Chapter 1

Holly Roddenberry never knew what possessed her to do it, but her life sure changed the day she ruined her mother’s brand new dyson v8 Animal vacuum. It came by UPS the day after her fourteenth birthday, hours after her mother left for work. Holly, good girl that she was, decided she would surprise her mother by giving it a test run while cleaning their condo. Her mother sure would get a big surprise that day!

The lovely and healthy girl was wearing her usual. A nice oversize man’s tee-shirt to accommodate her stupid boobies. The annoying things just seemed to keep growing! She was a DDD already, and her bras were already starting to get tight again! She wasn’t just the biggest in her class! Her tits were the biggest in school. That even included Miss Utterly, her biology teacher. The boys all called her ‘Utterly Udders’ behind her back.

Holly used to think the beautiful full figured woman’s bosom was huge, but now hers was just as big. If not bigger! She had a growing fear that her breasts would soon be the biggest in town! Thank God she was so tall. If she was only an adorable five foot nothing, like mom, she’d look ridiculous!

At six foot six, the embarrassed redhead was often mistaken for nineteen, even older. Once, as an experiment, she walked into a liquor store and bought a a bottle of wine. The guy behind the counter never batted and eye. Granted, his eyes never left her chest, but he never batted them! Sneaking the bottle home, she drank the whole thing while watching anime. The wine made the comic anime seem so much funnier! Everything was fine, until she stood up to go to the bathroom.

Holly got on her feet and nearly fell. The room was whirling around her. It was so hard to walk in a straight line. Dizzy, she somehow managed to stagger into the bathroom. Once there, her glazed eyes opened wide in terrible anticipation. She didn’t have to pee just yet. It was something much more unpleasant she suddenly needed to do!

Holly immediately dropped to her knees. Gripping the toilet rim with both hands as if her life depended on it, she whooped up everything in her poor unsettled tummy. There were only two saving graces during that long horrible night. Firstly, mom was working late at the ER. The second one was somewhat more important to the moment for the woeful girl as she paid tribute to the porcelain gods. Her long shining red hair was still tied up in the elaborate bun of her ‘grown-up’ disguise, and never entered the bowl she was urgently hugging.

The next morning her head pounded in the worst headache she ever had! Her tongue felt like it was coated with cat abused sand. Holly vowed never to drink again. It was so hard to pretend nothing was wrong when mom cooked breakfast for her. Holly managed to eat, even though all she wanted that morning was to curl up and die!

Yes, Holly was a tall girl with curves in all the right places. Boys, men, and some appreciative open minded women, stared at her everywhere she went. It was all just so embarrassing!

Embarrassment wasn’t the worst part. Holly was forced to wear the loosest roomiest sweatpants she could get her hands on! She avoided even the slightest hint of snugness. The teen wasn’t afraid of Camel-toes, oh no! She had a much worse problem to deal with.

Holly was scared to even tell her mother about her humiliating secret. Recently, as her boobs got annoying huge, much to her male classmate’s delight, something else happened. Her clitoris started to grow too!

It looked almost like like a little dick head at the top of her pussy. Holly had a computer, she knew what THEY looked like! Her bulging pink nub looked just like a mini-glans. It just lacked a pee hole! Before long, the little thing got a little bigger. Soon it began protruded farther and farther from her body. It was almost like she was growing a shaft. It was humiliating!

For the most part, Holly just ignored it. She found that she could tuck the weird little finger of flesh into her pussy and her panties would hold it in place. That only worked for a couple of weeks.

Suddenly, totally at random times, her clit would engorge. She got annoying tiny ittle erections at all times of the day! When it happened, she couldn’t ‘Tuck-and-Hide’, as she thought of it. The stupid thing pointed out stiffly from her body. The weird little organ was almost the exact length and thickness of her pinkie, capped by a head the size of an olive!

Holly told herself these rigid interludes were random, but they weren’t. Watching breasts, um, girls go by in the halls at school, seeing their pert butts sway, hearing the sound of one of her girlfriends giggling, the scent of a girl sweaty from gym class, or even the sight of lovely long hair cascading down a classmate’s back, were enough to make her clitoris stand up and take notice! Holly tried to fight it, but she was suddenly noticing girls the way boys do!

Holly didn’t think she was a lesbian like her mom. She still liked boys ... A lot. That just brought on another problem. Seeing a cute boy never made her clitoris stand up. Well, almost never. Some boys had the sexiest butts! Her clitoris seemed to like that! If she thought too much about boys and the wonderful things hidden in their pants, her pussy got so wet that slippery juice would run down her inner thighs!

It wasn’t just the strange appearance she tried to hide with loose garments. When her clit got pointy, it became super sensitive! The snugness of her panties would start her panting after taking just a few steps! Holly couldn’t wear anything constricting, or she would collapse in an intense orgasm before she could cross a room! Even now that she regularly went ‘commando’ under her baggy sweatpants, it felt dangerously good. No matter what she did, the fabric brushing against her oversize nub when it woke up drove her crazy! If she didn’t stop and ‘rest’ often while hurrying to hide, she would practically spontaneously explode into orgasm-city!

Holly had mapped out hiding places all over the school. She would slip away, four, five, ten times a day, to take care of the maddening tensions any sort of friction against her stiffened clit caused.

Out of sight of her classmates, she’d shove both hands down the front of her pants. Holly would gently grasp the digit like clit between the tips of the thumb and index finger of her right hand. Her left would hold a wash cloth or wad of paper towels over her pussy. That was a drippy necessity!

She would start slow, trying to be quiet and discrete as she gently stroked the weird little organ. That never lasted. The pleasure always became too great! Before long, her hand would be going a mile a minute as she frantically ‘jerked’ her clit with finger and thumb, like a boy would do with his fist around his dick!

The feelings were so intense! Her orgasms were much more powerful than they used to be from humping a pillow or touching her pussy in the good old days. Things were so much easier when she was just a C cup and had a normal little clitty. The good old days she longed for were only last month!

Holly always ended up panting like a little bitch-dog in heat, and fluid would continuously seep out of her pussy to soak whatever padding she held against it to stem the flow. The slippery juice was just the thing to lubricate her tiny little clit-shaft. The tips of her gently squeezing fingers glided so effortlessly and fast up and down the silky smooth slender two and a half inch organ.

Her orgasm would hit in repeated lightning bolt strikes that threatened to drive her mind right out of her brain and up into heaven! Her wildly stroking fingertips could keep the climactic chain going until her legs grew too wobbly to stand any more and it felt like she would pass out! Her body would begin to shake and her pussy would actually start to squirt! It seemed like no amount of toweling was enough to contain the mysterious clear juice!

Holly always kept spare pairs of sweatpants in her backpack so she could swap out when needed. Sometimes she dropped the towels or whatever she was using down her pant-leg and stuffed a couple fingers up her soaked tightness during the explosive convulsions of her orgasm.

Her copiously squirting pussy juice made it look like she had peed all down herself whenever that happened, and it was happening more and more often! She knew she should just pull the pants down and ‘do it’ while sitting in the girl’s bathroom. That was out of the question though! Holly was scared to death someone would stand on a neighboring toilet and peek over the stall and see her giant clit!

Now we circle back to the day the nice new clean and never used vacuum arrived. Holly began to carefully unbox it. It was purple, she liked that. She laid out all the parts and accessories carefully on the kitchen table.

“Five hours?” She said, slightly put off. “I wanted to get started right now. They could have shipped it fully charged like my phone’s ‘Power Bank’ was!”

Oh well. It was still early. The battery should be charged by three. That would give her a couple of hours to vacuum the condo. She would still get it done long before mom got home by five.

Holly puttered around the condo doing this and that. She got a wonderful sense of freedom when she was home alone. Keeping just her bra and tee-shit on, she removed the sweatpants and spent her afternoon comfortably bottomless. Whenever she sat down, she did place a towel first. Her pussy had a mind of it’s own. If she thought about boys, the wetness would flow!

She kept checking the dyson though. The light kept on blinking, signifying that charging was still in progress. If the vacuum had shipped charged, things may have turned out entirely different. The long wait gave Holly time to think.

She knew she wasn’t alone with her ‘condition’. She had seen some videos and photographs online. The other day she saw a video that just wouldn’t leave her mind. A woman with a clitoris not even half as big as hers, had done something really strange. She had masturbated with a little transparent plastic tube, with a big rubber bulb on the end, like a turkey baster.

It was almost hypnotic to see the clit stretch up the tube from the suction. The woman gasped and moaned every time she swelled up the tube. It looked like it felt fantastic to her! Sitting with a folded beach towel on her computer chair, Holly had taken her clit between finger and thumb. She brought herself to a howling orgasm while watching a ‘Sister of the Clit’ masturbate!

Suction ... Suction? Suction! Holly’s eyes opened wide. In a couple more hours she would have suction to spare! She ran to investigate the main wand of the dyson Animal. Well, that was disappointing. The end of the tube was too irregular inside. It might hurt against her mons!

Holly was a clever girl. She had time to ponder the problem. While she thought, her clitoris engorged. She was very careful not to touch or bump it. She needed to think. There was no time to masturbate now, when she was trying to invent a new kind of masturbation toy! She didn’t know that her aroused condition was altering her thought patterns in unusual ways. She never once considered the foolhardy and possibly quite dangerous nature of what she was contemplating!

In the end, it was quite simple. In the ‘junk’ drawer, she found an old mouse-pad she and mom used to open tightly sealed jars. Perfect. It would make a great skin/machine interface!

She very carefully used an Exacto-knife to cut a little circular hole at one end of the mouse-pad. She needed the bulk of the pad to cover her pussy and extend past her labia and even out to her ‘taint’. It was easy. She just traced the sharp knife around a dime. It was almost the exact width of her skinny clit-shaft. She tried it on for size. It was a good snug fit. Oh boy, it felt good!

She ran back to the kitchen for a drink of water. She drank a lot. For some reason she got very thirsty when her body decided she needed to masturbate soon. After playing with herself until she was nearly exhausted, she always felt weirdly bloated and spent the rest of the day peeing like crazy until the bloated feeling went away. Holly always drank the water despite the discomfort. Her body seemed to crave it! After drinking nearly a gallon, she noticed the light had stopped blinking. Full charge, in just over four hours! She drank some more water in celebration.

“Seal, seal. I need a good seal.”

Holly ran around the condo looking for something she could use to make her system as air tight as possible against her skin. She went in her mother’s room to continue the search. She felt delightfully naughty. Going in her mother’s room while the woman wasn’t home was something she never did before.

“Mom!” She squealed in laughter when she opened the drawer of her mother’s night stand. “You sexy little pervert!”

It contained several items. A wand with a vibrating rubber knob at one end, a clear glass sort of turnip shaped thing she suspected was a butt plug, and a nice big jar of Vaseline that seemed to confirm her suspicions about the turnip, a couple pairs of hand cuffs, a few lengths of silken cord, and some very intriguing soft makeup brushes and feathers. Mom and her longtime girlfriend, head ER nurse Jody McGuire, must have hours of fun with those when they had their secret sleepovers she wasn’t supposed to know about.

She wondered just who got hand cuffed to the bed. The gorgeous muscular body-builder with the lovely mahogany skin and really cool Afro, or the tiny, almost elfin redhead with skin as pale as milk. Holly thought they looked so lovely together with their contrasting skin tones and body types. She wished they would get married. She wanted to be the tallest flower-girl on record!

Mom honestly thought that she still believed Jody left after she went to bed, and came back for breakfast the next morning before she woke up. Mom was so cute sometimes! As if she could ever think anything wrong of her mother being a lesbian with an active and happy sex life! Holly had known the truth since she was ten and still a perfectly normal little girl.

Holly once walked in on Jody in the bathroom at four in the morning when the woman forgot to lock the door. Holly remembered how she giggled when seeing the beautiful naked lady sitting on the toilet and reading the newspaper! That was embarrassing for both woman and child. They both agreed to never tell mom about the late night meeting since she was still a little nervous about ‘coming out’ to her daughter.

Not for the first time, Holly wondered about her own conception. Was it done in a clinical setting? Or did Jody herself squirt a syringe full of the donor sperm up into mom right there in the bedroom? It didn’t matter to her, but Holly hoped it was the bedroom for her mother’s sake. It was far more romantic that way!

Maybe another time she would borrow the vibrator. It sort of scared her though. Her super-sized clit was so hyper sensitive. A vibrator might make her literally go insane with pleasure! She took the jar and headed back to the kitchen.

Holly gathered her supplies. Mouse-pad with clitty hole, check! Vaseline to calk the mouse-pad to attempt to make it air tight against her pussy and surrounding flesh, Check! Plenty of medical tape to secure the mouse-pad over her pussy, Check!

For once, Holly was glad of her totally hair free pubic area. With her stupid overabundance of breasts and clitoris, she never grew one single hair follicle other than on her scalp, eyebrows, and eyelashes. It was convenient, but it made her feel weird to never need to shave her legs or pits like other girls. The skin of her entire body was as smooth and hairless as a baby’s. Well, it was a good thing now!