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Girl's Night, Chapter Six.
🕑 Added 2020-08-12 23:31:34 +0000 UTCI'm kind of aware that there are a lot of commission pieces ongoing that are going to take up a lot of my upload spots. I really enjoy writing them, but it's also important to me to put my own content out. With that in mind y'all are getting two chapters today.
As The Tardis refuels on the Cardiff Rift, The Doctor and Yaz must entertain themselves. With unbound lust, a complete lack of any decency, and a highly advanced piece of bio-technology, they take their next steps into depravity together.
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“Doctooooor.” Yaz whined, lying back and draping herself over the back of her chair. “I’m booooored.”
“I know Yazzie.” The Doctor sighed, “But we’ve gotta refuel. Just a few more hours.”
“Cardiff, what are we supposed to do for fun in Cardiff?” Yaz groaned.
The Doctor looked up from the console, a small smirk on her lips. “It’s a lovely city.”
“It’s dull.” Yaz pouted. “And I’m horny.”
“You’re always horny, my love.” The Doctor laughed. Yaz shot her a dirty look and she stuck out her tongue, returning to work at the console. She hummed to herself as she tapped in chemical formulas, it wasn’t as easy as it once had been, the nice stretching of her asshole by the fat black buttplug nestled in her guts distracted her, but she was still more brilliant than any human.
Hands found her waistband and yanked down her pants. She sighed and bent over a little, cooing as Yaz’s face nuzzled between her thighs. Yaz’s tongue found her slit and began to lap eagerly at it, making the Doctor blush and bite her lip. “S… see, who needs cocks to have fun?”
“Us.” Yaz murmured, pulling back and landing a sharp smack to the Doctor’s rump.
“Well, yeah. But this is nice too.”
“Whatcha working on?” Yaz asked, tugging the Doctor’s butt closer and forcing her thighs apart so she could have better access to her cunt.
“Well, I always get hungry in between our adventures.” The Doctor sighed, mewing as Yaz devoured her. “S… so I thought, well, I’m smart and I’ve got a Tardis that can synthesise anything in the universe, why not make something we can enjoy when we’re waiting for new playmates?”
“Hmmm?”
The Doctor groaned and took a small beaker filled with thick, gooey white liquid. “Try this.”
Yaz tore herself away from the Doctor’s pussy and stood up, pressing her round belly against The Doctor’s back as she took the beaker and threw it back in one gulp. She savoured the taste, swilling the potent liquid around her mouth. Her eyes lit up and she grinned, sticking out her tongue and showing off the pool of goo resting on it. “S’ cum!” she gurgled.
“As close as I could manage without actually cultivating living sperm cells.” The Doctor smiled, taking Yaz’s cheeks and kissing her wetly. Their tongues danced between their open mouths, spilling droplets of synthetic spunk down onto their chests, being smeared and soaked into their clothing as hands groped and squeezed at their breasts.
“S’ really yummy.” Yaz breathed as the kiss broke. “More?”
“As much as the Tardis can make.” The Doctor purred, “So as much as we want, I engineered it to be super nutritious too, so eating it is just as healthy as a fully balanced meal.”
“Hmm, I like it when you’re smart.” Yaz giggled.
“I prefer being stupid.” The Doctor shrugged. “It’s more fun.”
“I’m gonna go… take a shower.” Yaz whispered, bringing her hands up to The Doctor’s stained magenta shirt and tugging at her neckline. “Then I’m coming back, and we’re gonna fuck right on the console.”
“That’s not a great idea, the instruments are quite sensitive.” The Doctor mumbled.
“Don’t care.” Yaz smiled. “See you in a bit.”
“Oh, I programmed in the formula to the wider liquid fabrication system.” The Doctor called as Yaz made her way to the door. “So if you want to shower in cum it’d be good to know if it clogs up the showerheads or not, just if I have to make any adjustments.”
“All over it.”
The Doctor smiled and sighed, pouring herself a tall glass and draining it just as quickly. She smacked her lips, delighting in the thick, warm spunk oozing down her throat, and made her way to her favourite seat with her favourite purple dildo fixed neatly onto it. She stepped out of her pants and sat herself down on it, letting out a low coo as its familiar purple length sank deep into her twat.
She bounced lazily in place for a while, humming and stroking her swelling five-month belly, now at the size most would be at a full nine-months thanks to the thirteen young daughters nestled in her womb. It was a nice feeling, being fat and full of life, she wondered once her babies had been born if she’d go get herself knocked up again… Queen Antianiera had been awfully eager to breed them after all, and there were so many others out there in the stars who would make for such excellent fathers to her children.
“Oohf.” She grunted as one of the little brats in her belly kicked. “Hmm, you like it when mummy fucks herself, don’t you? I’ll bet you’ll all be good, strong studs when you grow up, just like your daddies.”
By the time Yaz returned, The Doctor had slurped down four or five pints of spunk, idly pouring herself glass after glass as she watched porn on the Tardis monitors. It was a messy business, the Doctor wasn’t particularly worried about spilling, soon her shirt was sticky and wet, thick globs of cum sticking to the stained magenta fabric.
“Hey you.” Yaz purred from behind her, her voice soft and sultry. “I’ve got a surprise for you too.”
“Oh?” The Doctor asked, turning and gasping as she saw Yaz. “Oh my god!”
Yaz giggled and hoisted her new tits upwards, clapping the fat brown balls of fat together and pinching her nipples. The Doctor stared, dumbstruck. Yaz had always had nice tits, small and cute, only a B-cup, now she was sporting two fleshy footballs on her chest. Her udders were now the size of plump cantaloupes, perfectly soft and smooth and tear-drop shaped. Yaz laughed again and squeezed her new assets between her forearms, flashing a wide grin to the Doctor. “Awesome, right?”
“What did you do? How are your boobs so big!?” The Doctor demanded, a spark of jealousy glowing inside her suddenly. She stood up with a low grunt of pleasure and stalked closer, grabbing Yaz’s chest and groping her experimentally. “What are these?”
“All me.” Yaz purred seductively. “You like them?”
“What did you do?”
“You being all smart gave me some inspiration.” Yaz grinned. “So I asked the Tardis to make me something to make us even in the tits department.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, you’re always lording your titties over me, just cause you’re a fucking cow.” Yaz scowled, “Well now I’ve got fat fucking udders too.”
“I’m only a c-cup!” The Doctor protested, “What are these? Es?”
“Fs.” Yaz smiled. “And I’ve got more so I can make them even bigger if I want.”
“What? Where?” The Doctor scowled, eyes narrowing. She leapt forwards and knocked Yaz onto her ass, hands grabbing and pawing at her pockets as Yaz tried to fight her off.
“Hey! Stop it!”
“No, you’re cheating.”
“Cheating? It’s not a fucking competition!”
“You made it one!” The Doctor hissed, her eyes lighting up as she snatched four tiny syringes from Yaz’s back pocket. “Aha!”
“Nooo, that’s all that’s left!” Yaz squealed, trying to claw them back as The Doctor hastily uncapped them and tore her shirt open. “That’s not fair!”
The Doctor laughed victoriously as she stabbed all four needles into her breasts, two into each plump orb. “Ha! I win!” she grinned, scampering away and fingering her nipples in anticipation. “And I’m locking the formula out so you can’t make any more!”
“You greedy bitch!” Yaz shrieked, pouncing and slapping the doctor, who fell back squealing and batting at her, bringing them both tumbling onto the floor.
“Traitor!” The Doctor screamed, pulling Yaz’s hair.
“You’re such a greedy slut!” Yaz howled, clawing at the Doctor’s shoulders with her nails. “It was mine!”
“Just because you’re jealous!” The Doctor spat back, biting Yaz’s ear sharply and making the younger girl squeak with pain. Yaz hands slammed downwards onto the Doctor’s chest and suddenly the Time-lord fell back, squealing with pleasure.
Yaz blinked and pulled back, staring down as the Doctor writhed beneath her. Each of her tits had swollen to three times their size, almost as big as the blonde’s head, her nipples were hard and erect and were gushing milk in thick, creamy streams. Yaz grinned slowly and ground her palms down into the Doctor’s new rack a little harder, surprised to see that The Doctor’s milk was a brilliant gold in colour and smelled distinctively of honey. The Doctor’s eyes crossed as the jets of milk pulsed, spraying messily everywhere and thoroughly soaking her. “Mlaaaaaha.” The time-lord gurgled, hands still weakly pushing against Yaz’s face and chest in a vain attempt to escape.
“You like that, you stupid cow?” Yaz growled, kneading the Doctor’s tits and coaxing more and more milk from her thick pink nipples. She shifted and ground her knee between the blonde’s quivering thighs, pressing against her mound and making her squeal and moan all the more. “You like being milked?”
“Yaaazz.” The Doctor sobbed, “My titties! So full!”
“Roll over.” Yaz hissed, grabbing the doctor by the shoulders and flipping her onto her front. The Blonde whimpered as her new udders pressed against the floor, her own weight crushing the immense globes of flesh. “You deserve this, for being so greedy.”
“Greedy cow.” The Doctor whimpered as Yaz’s fingers sank into the warm, slippery flesh of her breasts, squeezing and stroking and pouring her milk out onto the Tardis floor. “Bad girl… so stupid… so greedy.”
“Apologise.” Yaz breathed into The Doctor’s ear, grinding her body tight against the blonde’s back.
“S… sorry Yaazzie.” The Doctor whined.
“Now moo like a good cow.”
“Mooooo!” The blonde squealed, eyes crossing as she gushed her quim over the Tardis floor. Yaz laughed evilly and pinched the Doctor’s nipples, forcing her milk to spray out like a showerhead, she pressed her lips tight against the time-lord’s cheek and growled lustfully.
“I’m going to fuck you now, you stupid whore.”
The Doctor whimpered with shameful delight, kneeling and milking herself brainlessly as Yaz rummaged through the box of sextoys under the console. The sensation of milk gushing out of her had her practically dripping with arousal. It seemed on top of sparking growth in her breasts it had completely sent her into overdrive, causing her to lactate like a fountain.
A soft coo of bliss escaped her panting mouth as Yaz slipped the broad, fat head of a truly immense blue dildo into her sopping cunt. In an instant her voluptuous rear was quivering and twerking as she shook herself back against the invading rubber, desperate to slide every last inch into her gushing womanhood. She heard Yaz mew and glanced back, sobbing with arousal as she saw Yaz guiding the other end of the blue shaft into her own hole.
“Love youuuu.” She moaned, wiggling herself back against the dildo, eager to feel Yaz’s fat brown butt stroke her own fleshy white cheeks. Yaz groaned vaguely, apparently distracted from her attempts to punish the doctor by her own pleasure, The Doctor couldn’t help but be a little disappointed.
“Love you too, you fucking heifer.” Yaz growled, biting her lip as she forced herself backwards. The Doctor giggled and lowered herself to the ground, moaning as her new udders squished against the cool Tardis floor. What little milk remained sloshing inside her began to ooze out from the pressure of her own body resting on the immense pale tits.
A wet slurping, slapping sound drifted through the Tardis as both women’s sloppy cunts sucked at the dildo, greedily inhaling it into themselves, working closer and closer to one another to a chorus of whimpers and moans.
The Doctor giggled. “Mooo! Look how much milk I’m squirting out! Moooo!”
“Uhhh, fuck.” Yaz groaned. “Damn it.”
“Whu… what?”
“I’m lactating too.” Yaz whined, “Fuck it feels so weird.”
“We’re both stupid slutty cows now!” The Doctor grinned vacantly. “God it feels so good to be a dumb preggers bimbo!” she jerked her hips and mewed with delight as she finally felt the soft kiss of Yaz’s ass against hers.
The clapping of flesh sounded as Yaz and the Doctor fucked themselves ass to ass, fat doughy cheeks clashing with every twitch of their hips. It wasn’t long before both of them were panting and grunting like animals, their meeting wet and sticky with one another’s arousal. The Doctor gasped and squirted messily against Yaz, resting her head on her arms and twerking her fat ass contentedly.
“Yazzie?”
“Yuh?” Yaz grunted, working herself closer to her own orgasm even as The Doctor slowed down to lazy, sleepy rolls of her hips.
“We should get married.”
Yaz bit her lip, gasping as she came. “You… you wanna get married?”
“I love you so much.” The Doctor mumbled. “I wanna be your wife. We can be slut wives together. We can travel and whore and get knocked up together for ever!”
“But… you’re gonna outlive me by thousands of years.” Yaz breathed, letting out a soft sigh as the Doctor crawled away, tugging the fat blue shaft out of the soaking mess between her thighs and licking it clean.
“So let’s make the most of the time we’ve got.” The Doctor purred, handing the other end of the messy dildo to Yaz so they could both lick and suckle it clean of their quim. “Be my wife Yazzie, Pwease?”
“Hmmm, ok.” Yaz smiled, slipping her lips over the dildo and sinking herself as far down as she could. The Doctor giggled with delight and did the same, the two sharing a wet kiss as their lips met at the halfway mark of the immense rubber shaft. “But…” Yaz gurgled as the fat dildo vacated her throat. “I want it done right… I want… a proper wedding.”
“Ooooh, can we invite your family?” The Doctor grinned eagerly, Yaz slapped her cheek, scowling.
“No! they’ll only ruin it, they won’t understand!”
“Aw… are you sure? Your sister’s cute.” The Doctor pouted. “And I bet your mum would make a great whore if we corrupted her.”
“You’re not allowed to fuck my mum, or my sister.” Yaz growled, staggering to her feet. “I won’t travel with you if you do.” The Doctor pursed her lips and whined, shuffling closer and winding her arms around Yaz’s waist.
She kissed the taut brown skin of Yaz’s pregnancy and smiled up at her. “Ok, Yazzie. I promise.”
“Good.” Yaz smirked. “Now lie down, I’m gonna sit on your face.”
“Mmmm, I knew there was a reason I loved you.” The Doctor purred, obediently lying back and grinning Yaz rested herself comfortably on top of her, sighing as her new fiancé’s tongue began to slather against her cunt. She glanced over at the console and licked her lips, suddenly ravenously hungry. The Doctor’s pint glass was still balanced on the console, a thin sheen of spunk still glazing it, she smiled and grabbed it.
“God this stuff is so fucking good.” Yaz groaned, smacking her lips and slurping a thin rope of cum off her chin, dipping her glass back under the tap on the console and refilling it to the brim. She could feel the hot, sticky goo slide against her fingers as it overflowed. She hummed, drinking in a deep breath of the smell as she brought it up to her lips again. “Delicious.”
The Doctor hummed beneath her, tongue sliding up and down the sloppy mess of her womanhood. Yaz giggled at the sensation, pulling away from the glass and hiccupping. Long strands of spunk dangled down from her chin, dripping onto her fat new tits. She cooed and reached down with her free hand, smearing the thick white drops into her soft brown skin. The cum felt as good on her flesh as it felt slipping down her throat, she mewed and looked down.
The Doctor’s fat, round belly was standing upwards just beneath her new udders which were resting against Yaz’s thighs. Her legs were parted, bent at the knee and quivering, her cunt was wet and glistening, eager to be played with, if only The Doctor’s hands weren’t busy gripping and squeezing Yaz’s ass as it smothered her.
Yaz groaned and tipped the glass, pouring the last half of the sperm over her chest and cooing as it oozed down her flesh. She watched the little rivulets of spunk dribble over her coffee skin, tracing the swell of her fat new tits, oozing over the roundness of her swelling belly, and making their way down to where the Doctor was greedily devouring her pussy.
“I’m… gonna make you… lick every last drop of this off me.” Yaz growled, reaching down and groping one of the blonde’s plump udders. “And then… we’re going to take a bath in cum.”
“Mhhhmh.” The Doctor mumbled; voice muffled by Yaz’s flesh.
“And then… we’ll get married. By someone beautiful, with a fat fucking cock. And she’ll fuck us in front of everyone.”
“Hh.” The Doctor sighed as Yaz slipped back, cradling the blonde’s cheeks in her hands. “We’ll have our first kiss with two mouthfuls of spunk between us.”
“And we’ll get matching rings.” Yaz mewed as The Doctor stroked her petals with dainty fingers. “Nose rings?”
“Nipple rings.” The Doctor frowned.
“Oooh, Clit piercings!” Yaz grinned. “We can rub our rings together when we scissor.”
“You are so fucking smart.” The Doctor sighed lovingly. “Who shall we invite?”
“Can we bring the people we’ve fucked? Antianeira? The Perisites? Queen Allecor?” Yaz asked.
The Doctor pouted. “The Perisites won’t leave their village and Queen Allecor won’t leave the moon just for us. Antianeira might come, but it might be bad for the timeline for her to leave her time.”
“So… none of our friends.” Yaz sighed sadly. The Doctor rolled over and kissed her gently, scooping up the cooling sperm sticking to her skin.
“We can make new friends, a proper bachelorette party will need plenty of cocks for us to suck.” The Doctor purred. “Now… how about that bath?”
Yaz purred and bit her lip, raking her hands through The Doctor’s matted hair before hauling herself to her feet, she turned and blew a kiss over her shoulder, putting a little extra sway in her hips to make her ass bounce as she headed for the bathroom.
The Doctor sat up and watched her bride-to-be leave. She licked her lips, and quickly followed, plans to thoroughly gorge herself on her fiancé’s cunt already swimming in her mind.
