Carry Slice of Life 1

The initial plan to stay out the entire day and have fun with her friends had quickly escalated in ways she had not initially planned, or rather, in ways she had not taken into account given her relatively new abilities and the fact that she had not been around them long enough in her new body to truly know what they could do or try to do. At first Carry wanted to chat, show off a little, ok more than just a little: her body was a literal bomb with tits, legs and ass for days, not to mention the fact that no matter how big or baggy her pants were, she somehow always managed to make the shape of her cock as visible as if she wore nothing on but a skimpy pair of panties. Most of the time she did not wear any but that was beside the point: Carry loved herself and she wanted everyone to love her back, which apparently came in the form of a lot of teasing, dirty talk and no small amount of rubbing and grinding against her crotch.

Sure, it was amazing and lewd, the newfound pleasure of being able to talk of sex and what she'd do to her friends as others walked past her or even sat next to her was exhilarating, if anything it was an understatement as every single time she did that, her cock would harden on the spot. It didn't matter that she was at the mall, at a restaurant or at the office with her coworkers, if she even remotely started chatting with them about how hung she was, how hot she was or how hard she wanted to cum on their faces, the latter left for whispers in remote and poorly monitored locations, she'd let herself grow hard and blush with apparent shame as she fiddled with a slab of cock no one had the right to have, trying to cram it inside her pants or inside her shirt. The amount of times she was working in her office, casually chatting with a friend, her shaft hard, leaking, visible underneath her shirt after all the precum had soaked through, letting them see the fat flare beneath, the dark flesh and most of all the sheer size of her cock right there with casual confidence. At the same time the number of times she had to cut the fun short to avoid cumming her brains out from that alone and be forced to make a shameful retreat to the bathroom for a change of clothes was far too high and not high enough at the same time.

That day was not different at all but she was prepared at long last: before going out, Carry had managed to secure her shaft with the thickest condom that the market had available that was not for taurs or absurdly cartoonish pornstars. The XXXXL rube of silicon fit snugly on her cock, something that made her harder than she already was as she tried to see if it'd fit. Seeing herself in the mirror, naked, her balls swaying with her every movement while she wrestled with half a metre of pure black breeder material. As she finally managed to get the damn ring over her flare, Carry watched her shaft nestle in between her tits, safely tucked in for the moment. The first spurt of precum arrived less than five seconds later, bloating the tip ever so slightly. She smiled and started putting on her clothes, one by one, and by the time she had everything on, panties included, the reservoir had enough pre to rival a regular dude's entire orgasm sloshing inside the condom. Had she not restrained herself, it'd have swelled to double the size in that moment alone. Thus equipped, Carry went on with her day.

The first change of condom arrived a whole hour and a half later, much to her pleasure and her worry: it took an hour for her friends to notice that with every tease and joke the very much visible shape of her cock would twitch but no stain appeared as per usual and Carry's shirt would bloat and stretch around something. The next thirty minutes were spent entirely on testing their hypothesis, meaning everyone did their best to tease, hinting at how flustered she looked and if she needed a hand to unload her balls. Before long Carry had to excuse herself, a quick trip to the bathroom and a quicker, more rushed attempt to not dump her load just yet into the toilets as she changed condom and tossed the litre of sloshing pre into a bin. That did not make the situation any better and soon the most devious of all, Violet, issued a challenge to whoever could make Carry fill her condom quicker, make her run out of condoms or make her blow her load in public. The challenge was not a secret of course, presented just as the dragon herm returned from her second change in three hours, something that threatened to make the third arrive far too soon. She herself took it up, betting with them that she'd not cum or run out of condoms before she returned home. Two more hours left in their afternoon together and five reserve condoms to go.

Darren was on first of course, being the one that noticed the strange events: he made sure no one was around and the pulled Carry close to himself, using the rest of the group as a shield as he made out with her, his shaft grinding against hers, utterly dwarfed by the thick slab of dragon flesh. He pressed his beak to the flare, rubbing it gently. Between the two of them he was the one to lose the fight, the thick, heady scent making him blow his load into his pants cleanly after a couple minutes, thus leaving the space to his girlfriend. Violet was far less subtle, immediately opening her mouth and wrapping it around that massive flare, suckling upon it, slowly dragging Carry out of the way and into a dark corner of a clothes shop until she trapped her into a changing booth. The devious lizard did not hold back in the least, taking off both her shirt and the dragoness', letting the monster cock free just enough for the condom to bloat with a healthy rush of precum and for the musk wafting off of it to spread and fill the room with a reek of lust, salt and need. Both herms kissed while two of their friends looked through the curtains of the booth, their cocks sandwiched between their tits, Carry's once again smothering her lover's with girth, length and sheer heat radiating from the dark ebony flesh like a heater. Both made out against that flare, kissing it, making the rubber stretch and bloat until the allotted time Violet was given ran out and Carry was left panting, so hard she doubted she could put on a shirt and not blow on the spot and so very pent up.

Katherine, an otter that had been dragged into the entire thing almost against her will and the youngest of the group called next, preventing Carry from even getting out of the booth and immediately throwing herself onto the dragoness, pulling her pants down and burying her face into the massive pair of melons she called balls. The thick stench of horny dragon spread even more, making the small space feel like a sauna running off of seawater, hot, sweaty and salty. Katherine seemingly had no intention to participate in the challenge at all, unless her plan was on a dozen different levels at once: the otter crammed both hands in her pants and started fingering herself as her nose was literally glued to the twitching, churning pair of nuts Carry stashed into her shorts, huffing, sniffing and dragging her short tongue all over until the two orbs shone with saliva and the floor was coated in juices.

Fortunately for the dragoness, the staff from the shop came to her rescue and demanded they either buy or stop hogging the booth, which of course meant a rushed attempt to put on clothes and pretend no one was trying to cum on the premises. Carry had to change condom, which was seen as a minor win for them, although Katherine was still idly rubbing her muff through her pants and breathing in all the scent stuck to her nostrils. Minutes later and they arrived at the cinema where the real challenge was about to begin since, on the exact moment that the lights turned down and the three other people beside the group started focusing on the movie, the entire group locked their heads onto the dragoness sitting right in the middle and started taking off her clothes once more, leaving her with pants around her ankles and a shirt rolled up to bare her tits to whoever was watching through the security cameras, if there was really someone. Darren and Katherine rushed to her knees and started licking her balls, snorting the scent and making the dragoness moan under her breath. The sheer lewdness of it all was bloating the condom faster than she liked, but the feeling of her sack worshipped like that in a cinema, her sweat soaking into the seat and her cock bobbing free barely five rows away from another group was far too deviant and amazing for her to care. It bloated and bloated, the sheer weight of it almost dragging the fat stalk lower, and it'd have if not for Violet sitting on Carry's lap and humping against it, half naked as well, once again making out with her friend and her cock.

The dragoness had no worry about moaning now, since her mouth was either full of Violet's tongue or her own flare, her hands roaming over the lizard's shaft, coated in precum since she wasn't putting on a condom or caressing the fat tits that devious reptile flaunted at every occasion. In the meantime, the two at their feet half focused on the twitching sack and half on the tailhole of the lizard above it, huffing ass as much as dragon nuts, teasing both in ways that threatened to make both blow their load. Carry sunk her claws into the seat, enduring the full frontal assault with all her might despite her desire to simply let go as her sack swelled with spunk she just couldn't bear not unloading all over their faces. Her condom bloated faster and faster until it bent sideways, plopping on the armrest and swelling some more before Carry hurriedly pinched it. To avoid turning the entire row into a precum soaked heaven, the dragoness crammed her flare into Violet's mouth, forcing her to swallow thicker loads of pre and taste the salty, dense, heavy flavour of her nuts. The lizard came a little, painting her friend's underboobs in weak spurts for long seconds until the next condom was on. Three left and the movie was about to end.

Eventually all of them grew desperate: Carry needed to cum so badly it hurt and the others wanted to win at all costs. Violet was still riding but soon the other two stopped their ball massage and joined them, a four way makeout session breaking out around Carry's cock, kissing, licking the exposed flesh, rubbing shafts and a slick, heated pussy on it, teasing the flaring tip over and over. Half an hour left in the movie, twenty minutes. Carry mewled as her sack hummed with an impending orgasm of massive proportions. She desperately put on a fresh condom just to be safe and just in time as her entire cock bloated with the first spurt of cum, the reservoir tip quadrupling in size within seconds, growing and growing with every heaving push of the black spheres beneath the lizard's thick ass. Violet came with her, painting the herm's cock in white, Darren joining them after the condom rolled on his face, burying his beak in a sloshing, barely contained mass of churning cum. Katherine wasn't far behind, her pussy sliding over the medial ring, smearing fluids all over it as she spasmed and twitched, adding to the healthy reek of sex and lust that finally overtook the smell of popcorn and drinks. Another condom, another series of reckless orgasms as the group tried to gather their bearings before the lights turned on.

They had to hide the filled condoms under the seats as they were bigger than what their small popcorn buckets could ever hope to hold and got out of the room walking funny, all smelling of salt and sex but not enough to make the guards and the other customers turn their heads. At most they were perplexed by their gleeful, blushing faces after coming out of a horror movie.

Carry shambled home, still hard, still leaking into one more hyper condom just for the kick of it and eventually collapsed in bed after stripping down, tits following the loving pull of gravity and sagging to either side of her chest as her shaft loomed above, a fat musky and steaming pillar of maleness that just wouldn't stop unloading precum. Her balls churned idly, swelling and growing as the dragoness fell asleep, her emergency condom swelling bigger, bigger and bigger still, her mind wandering back and forth between the events of the day and fantasies of what else she could have done to make it better. In her dreams she was not hiding at all in the cinema, instead she had invited the other people to join, spreading her legs for them all to huff and lick her balls, forgetting about a silly movie and focusing on making her cum as hard as she could, no condom to prevent her from turning the entire place into a musky mess. She was back in the café, Darren giving her a footjob under the table, his crotch hosed down in precum as the dragoness calmly drank her latte, the owl wrapping his slick talons around her medial ring and bringing her to orgasm as if nothing but her pleasure mattered. Then she saw herself in the clothing store, her cock in full view of the other customers as she tried on lingerie suitable for her massive junk, silken ball bras and cock socks, all of them ruined moments later as the clerks ate her ass out in the middle of the store and made her cum, testing just how much the flimsy cotton could soak before it was ruined by her taste and scent.

In reality the condom was still there of course and it kept on swelling, larger and larger, merely held up by the thick muscles keeping Carry's cock steel hard and jutting towards the ceiling. The dragon herm huffed in her sleep, cumming both in the dream and outside of it, her nuts stinking up the place and soaking the bed with sweat as they made the stretchy silicon bloat to dangerous levels. In the middle of the night, the apartment echoed with a loud pop and then a louder, lewder splattering sound as the brave condom shattered, litres of pre and spunk turning the entire bedroom into a mess, almost completely coating Carry's front in cum and a healthy portion of the bed and furniture as well, but the dragoness failed to wake up, too busy dreaming to notice herself cumming hands free all over her face moments later.