Voretober 2022 - BLANKET

Jane woke up gently as morning light trickled in. She was still being cradled by her boyfriend, his arms wrapping around her. John was still asleep, and probably would be for a while considering how hard he slept. She didn't mind. It just meant she could enjoy his warmth for a while longer. Between him and the blanket, she could even almost drift back to sleep.

Well, almost. After about ten minutes of resting her eyes next to him, the trickles of sunlight were becoming lasers. She decided she was going to have to get up and get ready for work anyway, though he could stay sleeping. He looked sweet, so deeply asleep. She took the blanket off herself and immediately became aware of a problem.

That hyper cock she had fun with last night was swallowing her body. She pulled off the covers just in time to see her breasts disappear into it almost silently. She knew it was big, but it was unbelievable to believe she could fit inside it as she was. It must've been creeping up for a while now, like a snake. She didn't feel it because of all the warmth.

She looked up at her boyfriend. "John?" she whispered, still not wanting to bother him too much. He didn't move, but his member crept up around her throat. "John, wake up...!" she said with hushed urgency, though he didn't respond besides smacking his lips. Then, right as she was going to finally yell, his dick's own lips wrapped around her head.

Jane suddenly became acutely aware of the smell of musk. Not only that, but a much more intense heat than a simple blanket. She tried to get his attention with her arms before it was too late, but they were locked into a useless position above herself. Soon they joined her inside his shaft. Now she was also aware of a steady, rhythmic pull taking her to someplace else.

She must've missed the section in biology, or maybe it was his own strange mutation, but she felt herself sliding into an open chamber filled with hot, sticky fluid. That can't be... His balls? She thought that to herself, but she couldn't think of what else it could be. Hopefully John would wake up soon to get her out of that mess. She wasn't ready to get pregnant, especially not from sitting in his cum, ESPECIALLY not after their first time sleeping together.

Her destination soon came into view as the rest of herself was deposited into a hot sac filled with his cum. She couldn't believe that with her first boyfriend in a year she ended up inside his balls. It made no sense whatsoever! She didn't even know it was possible. She wasn't sure anyone would even believe her, since her phone was still in her pants somewhere. "Fucking morning wood," she muttered.

She wondered if this happened to John in the past. Maybe that was why he was single. It was pretty freaky to get swallowed by his cock, but somehow she wasn't that terrified. It wasn't like it was his stomach or anything. He'd wake up soon and just... Let her out. By masturbating? That would make for something to laugh about on future dates.

It was hard to tell how much time was passing in there. She didn't want to hurt him by squirming against the walls, but it was getting pretty uncomfortable with how hot she was. Not to mention, her lower half felt pretty numb from sitting in a pool of sticky cum. Almost as if willed into existence, she heard his alarm go off, albeit muffled by the blanket and layer of flesh between her and it.

John woke up roughly as his alarm clock blared in his ear. He reached out and slapped it until it stopped, although it would go off again in ten minutes. He barely cracked his eye open and saw that he was alone. Knowing Jane, she probably woke up earlier and had to get to work. His dick was at full mast, but he didn't really feel like tending to it. He was still too tired, too warm. At least Jane left the blanket on him.

Jane waited for something to happen. She could feel him shift around and the alarm stopped, but then... Nothing. She was still trapped inside his balls. Did he go back to sleep?! Does he even know I'm in here?! She tried to kick her legs and immediately became aware of a problem.

Quite simply, they weren't there. She realized she was sitting in some strange state, like a half-melted popsicle. No... This... This has to be some kind of nightmare. Still, she needed to try to get out. She started pushing and banging against the walls with her arms, although she realized they too were less solid than they looked.

"John! JOHN!!" She tried screaming as loudly as she could, though she was sputtering spunk as she did. She was realizing just how gradual the whole thing was, just like how it silently swallowed her. Now she was going to silently become his next load, whenever he got off. Would he even realize? Would anyone?

John woke up, again, roughly as his alarm clock blared in his ear. He reached out and slapped it until it stopped. This time however, he decided to get up. He sat up first, still ignoring his throbbing wood. He clicked the off switch on his alarm, then pulled out a condom which was conveniently still on top of the nightstand. His loads always made a mess otherwise.

Finally, he was ready. With the condom pulled down his shaft as far as it could go, he started to stroke. It was always sensitive in the mornings and eager to deliver. He jerked to the memory of just last night with Jane, and it wasn't long at all before he was coming again. The condom started to fill up immediately, quarts and then gallons of cum making the condom bloat out and then lay heavily on the bed. He carefully tied it off and then put it down on the floor.

It was only then that he noticed her clothes still piled up in the corner of his room. The bathroom wasn't being used. It wasn't like she'd just walk out bare-naked. The only natural conclusion for him was... "Fucking morning wood." At least it always felt pretty good to break up.