That day was just an ordinary day, like any other.
I was working on my assignments and chatting with friends, same as always.
But around evening, maybe?
While writing my lab report, a weird sensation suddenly hit my lower half.
At first, I brushed it off, figuring my clothes had just rubbed against me.
Twitch!
A feeling like something slipping inside, scraping against my vaginal walls.
This time it was unmistakable, so I checked under the desk in case something was hiding there.
But there was nothing—just the power strip in an empty space.
Was my body finally going haywire?
Maybe something was wrong with my nerves?
The scary thoughts made me get up from my chair right away.
I took off my pants, pulled aside my panties, and checked, but I couldn't find anything unusual.
And yet, even then, something was slathering sticky stuff inside my pussy.
"Ugh... what the hell is this... nothing's even touching me... it's not a ghost..."
Whatever it was finished groping every nook and cranny, then slipped out of my pussy.
'Finally over?' I thought, letting out a breath of relief.
"Hnnngh!!"
Then something incomparable to before—a massive pillar—started plunging into my pussy, churning it up.
An enormous size I'd never felt before. Pain like it was ripping me apart inside.
"Hng... wait... it hurts too much..!"
I tensed my stomach to block the intruder.
It poked at my insides a few times, then gave up and pulled out quick.
Even that tiny intrusion left my lower half throbbing from the sheer size.
'...What was that just now..? Is it done?'
But as if mocking the thought, more of that sticky liquid poured in.
It rubbed my vaginal walls even more persistently than before.
"What the... what's happening to my body..!?"
I thrashed around trying to block it, but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop it from coming in.
It felt ghostly, slipping inside even though I was sitting in my chair fully clothed.
Ignoring my reactions, the pillar pushed deeper through my pussy all the way to my cervix.
The pain made my pussy clench involuntarily, letting me vaguely make out its shape.
A flared umbrella-like tip up front, a hard, hot shaft behind—like a cock.
"No way... this can't be... I'm just sitting here still..."
As it started thrusting back and forth with a size my boyfriend couldn't compare to, pain and pleasure hit me at once.
The unfamiliar sensation of my pussy being stuffed full drew a moan out of me.
"Hnnngh... too... big... please stop."
I tried blocking the entrance to resist, but it didn't stop—in fact, the transparent cock swelled even larger.
Then it twitched wildly, spurting something out. I felt hot, sticky fluid hitting deep inside and trickling down.
The brand-new sensation had me thinking 'No way... actual semen?' as I tried to take off my panties to check.
The moment I reached a hand down to confirm, the transparent cock started pounding my pussy violently again.
But it was hitting different spots this time, and I could tell something was smacking my ass hard.
"Haaah..! What the fuck... how are you thrusting while I'm sitting...?"
It jabbed wildly, but since it filled me up tight and raked every weak point, uncontrollable moans spilled from my lips.
"Uhnngh..! Uh.. mmph.."
The massive waves of pleasure were too much to handle.
My hips shook on their own, my limbs curled up—sensations I'd never felt with my boyfriend.
My body wouldn't listen at all, so I just slumped face-down on the desk.
When the trembling finally died down, I slipped my fingers inside to check if it was really semen.
Sticky strands between my fingers, mixed with my juices and diluted, but the smell confirmed it.
Unmistakable, pure semen.
With this much blasted so deep, terror of pregnancy washed over me.
"If it's real semen... what do I do..? Gotta scoop it out quick..."
I rubbed my still-sore lower belly and hurried toward the bathroom.
Then a warm jet of water slammed into my entire pussy.
"This time... what the hell..? Not there...!"
It hit my clit dead-on, arching my back, while something finger-like dove in and scrubbed my insides hard.
"Hng.. what, you creampie me on your own and now what..!"
Once the forceful scrubbing finished, my insides felt clean.
The pain and the sensation lingered, though.
"Haa... haa... what the fuck is this..? Can't go to the hospital... can't call the cops..."
They'd think it was a prank call for sure if I reported what happened.
I could barely believe it myself—who would?
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The next day.
I woke up and instinctively groped around everywhere.
At least nothing happened overnight—my body was the same as before bed.
I sighed, recalling yesterday, then shook my head.
Too horrific a memory. I wanted to forget it.
I felt like skipping today after that, but missing even one lab would make it hard to keep up, so I had to go.
Nearly forcing myself, I did basic washing up and makeup, got dressed, and left my place.
'Just wanna rest, but grades come first..'
I dragged myself to school and opened the lab door. My classmates saw my face and asked if I was okay.
"Ayoung. You don't look good today? Your face is kinda dark."
"Something happen? You sick?"
Like I could say, 'Yeah, huge transparent cock creampied my pussy then washed me out and vanished.'
I wanted to grab anyone and vent, but that'd just get me labeled crazy.
I swallowed my words and waved it off.
"N.. no, I'm fine.. it's nothing."
I rushed through the lab, then turned down my classmates' lunch invite.
Not in the mood, and if it happened again in front of them, cleanup would be impossible.
I walked home listlessly, my mind racing.
Today, I just wanted to do nothing and rest.
It wouldn't happen again... right?
About ten minutes from my place, I suddenly felt someone groping my breasts.
I whipped around, scanning the street—nobody there.
'What... it's starting again..? Please... stop... I hate it now..'
Palms pressed against both tits, rough hands kneading them freely.
Then the same sticky fluid from yesterday smeared over my breasts.
Next, that massive pillar slid between them and started rubbing.
'What now... haa.. fine, grope my tits... better than down there..'
Groping was at least bearable, so I quickened my pace.
"Hng... ha! Hngk.."
Occasional nipple pinches or rubs leaked moans, but nothing too bad.
But soon the pillar swelled bigger and started throbbing hard.
Splurt... splurrrt..!
It erupted with force, reaching my collarbone and jaw, thick strands dripping down.
The absurdity made me freeze. I wiped at the semen-feeling on my chin.
But that was just the sensation—nothing on my hand.
Face stiff, I got home and headed straight to the shower.
Shhhhhh.
"Hngk.... what is this... how long you gonna... hngk..."
As I cried under the water, the rubbing started up down below again.
"Fine.. do whatever you want... I'll stay still... just finish quick..."
Resigned, I relaxed my body, and the massive pillar forced its way into my pussy.
The stretching sensation was terrifying even the second time.
"Hng... you did it yesterday too... this is too big..."
I braced both arms against the wall, rested my head on them, and prayed it'd end soon.
But it was so huge it scraped every weak spot, my hips shook violently, nearly peeing myself, but I held on.
But that didn't last—my lower half went slack, and I felt like I was about to cum.
"Wait... I'm gonna cum... no no nooo..!!"
Squiiiirt.. splurt..
My back arched as transparent juices squirted out, splattering the wall.
I'd experienced squirting for the first time in my life.
My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.
Head went white, body shuddering uncontrollably in massive pleasure.
Fluid leaked from my pussy in streams, but at least the bathroom made cleanup easy.
"Hnnngh...! Uh... I don't know... what to do..."
The aftershocks hadn't even faded when the transparent cock started moving again, like it wouldn't give me a break.
Rubbing my walls raw as it reached my uterus, my mind went blank bit by bit.
"Haang.. haaaang! Ng.. hng! Aaang..!"
How many times did I squirt and even pee on the bathroom floor before passing out midway?
I surrendered to the pleasure and waited for it to end, but blacked out partway.
A bit later, I opened my eyes and checked down there—clean as yesterday.
"Haa... I'm not some onahole... you fuck me raw, clean up, and leave? Ng..!"
Feeling the delayed ache in my lower belly, I slowly made my way to bed.
I'd lost so much fluid my throat was parched, but sleep mattered more right now.
'Please let it all be a nightmare when I wake up...'