Sandy's Lust chpt 2
#2 of Sandy's Lust
The next morning proved busy for the scientific, karate loving squirrel. Her actions last night inspired a spark of genius and possible insanity: if she didn't want a repeat of events, or worse, she'd better get to work on a heat suppressing serum. And work she did, from the crack of dawn to the morn.
She slaved over a never-ending table of chemistry and other random scientific stuff, with flasks innumerable to the eye bubbling with more colors than a rainbow. A dusty, green chalkboard sat behind the working squirrel supporting all of her math and equations. "Hmm, if I mix this stuff with this stuff, I should be able to create a serum that'll restrict my heat until it passes over." With a flask in each hand, her left holding a mysterious red fluid, and her right a blue liquid, she poured the contents into an awaiting beaker, watching the two fluids mix perfectly into a nice purple essence. "Hmm: no eroding glass; no emissions of toxic or fatal fumes; grape-scented; yep, this 'ere doggy's safe to drink!"
Sandy closed her eyes, and felt the drink slither down her throat like a bubbly soda pop. It even tasted grape flavored, what a bonus! It all went down more pleasantly than expected, Sandy usually took it as a general rule that drinking chemicals were far from appetizing. From the tingling sensation awaking in her crotch, she took it as the chemicals were already working their magic. Or maybe she just had to pee. She honestly didn't know what heat suppression felt like. But whatever it was, it slowly slithered up from her crotch to her stomach, and then to her chest, a slightly burning feel was left in its wake. Her body warmed up faster than a gas oven, which worried the squirrel- she felt like she was being cooked from the inside. Something was going wrong: as she peered down her chest, her once flat breasts pushed against her purple bikini top, growing larger than beach balls. Just the sheer weight and size of her enlarged ladies snapped the poor top straight off her shoulders, they weren't made to hold G-cups! The burning in her hip area was masked over with pain, like her pelvis was being broken down to a molecular level, then reconstructed in a much wider form than before. With her new hips in place, her originally slim, straight waist was given a sharp sexy, curve, and her thighs filled themselves in to fit their new base. The serum even affected her sex lips, increasing its plushy flesh and saliva in volume.
"Aw, dangnabbit!" The squirrel didn't like what her body had become, the potion she created did the exact opposite she expected: she wanted to suppress herself, not express herself! Her hands were unused to holding her massive ladies, feeling her own fat and flesh morph and form in her own palms. Clamping her perky nips between her furry fingers launched a shock of sensitivity down her spine, they were softer than originally conceived. "This ain't what I had in mind- I look sexier than a fresh bed of petunias soaking in a heavy April shower with this body! This ain't supposed to happen! I don't understand what went wrong, I mixed everything correctly according to my calculations! Great, just great; I hope this isn't permanent." Though in her disappointment she did find a sort of silver lining: at least her fur feels softer, now. Her pelt had been feeling oddly coarse, lately, even with all her grooming rituals.
For some reason, a little voice in her head told her to seize the opportunity, press and rub her sexy tits against each other. Against her liking, something possessed her hands to abide the voice. Sandy couldn't help herself: she moved, groped, and massaged her oversized jugs in every possible motion she could imagine, fighting back the waves of sick joy she gained from each movement. "I-I-I...wh-what's goin' on? I-I-I dun't feel right!" The squirrel's body wasn't in her control anymore, nothing she did was in her intentions. Her hands glided across her perky mounds, gripping them tightly as if she tried to milk herself, and drove the girl mad with ecstasy. Her body was its own play toy, and she had no idea how to stop; she couldn't even decide if she wanted to stop.
The shock of her easily pleasurable twins sent Sandy falling straight to her cushy butt, her constantly moaning replaced any desire to fight against her own urges as she just sat there, a torture doll to her own hands. As much as she wanted to stand back up, her legs were paralyzed with pleasure. As soon as one of her hands migrated to her crotch and laid a single finger on her drooling sex flower, everything went blank. Her juicy pussy immediately sucked in her digits, and would only let go when it wanted to. She was a slave to her own sex, moving only as her vagina permitted. In, out, in, out, in, out, her pelvis spat out and sucked her hand right back in in a never-ending pattern. She noticed how much tighter she became, almost able to crush herself within her flesh walls, had the overabundance of natural lube not been provided. It was clear to her at this point: in this war of control over her own estrus, in this match of tug-o-war against her own urges, she was losing.
Sandy laid herself down on the wet grass while she continued abusing herself. Her legs raised high in the air shamelessly, fully accepting the brutal fisting as if they went through this torture many times before. The sluttiest grin ever stretched across her face, one that confused happiness with submission and sex, her tongue flapped carelessly out of her open mouth. The world around her didn't exist anymore: she couldn't feel the dew of the lawn soaking into her back, logic and sense became just a fairytale to the girl. Fueled by her own drug and magnified instinct, all she could think and care about was how far deep she could drive her own fist down her love tube.
How long has it been, now? Ten, maybe twenty minutes she's been put through this pleasuring torture? With a hand teasing her breast, and the other occupying her uterus, Sandy doubted she had anything remaining of her own mind left; her heat had taken full control, and won't let go until her climatic end. Fortunately for whatever remainder of her original self was left, that end would come sooner than expected. Her pelvis squirmed wildly as her fist still danced inside, building pressure quicker than a water heater threatening to blow. "Haaaagggghhhh~!! Haaaagggghhhh~!! D-dear, Neptune, don't let it end this quickly-aahh~!!" Too bad for Sandy, King Neptune had different plans for her. With a final push, her pussy erupted like a high-powered geyser. What used to be instinct-driven moaning turned into screaming, not that it was hurting her in any way, but because this glorious experience was ending quicker than she wanted. As she cried she violently jerked her hips, spraying her cum everywhere. Her orgasm showed no immediate signs of seizing, but she couldn't care less- as long as she kept feeling this happy, she hoped her climax never ended.
The powerful current quickly grew weak, only becoming a little sprinkle from her tired gender. Though with all her waterworks all petered out and dry, Sandy's hips still jerked with a wild passion. As soon as her lower half had its fill of activity, she laid across her lawn, with no more energy to spare herself. Only her exhausted, heavy breath rang through the air. Her beating heart felt like it was performing in a percussion line during Friday night. Her thighs and lower parts tingled with fulfillment, but for some odd reason, that same feeling didn't translate very well with the rest of her body. Even in her tired state, she still thirsted for action, to fulfill her over abundant desires. But for now, a nap. "Y-yeah...a nap sounds mighty good right now..." She closed her eyes, and slowly blacked out, disregarding the fact any fish strolling by might see her naked on her lawn. But what would they do about it? They're fish- they don't understand mammalian anatomy. But on the bright side: those dancing acorns in her head won't stand a chance!
After hours of what she considered the best nap she ever had, she had a plan: with her estrus magnified more than ever, thanks to her fluke serum, she decided not to go through weeks of brutally punishing herself. If she couldn't beat it, then she'll reluctantly join in with her urges, and find a mate. Though she had to admit she was having a slightly bad day: with her new body, neither her air suit, nor her bikini could fit her; even her nightdress given to her by her granmammy for Christmas fit her about as well as toddler clothes would on a high schooler. Her rocket had its coordinates set for Texas, and awaited its cargo to be loaded up. "Man, I actually can't believe Spongebob n' Patrick didn't come over to visit me, today." She said to herself in astonishment as she walked into her transport to the surface world; she'd have a looooooooooot of explainin' to do to those eggheads. The latch closed, and the engines rumbled, awaiting the commands of its operator. "Coordinates set for Texas! Priming engine thrusters! Initiating countdown: 5...4...3...2...1...BLAST OFF!" With a press of a big red button, the entire rocket shook with the ferocity of an earthquake. The engines spat out a curtain of flames like mad dragons, forcing the rest of the metal can to slowly rise in the air. The thrust grew stronger, and the rocket found its momentum to pierce through Sandy's tree dome, sending the squirrel off to the world of dry land.
But just as Sandy speculated, where have the sponge and starfish been the entire day? What had their attention, and diverted them from spending time with their squirrelfriend? Within the sandy domain underneath the starfish's rock, the duo had THE most intense game of Eels N' Escalators laid in front of them, a game so marvelous Neptune himself would leave the seas at rest, just to spectate.
"Hey, Patrick, don't you feel like we've forgotten to do something, today?" The yellow sponge asked his friend, suddenly taking his mind off the game for a single second.
"I always do, Spongebob, I always do."
"Heh, Oh well. COME ON: ESCALATORS, ESCALATORS, ESCALATORS!!!" Spongebob rolled the dice in his hand with all his might before throwing them down on the board, only to be disappointed in the result the dice had to say.
"Eels."