Chapter 1: Introduction
Midna stared at her long orange hair in the shattered mirror of the abandoned house, mouth agape in horror. She'd seen countless reflections of herself during her time in this strange planet Earth, but nothing could have prepared her for this sight. In her realm, people didn't wear these gaudy, restrictive things known as "clothes." Yet, naked as she was, her frame appeared to have undergone a bewildering transformation.
She pinched a pinchable mound of her belly and examined it with growing disgust, the two shadows she’d noticed around her waistline upon arrival significantly larger than before. As she poked and prodded, she realized: it wasn't just her belly.
Hips. Tits. Ass. They seemed to grow by the minute, enchantingly filling out her nonexistent clothing. This’d be comically preposterous if it weren't happening to her.
Casting another glance at her reflection, she noticed her thighs rubbing together, feeling heavier than ever. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe despite the frustration bubbling within her plumping body. As if by summoning the sensation with wild imaginings, her clit throbbed with warmth and intrigue. Heat flooded her labia, and her nipples hardened in finding solace on her rolling waves of soft flesh.
A cacophony of whispers startled her, a departure from the usual solitude she'd experienced in this derelict dwelling.
Jumping at the sudden intrusion, the jarring moans forced their way into her willing ears.
Midna's eyes widened at the scene before her: A group of men and women of all shapes and sizes, barely clad in lingerie and leather, lounged amongst the dilapidated furniture. They caressed each other with enthusiastic fervor, knee-deep in hedonistic pursuits under the flickering candlelight.
Gasps filled the ancient room, every sigh and moan mingling with the haunted night air.
Midna stared, eyes glued to the bizarrely captivating gathering. Mortification and arousal danced an unusual tango as she watched the mixed-weight orgy tpunress itself before her enchanted eyes.
She couldn't help herself. She leaned back, indulging in the carnal visual feast that entertained her and tickling her plump thighs.
The heat between her legs grew unbearable, her prominent, swollen clit begging for attention with an insistent pulse. It throbbed, alive, demanding Midna yield to its temptation.
Her cherries were tingling, craving to be plucked and devoured by an eager mouth. With a cheeky smile, she slid a hand between her plush thighs. Delicate fingers caressed her swollen, drenched folds, igniting a flurry of sparks that set her soul ablaze.
Midna tilted her head back, biting her lip, surrendering to the magnetic pull of her own body as gluttonous need overwhelmed her senses.
With a thrust of her hips, she impaled herself on her fingers. A guttural groan escaped from the guttural depths of her throat, echoing by the crumbling walls, forgotten in the moonlit woods.
Mesmerized, the onlookers watched her as she devoured herself, watching her delicate fingers seeking and finding a satisfying rhythm.