So my friend Fragile at FA spotted this gem a little back on the web. No idea who wrote it -_- but the story is certainly lengthy and vast and follows the character off Blasie’s character, Temp girl into a fully fleshed out character. Always a joy to have content to show off on the subject, just wish I knew wrote it… ‘https://docs.google.com/document/d/…..a_wRCbbv8/edit‘
My name is Theresa Gaynes, and I have just undergone the most extraordinary experience of my life. I hate my name, though, so you can call me T.G. – all my friends do. It’s a joke, really, given my chosen line of work – I am a professional temp. The work is surprisingly steady, the pay is shockingly decent, and it satisfies my wanderlust. Before I fell into “perma-temping” I bounced around a lot. The crappy economy didn’t give me many options, and I applied to a temp agency in a fit of desperation. I started working a few weeks after that, and just haven’t stopped. My friends are amazed at how steady my work has been, and regard it as my superpower. They call me “Temp Girl”, or T.G. for short. Like I said, it’s a joke, and it’s better than my real name.
Day 1
My story begins one cold autumn night, when I was lying asleep in my bed. I don’t honestly know what triggered it. I’d had a bad migraine that day, and soothed my pounding head with lots of yummy tea and way too much Internet. I got sucked into TV Tropes, and wound up losing a good four hours – I looked up and the sun had gone down. Downing another handful of acetaminophen, I went to sleep. It wasn’t very restful – lots of weird dreams. The weirdest, though, was what started my journey. A gray landscape stretched all around me, being both a desert wasteland and a city in the strange simultaneity of dreams. Streetlights flickered in the gloom, and strange noises echoed weirdly in the distance.
I stood beneath the only stable streetlamp, trying to pierce the haze that surrounded me. I wore my favorite sweater and a short-ish skirt. From the shadows burst a figure that vaguely resembled Sailor Moon, but her face was wrong. Blank, like it didn’t have eyes, or maybe they were hidden? Her trademark sailor uniform clung to her body like tight silk, her curves enhanced and warped to be some sex-crazed otaku’s wet dream. Between her legs, though, something throbbed.
At first I thought she was a dickgirl – I’m no stranger to that sort of thing. But the harder I looked (and for some reason I could not look away) the more I realized that the sphere of warm, pulsating flesh between her girlishly slender thighs was not a scrotum. No, it was her pussy. It was huge, about the size of a soccer ball. It was covered in a light tracing of veins, and clear ropes of feminine juices clung to and stretched between the slightly parted, flushed lips.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything the strange vision shouted something in Japanese. Maybe it was in English, but with a heavy Japanese accent? Discerning it was impossible. Her wand flashed like lightning, and an arc of energy jerked from it to my body. I put my arms up reflexively, attempting to shield myself, but I felt it connect. It didn’t hit my torso or my head, though. It latched onto my body… onto my vagina.
My skirt flipped up due to the force of the crackling blue energy, and I realized that my dream-self forgot to wear panties. That thought fell to the wayside, however, due to the tummy-melting orgasm that tore through me a heartbeat later. I felt blood rushing to my sex as I screamed, my eyes rolling back into my head. I tried to reach my pussy, to protect it or to stimulate it – I’m not sure – but my body wouldn’t respond.
For a long minute I stood there; my back arching, my toes curling and my lungs heaving as I came again and again. At last the energy dissipated, and I fell. But nothing caught my fall – the ground ceased to be as soon as the beam winked out, and I cried out as grey clouds rushed past me. I fell and fell, screaming, my sex thick between my legs, throbbing.
I bolted awake, sweaty and tangled in my sheets, as I fell off of my bed. All that thrashing made me push myself off of the bed, and I landed with a loud thud. My cat was howling and my alarm blaring as I tried to unwrap myself. Continue reading
