Cammy's Compassion (A 'Small Girls' Original)

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

... Or 'spin-off', if you will. The main series: Small Girls | Small Girls 2

This is one of those stories that snuck up on me and wanted to be written badly - just while I was in the middle of finishing Augment: CyberDONG, of course. It is part heartwarmer, part tearjerker, and possesses a much heavier tone than that of the main stories in its universe. Do note that, while it does not contain any technical descriptions of rape, it focuses a lot on implications and the consequences of sexual abuse. Finished and proofed in ten days (well, I guess that's two stories in the month of May!).

Without further ado, you can read this on my site (fancy reader) (plain text) or click the spoiler below...

There she stands before the lens, a fleshy girl ripened by teenagerhood, possessing a model-worthy body made to pose like a statue; flowing dark hair, a sharp, sexy face, D-cup breasts, thick hips, profile-bulging ass, a five-foot penis bundled up like hose and displaying proudly atop two canteloupe-sized testicles, and two slender yet powerful legs that held her ensemble aloft daily... She posed majestically akin to dancing ballet, stretching into postures that showed off every inch of her magnificent white skin, her face ever so forlorn as she tried her best to please herself before pleasing the audience...

No, I can't do this, I broke away from staring into my bedroom mirror, sighing yet again as I tried and failed to see my parents' vision; it just wasn't possible, I told myself. I don't derive pleasure from being a spectacle like they do - just being admired or appreciated from afar wasn't my thing. I had tried for the umpteenth time to picture just what it meant to be the subject of a camera, and I had nothing to show for it. I hated my parents for being so narrow-minded, and I cursed to myself for being aroused by the thought of exhibitionism - I didn't have a problem with showing myself off, per se, and my dick absolutely loved the thought of attention, but, beyond that, there was no substance to doing so that justified the act for me... There was no love.

I huffed and turned away to collect my clothes from my bed, shuffling into my bathroom to masturbate for the fourth time this morning; I always got up early to empty myself out and hopefully prevent any undue leakage for at least half the day - or, at the very least, until lunch - and have enough time to enjoy myself, too, though the little show I'd imagined easily worked me up to an extra go. Cumming felt great, but it was always even better on my terms than on anyone else's. I had enough control over my body to keep from attaining erections or having my cock swell in any parts that might have caused it to fly somewhere inconvenient (I would pity the hypers who didn't) but the one thing I couldn't control was the pulsing of my glans whenever I felt the need to work up a cum - pretty likely an involuntary signal that told my intelligent brain I might die of my balls exploding if I didn't, or something.

All I needed to do was pull enough of my cock out of its concentrated reel to throw it up and down, I told myself - I was pushing my time to get ready as it was. I knew trying again to work myself up to an ideal I'd never reach was a bad idea, but I did it anyway... All I had to do was make this quick, I gritted my teeth, feeling waves of heat roil through the entire coil of my dick as I flopped the entire heavy cockhead up and down through its bed of foreskin. Shit, I had trouble working myself up to a fourth cum usually, but this was bound to be as intense as my morning woodhead. "Honey?" Called the muffled voice of my mother through my bedroom door, followed by the door opening. "Honey, are you getting ready for school? You haven't had breakfast yet!"

"Mom, I'm going to cum!" I shouted through the crack of the bathroom door, seething at her untimely interruption. It wasn't that Mom wasn't sexy, not in the least, but that her barging in always tended to do more to distract me than bring me off faster! She always looked at me as if expecting me to do something fancy, like practice dick tricks for a show or develop the spiffiest-looking moneyshot anyone with a penis had ever seen! She would think that way, I am the daughter of show material, after all!

"Okay! Hurry downstairs after!" She called in, shutting the door behind her. Thank god, she didn't see any need to 'help' me today! Pushing thoughts of her outlook out of my mind, I f

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