Proust Phenomenon and Dopamine 3
I wondered if I'd misheard. No way—a shell could learn the brain this quickly and express intent?
I gazed at her lips while thrusting my hips, but no more voice came.
"Did you just talk to me?" I whispered softly into Hamster's ear.
But she just shrugged her shoulders a bit, like her ear was itchy. No other reaction.
Until now, I'd never seen any shell express precise intent.
Misheard, huh?
Every deep thrust rubbed her small breasts against my chest. Her petite frame made our coupling even tighter.
Her toes were completely off the floor, fully taking me in.
Chiiik... As the Febreze scent spread, her insides grew even hotter. The contractions from deep within started finding a rhythm.
She lifted her hips in sync with my movements now. A desire for deeper, harder union...
I shook my hips, waiting for more lines from her, but no further talk came.
Still, each time I stimulated her newly awakened erogenous zones, the reactions varied. A nibble on her earlobe made her tighten briefly; lips on her nape slowly loosened her; a lick along her collarbone clenched her again.
Climax approached. Her small body began shaking violently.
Unfamiliar intense pleasure made her insides contract irregularly. Yet the desire to take me deeper persisted.
This was a woman's orgasm. Hard to believe she'd been a virgin an hour ago—this evolution was unreal.
Her back arched, her whole body trembling like an aspen. Hamster froze stiff around my insertion.
Her interior gripped me hard.
"Haa... haa... hauk... haa?"
Then a raw moan escaped her small lips, and her body slowly moved again.
I nipped her neck playfully before claiming her lips. Her hips twitched.
She spread her legs wider, taking me fully. The initial pain had turned to pure pleasure.
Her insides burned hot, vaginal walls pulsing rhythmically. Her hips jerked irregularly—a signal of another peak nearing.
Her little toes clawed the air; her body bowed like a bow. Deep contractions intensified.
Chiiik... With the final scent burst, her insides clamped explosively.
Her whole body convulsed in her second climax. Nails dug deep into my back, but even that pain turned to pleasure.
Dew beaded at her eyes. Not tears of pain, but crystals from extreme ecstasy.
Her pupils had changed completely. No longer vacant or mechanical—filled with deep desire.
"Fuck me harder..."
Hamster spoke. Perfect diction.
"Do you know who I am?"
She wasn't conversing. Just voicing her lust. Ignoring my question, repeating her craving.
"Pound my pussy till it rips."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I plunged to her depths, unleashing. As hot semen filled her, her body shuddered massively again.
A second peak hit her. Pink fluid trickled down her white thighs—mixed cum and juices, softer than her initial virgin blood.
Like proof of her change.
We stayed tangled, catching our breath. The floor was cold, but our body heat warmed the space.
Her slender frame still quivered faintly, aftershocks lingering.
Her body was utterly transformed. No longer passive, not pulling away—instead burrowing deeper, as if to hoard this warmth forever.
Sweat-matted hair veiled her face. I gently brushed it aside, revealing flushed cheeks.
Eyes still misty, but her lips curved in satisfied smile.
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"You... you talked earlier, right?" I tried Hamster again.
But she just grinned at me cheekily.
Redonning her crumpled uniform, her movements felt different. No longer mechanical—slow, savoring each motion, like she wanted to remember this moment.
She lifted her head from my chest, gazing at me. Those empty eyes now brimmed with warm emotion.
Suddenly, she grabbed my left hand, pressing it to her chest like she wanted me to hear her heartbeat. Rapid, pure, fluttering—like a girl in first love.
This world... is fucking paradise.
Then—
"Purrrr..."
A weird noise made me glance out the convenience store window. Through the thick fog, faint movement.
A limping figure approached—gait all fucked up. Twisting uniquely as it neared.
Bear doll monster?
It halted at the glass door. Not human—something else.
The fluorescent lights flickered. Each blink made my heart jolt.
"Purrrr. Purrrr. Purrrr."
First time hearing it. More vibration than sound—like thousands of pussies farting in unison.
It looked like some hellspawn motherfucker.
"What the shit. Upgraded lower-body monster?"
Dozens of tits and pussies sprouted irregularly on red flesh. Over exposed muscle and veins, B-to-F-cup boobs writhed; between them, pink slits farted "purrrr" in chorus.
Milk leaked from tits, sticky fluids from pussies.
Most grotesque: the symmetry. Like some asshole artist placed them aesthetically perfect.
Tits from torso to legs to ass, slits pulsing farts between.
Fuck... Titpussy Monster!!
Crude, but spot-on naming. Hell's No.1 freak.
If this was paradise, shit like that shouldn't exist.
"Purrrrrr."
But as the sound neared, my lower body heated. Asshole twitched involuntarily; cock hardened against my will.
...What the?
Not mere lust. Every hole in my body craved that monster.
More like all my bodily urges surging. Wanted to blast not just cum, but piss and shit all over it.
Fucking filthy defecation-inducer bitch!
"Purrrr. Purrrr. Purrrr."
Stop... you fucker...
Tits slapping the glass leaked milk; pussy farts fogged it up.
Hamster moved first. Or was moved.
Her black pupils rotated independently like a chameleon's, then twisted into a Joker smile—pure evil.
Lost in fucking her, I'd forgotten: she's a demon.
Joker-smiling Hamster shuffled toward the door like a sleepwalker.
Hamster, what's wrong?
Prrrt—blurp.Brrrrp.
Farting, she stepped out thud-thud.
I was holding mine in, but she couldn't. Juices—mixed with my cum—dripped down her crotch.
I grabbed her arm tight. Couldn't let her go out.
Chiiik... Febreze spray halted her.
Seemed Titpussy Monster controlled her, but Febreze blocked it.
Honestly, Hamster going out or not was none of my business. Virgin popped, creampied plenty—mission done.
NTR or spreading for others? Whatever. She's a demon; I experimented.
Still, didn't wanna watch her get wrecked right in front of me. Could picture the nasty fate.
I scooped her up lightly, shielding her eyes with my body.
"Purrrr. Purrrr. Pyurrrt purrrr."
Titpussy writhed, spraying milk everywhere.
Figured it was a mid-level demon manager.
Then—
BOOM! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Distant explosions and gunfire. Windows rattled—blast was huge.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
Gunfire fading.
What... survivors? Soldiers?
Fighting properly in zero-vis fog?
Meanwhile, Titpussy slithered off somewhere.
Once out of sight, my gut ache vanished clean. Boner deflated.
Survived...
Fucking pleasure-shitting demon bitch.
What monsters prowl this fog?
Chills.
Did hellgates open, spilling demons?
Pictured Doomguy soldiers battling hellspawn.
Gunfire grew distant, sporadic.
Hamster calmed post-monster. Bathroom urge? Back to toilet.
"Filthy demons come in all forms. Head ghosts were whatever, but..."
Gunfire pulled aggro from fog demons, probably.
Time to head home?
No need to bid farewell to shitting Hamster. Fucking demons after popping cherry? Dumbass move.
Thought of my cheating wife, betrayed post-fuck.
I'm changing now. Got a perfect fuck-den with Febreze.
Since demons hijack brains, apply neuroscience and psych...
Might be stronger than I think.
"Hamster, bro's out."
Yelled to her in the bathroom, stepped outside.
Gauged home direction before opening door.
Gun aggro cleared head ghosts, mannequins, bear dolls—no sign.
No rolling head sounds.
Then—
Squeak-squeak-squeak.
Rats? Never heard of rats in central Seoul.
"What..."
Rats scurried desperately below.
Rats? Animals—neutral.
Wait, centipedes and spiders too?
Hate those!
Centipedes, spiders, scorpions writhing on floor; some squished.
"Ugh... gross."
Bzzzzzwhirrr.
Flies too. Not fleas—huge iridescent turquoise blowflies buzzing.
Cockroach chitin crick-crick horror sounds.
Filthy insect parade in the fog.
Fuck. Demons, now bugs?
Sense of filth, bugs, terror churning behind gray veil.
Ah. Strong feeling...
Deep in that abyss, something untouchable coiled.
Something puppeteering Titpussy and head ghosts watching from depths.
Getting scared. Fear of the unseen.
I'm a fucking demon hunter...
Shoulders squared, fire orb in right hand—but wilted in gray fog.
Goosebumps quickened my steps.
Better avoid fog times.
But... someone tailing me?
You know—look back, nothing, but chills.
Checked multiple times—zilch.
They say look up then...
"!!!"
Sky empty.
Finally home, sighed in relief.
From 15th floor, fog still thick below, something stirring within.
Fog rose to two-story height, blanketing heavy.
Planned midnight snack and bed, but appetite gone—shower and crash.