Dana's Bedroom (futa, solo, size)

Dana knew she was a freak of nature.​

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At 5 foot 2, she looked like just another girl - albeit a remarkably curvaceous girl. She was very self conscious about her body in public, hiding under baggy clothes, hoping to keep attention away from herself.​

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Now in her 8th period English class, she nervously twirled a pencil between her fingers, trying to ignore an onslaught of filthy thoughts. Not because they bothered her...quite the opposite in fact...but because she desperately wanted to avoid getting herself excited in public. Her classmates had been cruel enough when her boobs started ballooning, and they sure as hell didn't need to know about her other secrets. She swallowed dryly, counting the minutes until school was over, keeping her legs crossed tightly under her desk, waiting.​

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An hour later she was finally at her front door, frantically fumbling with the keys, horny and frazzled.​ She burst into the front hall with a sigh of relief and eyed the staircase up to her room.

A cheerful voice echoed from the kitchen, catching her off guard.

"Hi Honey! how was school?" Her mom raised her alone as a single parent, running a lucrative business out of her home office.

Dana had no time to talk. She started bouncing up the stairs as she yelled back. "Fine, Mom! Gotta start my homework!".

"Okay. Dinner's at seven!".

Dana barely heard the end of the sentence as she finally locked her bedroom door behind her.

The room was heavenly, peaceful and quiet. The bed still an unmade mess from earlier that morning. She dropped her heavy backpack, euphoric as the day's tension immediately began melting away. She let the relief wash over her, and with it came her arousal.The mere thought that she was alone by herself was enough to make her horny.

She turned around to face her mirror, staring intently at the reflection of her baggy cargo pants, eyeing her prize. She could already feel herself getting hard.

Most teenagers had their secret crushes - usually classmates who they longed for, imaginary lovers who they quietly fantasized about in the privacy of their beds. But Dana was different. As she gazed at the reflection of her pretty face, studying her delicate features, there was no doubt in her mind about who she longed for. She gazed into her beautiful eyes, framed by locks of golden brown hair. She licked her soft lips as beads of sweat formed on her pale forehead. Her semi-erect cock snaked down her thigh as it continued to inflate; the glans becoming fat and bulbous, now nearly a third of the way to her kneecap and growing.

She loved the feeling of engorgement, of blood rushing to her cock. It filled her mind with vicious lust, only made more intense when she gazed at the beautiful girl in the mirror. In the heat of the moment, she often wished she had a twin sister with a wet vagina.

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​She continued to strip as she watched her reflection, ogling it like a pervert, grinning slyly as she finally began lifting up her big sweater. She'd been waiting all day to do this. After she wriggled it up through her neck and threw it aside, nothing was left to the imagination.​

Dana wasn't just stacked; Her breasts were absolutely monstrous.

Today she wore a tight white tank top, hopelessly stretched around her obnoxious bosom.​ She knew she had the biggest tits at school by a very wide margin, a thought which gave her an erotic satisfaction. Even though she'd been refitted just a few months earlier, her bra was already straining under the massive load, her breasts mashed together into giant globes which stood in front of her body like big balloons. Tit flesh spilled out of her low cut v-neck and up toward her collarbone, mashed into an obnoxious cleavage which quivered softly as she moved.

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She took in the erotic sight of her sinewy curves. Although she absolutely hated unwanted attention from others, she adored her body and the way it made her feel: mature, grown up, sexy. She loved knowing that she had features which commanded desire and envy. And although she was nowhere near ready to show herself to other people, she reveled in her luscious appearance, feasting on the incredible sight of herself.

The bulge in her pants followed suit. It began pushing out against the fabric as it continued to inflate, now ab

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