The text is "placed" light humor, so be prepared. And also: violence; actions subject to criminal articles; Futanari; xenomorphs; body and mind changes, and so on.

This text does not claim any credibility, there is not a drop of truth or logical meaning. All as you like! Enjoy reading.

An ordinary girl, for example - at the age of adolescence, namely in the interval from the fifteenth birthday to the sixteenth, felt ailments that relate to health. The doctor examined the girl, gave his conclusion - a hormonal imbalance. And it sounded like a sentence that condemned the young lady to drink hormones, like the same horse eating hay. Hatred and denial, mental anguish, hysteria and prayers - nothing helped the girl, for her ass ... grew. Of course, it seems to you that this is ridiculous, but remembering that age, which, undoubtedly, was with each of us, we can say confidently - for her, the size of her priests was important. However, we omit the lyrics and let the girl herself tell her further story ...

Hello to all! My name is ... Although it does not matter, I am a normal girl, indistinguishable from the crowd. To my credit, I will say that I have always been slim, I loved gymnastics and yoga. I lived with my parents before entering college, but, nevertheless, my story is full of amazing and strange phenomena. When I was fifteen years old, I was often kind of lethargic, I did not want to do anything, but only lay under a heavy blanket and eat sweets in tons. Of course, I could not allow this, told my parents, visited the hospital and received a handful of hormonal pills. And at first, I even felt better, about seven or eight months, until my taut ass began to swell from the pelvis propping up like an inflatable ball. The figure in which I put so much, cracked at the seams, just like pants. Three sizes in three months. How much I suffered at that time, seemed to myself a fat cow with an ass no less than an average oven for four burners. When I was sixteen, I stopped drinking the ill-fated "wheels" and again went in for sports, but how can it help me to reduce the pelvis? This is a bone! And there was no chance. However, months later, as I left the hormones, I suddenly felt in myself a strange feeling that lurked in the fluffy knoll between my legs. And no wonder that I did not understand what it is! I grew up a decent girl, only kissed and hugged the boys, and even then, until my ass began to grow with my complexes. Here I was, once.

So here. The strange sensations were growing, until one day I was washed out for ten minutes in a row. The first experience of masturbation, he is - she did not notice how she brought herself to orgasm. At first, she was even frightened and wanted to tell her mother everything, but then she came around a little and changed her mind - is it really natural for girls? Or not?

Then it was worse. Esili with masturbation in the shower, I could still be reconciled, because it didn’t burden me much, but to put up with thick white secretions - no! And again the hand reaches for the pills and relieves my problems, pulling them away like a rubber band from a slingshot. And I drank them until I entered the Trade College and did not move out from my parents. There was no time for pills, I had to arrange my personal and educational life, and I also had to learn independence.

Again I started to masturbate when October was outside the windows. It was very difficult, but possible, to engage in self-gratification in a room where two more girls live. I managed to do it much better in my soul - the main thing at the time of the climax is to have time to close my mouth, then nothing is heard. Of course, I thought that I was doing everything secretly, but who could I fool? Someone from my female partners started a rumor that I was extremely dissatisfied with the lady and was jerking off as the old steam train turns the wheels.I was angry, but what can I do about it? But in fact, it was even in my hands. Young guys started spinning around me and wanting my attention. And imagine what! It turns out I am a fancy! rather than fat ass, as I thought before. Of course, I liked the attention, but after each date, I did not spread my legs in front of the guy, and put a finger on the clitoris, and arranged for myself a small modest joy. My virginity, I then appreciated. Although it’s no secret, I broke up with her after the new year, just a month before my eighteenth birthday.

The story is really boring - drunk, crimped, lay down and Op-Pa! There is no virginity. It is not, and there is blood! It is boring to disgrace, and most importantly - the pussy was ill for almost two weeks, I didn’t even engage in masturbation during this period, so everything was burning and tugging. But then, as if appetite awoke, she covered the pipka with a pen and fingered three or three or three or three. The matter is not tricky and pleasant.

In celebration of my majority, which coincided with the surrender of the session, I again kicked off like an old sailor, and again someone fucked me (by God, don't drink at all). And I do not even remember who, so I was insane. I remember that I fucked, lay my face in the pillow, my ass up, and according to it, someone had been hammering for so long, and in the pise a fountain of emotions, muffled by alcohol, squished everything. A little later, I, of course, found out that three guys fucked me that night, congratulating and wishing all the best, so to speak, health, happiness, a husband and a lover with money. Fearing to become pregnant, I bought myself contraceptives, completely forgetting that I could not drink them at all. But fear has big eyes - she drank a couple at once and hounded herself for another week, for guarantee. And then, apparently, it was too late ...

The first oddities began about a month later, after my birthday, when my head was loaded with new objects and experiences like “I’ll cure this fucking place! Deducted, how to drink, deduct! ”. Well, you get the idea - jitters. My head was already spinning around, didn’t sleep almost, ran for half a day and crammed until midnight. When the hand reached the point, I didn’t feel it at all, rubbed something there, and when I finished it, I fell asleep to sleep. But on the weekend, I noticed that it had eluded me for so long - my little klitorochek, became almost purple, as if transmitted by something, swelled strongly and fell out of the hood. You just do not have to imagine that my dickhead has grown there! Everything then was still within the framework, simply in a different way, her hair was hidden normally, but then I washed myself - I noticed, and my fingers also did not miss the increase in area. The panic began, and a visit to the doctor happened. He checked everything, touched something there, asked questions and said, “This is all because of the pills, probably a side effect!” Normal doctor, he studied, probably, for some triples. But there was no time for me to take care of myself, studying with cancer put and dragged me like a goat goat. Sometimes I could not find myself, not to look at the pussy. Here I have a clitoris and swell, and in parallel with it, my dear sexual lips, began to reach down and darken, as if out of anger, changing the delicate pink color of the “noble pussy” to an almost brown shade of “hard pussy”. It looked ... no ice, but another boy that turned me up for one night didn’t express any complaints, but on the contrary ñ stuck with my girl and wanted to suck her, so the little one started, almost forgot about the condom, the weirdo. By the way, he often caught me and offered to go somewhere with him, but I didn’t associate my plans with his skill. Even though he licked diligently, he couldn’t even beat his fingers ... And I’m not going to talk about his note - it’s too small for such attention.

After the summer session, when every good student is entitled to a vacation, I have already launched myself thoroughly. And the question is not even what has changed, but in me. Just a year in college and dorm, and I calmly masturbate under a blanket, and I do not care that the girls from the room hear everything.With guys so many times fucked, and everything is like “be healthy”, no emotions! It even became funny when I remembered how I kept my chastity, it would be ...