We All Have Needs

Lucretia burrowed as far back as the hard lecture theatre seat would allow her, trying to keep her composure over the hot fog rising up her body. She knew that trying to come into a lecture with her condition was a terrible idea. A now-familiar savoury, musky smell was assailing her nostrils. Her tongue kept leaving her mouth to glide across her lips, thick, bee-stung glistening mounds that seemed to be plugged directly into her lizard brain, along with the gentle bobbling sensations from her oversized, super-sensitive breasts. She could feel the hunger building in the bottom of her stomach.  The whole suite of sensations were the new normal for an addict.

Her eyes flicked over to a guy sitting at the other end of the row from her. Between the scent gently wafting over to her carried by the air conditioning behind him and the casual stance he took with wide-spread legs, she could tell he was a hit. That sent her mind reeling with intrusive thoughts about what she wanted to do to him, pushing her desk aside and crawling down the aisle until she could shove her face between his spread legs-

She yelped, realising again that she was running her tongue over her deliciously plump lips. Drool was starting to make its way down her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths, but all that made her aware of was how her tits pressed into her too-small shirt. Not for the first time, she cursed the horny little shit who’d flooded her campus with that fucking drug.

Some incel basement goblin science major had managed to develop some sort of drug that he thought was going to get him laid. It got him laid, all right – it made his scent irresistible to women and doubled the size of his cock. It was what happened when his enhanced cum slid down the throat of his first conquest, though, and anyone else who swallowed the spunk of someone who’d taken the drug, that Lucretia was truly regretting.

Soon after learning the effects, he began distributing samples of his concoction around the campus. By the time administration had dealt with him, it was too late – there was a thriving illicit trade in the stuff. Lucretia hadn’t even gone down on someone for her brush with the drug – she’d been the victim of a random load deposited in a burger from the college cafeteria. She’d noticed the strange taste in the burger and spat it out, but it was too late.

The first thing she’d noticed was her mouth felt both wet and parched at the same time. Two cups of soda and a jug of water later and the feeling hadn’t gone away – if anything, it was worse. She found her mouth full of drool if she stopped thinking about it for a while, at the same time as feeling thirstier than she’d ever felt in her life.

The second thing she noticed was starting to catch whiffs of a tantalising scent every so often as she walked around the campus halls – deep, rich, musky and savoury. Smelling it made her salivate even harder, and made her tongue feel swollen and too big for her mouth. However, it was when she licked her lips and nearly fell to her knees with sensation that she had to accept that she’d become incurably addicted to cock.

Lucretia was now one of the many girls on campus with an inexorable need to swallow spunk, and a variety of biological upgrades to assist with that need. The primary, and most inconvenient one, was her new ability to smell the hormones that marked someone as having a penis. The longer it had been since they’d cum, the stronger the scent. It drove into her brain like a railroad spike, pushing aside all other rational thought and instinct, tantalising her with the promise of a chance to fulfil the new need that burned hotter inside her than any other. People who’d taken the virility drug, “hits” as the addicts called them, were even stronger, to the point where she could barely be in the same room as one of them for ten minutes at a time without dropping to her knees.

She realised she was staring at the hit, and he was grinning, meeting her eyes dead-on. He knew, of course. He couldn’t smell her like she could him, but it wasn’t as if the slim girl with the long, straight dark hair and black glasses eyeing him up like prime rib could have been anything else. A pair of K-cup tits and glistening cock-pillow lips whose shape and volume couldn’t possibly have been the creation of any plastic surgeon marked her for what she was. He was lean, with long blond hair and a hint of stubble, but even those vague notes about his appearance washed away when he shifted position, moving his desk to reveal the massive bulge in his jeans.

Her breath rattled in her throat and a string of drool made its way down her chin again. It had been three hours since she’d gotten a load, and between that and the extra-strength cock-chemicals flooding off the grinning man, the last half-dozen brain cells she had still functioning at that point started to shut down. He put his desk aside and sidled down the row to sit next to her, her eyes following the gentle bounce of the mound straining against the denim between his legs. He didn’t say anything, merely opening his fly and pulling his cock out with a relieved grunt.

Lucretia’s new friend must have already been a decent size before he’d taken the drug, because now he was an absolute monster. Over thirteen inches of man-meat slid out of his jeans, the entire pole glistening with the constant stream of precum the enhanced gentlemen started to produce when they’d gone more than half an hour or so without shooting off. At the base of his gargantuan prong was the delayed effect the drug’s creator hadn’t anticipated; a pair of overproductive testicles each the size of a cantaloupe, that not only made sperm but also contributed fluid. They were so productive that their owners had to cum roughly once every four or five hours or they’d end up in crippling pain. Even that often was at absolute best uncomfortable. News of that inconvenience seemed to be one of the only things even somewhat stopping the uptake of the drug.

Lucretia leaned down without even a hint of conscious thought, her overstuffed lips meeting the head of his cock with a gentle kiss, her tongue picking up the wonderful taste of his precum, his scent rising into her nostrils and wreathing her head, expanding to fill the entirety of her existence. She whined as she dragged her lips down his slick shaft, nuzzling her face into the soft skin that joined his scrotum to the base of his dick. She halted for a moment, listening to the gentle gurgling, groaning noises his balls made as they went about their endless work.

It wasn’t as if Lucretia had disliked dicks before she’d been hit by the addiction, but her chemically-enforced craving for cum brought with it a nearly-devout appreciation for them. She couldn’t even be businesslike about her need, something always snapped in her brain and she ended up worshipping at the altar of Penis. Even if her lips hadn’t been as sensitive as her clitoris, the sheer satisfaction involved in having his cock pressed against her face or her mouth alone would have driven her behaviour, and the fact that she could cum just from the contact of a cock on her lips was a bonus.

He groaned, gently running one hand through the top of Lucretia’s hair, the raven locks flowing through his fingers. The professor stopped briefly in his lecture, moving to admonish the pair, then decided better of it. Most of the faculty had ended up having to grudgingly accept the constant refrain of energetic, sloppy blowjobs around campus, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t given some lectures with a cum-addicted slut hidden behind the lectern.

Lucretia’s dick-pillows enveloped the fat head of the man’s cock, rewarding her with a thick flood of precum that slid down her throat like molten gold. She pulled back with a thick, slurping kiss, exulting in the taste for a moment, then suckled the head back into her mouth. As well as being longer he was substantially thicker than the average man, but that was no obstacle to a mouth built for fellatio. Her gag reflex was a thing of the past, so his well-lubricated pole slid down her throat with only the merest hint of resistance, inch by slow, exultant inch, her throat bulging with its passage, until her lips made contact with his groin. She hummed happily, feeling her throat buzz against his flesh, bringing her hands up to cup the bottoms of his oversized balls, feeling their weight and heat. One hand slid off and wrapped around the base of his dick as she slid her mouth back up, replacing the captivity of her throat with long, gentle strokes that practically glided up his shaft between both of their fluids.

He grunted, his breathing growing faster and rougher, mouth dropping open as Lucretia twisted her face gently from side to side as she pulled her mouth back up to just below the ridge of his glans, then plunged it back down again, jerking off half of his cock with her hand and fucking the other half with her throat. Her hips wiggled in her seat as her lips sent playtime shivers straight between her legs. When she bottomed out on him, she could hear the organic sound of his testicles percolating with the load she was so desperately anticipating.

No more than a few minutes later she felt his breathing spike, an extra-loud gurgle from between his legs and a half-choke, half-moan, accompanied by a sudden blast of his cock-scent. She quickly slid her mouth back up so that only the tip remained inside and used both hands to pump his shaft until he moaned loudly and began to shoot off. Hot spunk flooded her mouth, and she just let her brain switch off in the sudden flood of sensation the taste created and allowed her instincts to take over.

Each rope was like taking a shot, and she had to gulp in order to keep up with the high-pressure flow. Even with her finely-tuned instincts, though, rivulets of the pearly goo escaped out either side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. It wasn’t until twenty long, hard, laborious shots later that his flow finally stopped, letting her slump back in a dizzy high.

The sensation of swallowing a load wasn’t orgasmic, exactly. It was beyond that. It was the deepest, most exquisite afterglow in the world. It forcibly relaxed every single part of her body, to the point where she was barely able to move, and certainly couldn’t think. It was better than sex had ever been. By the time she came to, her lover had already zipped himself up and moved back to his seat, without another word. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a cum dumpster – and when it made her feel this good, she didn’t even care.

She didn’t listen to another word of the class. All she could do was ruminate on the taste filling her mouth, gently lifting globs of cum from her chin and where it had dripped onto her chest and feeding them into her mouth, moaning as she suckled her fingers with her ridiculous lips. Even in that afterglow, though, she could still smell him – not just from his scent wafting over to her, but rising off her own body, from within her own stomach, her body seemed to be exuding it all on its own, her mind basting in it. She suspected that was what caused the afterglow – the feeling of her own body giving off that irresistible smell.

When the class finally ended she moved out as quickly as possible, averting her eyes from the man she’d just sucked off in the middle of a lecture theatre without a second thought. She really hated the way she lost control, how she could just switch off in a public place and lose herself to cock, but no matter how hard she tried she was never able to maintain her composure unless she’d already gotten her fill just before – and even then, it was a struggle.

Out in the corridor the scent rose again. The campus always had a background scent of dick, but this was different. It was close, and getting closer.

“Lou! Am I glad to see you!”

She groaned. Kurt had been an acquaintance of hers before the drug incident on campus. He was in a similar boat to her with respect to the drug – his new form hadn’t been his choice, but had instead been the efforts of a now-ex girlfriend.

His body had, if anything, taken far too well to the drug. He was big, even for a hit, his balls not too far shy of a foot across each accompanying fifteen full inches of thick man-meat that practically drooled rivers of baby batter as thick as shampoo. She could practically taste every ounce of it, just waiting to be dumped down her throat.

He wiped his brow, looking over his shoulder. “I think I lost them. Jeez.”

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but only filling her lungs with more of his musk. “Another mob of dick-crazy girls?”

“They’re insane, Lou. Like, they know what my cum is going to do to them, but they still follow me around begging to suck my dick.”

“Because you smell like a walking orgasm.” Lucretia was able to say around a mouthful of drool. Most hits smelled tantalising to even regular girls, but Kurt’s high-intensity reaction to the drug made him attract a harem behind him everywhere he went.

He groaned, slumping onto a bench next to them. His legs automatically spread to make room, revealing his rigid dick and gigantic balls straining against his jeans. In order to find a pair large enough to fit his new endowment he’d had to take up a pair made for a much larger man – so they were drum-tight around his balls but billowed around his legs, except where the stem of his erect cock pushed against the thigh. The extra room wasn’t able to stop them from becoming totally saturated with precum on the inseam.

“This fucking sucks. Why would anyone do this to themselves?”

“You’re just upset, Kurt. You probably need to c-cummm. Y-yeah, how long has it been since you, mm, came?” She couldn’t help herself, just saying the words prompted a fresh flood of drool from behind her overstuffed lips.

He groaned again. “Ugh. You’re right. Three hours, and a lot of that was spent with girls rubbing up against me that I can’t fuck. It’s like some sort of ironic curse, made irresistible to women but I end up spending half my day jerking off?”

Lucretia tried to avoid picturing it, and failed. Her breath rattled as her thick, glistening lips fell slack. “Mmph, a-at least you can t-take care of your own needs alone? Doing something that, mmm, you did all the time anyway? Do you know how hard-” she whined a little bit at that word, “it is to control myself?”

He sighed. “Yeah but you’re not getting worse. The drug’s still going, they said. The guy who made the shit has balls bigger than watermelons now.

Lucretia actually moaned before catching herself. Kurt gave her a side-eye. “What? Sorry, Kurt, I’m hard-wired-“ she stopped to slurp up some drool, “-for that to be hot.”

“Seriously? How big would you want them to get?”

She turned around, shaking her chest from side to side. “How big would you want my tits to get?”

She watched his cock lurch, belching out a huge load of precum that rolled down the denim and down his pant leg. They met eyes for a moment, before Kurt began the laborious process of removing his jeans. It wasn’t enough to just unzip, he had to unzip, unbutton, and slide his jeans down far enough to make room to extract the entirety of his shaft. Lucretia watched in rapt attention, salivating at both the sight and the scent of the rivers of clear slime clinging to his flesh.

He grunted in relief as he reached down and, using two hands, extracted one of his testicles from their fabric prison. The skin around it was loose and thick, but totally devoid of hair as the follicles failed to keep up with its expansion. Lucretia could hear it sloshing and gurgling even from where she was standing as it ceaselessly produced cum. He extracted the second with equal effort, allowing his scrotum to drop down heavily to halfway down his calves.

He said something at that point, but Lucretia couldn’t hear him. Her brain was thudding with the waves of scent rolling off his genitals, strings of drool were dripping from her lips, and her knees were trembling with the effort of just staying upright when every single instinct in her transformed body was to drop to them.

She gave in, sinking to the ground in front of him, her tongue lolling from her mouth. It hadn’t gone unchanged, growing longer, thicker and stronger, providing her another option in her endless array of cock-pleasing additions. She put it to use dragging it up the underside of Kurt’s expanded shaft, gathering up precum until she could gulp down a thick load of it, shuddering as the musky, savoury flavour hit her taste buds and slid down her throat. She laboriously cleaned every drop of it from his dick, going back for a second and third go, but the more she teased him the harder his balls worked. His breathing was laboured, sweat was rolling down his face, and his expression betrayed both pleasure and pain.

“L-lou, p-please, just make… stop teasing…”

She dropped her head for a moment, closing her eyes and indulging in the sound of his balls working even harder than when he’d unzipped, a constant gurgling and churning that sent bolts of pleasure straight between her legs. She started planting sucking kisses on them, moaning as the soft skin pressed around her face, losing herself in a sea of warm, man-scented flesh.

She felt him moving, hearing him grunt over the gurgling, and looked up to see both of his hands wrapped around his shaft and pumping. A huge glob of precum belched from the tip, rolling down his fingers and dripping straight onto Lucretia’s face as she looked up, her body responding by twitching hard as her pussy spasmed. Her hunger spiked, and spurred her on to finally extract the load she’d been churning up inside him.

She pushed upwards, lifting her top at the same time, her breasts catching and then falling with a hefty slap against her torso, then pushed them together and dragged them up the length of his shaft, grinning as she displaced his hands. Despite the effort she’d put into cleaning him he was slick with lubrication again already, and her breasts moved almost entirely without friction as she rubbed them in circles until her mouth was level with the tip of his cock. Her pillowy lips parted, pressing against the glans, suckling him into her mouth with a tight seal. Her mouth stretched around his girth, so massive that even her oral-focused transformation was pushed to its limits to accommodate him. She grunted and began to push forward, but she felt his hand on the top of her hair.

“N-no, use mmph-your tits too…”

She couldn’t resist an instruction while she had cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and focused on her breasts again, getting into a gentle but determined rhythm. Tit-fucking wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as giving head for her, but Kurt was excessively big and even her transformed anatomy had trouble coping with his size – it wasn’t that she couldn’t bottom out on him, but it took time and effort. Bringing her overgrown breasts into play, on the other hand, still felt pretty good and extracted what she really wanted from the process much more efficiently. Also, Kurt was full to bursting and the poor boy needed to cum yesterday.

She combined the slow, deliberate kneading of her breasts with suckling kisses around the tip and down the underside of his dick, moaning happily as she gulped down globs of precum that flowed freely from the slit. Kurt gasped, slamming the bench next to him with a twitching fist, the other hand across his eyes as his head lolled backwards. Lucretia picked up her pace, her breasts slick with fluid, looking up at Kurt with hooded eyes as she began changing her pattern, sometimes rubbing from side to side, sometimes holding them together, sometimes rubbing them up and down in an alternating method, all paired with deep, sensual kisses and licks.

 His eyes snapped open, his mouth gaping as though he was trying to say something but not able to produce anything but strangled gasps and moans. His dick lurched with almost terrifying strength, Lucretia able to hear a deep gurgle from his balls that heralded what she’d been waiting for.

His cock lurched a few more times, the man stuck in the magic valley between receiving enough stimulation to bring on his orgasm but before actually cumming, with the added effect of having to wait for his body to pump and prepare the fluid for his oncoming gigantic cumshot. In Kurt’s case, he was so big and overproductive that it literally took five to ten seconds for this to happen, especially when he’d been putting it off, leaving him stuck in a torturous pseudo-orgasm where he came without actually shooting off.

He howled, thick off-white fluid beginning to jet so hard from the end of his cock that it actually hit the ceiling before dripping down onto the top of Lucretia’s head. She gasped, both in pleasure and frustration that she’d completely missed an entire load, and leaned back to point his cock directly at her. She squealed happily as his next shot, even more powerful, hit her straight in the chest, cum spraying up across her face and arms and dripping down between her heaving tits. She let another one hit her in the same fashion, revelling in the sensation of being coated in spunk, before leaning forward and wrapping her absurd lips around his cock in preparation for the rest of his load.

It was like sucking on a firehose. If her previous tryst’s orgasm had been difficult for her to cope with, then she had no chance dealing with the entirety of Kurt’s ultra-powered ejaculations. Jets of cum sprayed from either side of her mouth and leaked down into her cleavage, but it didn’t matter, because she was being filled to the brim with what she needed. Cock-musk was so thick in the air around her that she could practically have scooped chunks out of it with a spoon. Kurt’s balls growled and groaned like a hundred empty stomachs, the boy’s orgasm so powerful that he couldn’t think or speak.

Kurt’s cumshots were heavier and his orgasm went for even longer than her last tryst. His dick stayed in action for at least forty shots, and by the time he was done her stomach was groaning with the amount of goo she’d gulped down and her face and chest resembled a glazed donut. He slumped back, panting like he’d run a marathon, while Lucretia serenely scooped rapidly-cooling wads of jizz into her mouth, before lifting her tits to lick and suck whatever she could reach off them. Kurt opened his eyes to the sight of the dark-haired slut sucking cum off her oversized tits with her sumptuous lips, and almost immediately his softening shaft pulsed and ejected another gob of fluid that dripped down onto her face. She looked up, caught between need and frustration.

“Really?”

“What? You’re hot, and you fucking teased me till I nearly burst. One cum isn’t going to empty me.”

She heard his testicles gurgle, and the endless hunger surged again.