rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2493984Having a girl obliviously interact with my cum. Especially a shy pure prudish girl that would be really embarrassed about it. It would also involve other sources of cum. Like I would ship in huge amounts of animal cum and put it in her drinks. I work at the cafe she goes to everyday by herself. She's a rich girl and lives off cafe food that is all laced to the brim with cum just for her. Every day she reads and draws things on her tablet - a really introverted artsy person. She's doing a fine arts degree at some school near by.
One day I 'accidentally' spill a 'smoothie' all over her lap. Good thing it's white or it would have stained. Oh and damn, we just happen to be out of napkins. Damn management. She cleans it off the best she can, but she's pretty soaked.
I even follow her home, break in when the place is empty, diluting her shampoo, conditioner, soap, toothpaste, moisturisers, everything with 90% cum. Just enough real stuff to keep it hidden. I drug myself with hormones, steroids, etc. diet just to have a huge cum production - though naturally I'm already a genetic freak.
Before long she's acclimatised to the smell of cum. Though people start to notice a very obvious smell on her. She becomes known as the weird 'cum girl' - and because she's such a loner, the rumours become all sorts of wild and spread all around. I simply go further. Now that she is acclimatised, I step like a ninja around her in the hideaway corner of the cafe, distracting her, holding menus in just the right spot, so I can cum on her clothes and straight into her hair, into her bag, etc. She starts to notice sometimes, but doesn't think much of it - thinking she's just being clumsy spilling the food like she always does
One day I find out her housemate just so happens to be a friend of a friend. We party together, but 'cum girl' isn't at all interested in parties. The conversation eventually turns to the rumours. Her housemate doesn't know whether to confront her or not, but she says it's getting really noticeable. I defend her and joking say that she might even have to move out. Eventually we change the topic. The party winds up, but not before cum girl goes to the toilet. I slip into her room with a jar prepared earlier and pour it all over her bed and tuck the covers over. I pour it on her teddy, and some in her laundry basket.
A few days later, she has a friend and gives some of her food to her, to which her friend spits it out, saying it tastes disgusting. Cum girl takes another bite 'I dunno what you mean. . . it tastes fine?' In fact she can't get enough. Not only has she acclimatised to cum, she gradually and unwittingly developed an addiction. She scoffs up the special sauce and licks it off her fingers, not leaving a single drop.
All the while I've been chatting cordially to cum girl, building up a reserved but very regular relationship. Her friend texts me a few days later, saying that the cum stench is getting so bad, but she just can't bring herself to confront. She says she feels trapped in her lease. She can't bring herself to leave either. Perfect. I offer to swap leases with her and move in with cum girl.
Being the nice person I am, I make a special meal for my new house mate at the cafe. She's quite taken by this and seems to have a bit of a crush for me. The first item are 12 eclairs made with my very own precious goo. She tells me the eclair tastes great, and that all the food here has a special something about it. She closes the eclair box after eating 2, saying she's put on some weight lately, apologising, making it clear that it is because of that, not to insult my gift. But wait, that was just the appetiser. I've been letting my precious smegma build up for months just for this girl. A blue cheese salad can't have that many calories right? And when she gets up to go, I just couldn't resist letting out my naughty side too. I trip her, and she lands face first on-top of the eclair box, exploding it all over her face and down her top. I help her up like a gentleman of course, yet damn management still can't seem to order in the napkins.
She seems to have taken it in jest and playfully eats all the cum off her face.
I give her my hoodie to wear over her crusty blouse and walk her home just around the block. Everyone can smell it. Me, walking with the weird cum girl. Some ostracising looks. Even my colleges had subtly suggested not associating with her before we left. I apologize and kiss her on the hand making her blush.
A few days later I'm all moved in - and, since I cook for her in the day, we both agree I'd be the best cook at home too. I prepare her breakfast the night before also. Everything single thing she eats is now saturated with cum. I cum in her shoes. I replace all her hygiene products with pure pig cum. She's so far gone she doesn't even notice. Just a 2 room apartment. Me and her, spending every day and night together; sitting down for dinner and breakfast together - just like husband and wife. Of course feelings start to develop strong. It's inevitable.
I offer to wash her clothes, something she's used to growing up with a maid. They're washed in 100% pig cum of course. Hung out they dry crust, so I have to beat and roll them soft. But the hours of doing that are all worth it for my cum queen.
I cum on her tampons and pads -- a risky move but I don't care anymore. I'm falling head over heels for her too. But I still have more wicked thoughts. I put tranquillisers in her food, and after slapping to see she's out cold, I fill up the bath with gallons and gallons of pig cum. I undress her, admire her stunning natural beauty, and then carry her over to the bath and lower her in. I wash her soft naked body over, massaging the cum into her every pore. I let her sit and marinate in it for an hour or so, then pull her gooey body out, and put her to bed. Not to waste the cum bath, I bucket it out, and spread it all over her room.
I awaken to her groaning sounds of worry, and explain that she passed out last night "You looked really sick, oh. . You must have thrown up in your sleep. Don't feel embarrassed. I've done it before." She hops in the shower and washes herself off with some more cum.
I get a text a few hours before work ends "Can you come home early? I just need someone to talk to." She breaks down. The rumours and ostracising are getting bad. "Do I have something wrong with me? Is that why I was sick. I smell. . . But I can't notice it. It must be a disease. . or worse." "No, I think those girls are just being cruel to you." I comfort. "I can't smell anything. They're just making it up. They just don't like you because you're different. You're unique, special." I smile endearingly. "It doesn't matter what they say. They look at me mean too. But we have each other. And that's all that matters."
I lean in for the kiss, and before I know it we're 69ing. Her pussy reeks cum just as much as her mouth. She's eating so much it's permeated her whole body top to bottom. Her hungry mouth gobbles down my smeggy dick like a true cum addict, and sucks on my balls like a needy baby. As I suck on her clit sending her over the edge, I blow my circus sized load right down her throat, making her cough it up and out her nostrils. Yet rather than blow her nose, she snorts it up. My cum is so thick she has to chew to gulp the rest down.
She's a bit flustered so I wipe her face, massaging my cum down into her breasts. I motion to the bed, laying her down in the middle; kiss her on the forehead saying "I love you." All that's left is to spread her legs into mating press, and fuck her senseless into the night, pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy.