D-98: So There's No Way I'd Feel It There, Right?♡

···Haaaaaaaahm.

My body feels stiff. I'm so fucking tired. Did I wake up early again today?

I want to sleep more. The birds are chirping, and it's bright outside the window, so I can roughly tell what time it is.

Still, my head hurts a bit and my mind is foggy since I just woke up.

And for some reason, my body feels... awake. What the hell? Didn't I fall asleep lying down?

···There's something behind me. It feels like I'm leaning against it. A pillow? No, it doesn't feel like one. It's a bit too firm for a pillow.

But at the same time, there are some softer parts too.

It feels strangely perfect to lean on. It's warm, and the coziness feels nice.

Whatever it is, I kind of want to keep using it. With that thought, I shift my body and press closer.

Hoooooo. So comfortable. So good. Maybe I should just fall back asleep like this. But I feel something against my stomach too.

Whatever. Doesn't matter. I close my eyes again, letting my exhausted body rest against whatever's behind me, trying to drift off, when—

"Are you awake now?"

The voice comes from right beside me. Even though I was on the verge of sleep, I answer in that drowsy, half-asleep state.

"Yeah... I'm up..."

Wait. Huh? What the fuck is this guy doing? Who is this?

My eyes snap wide open in shock as I look up at him. My mind clears instantly.

So what I'd been using as a pillow this whole time was... Oh. Right. It was this bastard. Fuck.

My thoughts finally start to organize. The events from two days ago flood back into my head.

All the shit that happened over those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠two days. I spend a few minutes sorting through it all in my current position.

Yeah, that's right. Yesterday was the first day.

I got put through a ton of crap. Haa. But getting my thoughts in order is good, I guess. Still...

···Why is this guy here? And why am I calmly nestled against him?

"Fuck── Hey, g-get off me?! What the hell are you doing first thing in the morning..."

"Hmm, now that I see it, you're pretty weak in the mornings. Only realizing the situation now?"

I thrash and squirm, but of course I can't break free.

I just end up painfully aware of the difference in our strength.

When I look up, all I see is that disgusting smirk on his face. Shit, I don't want to see that.

I quickly lower my head, trying to erase that smiling gaze from my sight.

Even so, I somehow end up leaning against him. This bastard. He's big, and his body heat is just right.

I have to admit, his body is pretty good for hugging or leaning on.

Press. Squeeze. ···Now that my senses are waking up, I start to feel the pressure against my lower belly.

Round and round. His fingers swirl, pressing right on the spot over my womb—squeeze, squuuueeeze. That stimulation.

My body trembles slightly, but there's no real sensation that makes me think, what the hell is this?

I just wonder what he's doing. Oh. This. After years of being a chronic masturbator, I catch on immediately. This.

It's a forchio.

"···Is this it?"

"Yes. Looks like you've noticed. You wrote about something similar before, didn't you?"

Fuck. I told him not to look at me like that.

But I do remember. Honestly, it was a fantasy of mine.

I was curious if it could actually stimulate someone. I wanted to see what a woman looked like when she was driven to orgasm by that strange stimulation.

Even if right now, it's not someone else—it's me who's on the receiving end.

But for now... there's no stimulation at all. Did I really say I wanted to do this to someone?

If I had, it would've completely ruined the mood. There's seriously zero feeling.

Press. Squish. They call it the "womb cover fat" or whatever, but even though he's pressing there repeatedly, there's barely any stimulation.

It actually feels more like a massage. Kinda relaxing, even.

Is this the punishment? It's way too different from yesterday. I'd be fine with just getting this kind of thing.

"How long are you going to keep doing this?"

"Who knows."

"What do you mean, who knows? Tell me properly."

But he just shuts his mouth. I sneak a glance upward and see nothing but that persistent smile. No intention of answering.

Haa. What the hell? How long is he planning to do this? It's getting kind of boring... I yawn.

A few more minutes pass like that. Press. Press. Press. Swiiiirl. His fingers move busily.

Despite that, I don't feel any particular stimulation. Might as well keep going then.

It pisses me off a bit, but I should just go back to sleep. There's no stimulation and no feeling at all.

With that thought, I look around his room again. It's called resocialization, but the room is still a total mess.

He seems to have cleaned up the sofa he slept on, but the rest of the room looks untouched.

Is he going to make me do it? That's probably part of the resocialization. Ha. Whatever, I don't care. I'm seriously tired now.

I stop looking around and squeeze my eyes shut. I'm sleepy, so I might as well sleep more.

He doesn't say anything even when he sees me like this... Guess I'm not getting scolded. Unexpected, but lucky.

With my eyes tightly closed, I try to fall back asleep when—

"Nngh, heh♡"

──Huh? Wait. What was that? Did that sound just come from my mouth?

Did I mishear? My eyes fly open. What the hell was that? Some weird stimulation hit me.

I unconsciously let out that sound.

Something rose up from inside me. That. Squeeze, press... The stimulation starting from my lower belly... Huh?

"Heh, heuuk··· uht, hu, huuu♡"

N-no way. For real? Just a moment ago there was zero stimulation, but now with each press against my belly—squeeze, press—the strange sensation is there.

I feel something. A pleasure I can't even describe in words. A subtle, creeping pleasure and stimulation washes over me.

Press. Sw-swiiiirl♡ Sw-swirling. The pleasure is getting stronger··· now.

It feels like something deep inside is resonating. That strange stimulation pressing against the inside of my belly.

I can somehow endure the pressing, but that last part—that swirling—it's a bit too strong, and moans keep slipping out.

I can't even hold back my hot breaths; they keep leaking out.

With my face flushed bright red, I look up at him. This is a sensation I've never felt before.

Something I've never experienced. Not when I was a man, and not in the mere two days I've been a woman.

"W-wait, stop, stooop— just a second."

I speak urgently. But his expression doesn't change at all. He just smiles and continues the same stimulation on my belly.

Like no matter what I say, he won't stop.

No, when is he going to stop? It's already been thirty minutes. He can stop now...

W-wait. It's coming again. When did it start? Just when I think the stimulation is stopping, his hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pauses.

On purpose? He stopped on purpose to create a gap—u, uhik♡ He definitely did it on purpose. You son of a bitch.

He's applying the stimulation at regular intervals. This bastard.

Exactly—squeeze, press, press—after three presses, it comes.

That swiiiirl♡ swirling stimulation. When he just presses, the pleasure is barely tolerable. Not that strong.

B-but. No. After the final hard press that squishes the flesh—

I feel his finger starting to move in a circle, following the soft, plump cover over my womb.

Fuck, don't. Don't do it. Just a second—

"—U, unghk♡?! Heh, heeeek. S-stop, that's enough, stop it."

"No."

Swiiiirl. The moment my insides twist, an obscene moan bursts out, and I suck in a huge, hot breath.

The pleasure that just hit was bigger than I expected. This is... weird. Seriously, I've never experienced anything like this.

But this unknown pleasure keeps crashing over my entire body, and it's driving me insane.

I grit my teeth so hard they might bleed and tell him to stop.

The answer that comes back is a firm refusal. Along with that smile, like he's just enjoying my state.

Like my pathetic appearance is simply delightful. I can't escape, and with my body trapped in his arms, I can't even resist. Dammit.

···You know the scariest thing about people is the unknown, right?

It's funny to quote that here, but I know nothing about this kind of pleasure. That's why it's terrifying.

He's not even touching me directly. He's just pressing down on my belly fat like this... and it feels good?

They say my womb is here? And that it's really giving me pleasure?

When he lifts his hand for a moment, I press down once myself. My body twitches.

There's... something there. I can somehow feel it now. Something that wasn't there when I was a man.

···No. That's bullshit. All bullshit. It only feels that way because I'm conscious of it. If I stop thinking about it, this kind of—

"Hu, guh···♡ Huuu, hu······"

Squeeze. Without giving me time to rest, his fingers press down again at that same steady rhythm.

I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold back the moans that want to escape.

Squish. It presses again. Ha, I can endure this much. But a few seconds later, another squeeze—♡ is coming.

Here it comes. His finger presses down firmly again.

Fuck. Ha, it's getting stronger. Earlier I couldn't even tell if it was strong or weak.

Now I'm painfully aware of it. ···But I can still hold on. However.

T-this is definitely... If it goes like this, the third one will be the strongest.

──SqueeeEEEeeze, press. SquuuueeeEEEEEZE♡♡

"──O, hik♡ ··· Ha, ah, nngh, heee. Hu, ik. Het, uht♡"

The soft flesh is pressed down. Along with whatever's inside. Squeeze.

Intense pleasure rushes in again. Along with the stimulation spreading through my whole body. My body trembles uncontrollably.

Heat rises within me. The way he gradually increases the intensity while touching me is so fucking malicious.

I barely catch my breath until the stimulation subsides. Taking deep breaths, trying to calm my increasingly ragged breathing and stop my trembling body.

And that bastard just watches me with an amused look.

"But as expected. This seems to be your favorite, huh?"

He deliberately makes a swirling motion with his finger in the air.

Seeing that fills me with humiliation, but I end ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up begging anyway. Pride be damned...

My heart-shaped pupils are already fully formed, and even while clearly feeling it, I look straight at him.

Looking up at him with the fear that if this continues, I might not be able to go back.

"J-just a moment. Let me rest a little, please. Don't do that. That swirling thing...

Ha, don't do it. I was wrong, I did wrong... That's the end, right? So stop now."

My belly throbs—thump, thump, thump... It feels like it's ringing out intensely. Filled with heat, it's become so sensitive it feels like it's hurting.

It's exactly like the sensation of a fever in my head, only it's happening in my belly.

I don't even have to experience it to know. If that swirling comes again... I don't know what will happen to me.

I don't fully understand it, but I have this terrifying premonition.

He pauses his finger for a moment and taps, taps. Hu, huuu. He lightly pats my belly in an annoying way before—

Finally, he opens his mouth... Is he really going to stop? I didn't think it would work. I might actually get a break.

"The end comes when you reach orgasm."

···What?

Before I can even process it properly. Swi, swiiiiiiirl♡

This time, after pressing deep into the flesh, his finger begins to swirl.

Ah, wait, it's co— The stimulation. Intense stimulation. My womb deep inside my belly feels like it's ringing. Like it's being directly massaged—it's driving me crazy...

The womb that didn't even exist before. The pleasure that's engraving its existence into me.

It's coming, it's co—♡ Before that stimulation can even fully reach my brain.

"U, unghp♡?! U, uhep, uht, uk, uht──♡"

Squiiiish······ Even my mouth is forced into the same shape.

Ah, this. It's seriously going to drive me insane. My brain is melting, uht♡ It still won't stop.

The feeling that the flesh over my womb is swelling up is clearly registering in my belly.

The sense that if he touches me more, something will go wrong—it's hitting me hard──

He won't finish it. He won't let me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finish. It's like he's trying to shut down even my thoughts.

The suffocating kiss from yesterday is being recreated.

In that state, again—squeeze, squuuueeeze♡ The first one. Even this pleasure is strong. Then the second...

I'm going to die, or rather, at least give me some air. I think, while—

My tongue flops... I press my mouth against his like I'm begging for breath, but unlike yesterday when he at least gave me some air, he doesn't give me any now.

Complete suffocation. He's trying to kill me. This is definitely going to kill me.

Ah, the third one. That swi, swiiiiiiirl. I'm going to cum. No.

Wait, something's coming. This is, ah—♡

If he does more, more than this♡ It's coming, it's co—♡ Uhit, uhu, ut♡

"···Uht♡ O, uk♡ Ohuuuuuuuuk♡ Uhi, uhiiiiik. Ut, hiuuuuuk♡♡"

Swiiiiiiirl♡ Spuuuurt─── Splurt, byuuut, pshuuuuuu···♡

Vulgar sounds echo from both above and below me at the same time.

Did I just cum? I came. As a woman, for the first time.

This is the first time I've cum this intensely. My first, magnificent orgasm.

And I was made to cum by a forchio. Seriously. Ah. This is the worst.

That thought flashes through my mind for a second before the afterglow completely wrecks my head.

I can't think of anything... I can't do anything. Is this what it feels like for your mind to go blank?

My heart-shaped pupils have completely taken over. My disheveled hair. My pathetic state.

My head is hot. My body is hot. It feels like my entire body is filled with heat.

Just when I think I might actually die, right before my consciousness completely cuts off—

"···Puhhaa. Good work."

"Pu, puhaat─ Hek, heeeeek, hek, het···♡ Ut, hek, hek, heu, hut."

His mouth pulls away. The hand that was on my belly finally lets go. I feel like I might live— No.

Even though air is coming in, I still feel like I'm going to die.

My head is burning. I can't think about anything.

I try to calm down by taking huge breaths. How many minutes have passed? After I barely regain some sanity, one thought surfaces.

The single impression that finally forms.

···My lower half is insanely wet— fuck···♡