Pentagram: An Official Chirsty Marks Hentai Short Story - Big Boobs/Breast Expansion/Monster/Sperm

Hello everyone! 

Two stories in one week? Yup. I felt like posting this story as well. I hope you will enjoy it. With the current climate and what is happening in the world right now, I thought about having fun with it a bit. The title for the story is 'Pentagram' and it's about a small town being quarantined because of a virus, but something much more sinister is lurking. 

This story was officially made in collaboration with the awesome porn star, Christy Marks. A good friend of mine. She is playing the main character in this story. 

Please check out her Twitter page, go give her some love and tell her I sent you: https://twitter.com/realchrismarks

Pentagram

An Original Hentai Short Story

By

Camille Juteau

Featuring

Christy Marks

Requested By

Marnol

It had been a few weeks now.

The lights didn’t come back and there was no sign that electricity would be back anytime soon. For all instances and purposes, it was the apocalypse. For the small town of Mount Union, Pennsylvania, hell had been unleashed on Earth.

No one clearly knew what was specifically happening, but according to what the folks of Mount Union knew, the town had been placed on lockdown apparently because of a virus outbreak. A virus that no one knew nothing about. No one could get in. No one could get out. Chaos had taken over the town. Deeply frightened, a lot of the citizens remained inside their home, not wanting to run the risk to interact with other people as the virus could very well be something real.

For a good percentage of the folks residing in Mount Union, this was entirely a big, whole hoax and there was no virus at all. But for a few other people in town, it was a completely different story.

For someone like me, Nancy Monet, a bountiful sapphire blue-eyed, topaz brown-haired, young schoolteacher, it was something a little too real. I had been fighting for my life in my own residence. Nobody else knew about it, but I had been forced to lock myself up in my bathroom to avoid getting caught by someone that I held very close to my heart. My pet. Dylan, a Boston Terrier puppy. At least, I highly suspected that I was being stalked by my own dog. Two days ago, I saw him getting sick, probably because of the virus and I witnessed him physically changing form before my eyes. After somewhat completing his transformation, turning into an eight-inch tall wolf-looking hound of Hell, he tried attacking me, his owner and friend. This was when I hid and locked myself up in the bathroom. 

It had been more than forty-eight hours now and I was still way too scared to get out. I had access to water so I was fine for the most part, but I was still incredibly worried about my changed puppy. I hadn’t heard him growl on the other side of the door for a few hours now. Was that a good sign? The animal didn’t charge at the door, attempting to force it open for that much time as well. Maybe he gave up and left the house. No idea. But I freaking had to do something. I turned the doorknob, opened the door a tiny, little bit and took a sneak peek on the other side. It was calmed. Silent. I didn’t see Dylan. Nor anything else that would be coming up as strange. I finally decided to venture outside of my bathroom and explored my own house that I hadn’t seen at all in the past forty-eight hours. It was the evening. It was soon about to go fully dark out. I couldn’t see that well without the appreciated help of the missing lights, but I could see well enough. When I suddenly heard a cold, menacing growling in my back as I stepped into the kitchen, I realized that I could also hear pretty well without any light on. I turned around.   

It was there.

He was here. 

The creature that was originally my pet looked absolutely nothing like the Boston terrier puppy I adored. While I was hidden in the bathroom, the vile beast grew horns on the side of his head, manifesting that hellhound look even more. At first, as I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, motionless, watching the monster staring at me, growling in impatience, I was dead scared of him. But the more I took a look at what the beast had to offer, the more I began feeling better about this. When I noticed the huge erected cock and large, constantly bouncing testicles of the beast between his legs. I found my way out of this. A way for me to get out of here alive. Without mentioning the fact that it kind of turned me on to see this gigantic erect penis waving from right to life as the animal decided to slowly walked up to me in the kitchen. The hellhound was so tall in height, way taller than me that it totally felt like I was facing a werewolf rather than a normal dog. Due to the impressive height of the creature, his junk perfectly was at the height of my chest, hence why I managed to notice and see it so easily in the first place. 

“Alright. How about we do it gently? Ah?” I said as I intentionally leaned against one of the chairs in the room. I had no idea why, but he tried to act seductive at this moment. Maybe it was all the time I spent alone in the bathroom, locked up, or it was the town being quarantined. Maybe I was losing it. But I was feeling it right here. I had a strong desire to have sex with this infernal-looking creature. Not too long after speaking to him for the first time that evening, the animal growled back at me. I was a little scared, but I was truly starting to feel as if there was no danger of Dylan hurting me. Almost as if my little puppy was still in there. Alive. Simply wearing a different body. Trying to cope with the fact that it was now a beast from Hell. 

Attempting to be open with him, I decided to kneel down on the floor, proving to him that I wouldn’t hurt him (as if I could) or try to run away. As soon as I lowered myself and knelt, he walked a little faster in my direction until his muzzle was right in front of my face. He smelled me then licked my lips. This was when I thought about petting the good boy like I always did before. He accepted me petting him his head and then trust built from there. He moved forward again, this time, having me sitting underneath his belly with his rock-hard dick facing me. 

My cheeks turned all red and heating up as I knew what was next. For the first time in my life, I touched and grabbed Dylan’s cock. I rubbed with the palm of my right hand, masturbating. I was doing it very slowly at first, taking my time, not wanting to hurt him, still uneasy with this strange situation. Pretty quickly, I felt the urge in me to suck his dick. The intense and specific smell coming out of his junk acted as an aphrodisiac. I couldn’t say no to it. I was so aroused I turned wet around my crotch region and I was salivating to the idea of having him in my mouth. 

I slightly leaned forward and inserted about half of his glans in my mouth. I originally aimed for more than that, but this was my limit for now. His glans was so large and thick that only half of it could enter my mouth. However, it didn’t stop the beast from still getting extremely excited, to the point of unleashing a surprising amount of precum all over the walls of my mouth, including all over my tongue. 

Not knowing if this had anything to do with the precum, at the same time as first tasting the substance, I suddenly felt my breasts getting heavier underneath the sweatshirt I was wearing. It became a lot tighter. Were my large thirty-four H cup breasts getting even bigger than they already were all of a sudden?

Meanwhile, between the legs of the creature, I randomly noticed and saw something coming into view. It was Dylan. My Boston terrier puppy. The real one. He looked at me from a distance. This meant the creature I was doing a blow-job to wasn’t Dylan at all.       

Credits for the pictures go to Christy Marks and the SCORE  group.