The Final Application

The last dollop of cream squeezed out of the tube with a wet, sputtering sound. Demi tossed the empty container into the bathroom trash and leaned back against the mountain of pillows on her bed, her long copper hair fanning out like a fiery halo. The morning sun cut through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across her bare thighs. She was already naked except for a pair of tiny black mesh shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide anything.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at herself. Not at her tits, which were full and heavy with the new barbell piercings glinting at the tips of her nipples. Not at the soft curve of her belly or the wide sweep of her hips. She looked straight at her pussy, specifically at the new star of the show.

Her clit.

Three weeks of that experimental growth cream, applied twice a day, and the results were frankly astonishing. Even soft, it peeked out from between her lips like a tiny pink acorn. When she got aroused, which was constantly these days, it swelled into something that looked like a miniature cock, thick and proud, the new VCH piercing dangling at the tip like a lewd little ornament. She flexed her pelvic muscles and watched it twitch. A shiver ran from the base of her spine straight to that throbbing nub.

“Fuck yes,” she whispered to herself. “Today is all about you.”

The house wasn't empty. Down the hall, Marcus was probably still nursing a coffee, his huge frame sprawled on the couch. Ben was likely tinkering in the garage, and Bonnie had mentioned something about reading in the living room. They were all here for the weekend, the usual comfortable tangle of bodies and boundaries that had become their normal. Demi didn't give a damn who heard her. In fact, the thought of them listening, maybe even peeking in, sent another pulse of heat through her already slick cunt.

She reached for the nightstand where her arsenal was laid out. A small clear pump with a soft silicone cup. A fleshlight, still in its discreet black case. A slim vibrator, curved just right. And her favorite, a glass dildo with a slight bulbous tip. She picked up the pump first, turning it over in her hands.

“Let's see how big you can really get,” she murmured to her clit.

Demi spread her legs wide, the mesh shorts stretching taut. She positioned the cup over her entire mound, making sure her clit was centered in the opening. A squeeze of the bulb, and the silicone sealed against her skin. She watched, mesmerized, as she gave it a few pumps. The suction pulled at her flesh, drawing blood into the already sensitive tissue. Her clit swelled inside the clear chamber, pushing out further, the piercing lifting as the skin around it grew taut and shiny.

The feeling was a deep, sucking ache, a pressure that bordered on pain but translated directly into pleasure. She pumped again, watching her clit expand until it pressed against the sides of the cup. It looked like a fat, engorged thumb now, the head of it perfectly defined. She held the pressure for a minute, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, before releasing the valve. The air hissed out, and the cup detached with a wet pop.

Her clit stood at attention, obscenely large and dark pink, throbbing with its own heartbeat. It was so sensitive she could feel the air moving over it. She didn't touch it, not yet. She wanted to build the anticipation to a fever pitch. Instead, she cupped her own tits, squeezing the soft weight of them, her thumbs flicking over the metal barbells in her nipples. Each flick sent a direct, electric jolt to her clit, making it jump. She pinched her nipples hard, twisting them, groaning at the sharp, sweet sting.

In the living room, Marcus looked up from his phone. A low, guttural sound had drifted down the hallway. He knew that sound. It was Demi's “I'm up to something” groan. He nudged Bonnie with his foot on the couch.

“She's started,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

Bonnie closed her book, a smile playing on her lips. “Already? It's barely ten.”

Ben walked in from the garage, wiping his hands on a rag. “I could hear the pump from the driveway. That thing is loud.”

The three of them shared a look, a silent conversation born of shared history. Nobody moved toward the hallway, but nobody turned up the TV either. They just listened.

Back in the bedroom, Demi had moved on to the fleshlight. She uncased the toy, a sleek, dark silicone sleeve inside a rigid tube. She squirted a generous amount of lube into the opening and then positioned herself on her knees, sitting back on her heels. This angle was awkward, but it was the only way to make it work. She spread her outer lips with one hand, her massive clit jutting out like a tiny erection. With the other hand, she brought the fleshlight down.

She didn't push her clit into it. She pressed the opening of the toy against the tip of her clit. The cool, slick silicone kissed her most sensitive spot. She gasped and rotated her hips, rubbing the head of her clit around the entrance of the fleshlight. The sensation was insane, a concentrated, slippery friction that made her whole body clench.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted, her voice rising.

She pushed in, just the tip. Her clit disappeared into the tight, ribbed tunnel. She held it there, feeling the toy's texture squeeze her. She had never been able to penetrate anything with her clit before. Now, she could fuck. She pulled back and pushed in again, a little deeper this time, the shaft of her clit sliding into the silicone grip. It was a tiny, precise thrust, but the visual of it, the feeling of her own body part acting like a little dick, was the single hottest thing she had ever experienced.

She fucked the fleshlight with her clit, short, sharp, desperate little thrusts. Her pussy was clenching around nothing, drooling a clear, sticky fluid down her thighs. She was making wet, sloppy noises, the lube squelching with every micro-thrust. She was so focused, so lost in the act, she didn't hear the soft creak of the hallway floorboards.

Marcus had crept down the hall. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He was already hard, the outline of his huge cock straining against his sweatpants. He didn't say a word, just watched Demi on the bed, her copper hair a wild mess, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, fucking a sex toy with her oversized clit.

Demi looked up, her eyes glassy with lust. She didn't stop. She met his gaze and fucked the toy harder, a silent, filthy challenge. She wanted him to see. She wanted them all to see.

“Enjoying the show?” she panted, her voice ragged.

“Best one I've ever seen,” Marcus said, his voice a low rumble. “Don't stop on my account.”

Ben and Bonnie appeared behind him, Bonnie peeking over Marcus's shoulder, Ben leaning against the opposite side of the doorframe. They were a silent audience, their eyes fixed on the explicit display. The exhibitionist thrill was a drug. Knowing they were watching, hearing their quiet breaths, seeing Ben adjust his own hardening cock through his jeans, it pushed Demi into a new stratosphere of arousal.

She tossed the fleshlight aside. It was too good, she was too close, and she wasn't ready for the finale yet. She wanted to put on a real show. She lay back and grabbed the glass dildo. It was cool and heavy in her hand. She didn't bother with her pussy. Not yet. She brought the bulbous tip to her clit.

She rubbed the glass head over the swollen, slick surface of her clit. The contrast of the hard, unyielding material against her engorged, hypersensitive flesh was breathtaking. She tapped it, lightly, watching her clit bounce back with a lewd jiggle. The piercing clinked against the glass. The three people in the doorway were statues, completely captivated.

Demi spread her legs impossibly wider, hooking one hand under her knee to pull it back. With her other hand, she took the tip of the dildo and pressed it against the very base of her clit, right where it merged with her hood. She wasn't going to penetrate her pussy. She was going to rub her clit with it, fuck the underside of it, treat the whole long shaft of her clit like a tiny, perfect cock.

She stroked the dildo up the length of her clit, from base to tip, a long, slow, deliberate motion. A guttural cry tore from her throat. She did it again, faster. She was giving herself a handjob, essentially, jerking off her own giant clit with a glass dildo. The visual was obscene and beautiful. The glass slid easily over her slick skin, the ridge of the toy catching on the sensitive underside of her clit's head with every pass.

“Jesus Christ, Demi,” Ben breathed from the doorway. His hand was openly palming his cock now.

“You're so fucking hot,” Bonnie added, her voice a husky whisper. “That beautiful, big clit.”

Their words were gasoline on a fire. Demi's hips started to buck, fucking up into her own hand. She was losing all rhythm, all sense of the performance. It was just raw, animal need now. She dropped the dildo and used her fingers, pinching the shaft of her clit between her thumb and forefinger, jerking it furiously. Her other hand flew to her tits, twisting a nipple brutally hard.

The pressure built from deep inside her, a coiled spring in her pelvis that tightened to a breaking point. It wasn't a normal orgasm building. It was something bigger, something tectonic. Her clit felt like it was going to explode, a supernova of nerve endings. Her whole pussy was convulsing, the empty channel fluttering and squeezing, desperate to be filled, but the center of the universe was that one, magnificent, throbbing nub.

“I'm gonna come,” she screamed, a warning and a declaration. “Fuck, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!”

She didn't try to be quiet. She let the orgasm rip through her, a scream tearing from her throat that echoed through the whole house. Her back arched off the bed, her body a rigid, trembling bow. She squirted, a sudden, clear gush of fluid that soaked the sheets beneath her, her pussy spasming violently as she milked her clit with her fingers. Wave after wave of pure, white-hot ecstasy crashed over her, centered in that one tiny-cock-like nub she was so goddamn proud of.

She collapsed, a sweaty, panting, trembling mess. Her clit was still twitching, too sensitive to even touch now. She lay there, legs akimbo, completely spent, a lazy, utterly satisfied smile spreading across her face.

The silence in the room was broken by Marcus’s slow clap.

“Ten out of ten,” he said, his grin wide and genuine. “A masterpiece. The Academy should create a new category.”

Ben was already unbuckling his belt, his eyes dark with need. “My turn.”

Bonnie was laughing, a warm, delighted sound. “Get in line. I get to kiss it better first. That was an athletic event.”

Demi just laughed, a breathless, happy sound, and stretched out like a cat in a sunbeam. The day was just getting started, and her magnificent, newly enhanced clit had already stolen the show. She reached down and gave it a gentle, affectionate pat.

“Good girl,” she whispered to it, and closed her eyes, ready for whatever, and whoever, came next.