, Emma’s nipples pushed against the fabric of her sweater. They bounced while she walked. Emma noticed Sarah’s gaze on her body and crossed her arms. Their conversation briefly paused. 

"Emma…” Sarah started, “You really need new clothes. Those are the same ones you wore in junior year. That was years ago. We need to go shopping and get you new things…’

"It's not that bad.” Emma replied quietly. 

"It's...*really* noticeable that your clothes don't fit. Let's go clothes shopping at the mall tomorrow, get you some new stuff?"

They'd nearly arrived at Sarah's house now, and they were walking up the driveway. Emma looked down as they walked, thinking of how much money new clothes would cost. What could she afford? She’d worked all summer but was on such a strict budget she'd barely been able to afford tuition. And she only had so little savings left. She still needed to pay for food, and textbooks, and...

"My treat Em,", Sarah said. "I know money is tight right now..." 

Emma's eyes lit up briefly but then sank down. "I can't let you do that, it's not right," Emma said. "I need to be able to buy my own stuff."

"I insist," stated Sarah emphatically. She held up her parents' credit card. "But, you have to let me pick out the clothes. OK?" 

Emma tugged at her shirt and thought for a moment. "Alright!", she said excitedly. "If you're sure. But nothing expensive, and only a few things?...”