Desdemona's Desires Pt. 02

Waking up to one of Janie's texts was never a good sign, and Desdemona found that today was no exception. Her boss incessantly felt the need to text and call Desdemona outside of work hours about work-related issues.

"What the fuck?" Desdemona asked herself as she tried to get her phone to recognize her, still groggy with sleep. With a huff, she pushed her hair out of her face, opened her eyes fully, and finally got the phone to unlock.

"Won't be in again today - HUGE shipment coming. Make sure it's done by end of day! We got dinged on the report last night. What happened?"

"Fuck you," Desdemona said, rubbing her face and tossing her phone onto her pillow. Her hair got caught in her mouth, the seemingly endless pile of her wavy, brown locks incessant this morning, and she pulled it out in frustration.

Desdemona could feel her aggravation rising, and it wasn't even time to wake up yet. She had been roused from her sleep by the text a few minutes before she had to, and as the mere thought of closing her eyes again crept into her head, her alarm began to blare.

She lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. The sound of the alarm began to fade into background noise, as another thought made its way into Desdemona's brain, the synapses slowly coming online and firing up.

What if you got Kat pregnant?

With a nauseated knot in her stomach, she flung the covers off herself, her body now drenched in a cold sweat.

"Alright, I'm up," she murmured, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her enormous and flaccid cock peeked out from the side of her boy shorts, which had rolled up her leg during the night, and dangled onto the mattress.

A strand of hair caught on the inside her lip, and she puffed it out of her mouth exasperatedly.

"Ugh!" She screamed, and pulled her hair back hard into a bun, overstimulated before her feet hit the floor.

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Selena gasped, as she put her bag down on the countertop in back. "Why did she call out today?"

"No clue," Desdemona shrugged, "I woke up to her text and I didn't bother responding."

"You gonna be able to take care of all this today by yourself?" Selena asked incredulously, looking at the towers of boxes scattered across the back room.

"Kat should be here soon," Desdemona replied, and felt her stomach flutter as she mentioned the woman's name. "I'm more worried about you, you gonna be okay up front alone?"

"Girl," Selena said, and scrunched up her face. "You know I can handle things! I'll be alright."

The two women laughed, and as they did, a quiet voice chimed in from the swinging doors that opened out to the sales floor.

"Hey, so sorry I'm late!" Kat bashfully apologized as she came in, body hunched as if in shame and trying to look smaller.

Does she look... different today?

"Don't even, at least you're here! Unlike some people..." Selena said, smiling warmly at Kat.

"Wha-what?" Kat asked, confusion on her face.

"Janie called out again," Desdemona said, rolling her eyes. "And yeah, don't even worry about it, we're both late all the time. Place doesn't even open for another hour anyway."

"Oh, I thought I would have gotten to meet her by now," Kat said, frowning.

"Wait, you haven't met her yet?" Selena asked, eyebrow raised as she glanced at Desdemona. Kat shook her head. "Who interviewed you?"

"Uh, her name was Dr. Jelassi? She said she was the dean of..." Kat trailed off, trying to think.

"The Dean of Student affairs? That Dr. Jelassi?" Desdemona asked, eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, that sounds right!" Kat said, nodding.

"Girl, I'm just as confused as you are," Selena said, shaking her head as she looked at Desdemona. "You're the Ass Manager, you didn't know about this?"

Desdemona only shrugged and gave a 'beats me' face.

"Ass Manager?" Kat laughed, getting flush as she shyly smiled at Desdemona. "Seems appropriate."

Ass Manager had become the running joke between the two women. Desdemona hated being the assistant to Janie, so they took to calling the position Ass Manager behind her back on account of Desdemona having to constantly supervise and correct Janie's mistakes. But Desdemona could see behind Kat's sly smirk that there was a hidden connotation to her words.

"It certainly is," Selena giggled, grabbing onto of the large rolling carts loaded full of books. "Anyway, we could sit back here and gossip about her until closing. I don't want to keep us all here any later than we need to be!"

Selena rolled the cart out of the back, slamming it into the swinging doors in an obvious vent of frustration, and Desdemona caught herself checking out the curly haired woman's perky ass as it vanished from sight.

You fucking horn dog.

"So, uh, hey Dez?" Kat said after glancing back at the swinging doors, now slowly coming to a stop.

The curvy woman was dressed in a loose fitting grey hoodie, and had on black yoga pants like the day before. She bit her lip and toyed with the bottom hem of her sweater, and her face looked a little worried.

"What's up?" Desdemona asked, furrowing her brow in concern.

"You know how we, you know..." Kat said, raising her eyebrows and speaking quietly. "Did what we did yesterday?"

"Mmhmm..." Desdemona nodded, crossing her arms. She could feel a nervous knot brewing in her gut. "Kinda hard to forget," she laughed, trying to shake the feeling.

"I know, right?" Kat said, smiling dumbly as if lost in the thought.

"So...?" Desdemona tried not to sound impatient.

"Right! So, you know how you came in me?"

"Kat, I'm really sorry but can you tell me what's going on? You're starting to stress me out here," Desdemona replied, her voice raising in volume.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" Kat said, putting her hands up apologetically. "I ramble when I get nervous."

The thick-bodied woman blushed hard, and crossed her arms awkwardly in front of her stomach, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She took a deep breath before she spoke.

"I think I'm pregnant!" Kat announced, the words erupting from her mouth as if waiting to be set free.

"I'm sorry, what!?" Desdemona exclaimed, shaking her head. She felt sweat forming beneath her arms and down her back, and her face burned hot. "How would you even know that right now? We literally had sex," she lowered her voice and peeked around Kat to make sure Selena wasn't eavesdropping. "We had sex less than twenty four hours ago! You can't know that fa--"

Kat lifted the front of her sweater, revealing her bare, swollen belly. The bump couldn't be denied, prominent and glistening, and the woman's olive skin almost radiated. She looked to be maybe three, possibly four months pregnant from the size of her bulge, her baggy sweater having done a hell of a job at hiding the woman's stomach. Kat's eyes looked worried as she cradled her stomach with both hands, gently rubbing the prominent mound.

"Oh fuck," Desdemona finally said, after a pregnant pause.

"Oh fuck is right," Kat replied, brow furrowing in deeper panic.

"There's gotta be an explanation for this."

"Yeah, Dez, I'm fucking pregnant!" Kat said, sounding exasperated. "That's the explanation!"

"Do you realize how crazy that sounds?" Desdemona said, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Do you realize how crazy this feels!?" Kat almost shouted, hands splayed at her sides in frustration. "Dez, I fucking woke up like this!"

"Like this!?" Desdemona exclaimed, gesturing to the swollen stomach.

Look at how fucking sexy she looks with that belly though...

"What the fuck!" Desdemona said, putting both hands on top of her head. She started to run her hands over her hair to soothe herself, smoothing out the flyaways, and paced in a small circle. "What the FUCK..."

"Well, not exactly like this..." Kat said, her face growing red as she grabbed her belly once again. This time she gently rested her hands atop her bump, almost lovingly.

"What do you mean!?" Desdemona said, lifting her hands off her head, eyes wide in disbelief. There's more!?

"Just... please, relax, Dez," Kat said, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. "I'm really nervous too... and it's MY body!"

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Kat," Desdemona said, her mood immediately breaking. "You're absolutely right, I--"

"It's okay," Kat said, smiling in a way that told Desdemona she was forcing herself to. "It's all gonna be okay, right?"

"Of course!" Desdemona said, stepping in to close the distance between the two of them. She took Kat's hands in hers, gently pulling them off the swollen belly. Her fingertips grazed the taught, prominent bulge, and she felt her cock flex inside her tights.

Not now!

"Let's take a deep breath together and you can start over, maybe from the beginning? Or this morning?" Desdemona said, her voice comforting and relaxed.

Kat nodded, and took a deep breath in, and out, once, twice, and then slowly sat down, leaning hard into the lone swivel chair that lurked in the back room.

"Take your time," Desdemona said, and Kat smiled, this time less strained.

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"I woke up a little late, as usual," Kat said, hands idly cradling her stomach through the baggy gray sweatshirt. "But I felt super tired, like, way groggier than normal, you know?"

Desdemona nodded patiently from her seat atop the large sorting table, arms crossed as her legs dangled over the edge. Her stomach, meanwhile, sat in a knot as she desperately tried to appear cool and collected for Kat.

"Anyway, I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom mirror," Kat continued, "and I noticed I looked, I dunno, kinda bloated?

"I rolled my shirt up and my belly looked swollen, I guess? Like I just stuffed myself full kinda, you know?"

"Sure, makes sense," Desdemona mumbled in affirmation, Kat's words lingering as if she were waiting for a reply. It made anything but sense.

"So that's when I noticed my boobs were bigger, too!" Kat said, reaching up to cup them and continuing her story. "Like, look at them now," she said, as if Desdemona weren't already staring at them. Her eyes would have burned holes through the fabric of her top if they could.

"They've never been this big. And fucking sore, too..." Kat complained, wincing as she fondled her chest. "My nipples are MASSIVE and dark now, my boobs feel so heavy..."

Desdemona caught herself licking her lips, her eyes never moving from the pregnant woman's breasts. She watched Kat continue to massage and grope herself, clearly in some discomfort, but there was a hint of pleasure in her pained appearance. A soft moan crept from the wide-hipped woman's lips, and Desdemona shifted to hide a growing erection beneath her dark blue tunic top.

Is she getting off right now?

"And on top of it all," Kat panted, her hips gently rocking back and forth as she kept touching her chest, now a little more aggressively, "I've been so fucking horny..."

"I can tell," Desdemona said, eyes darting to the swinging back doors, then back to Kat.

"My god, what am I doing?" Kat exclaimed, dropping her hands from her breasts. Her face grew red, and she shook her head. "See? I can't even control myself, it's unreal."

Kat wiped her brow and pushed her hair back, adjusting her bun, which appeared significantly less neat than yesterday. She looked lost in her own mind.

"I thought you said you didn't wake up 'exactly' like this?" Desdemona quietly interrupted the silence after a few moments. "What did you mean by that?"

"Right! Sorry, I lost my train of thought," Kat murmured, shaking her head again. "So like, I woke up with a belly but, Dez... it's gotten BIGGER already..."

"Since you woke up?" Desdemona asked, astonished. "It's gotten bigger since this morning!?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm trying not to freak out right now!" Kat said, nodding as if Desdemona finally understood.

"Alright, well let's try and talk this whole thing out," Desdemona said, feeling that knot rising up in her stomach again. "There's gotta be an answer here, somewhere. So you woke up, you saw your stomach, and then?"

"So I was on my way here, but like I said, Dez. I've been so. Fucking. Horny," Kat said, emphasizing each word. "I have a pad on and I'm still leaking into my underwear, it's insane. I'm so fucking wet and I'm THROBBING all the time."

"Really?" Desdemona said, swallowing hard and crossing her legs. She furrowed her brow and barely realized she had her lower lip in her teeth. Her cock slithered down her tights a bit, her pulse quickening and beginning to fill the behemoth.

"I didn't think I'd be able to last the day, to, I don't know, even keep my head on with how badly I was aching down there," Kat continued, now seeming to relive the story. "I popped into the bathroom in the Student Lounge to, you know, rub one out.

"I thought it would make it better, you know? Take the edge off?" Kat asked, raising her eyebrows.

"And did it?" Desdemona leaned forward eagerly.

"It felt SO fucking good, Dez. My lips, my clit, they were SO sensitive," Kat moaned, her hips gently rocking again.

Desdemona imagined Kat spread wide and pant-less in a bathroom stall, feet braced against the door as she strummed out a one woman solo on her cunt. She pictured her huge ass splayed out under her, pussy splattering as she squirted an absolute geyser of juices across the stall. Her cock flexed, now fully erect and filling the left leg of her tights, making the fabric stretch uncomfortably.

"But all it did was make me want more," Kat panted, face still red. Desdemona noticed the woman's brow had grown damp. She looked nervous, like an addict that was fidgeting closer to needing a fix. Kat licked her lips hungrily, continuing, "and when I pulled my pants up... they didn't fit right anymore. Like the waist was too narrow all of a sudden. And that's when I noticed how big I had gotten, like, my belly and everything."

Kat's hands moved back to her stomach again, lovingly, as she looked down at herself.

"I don't know what's happening, Dez," Kat groaned, hips slowly gyrating against the chair. "I feel like an alien, like... something's wrong with me..."

Welcome to my world.

The words slammed into Desdemona's head and she guiltily shook them away. This wasn't the time for her personal gripes with the world and the way she felt in it. Kat was scared, something WAS wrong, that much was for sure, and the last thing Desdemona needed was to get herself into a self-pity party.

"We're gonna figure this out, together," Desdemona said finally. "Nothing is wrong with you, Kat. Something is definitely WEIRD, that's for sure."

"You're telling me," Kat murmured.

The back room door suddenly slammed open as Selena pushed the now empty book cart back in. The two women both jumped in surprise, and without thinking, Desdemona stood up, the desire to appear busy overriding her instinct to hide her crotch. All the talk of Kat's morning activities made her cock rock hard, and the entire length of her enormous member strained against the thin fabric of her leggings, making a strange bulge through her tunic top.

She quickly grabbed a box to look busy, and Selena barely acknowledged the situation as she pushed the cart into place along the back wall and grabbed another full one, wheeling it out and onto the sales floor, never making eye contact with either woman. Desdemona caught a glimpse of white ear buds in Selena's ears beneath her curly, black hair.

"She scared the shit out of me," Desdemona said, giggling. "I thought it was Janie for a second."

"She's not well liked, is she?" Kat asked, laughing with Desdemona.

"What gives you that idea?" Desdemona said sarcastically. "You'll have the misfortune of finding out eventually, if she ever decides to show up."

"Speaking of, we should probably get to this, huh?" Kat said, motioning to the massive pile of boxes, even bigger than the day before.

Seems like everything is growing around here, Desdemona thought to herself.

"But your, um, stomach?" Desdemona said.

"It's not going anywhere, and I feel fine otherwise," Kat said, fondling her belly. "A little tender, a little tired, but I'm okay."

"If you are pregnant though, is it a good idea to be lifting heavy boxes?" Desdemona asked, genuinely concerned that Kat could hurt herself.

"Maybe we make a system? You lift and open, I sort, and we kinda, you know, tag team this?" Kat said optimistically.

"Yeah, that could work," Desdemona said, her hard on softening since Selena startled the pair. "Keep the chair, roll up next to the table."

Kat started to scoot herself across the floor over to the sorting table, right up next to Desdemona. She looked up at her, amber eyes practically shimmering, full lips turned into a gorgeous smile.

"I feel better, even just talking the whole thing out with you," Kat said, one hand on her stomach. "Something keeps telling me everything is going to work out."

"That so?" Desdemona asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm," Kat replied, and gently put a hand on the bulge of Desdemona's crotch. Desdemona let out a quiet gasp as Kat's fingers squeezed at her package. "I was really scared this morning when I came in, but now, being close to you? It's like a voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that it'll all be okay."

"I, uh, yeah... it will be," Desdemona stammered, surprised at the sudden groping.

"Mmhmm," Kat said again, now slowly stroking Desdemona's cock through her tights, hand sliding up her tunic to massage the base.

"Kat," Desdemona mumbled, pulling back from the woman's sensual grip. "Selena could come back any second!"

"Right," Kat said, and shook her head. "Right! Shit! What the fuck am I doing? I'm SO sorry Dez, I--"

"Kat, it's all good," Desdemona said, grabbing both of the pregnant woman's hands in hers. "It's all good. Take a deep breath, let's focus."

Kat mimicked Desdemona's breathing as the two women slowly inhaled, held their breath for just a moment, then exhaled.

"Let's get this taken care of, then we can figure everything out AND fool around after," Desdemona laughed, and without thinking, kissed Kat on the forehead. Her hair smelled faintly of coconut and fresh sweat.

"Promise?" Kat giggled.

"Pinky."

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The second day of Rush Week proved to be significantly more daunting for Desdemona than the first. In no small part due to the lingering uncertainty around Kat's "pregnancy," or whatever the situation could be called. The thought made her stomach uneasy whenever it crossed her mind.

Desdemona kept bouncing between the back room and the front end of the store, where she helped Selena cash out the seemingly ceaseless influx of customers. Thankfully the front end kept her busy enough to forget about the situation at hand, and it was only when she'd pop into the back room to help unload the shipment again would she be reminded of the swollen bump beneath Kat's sweater.

All things considered, the system the women developed for unpacking and sorting the boxes WAS working, and the shipment looked significantly smaller than it had when Desdemona first came in. This gave her more time to spend up front, and more time away from the nagging anxiety.

"Silver linings," she thought to herself as she stood next to Selena at the pair of cash registers in front. She finished cashing out a young blonde girl who came in to buy a huge stack of pre-med textbooks. The last of the morning's rush had faded to a trickle, and Desdemona finally slid her drawer shut with a satisfying clank. She handed the young woman across from her a few singles and a handful of change, and the blonde girl thanked Desdemona again for all her help. She quickly ran and joined a small group of women who seemed to be waiting for her.

"Heard anything from Janie?" Selena asked, not looking up from her phone.

"No, thank god," Desdemona said, checking her own phone to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

"Shocked. Usually she can't keep her nose out of our business, even when she's not here," Selena remarked. She put her phone down and turned to look at Desdemona. "So... how's the new girl?"

"Really good," Desdemona said, and found herself smiling. "She's a quick learner, and super nice."

"Yeah, she seems it," Selena said, smirking. "You two seem to be getting along well, huh?" Selena playfully nudged Desdemona in the arm with her elbow.

"Well, yeah, I mean--" Desdemona felt her face get warm.

"Relax," Selena laughed, "you don't have to keep it a secret. I know."

"You know?" Desdemona gulped, face now hot. "Know...?"

"That you're into girls, Dez," Selena whispered, shaking her head. "I couldn't care less who - or what - you're into, but don't act like you gotta keep it a secret."

"Am I that obvious?" Desdemona laughed, relieved at the revelation.

"Nah, I can just tell," Selena smiled. "You get all weird around her, same way you do around all the pretty girls that come in."

"Oh, okay, well that's news to me," Desdemona laughed.

"Like that one, just now," Selena motioned with her eyes at the blonde girl leaving the store with her friends.

"What did I do?" Desdemona asked incredulously.

"Nothing bad, Dez! Just, you know, you act different," Selena laughed. Her smile was warm and pleasant, and Desdemona always felt disarmed by it. "You get this look, like you're in awe almost. You're kinda cute."

Cute? Me? Desdemona was convinced that she had stepped into an alternate dimension, or jumped timelines.

"As long as I'm not being weird," Desdemona laughed, and couldn't help notice how pretty Selena was.

The tanned skin woman had a head of thick, curly black hair, pulled back into a messy pony that dangled near the nape of her neck. Freckles speckled her nose and cheeks, and her thick, dark eyebrows were neatly maintained. When she was at rest, she looked arrogant, almost annoyed, but Desdemona learned early on that she suffered from a severe case of resting bitch face.

And for good reason, too, Desdemona came to find out. Selena grew up in a rough neighborhood, with an absent father and a mother who could barely care to provide for her three kids. She had been forced to take charge and look after her two younger sisters, and worked hard to put herself through school.

Selena didn't take bullshit, and didn't talk bullshit either. Desdemona turned to her often when she needed serious, honest advice, and Selena had always been happy to provide it. Truthfully, their friendship was the only thing keeping Desdemona from walking out of the bookstore most days.

"You're not weird at all. You're different," Selena said, almost dreamily. "In a good way, I mean. Like different from all these other, I dunno, husks?"

"Husks?" Desdemona laughed.

"Yeah, like what else should I call them, you know?" Selena laughed along. "They don't have anything inside, like they walk around all... empty or something. But like, you? You're different. You're real, you know?"

"Did you smoke in your car on your lunch break?"

"Absolutely," Selena burst out laughing.

"I fucking knew it, that's when you get all spiritual and otherworldly on me," Desdemona shook her head. "And you didn't even invite me."

"Hey, you told me last time you didn't want Janie to find out, and you thought she was gonna get suspicious," Selena said, putting her hands up defensively. "YOU got all paranoid on ME!"

"It was a bad week, okay? Professor Burnhower was being a major dick with his book order," Desdemona said, and the two women giggled.

"But seriously though, don't leave your new crush waiting in the back room all by herself," Selena said, looking around the near empty store. "I think we're over the hump out here."

"Seems like the coast is clear for now," Desdemona said, nodding in agreement. "But let me know if you need help out here, yeah?"

Selena made a clicking noise with her mouth and gave Desdemona a thumbs up, before diving back into her phone. That thing was practically glued to her hand, the last few days especially.

Desdemona turned and walked back towards the swinging double doors of the backroom. She couldn't help but smile, replaying the conversa with Selena over in her head.

Of course she didn't exactly try to hide her attraction to women, but it felt comforting to know that Selena didn't judge. Not that she ever got bad vibes from her, but the confirmation was relieving.

And that cute comment, Desdemona thought, taking a second to look back at the beautiful, young Puerto Rican woman standing at the register. An innocent remark, or could there be something more to it?

More importantly, where was all of this coming from? First Kat, now Selena telling her that she's not like other people, that she's 'real?' What did that even mean? Why all of a sudden?

The thoughts swam and clashed around in Desdemona's brain, her cheeks flush as she pushed through the swinging set of doors.

High school proved difficult for Desdemona to fit in, much less find success with relationships. Flirting, even fairly directly, went right over her head, and she could only assume her obliviousness accounted for the lack of any love interests her four years there. In fact, a lot of social cues went over Desdemona's head, now that she considered it.

Small talk appeared a mystery to her until recently. College and work - where frequent and fellow students asked the same questions and repeated the same phrases - taught her what people liked to hear.

The weather was always a safe topic, easy to get right, as were plans for the weekend. Not that she herself ever had any, but most other people did, and they loved talking about them, often at great lengths. Even when Desdemona had long since checked out.

Unfortunately though, hours, or even days later, Desdemona would replay the conversations she had had. She'd analyze the way people spoke, how their facial expressions reacted to her responses, and she felt almost like a computer, processing data and trying to make sense of it all. Down to excruciating detail, she'd try to dissect the entire thing, word by word, until she couldn't make heads or tails of any of it any longer.

Desdemona knew her talk with Selena would be one she'd pick apart for weeks, if not the rest of the semester.

"What a day," she breathily exhaled and inhaled deeply.

That's when the scent of Kat's pussy hit her nose.

The very familiar and potent aroma filled her nostrils the moment she stepped into the back room, and her cock reacted like a cobra, immediately beginning to stiffen down her damp inner thigh.

Desdemona's eyes fluttered shut as she slowly inhaled again, taking in another deep whiff of the pregnant woman's cunt. Something different lingered in the background of the scent, some animalistic pheromones that practically hooked the young woman's nose and dragged her down to the receiving area.

The new undertone to the pregnant woman's musk made Desdemona throb inside her tights, and as she crept closer to the source of the aroma, she could hear a soft, rhythmic squelching sound. The wet noises were accompanied by quiet pants - almost moans - of pleasure.

Desdemona rounded the corner, peering around a tall stack of boxes as quietly as she could, and caught sight of Kat in front of the computer desk. The pregnant woman sat with legs spread wide, sweatshirt lifted to reveal a bulbous, olive-skinned belly with a faint brown line that ran up and down it. One hand was tucked into the front of her pants, and the other cradled her bulging bump.

"Linea nigra," the words from Biology 101 rang into Desdemona's head. She suddenly remembered the term for that brown line that some pregnant women get on their bellies, usually in the second or third trimester.

It had only been maybe an hour since Desdemona had seen Kat last, and already her stomach practically doubled in size. But as confused and shocked as she was, Desdemona couldn't stop staring.

Kat didn't realize she had an audience as she vigorously fingered herself, the sounds coming from between her legs wet and sloppy. Her eyes were shut, and her head was thrown back as she masturbated shamelessly in Desdemona's chair.

Desdemona watched as the outline of Kat's hand moved back and forth inside her yoga pants, her hips rocking in rhythm with her fingering. From her vantage point, the powerful scent of Kat's sex grew even stronger, and Desdemona took time to inhale and appreciate the wonderful smell.

The aroma could only be described as ambrosia, the word creeping into Desdemona's mind and refusing to leave. She felt high, almost euphoric, savoring each breath. It had that same raw, natural scent of pussy that the hung woman couldn't get enough of, mixed with a delicious sweetness that lured Desdemona in like a moth to flame.

"You having fun?" Desdemona said quietly, and Kat jumped, pulling her hand out of her pants as her waistband snapped closed.

Kat's fingers glistened with a thick coating of juices, worked up to a foam around her knuckles, and she wiped them on her pant leg quickly.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't help--"

"Relax, I know," Desdemona said soothingly, interrupting the red-faced woman. "I wasn't trying to stop you."

"I can't believe myself, I'm such a mess, I--"

"Did you need some help?" Desdemona asked, biting her lower lip. Her cock throbbed intensely inside her tights, and she could feel precum pushing out with each massive flex.

"Did I need help? With the shipment?" Kat asked, standing, her brow furrowed slightly as she looked around at the now nearly empty back room.

"With your pussy," Desdemona said bluntly, feeling her own cheeks grow flush. "Did you need some help, you know, playing with your pussy?"

What the fuck are you doing, Desdemona?

"I'd love some help..." Kat said, her face instantly changing with her understanding. "Is there maybe somewhere more private we can go?"

"I have the keys to Janie's office," Desdemona said without thinking.

You're going to get fucking fired.

"Wow," Kat said, "that's kind of a bold move, isn't it?" Her voice sounded like velvet, and her eyes gleamed in a way that made Desdemona's lust burn even hotter.

"Is that a yes?" Desdemona asked, smirking deviously as she reached for her key ring on the counter. It felt like someone - or something- else was in control of her, as if she couldn't resist the urges welling up inside her body and mind.

"Of course," Kat whispered, putting her arms around Desdemona's shoulders, her swollen belly keeping them from fully embracing. "I need to feel you inside me."

"Then let's go." Desdemona felt her stomach rise up and sit in her throat.

I guess we're doing this.

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Selena barely acknowledged the two women as they went into Janie's small office, still entranced by whatever she had been reading on her phone.

"Gonna do some training with Kat in Janie's office, that computer in receiving sucks," Desdemona said, hanging out in the doorway and trying to sound casual.

"Sounds good," Selena mumbled, her finger scrolling.

"Let me know if you need anything?"

"Mmhmm," Selena replied, then sniffed hard. She didn't even look up.

Desdemona motioned her head towards the blinds, which sat partially closed over the large, store-facing window. Kat took her cue, and grabbed the string to close them, fumbling with it and pulling it towards her. Without warning, they slammed down, bouncing off the floor, and both Desdemona and Selena's heads snapped in the direction of the sound.

"You guys good?" Selena snickered, and finally looked at Desdemona.

"Yeah, you know, just gonna do some training," Desdemona said again, her face feeling warm. Her enormous length of cock, still rigid and full, pulsated inside her tights and dribbled precum, making her inner thigh damp with sweaty warmth. "With Kat," she added, uncomfortable in the brief space of silence.

"Right," Selena cocked an eyebrow and laughed. "You two have fun, okay?"

"We'll try!" Desdemona said, and slowly backed inside the office. As she swung the door closed, she saw Selena shake her head and look back at her phone.

"I'm SO sorry!" Kat whispered, her face beet red.

"She knows something is up FOR sure," Desdemona replied, shaking her head in disbelief at how stupid of an idea this turned out to be so far. "I did NOT play that cool, at all. We should have just gone out to my car or something or--"

"Sit down," Kat replied, her tone calmer.

"What? You still--?"

"Sit, right there, in Janie's chair," Kat said, motioning to the expensive looking, fully upholstered leather office chair behind Janie's desk.

"But Selena--"

"But nothing! Sit! Before I make you!" Kat growled playfully, tugging at Desdemona's wrist. "Don't worry about her."

"Fine!" Desdemona threw her hands up in surrender. "I'll sit," she said, tossing herself into the chair. She flopped into it hard, and it bounced before starting to rotate slowly.

"Happy?" Desdemona asked, smirking widely. She put her hands on both armrests and let her fingers dig into the soft, supple leather. "This thing IS pretty nice."

"It's like a captain's chair," Kat whispered sultrily, as she came around the desk to stand in front of Desdemona. She slowly went down to her knees, never breaking eye contact, and put her hands on Desdemona's knees.

"Yeah, it is..." Desdemona panted, as Kat slid a hand up her thigh, finding her behemoth cock through the thin tights. "Really, uh, comfy..." she shivered as Kat's fingers gripped her.

"I'll bet it feels SO good," Kat moaned, leaning in to gently place her teeth against the throbbing slab of dick meat, biting the middle of the shaft ever so slightly.

"So good," Desdemona repeated, nodding.

Kat slid her hands up further, into Desdemona's waistband, and the erect woman lifted her ass off the chair to help slide the damp tights down. As they went down past her swollen sex, her member sprung free and flexed angrily in the open air. The smell of fresh sweat and musky pheromones wafted warmly from her loins, and Desdemona swore she saw Kat shudder as she inhaled.

Without wasting a moment, and before Desdemona could fully remove her pants, Kat was on her cock. The pregnant brunette opened her mouth wide and took the bulging mushroom tip inside of her. All Desdemona could do was moan and grip the armrests of the chair as Kat's tongue began to explore the underside of her cockhead.

Kat's eyes closed in bliss as she bobbed her head up and down on the massive shaft, pulling the foreskin back with her hand to fully expose the sensitive, purple tip to her mouth. Desdemona shimmied her pants down around her ankles, spreading her legs wide to give Kat unrestricted access to her throbbing pillar of girl dick. The pregnant woman moved in closer, working the turgid shaft with her hand in slow, steady pumps while her tongue lapped circles around the engorged mushroom tip.

Desdemona started to gently thrust in rhythm with Kat's head bobbing, slowly plunging herself deeper down the sultry woman's throat. Kat opened her eyes and looked up at her, the brilliant amber orbs lost in the act of fellatio, lustfully craving the cock stuffed in her mouth.

From between Kat's legs Desdemona could hear a soft, squelching sound, and saw her other hand was hard at work pleasuring her own sex. The aphrodisiacal musk wafting up from the thick woman's pussy made Desdemona's head spin, the vigorous fingering bringing out the wonderful aroma.

Desdemona's cock flexed hard in response, eager to be buried once again into the warm source of that wonderful, potent scent. The urge to climax began to brew inside her loins, and her legs started to tense up. She stopped thrusting into Kat's mouth, stiffening her body against her will, and felt the woman's pace increase, almost as if she could sense how close she were to a mouthful of spunk.

All Desdemona could do was nod as she looked down at Kat's eager gaze. With one sudden pulse, Desdemona's cock throbbed past the point of no return, sending a thick burst of semen straight down Kat's hungry throat. The dual-gendered woman let out a primal grunt of pleasure as a second hard throb blasted another gooey load from her bulbous cockhead.

Kat didn't break stride, continuing to suckle and lap at the engorged crown inside her mouth, swallowing rhythmically to take down all the seed Desdemona poured into her throat. Desdemona's hands clawed feebly at the leather armrests, her close-cut fingernails digging furrows into the material. The sensation had become almost too much to bear, but at the same time, was the strongest feeling of pleasure her aching mushroom tip had ever experienced.

The pregnant woman eagerly guzzled down every last drop of Desdemona's hefty load, continuing to work her mouth up and down the quivering pillar of flesh long after it had stopped flexing and throbbing.

Desdemona thought she was going to black out from her orgasm. Her eyes swam with incandescent spots and her head felt like someone had just put it inside a paint shaker, pulse pounding in her temples.

"S-s-stop... s-so sensitive..." she stammered, pulling back from Kat's drooling lips. Her cock popped free with a wet smack, and her whole lap was covered in a mixture of saliva and trace remnants of her powerful eruption. "Holy s-shit," she panted, rubbing her face with the palms of her hands.

"Did that feel good, baby?" Kat asked, one hand still firmly lodged between her legs. She used the other to wipe away a thick ribbon of spit that dangled from her chin.

"I've never cum like that before," Desdemona moaned, body now finally able to relax. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, and as she shifted, her ass cheeks stuck to the leather chair.

Janie's chair, the thought occurred to her, and she smiled deviously.

Fuck her.

"Good," Kat smiled back. "But I hope you're ready for more. My pussy is SO hungry..."

Kat stood up from the floor, and Desdemona could see her full body now. The pregnant woman had to reach underneath her belly to play with herself, and the swollen bump had grown bigger somehow in the time it took for Desdemona to cum. Kat looked to be fully nine months pregnant; the olive colored flesh of her stomach protruding far out from beneath her once-loose fitting sweater.

Everything about Kat looked bigger, and thicker, Desdemona realized. Her thighs had plumped up significantly, hips wider and the dips more pronounced, and her ass had grown absolutely enormous. As Desdemona admired her partner's body, Kat began to strip, starting first with her pants, shimmying the skin-tight fabric down over ample cheeks, releasing the pungent and undeniable aroma of her sex.

If Desdemona had started to go flaccid after her first orgasm, the scent of Kat's freshly-fingered cunt made sure it wouldn't be soft again any time soon. Her colossal cock throbbed like iron as inhaled the smell of her lover's pussy, and as Kat kicked the pants off from around her sneakers, Desdemona got a full view of the woman's nest of dark brown pubic hair, trimmed into a furry triangle pointing down to the glistening pair of labia peeking from her puffy and bare outer lips.

"You're going to be inside of that soon," Desdemona thought to herself, and bit her lower lip in anticipation. Her shaft throbbed hard, making a thick glob of precum ooze up out the tip of her crown. She remembered how warm and tight Kat felt the day before, and the head of her cock looked ready to burst from how swollen it had become at the thought of it.

Kat then lifted her sweater up and over her head, fully revealing her pregnant body, naked in all it's glory save for her sneakers. Like Desdemona, Kat's entire form glistened with sweat in the fluorescent office lighting, olive skin begging to be touched, to be kissed. Thin traces of stretch marks in her taught stomach flesh caught the light, and her belly button popped out like a tiny fleshy nub. Her belly, the obvious focal point of her body, bulged far out from her torso, dwarfing her now large and swollen breasts, which sat heavy atop the baby bump.

Each of her nipples had grown dark brown and thick, with significantly larger areole, and each breast looked enormously full and vascular, with thick veins visible across the lightly tanned flesh. Desdemona desperately wanted to have one of them in her mouth.

The nude, pregnant woman standing in the middle of Janie's office had the classic shape of a fertility goddess, Desdemona admired in awe. With huge swollen belly and massive, full tits, alongside her already wide birthing hips and colossal ass, Kat couldn't have looked any sexier to her. She stood, cradling her stomach with both hands underneath it, dressed only in a pair of clean, white sneakers, and radiated a glow that Desdemona found irresistible.

"Oh wow..." was all Desdemona could mutter as she stared, cock flexing and throbbing aggressively. She ached in a way she never experienced before, and the taught skin of her turgid shaft felt ready to split. The warm, soft embrace of Kat's cunt was all she could think of to soothe it.

"Lay down on her desk," Kat said, motioning to the less-cluttered half of the L-shaped desk that dominated most of the small office space. On one side sat Janie's computer monitor and keyboard along with other work related odds and ends, the other had a few papers and a desk calendar with a handful of appointments scribbled on it.

As if lust itself were at the controls of her brain, Desdemona didn't give the request a second thought before she planted her sweaty ass cheeks on Janie's calendar. She heard the paper crumple as she turned to lay lengthwise, and knocked something off the side of the desk with her shoe, her tights still tangled around her feet.

Desdemona didn't even have time to consider what just went crashing to the floor before Kat, shockingly nimble for being so far along in her pregnancy, began to mount the desk herself. Her pregnant body moved with an otherworldly grace as she found her footing on Janie's desk, rubber soles scuffing loudly against the finished surface.

In a few moments, Kat stood over Desdemona's waist, sneakered feet planted firmly on either side of her. The fertile woman's bun grazed the drop-tile ceiling, sending a small shower of white dust down over the couple.

Desdemona looked up at Kat's pussy, the outer labia deep pink and freshly hairless, her tanned inner lips dripping wet and parted slightly, affording a view of her agape opening. The tight hole clenched rhythmically in anticipation of being filled as Kat began to squat down, aligning her cunt with Desdemona's cock. Desdemona held her member upright with her right hand, simultaneously pulling back her plentiful foreskin to let her flexing mushroom tip free. The purple crown oozed precum, and with the entire glans already soaked with Kat's saliva, the turgid head glistened before hot pussy kissed, then mashed, against it.

She barely had a chance to enjoy the sensation of being pressed against Kat's cunt before she watched the hungry lips swallow her bell end whole. Kat wasted no time burying the sensitive crown inside her hot opening, their combined slickness making penetration effortless. Tight, soft walls embraced the aching cockhead, and Desdemona's mouth hung open in bliss as Kat speared herself further down onto her shaft. Inch by swollen inch, Kat took Desdemona inside her, sinking slowly but steadily onto the turgid pillar of flesh.

"Oh GOD yes!" Kat groaned out loudly, her pregnant form squatting above Desdemona, impaling herself on the foot long length of girldick.

Kat reached out with both hands to steady herself and Desdemona took them in her own. The two women interlaced their fingers as Kat fed her pussy more and more cock, the slick entrance hungrily taking in Desdemona's behemoth. Kat's clit bulged obscenely from its hood, rubbing against the topside of Desdemona's shaft as she lowered herself further, inching closer towards the vein-laced base.

"You're so fucking tight," Desdemona gasped, feeling the warm, slippery walls swallow more of her length. She flexed uncontrollably as Kat fully sunk onto her lap, clit finally pressed to Desdemona's pubic mound.

The two women panted heavily as they sat together, genitals interlocked, frozen in bliss as Desdemona's cock throbbed and Kat clenched her rhythmically. The taught, aching flesh of Desdemona's dick finally experienced relief, now fully sheathed inside her wide-hipped lover's cunt. The velvety walls of Kat's vagina gripped and relaxed, over and over, almost suckling at the swollen shaft lodged inside it.

After a few moments, Kat gently started rocking her hips back and forth, sliding the thick shaft ever so slightly in and out of her as she ground her clit against Desdemona. Kat's eager cunt never stopped gripping, though, massaging the sensitive cock continually as she brought herself closer to climax.

"I'm gonna cum already," the pregnant woman moaned, her sweaty triangle of pubic hair tangling against Desdemona's thick happy trail. Her hips kept pace while her breaths came faster, pussy gripping uncontrollably at the base of Desdemona's cock.

Kat's grip on Desdemona's hands intensified, and she cried out once, loudly, before stifling her moans into her arm. Desdemona felt Kat's pussy quivering, squeezing her frantically, as she came. Her rapid pulse pounded through the soft walls of her cunt as she shivered, fully impaled on the massive girldick lodged firmly inside her guts.

A few soft, wavering cries escaped from Kat's mouth, and her face was intense and focused. Her entire, swollen form glistened with sweat, and small rivulets ran down her brow and her engorged breasts. Desdemona was amazed she could still squat like this, perched atop her cock like a pregnant gargoyle - especially after cumming so hard.

It was even more surprising when, without warning, Kat slowly lifted herself, dragging her tight pussy up the length of Desdemona's cock, stopping right before her bulbous head popped free. Desdemona could feel Kat's entrance tugging at her crown, ever so gently, before she quickly squatted back down, their bodies clapping together wetly as Kat's pussy fully swallowed the throbbing cock.

Desdemona let out a loud gasp as she felt Kat's tight opening grip her base again, her entire length caressed by her lover's twat. And then, without missing a beat, Kat gently lifted herself almost fully up again, only this time, as she did, she tensed the muscles of her cunt, squeezing Dez's length along the way. It felt like her pussy was sucking Desdemona off, the gripping making a slight suction within the air-tight walls of Kat's love nest.

Just as Desdemona thought she would pop free from the warm cunt again, Kat was back in Desdemona's lap with a wet plop, fully sheathing the gargantuan rod of lust.

Desdemona couldn't speak. She could only let out weak pants and gasps as Kat rode her like this, over and over. Slowly up, gripping Desdemona tightly all the way, suckling her cock with her hungry cooch, before slamming back down into her lap. The velvety walls of her vagina felt like nirvana wrapped around Dez's aching length, soothing the taught flesh like nothing else could.

And then, as expected, Desdemona felt her legs begin to tense and stiffen, toes curling tightly as Kat kept slam-fucking her. Her thick, swollen cock began to flex, against her will, coaxed to the edge of climax by Kat's rapid and suctioning fuck. The repeated rhythm of the slow climb, being suckled all the way up, to the anxiety of almost coming free, culminating in the full drop of her lover's snatch onto her waist was too much for Desdemona to bear any longer.

"You better fucking FILL me," Kat leaned in and growled, before lifting, slowly, one last time. Kat's cunt gripped Desdemona HARD, her face tense and flush with exertion, before she dropped herself down onto the behemoth lodged between her legs.

With a guttural shriek of pleasure, Desdemona grabbed Kat's waist and raised her hips, lodging the pregnant woman firmly against her. Her cock throbbed once, dryly, before a second powerful flex sent a thick ribbon of cum deep into Kat's cunt.

"Yes, baby, fucking YES!" Kat moaned, riding Desdemona like a bull as the she-cocked woman came buckets into her pussy.

Desdemona's hips thrusted uselessly, each motion matched by her partner to keep the cumming cock lodged as deep as physically possible. Desdemona's knuckles went white as the women gripped each others' hands hard and stared into each others' eyes. Her mouth hung open, dumbly, as she panted and came, the powerful pulsations making her gasp and grunt. Her engorged cock throbbed rhythmically, over and over, endlessly feeding the hungry pussy wrapped around it every ounce of its precious seed.

She had never cum like this before, Desdemona knew that for sure. Not this much, anyway, or for this long. As her tremendous climax continued, she felt lightheaded, her eyes fluttering half-shut as Kat continued to grip and relax around the base of her dick. All the while, her cock throbbed and pushed wave after wave of seed into Kat's insatiable cunt.

Finally, with one last, pathetic flex, her cock stopped ejaculating, and Desdemona relaxed and lay flat on the desk. Her head rolled back and she closed her eyes, and the two women finally let go of each other's hands. Kat still sat on her waist, vaginal walls throbbing with the pregnant woman's pulse, entrance still gripping her, over and over, but eventually she leaned back herself.

"S-s-sensitive... can't-s-so sensitive..." Desdemona finally murmured, sitting upright to look at Kat, who was now leaned back and supporting herself against the wall with both hands behind her. Her face looked panicked and strained, and her pussy kept clenching. Hard, too, Desdemona thought, watching Kat's face turn deep red.

"You okay?" Desdemona asked, trying to back up and out of Kat. Clearly something wasn't right.

"I'm like... cramping SUPER hard," Kat groaned, letting out a low moan as her vagina gripped Desdemona tightly again.

"What do you--what do we do?" Desdemona stammered, her voice panicky as she tried again to back herself out of Kat's juicy embrace. Kat lifted herself up a bit to help, and the pregnant woman's cunt let Desdemona's cock free with a sloppy wet pop.

The cool office air shocked the warm, wet skin of her cock, and Desdemona shivered as she stood, naked from the waist down. She stumbled and quickly pulled her tights up from around her shoes, the tangled wet fabric now cold against her skin. She hoisted them and tucked her semi-engorged penis back inside.

"Something's coming out of me," Kat moaned, squatting on Janie's desk, bracing against the wall. Her sneakered feet sat wide apart, and her pussy hung low above the desk calendar, now crumpled and wet from their lovemaking.

Her opening gaped and clenched, and each time the hole puckered, Kat let out a low moan. Desdemona knew she had put a hefty load inside of Kat's pussy, but yet, even poised as she was, pregnant cunt gasping and gaping, not a drop oozed from her. It seemed as if Kat's pussy had literally ATE her cum.

"I can feel it, Dez," Kat groaned, shifting her legs as wide as she could manage. "It's coming."

"What's coming?" Desdemona asked frantically, watching Kat's cunt grip and relax.

Kat answered, but not with her words. After one particularly powerful contraction, Desdemona saw something crowning from the pregnant woman's gaping pussy hole. Kat moaned louder now, and bore down hard. As she grunted savagely, an off-white object poked from her slick entrance.

"Holy FUCK it's big," Kat exclaimed, bearing down again. Her labia bulged outwards, pushing more of the cream colored object out with them.

With a guttural roar, Kat finally pushed the thing free, which went skittering across the soaked calendar, coming to rest perilously close to the desk's edge.

Desdemona stared in awe as a large, fist-sized egg sat spinning gently on Janie's desk. The thing looked, for all intents and purposes, like an overly large chicken egg, off-white and oblong. It was coated in a thick slime of vaginal juices, and Desdemona's nostrils were filled with the scent of Kat's sex, the smell wafting powerfully from the freshly birthed egg.

Before Desdemona could even begin to wrap her mind around the situation at hand, Kat let out another primal moan. She looked up from the egg, which slowly stopped spinning, to watch Kat's cunt heave outward again. A second egg was ready to breach from between the woman's drooling labia, and it pushed far out from her lips. Kat's face was a mask of pleasure and pain wrapped into one, flush and coated in sweat, as she grimaced and bore down.

The second egg popped free audibly, and crashed into the first, sending them both to the floor with quiet thuds. Desdemona gasped instinctively, and futilely tried to catch them, but saw that the pair simply wobbled back and forth on the carpet, neither having broken open despite the fall. She bent to pick them up, and while she was doubled over, a third egg plopped free from Kat's gasping cunt, this one seeming to take less effort to pass than the previous two.

Desdemona managed to catch this one before it launched itself from the desk, and she stood, holding the wet egg in her hand. It felt quite heavy and full, and was significantly larger than any egg she had eaten before. The thing had to be at least the size of a goose egg, if not bigger, were she to venture a guess. Its shell felt hard and firm, and something about its heftiness told her it was significantly thicker than your average egg. Not to mention the fact that the other two had crashed to the floor without so much as suffering a crack.

"Kat, these are eggs..." Desdemona said, her voice trailing off as she watched Kat push a fourth - quickly followed by a fifth- egg from her pussy.

Kat was moaning now, and braced herself against the wall with only one hand. She used the other to rub her clit as she stared down at herself, watching a sixth egg begin to emerge from her cunt.

"It feels SO good, Dez," Kat said, eyes half closed as she masturbated. "It feels like I keep cumming, every time."

"This is unreal," Desdemona said, her eyes scanning the office for something to store the freshly birthed eggs in.

Janie left her lunch box tucked against the side of her desk, and Desdemona's eyes settled on the blue insulated cooler bag. The thing seemed comically large for lunch, but perfect for the task at hand. She snatched it up and unzipped it, emptying the used plasticware into the trash bin.

While Desdemona began to collect the eggs inside the insulated bag, Kat continued pushing them out, one after another. Each time one popped out, the pregnant woman cried out in pleasure, pussy clenching and gripping repeatedly until another cream-colored shell began to press its way out from between her lips. They scattered from Kat's cunt half-hazardously, some of them rolling onto the floor, while others spun in place on the now slick surface of the desk.

Desdemona could feel herself beginning to sweat profusely as she frantically worked to collect them all, trying to account for every one of the off-white eggs. The number was quickly approaching double digits when a knock at the office door made Desdemona almost drop the bag from her arms.

"You guys good in there?" Selena's muffled voice came from the other side of the thick wooden door.

"Fuck!" Desdemona whispered, eyes darting between the cooler bag full of eggs, the pregnant woman still pushing them out of her slit, and the office door.

"SO good!" Kat moaned loudly, and Desdemona stared daggers at her. The birthing woman didn't even have her eyes open as the tenth egg bulged out of her cunt. Or was it the eleventh, Desdemona wondered, as she saw a new egg she hadn't accounted for already teetering near the edge of the desk.

"Oh-Kay," Selena said, emphasizing each syllable. "I got a question about one of these SKUs," she continued, and the door handle jiggled. "Can I come in?"

"Hang on, I'll be right out!" Desdemona quickly replied, putting the lunch bag down and running both hands over her hair to smooth it out. She unintentionally smeared a glob of the aromatic birthing fluids into her curly locks, but didn't have time to worry about it.

Desdemona looked back at Kat, now working on another thick-shelled birthing as the twelfth, or maybe the thirteenth, egg toppled to the floor.

"Just... keep it up I guess? I-I'll be right back!" Desdemona said, feeling stupid as soon as the words left her mouth.

"Hurry back, baby..." Kat moaned, biting her lower lip as she opened her eyes seductively. "Then you can stuff me back up again after I push them all out..."

"Oh my god," Desdemona said, taken aback. Her cock flexed feebly, as if to remind her it was still there. Like she needed to be reminded of what got her into this mess in the first place.

Kat barely seemed to care as Desdemona crept out of the office, making sure to not let the door open more than a crack to give Selena as little insight into their activities as possible. She pulled the door shut behind her and stood firmly in front of it.

"So, uh, what's up?" Desdemona asked, feigning a nonchalant attitude. "You needed me?"

"Yeahhh," Selena lingered on the word, brow furrowed. "You doing okay, Dez?"

"Me? Oh yeah, of course, why do you ask?" Desdemona said, shrugging her shoulders causally.

"Because you're sweaty as fuck and you're acting weird as shit."

"Am I?" Desdemona crinkled her face in surprise. "I didn't even... yeah, I'm good! Janie's office is always so hot, there's like no ventilation." She fanned herself off with her hands, wafting the sexual musk that clung to her skin.

"Hang on, you got something in your hair," Selena said, reaching out before Desdemona could stop her. She pulled her hand back, and her index and middle fingers had a slimy coating.

"Is this product or something?" Selena asked, bringing them to her nose and sniffing them. She bit her lower lip and inhaled a second time. "It smells really good, Dez. What is it?"

"Product? Oh yeah, hair product! I can't even remember," Desdemona said, face growing hotter by the moment. "I can text you then name when I get home?"

"Yes, please," Selena said, smelling her hand again, "it's like, I don't know, like kinda sexy, you know?"

"You have no idea," Desdemona replied, trying to hide her incredulity at the entire situation, and failing miserably. "You said you had a question about a SKU? I just kinda need to get back to--"

"Shit! Of course, yeah I did!" Selena said, finally pulling her hand from her face, realization dawning as she came back to her senses. "Lemme show you, I have it at the register."

Desdemona sighed hard and followed behind Selena, glancing back at the office door before she did. It was difficult to think about anything other than the pregnant woman behind it, pushing eggs out of her pussy. She wondered how many she'd come back to, if Kat would still be ravenously horny and naked, and most importantly, what the FUCK was going on?

Yesterday she had been blissfully balls-deep inside of Kat's voluptuous body, and now today, she watched as over a dozen eggs were birthed from the same woman's heavily pregnant pussy. None of it made sense, and she had a feeling she'd end up with more questions than answers by the end of the day.

Which, now that she thought about it, had crept incredibly close. She couldn't wait for the day to finish so she could actually take a minute to think, and to figure out what to do from here.

Or at the very least, to sit in her room, smoke a joint, and stare out her window as she put her headphones in and pretended this wasn't happening. That seemed like a really nice idea, now that she considered it.

"So, like, I'm seeing two different ones for the same book in our system here," Selena said, pointing at her register's monitor.

To just sit and exist in her own quiet space, unbothered and uninterrupted, alone with her thoughts, that was one of Desdemona's favorite pastimes. She couldn't wait to be out of here and back in her apartment, where the thick walls of her room and the noise cancelling headphones let her ideas come in and kept the outside world at bay.

"I know this one is from last year," Selena continued, the words sounding distant and ethereal. "But like, why do we still have both? Like, did Janie forget to pull all the old numbers?"

When she was younger, the solitude Desdemona experienced had felt like a curse. So desperately had she wanted friends, to fit in and be liked, but so frustratingly had she never seemed to be able to breach that social gap, to overcome her own anxieties and self-doubt. Not to mention Desdemona's overbearing single mother, who liked to keep her at home as much as possible to "protect" her from the world.

Over time the loneliness became comfortable, and her own inner world became rich with lush environments and fantastic characters. All the while, the real world continued to lumber past, bleak and uncaring, leaving Desdemona to feel more like an observer than a participant.

A stranger in a strange land.

"You know what I mean?" Selena asked. She had clearly been talking for a while.

"I'm sorry," Desdemona rubbed her eyes with both hands. "Can you start over? I'm like, so not with it right now."

"Girl, don't even worry," Selena said, her tone immediately lowering to one of compassion. "You've been all over the place lately. Thank god you're off tomorrow, huh?"

"Oh shit, I am," Desdemona said, feeling the knot in her stomach lift just a bit. But the thought of Kat in Janie's office brought it right back. "I completely forgot."

At least she'd have the day to try and figure things out.

"This place has you all fucked up," Selena said, shaking her head.

"You have no idea."

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The only thing worse than opening shifts, Selena Espinoza thought to herself, unlocking the dark bookstore's front doors, was opening alone.

For the third day in a row, Janie mysteriously called out again, this time leaving Selena high and dry to manage by herself until the new girl Kat came in at ten to work shipment.

Most of all, she was annoyed at the fact that she probably wouldn't be able to finish reading the latest release of "Dickgirls from Beyond" during her shift today. Chapter Eight just dropped last night, and she had been reading voraciously to catch up ever since she discovered the erotica series.

Selena planned to make her way through the new kinky story about hung and hot extra-dimensional women during the course of her shift, but seeing as how it would be a skeleton crew today, she doubted there'd be time.

It felt so much naughtier to read smut during work hours, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter by the hour, surrounded by her oblivious coworkers. She loved getting aroused in secret all day until the moment she got home, when she'd throw her pants off and ride her rose toy to sweet climactic bliss.

At least during lunch she'd be able to dive in a little bit.

Lunch.

Hadn't she seen Desdemona leaving yesterday with Janie's lunchbox? Or one that looked an awful lot like it.

Which reminded Selena, what had the two women been doing in Janie's office, anyway? She glanced over at the door, and curiosity got the best of her as she wandered over to it. The overhead motion sensor lights clicked on as she approached, almost guiding her, and she hesitated for a second before reaching out for the door handle.

Selena had a pit in her stomach, as if she were at a huge crossroads, hand clutching the knob of Janie's door. Her body seemed to be warning her of some unseen and undetected peril.

It's probably locked anyway, she thought, as she twisted the knob slowly, feeling it continue to turn as she kept applying pressure. Until finally it clicked open.

Guess not.

Selena swallowed hard. With a deep breath, she let the door swing in; and that same smell from yesterday, the smell of whatever Desdemona had in her hair, was overwhelmingly strong in the small office. It came rushing out like an aphrodisiacal shockwave, and Selena felt lightheaded as she took it in.

The musky, primal scent reminded Selena of raunchy, dirty sex and fresh sweat, of pussy juice and semen, with something implacable and feral lingering inside it. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the scent intoxicating in a strange way.

"The fuck were they doing in here?" Selena asked out loud, feeling a distinct throbbing between her legs. And why the fuck am I getting so wet, she wondered, as she carefully moved into Janie's office.

The two girls HAD spent an awful lot of time in here yesterday, and Selena swore she heard Kat moaning a few times. Or at least, Selena imagined the sounds to be moans. Were they... having sex? In here?!

She had to admit, Kat WAS pretty hot, and her ass? It was hard not to think of her in a sexual way, especially with that enormous dump truck she carried behind her. Each cheek alone had to be bigger than the woman's head.

Selena understood what Desdemona saw in the new girl, as much as she harbored a little jealously at the way she looked Kat up and down every chance she had. There was something intensely exciting about her, shaped like a bubble-butted goddess, that Selena felt difficult to resist herself. That much she could admit.

But what about me?

The question kept ringing in Selena's head all day, as much as she tried to push it out. They were just friends, right? That's all it should -could- ever be.

Right?

Thinking about the two of them fucking in here made Selena feel warm in the face, and her stomach rose up into her throat. Just as she turned to leave Janie's office, she caught sight of something glistening beneath the corner of the L-shaped desk, tucked behind the leg, and did a double take to get a better look.

An egg. And a pretty big one too, Selena realized, bending over to pick the thing up.

The cool surface was hard to the touch, and the egg was significant heavier than Selena would have imagined, given its size. It filled most of her hand, and couldn't be a chicken egg, or even a duck egg for that matter. This was bigger than either of those, by quite a bit, Selena considered.

And then the smell hit her. It had the most WONDERFUL aroma about it, this savory sweetness that Selena almost couldn't resist. It reminded her of that pungent scent wave that hit her when she opened the office door, but even more appealing, even more sensual.

Without realizing it, she had brought the large egg up to her face, right to her nose, and she suddenly had to fight off the urge to crack the thing open and swallow down the contents.

"The fuck is wrong with you, girl?" Selena asked herself, taking another look at the weird egg. She lifted it, and held it to the overhead lights to try and get a look at its contents through the shell.

Whatever it was, it was thick too, and Selena couldn't make out anything as she rotated it in her hand above her head.

And just when she thought the morning couldn't get any more peculiar, that's when Selena noticed the small, glossy-black, camera lens sticking out from one of the ceiling tiles. Right above Janie's desk.

Someone had carefully placed the camera in just the right spot to have full view of Janie's computer monitor and all the paperwork on her desk.

"Ah shit, someone's spying on the old hag," Selena laughed to herself, stepping off to the side, trying to get out of its view. She flipped her backpack off one shoulder to bring it around front, and unzipped one of the side pouches.

She pulled out a few Kleenex from a plastic wrapper and sheathed the off-white egg in a hefty layer before stuffing it inside the bag, carefully making sure not to crush the thing.

"What til I tell Dez about this," Selena said to herself, glancing up at the ceiling-mounted camera again.

She wondered who could have put it there, and for what purpose? She couldn't wait to gossip with Desdemona about it, and what it could mean. Selena reached for her phone to text her, but hesitated, remembering how stressed she looked the day before.

"Let her enjoy her day off," she said, having always had a habit of talking to herself. They'd have all day tomorrow to speculate.

Selena backed out, clicked the lights off, and closed the door, making sure it was locked this time.

"Thanks for the free lunch," Selena chuckled, her thoughts never straying far from that massive egg inside her backpack.

She couldn't wait to dig in.