Routine (Patreon)

Rachael sighed as she stepped into her apartment and felt the compulsion to strip naked. Her body immediately began to wiggle back and forth to a tune only it knew as she undid the buttons of her blazer, doing a little twirl as she placed it on the hook by the door.

Her round, bubbly booty was already swinging back and forth as she ran her hands up the sides of her ribs, along her neck, and to the band that held her blonde hair in its bun - in the past she would have just undid it, but now she had to trace the lines of her body to let down the wavy locks that fell down just past her shoulder blades. Her fingers ran through the lush hair, and she bit her lip as she teased her own reflection.

Long legs, with pantyhose that shimmered in the ceiling lights, danced Rachael into the living area of her studio apartment. She swung backwards dramatically she she unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time as she slowly revealed more of the deep cleavage she was already compelled to show some of at work. As the last button was undone she slowly undulated the top off of her almond tanned shoulders, rubbing the fabric back and forth across her sensitive skin as she finally let the blouse drop from her arms and float to the floor.

It was the shirt shimmy that always triggered Rachael's pussies. The pair sat tightly night to each other between her supernaturally toned thighs, already starting to moisten her cotton panties. Not only was her skin overly sensitive, but the torso shake would send her breasts jiggling in her bra and under the elastic gauze.

As Rachael shimmied her way around the couch she undid her G-cup bra and let it linger between her thumb and pointer finger before flinging it across the room with an accompanied toss of her head and a laugh towards a nonexistent audience. Rachael's breasts bobbed a bit, free of their undersized confinement - great for a ridiculous bulge of flesh but not ideal for her soft cantaloupes. She palmed her generous tits and jiggled them, as if shaking off the aches of being held so tightly. Her nipples, brown beauties as thick as her thumbs, came to attention and pushed out between Rachael's fingers. She literally could not help but lift one up, lick it, and then let her chest drop back to her ribs with significant jiggle.

Releasing the pair that had grown in underneath those was a much more theatrical process. Rachael reached around and found the little clips that kept the cotton strips tightly in place. As she released them and began to unravel the bandaging around the lower portion of her ribs she danced and twirled, her hand high over her head as she spun in her black high heels. The bandages fell away, and her lower pair of breasts heaved into the open air and began jiggling along with their upper neighbors. Rachael's hands went to them, messaging the lines and creases left in her skin from the tight banding that was needed to get through a work day.

Naked from the waist up, a bobbing and dancing mass of wobbling breasts and shining blonde waves, Rachael stuck out her ass towards her TV as she slid her skirt around and unclipped it. As it started to fall down around her legs she quickly rolled onto the cough, the skirt catching on her ankle. Rachael slipped one foot free of the skirt as she rolled onto her back, then swung the skirt around the other ankle for a moment before kicking it off across her room.

Heels, pantyhose, and panties - the latter two beginning to stain from Rachael's strip-dance-induced-horniness - were now all that adorned the gyrating woman, all four breasts refusing to pancake as natural breasts would and remaining as succulent round balls of flesh pointing their nipples at the ceiling. Rachael brought up a foot and began to undo the strap of her left heel. She did it slowly, rubbing the hose of her other leg against her calf as she did so. As she removed the shoe and its four inch heel her foot refused to flat, instead remaining in its stretched position as if waiting for another show to be placed upon it.

Unable to do anything about how her feet were locked in place as if she was wearing an invisible heel, Rachael tossed the show aside and did the same slow removal from the other foot. She was thankful she could wait to take off her shoes until she had made it to her couch - Rachael had tried taking her heels off first thing upon arriving home and was far too unsteady with all the extra mass growing from her torso.

Both shoes on the floor Rachael raised her bountiful booty from the cushions and hooked her thumbs within the band of her panties and hosiery. She slowly dragged the waistband over the curve of her ass, feeling it squeeze like foam rubber as she pushed the pressure of the elastic band down the roundness of her cheeks. It popped over the apex and settled into the crease between ass and thigh for a moment before Rachael continued the long trek down her legs.

The room was already awash in Rachael's dual musk as she slipped the last of her clothes off of her feet. Now it was time for the big finish. She sat up, swinging her legs wide off the edge of the couch. One hand grabbed one of her upper breasts and brought and nipple to her thick pink lips, and she eagerly darted out her tongue and pulled the thick nip into her mouth.

Rachael's other hand made its way to her drooling pussies. Her middle finger slipped between them, caressing the inner lips of each pair of labia. Her pointer finger slipped inside the wet valley of one pussy while her index finger slipped into the other. Thumb and little finger pulled her outer labias in tightly so that her entire hand was pushing down on her two clitties in some way.

Moans did their best to escape from Rachael, her skin glistening in sweat as she pushed herself towards release. Her taught stomach was alternating between rolling and spasming as the delicious warm ball of sexual desire built up inside. If there had been a camera on her television Rachael would have been giving quite the show, legs spread, hands on tits and crotch, mouth wrapped around teat.

Finally her orgasm came. Rachael released the nipple so she could let out a low and intense grown, the attached breast dropping down and bumping into its three mates. Her pussies exploded in juices as Rachael's body locked up, her ass raised up from the couch, her toes curled tightly into the fibers of her carpet.

After a moment Rachael finally came down from the pleasure, her body relaxing back into the cushions. In this afterglow Rachael could, for a few minutes, just reflect on the pleasure before the reality of cleaning up after herself had to begin.

Although Rachael did find calling any of this "reality" was still strange. Many a time she had tried to recall the night she'd found that magic rock. She was already drunk, dragged to a strip club by a mix of coworkers she was desperate to impress. She didn't remember what had coaxed her into making the wishes she made, but she didn't remember those wishes real well either. Probably something about making her twice as sexy or sexual, having the confidence to dance like those strippers when no one was looking, being more attuned to her own pleasures. Something like that. She couldn't remember, and the rock had long ago crumbled into sand.

But Rachael was dealing. She'd found outfits that still looked somewhat professional despite her compulsion to dress more sexually whenever she went out. She made sure to buy plenty of shoes that would fit her stretched feet. And she never let guests stay over at her apartment, so no one would see her strip dance that was required whenever she wanted to undress.

And the strangely-timed raise she had gotten shortly after all of this had started had gotten her the extra funds to pay for a deep cleaning to her apartment when needed.

Rachael flitted her hand across the four enormous breasts hanging from her ribs, a last little tease as she started to come out of the afterglow. Sober Rachael certainly would never have asked for any of this on herself.

But she couldn't say that Drunk Rachael hadn't come up with some pretty fun ideas that Sober Rachael had certainly been benefiting from.

It was a routine she could live with.

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