Transit, 34 Part 2 (Patreon)

Lori leaned against the sink, her body still trembling from the intensity of the release she had just experienced. Her breath was ragged, her skin flushed, and a thin sheen of sweat clung to her. For a moment, the room seemed to spin around her, the aftershocks of pleasure still echoing through her system.

As the euphoria slowly ebbed away, Lori's thoughts began to clear, and with them came the realization of what she had just done. Shame prickled at the edges of her mind, but it was drowned out by the lingering heat in her body, the undeniable satisfaction still curling in her belly.

She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, only to flinch as a strange tingling sensation rippled across her lips. A stinging, almost burning feeling spread through them, catching her off guard. Lori frowned, bringing her hand up to her mouth. Her fingertips brushed against her lips, and she froze.

They felt swollen. Far bigger than they had been just moments before.

Panic surged through her as she pushed herself away from the sink, her eyes snapping to the mirror. What she saw made her heart skip a beat.

Her lips were plump, unnaturally so. The once modest curve of her mouth had transformed into a pair of full, bee-stung lips that jutted out from her face with an exaggerated, almost cartoonish prominence. They were so swollen, so plush, that they seemed almost foreign to her, as if someone had painted an obscene imitation of lips over her own.

“Oh no…” she breathed…

edit 08/31/2024 : one shot add