Dear Diary: Marie's Hair (part 1)

Hey, I just had some spare time this morning. This is just a bit of text that's paralleling the latest strip, seen from Marie's point of view. I'm thinking from time to time, I might expand on some strips by turning them into "dear diary" erotica stories from a character's POV. Here's what one such story might look like (this is part 1 of more, if you guys like it).

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Dear Diary...

Marie

The very strangest thing happened this morning. And considering what has happened in the last few years, this is saying something.

Something blew up in the castle. I think it happened in Princess Heather's bedroom, but the princess has since disappeared, so we can't ask her. Carmella and I were walking in the corridor, carrying some food to my beloved Prince Albert. I remember Carmella—who liked to be called Karma back when she had spectacular boobs—was talking about her latest conquest. She was being very graphic about her sexual acrobatics and I was doing my best to tune her out.

The explosion occurred a little after breakfast. A bright light and a strong wind blew past us, with the sound of thunder covering our shrieks of surprise. We covered our faces during the few moments it lasted. When we opened our eyes again, we looked at each other in shock.

"Your hair!" Carmella shouted.

"Your boobs!" I exclaimed.

Her breasts had exploded from the small top that had contained them, dangling on her chest like heavy watermelons. My own breasts were unchanged—thank the Lord!—but my hair had grown to fabulous length. They cascaded down my front and back like rivers of auburn silk and pooled at my feet in thick coils that reached half my calves.

"Those are FANTASTIC!" Carmella said, hefting her heavy boobs with some effort. "I'm going to need a new outfit, though. No way they're going to fit in this one."

I had more immediate concerns.

"We have to check on the princess," I said in a hurry. "Make sure she's all right."

Carmella nodded and we rushed to her quarters, which were nearby. We rushed into her room. Her baby was there, alone on her bed.

"What happened here?" Carmella asked. "I don't see her."

"At least the baby is all right," I said.

Carmella headed for the baby, saying something about him probably being hungry. I followed her when I was overcome by an unexpected rush of heat from my groin. I winced and lost focus, almost bumping right into Carmella before stopping myself. The feeling grew out of my clitoris, and I mean that literally! In mere seconds, I felt my clitoris thicken and grow into some kind of long, gross sausage. Then, almost as suddenly, it grew thick and hard, like a man's erection, and sprung up to slap Carmella's crotch. Her skirt flipped up momentarily and she yelped in surprise.

"What. Is. That?" she exlaimed, glancing at me over her shoulder.

I was unable to respond and just moaned with desire. My girl-erection was pushing up against her pussy and all I could think of was burying it in there. I resisted the urge to push her face first on the bed, rip her thong off, and stuff my meat in her waiting sex. At least I tried to resist. Against my will, my hips slid back and forth, rubbing her pussy through her underwear.

"Is that what I think it is?" Carmella asked.

"It's so big and hard," I replied, not really answering her question.

My hips humped against her butt in slow, repeated motions, my erection still sliding horizontally between her thighs. I reached around with one hand and grabbed the tip. Lord that felt good! It was thick and rigid like any cock I've ever felt, and throbbing with desire. If I could just thrust it inside her, I'd come almost immediately for sure. I felt dizzy and feverish, and suddenly it didn't matter much to me what she wanted. Of course she'd want this big thing stuffed in her. I would want to if I saw it. I reached with my other hand and grabbed her humongous left tit.

"Hey, do you mind?" she protested. But I knew deep inside, she didn't mind.

That's when things got really weird. My hair kind of came alive.

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To be continued?