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Lina Clayton
Hi all! I hope you're all doing well

      My output has been sporadic to say the least, I've been mentally checked out this winter, in an endless loop of gloominess and stagnation these past few months. Maybe it's the warmer weather, or the need to be creative again, but I've been recently looking forward to increasing my level of output. Hopes and dreams, so far, but here's hoping! ;

I've been working on this story for a while, (like a long while) and figured it was time. I've been certainly falling into the "I'll just put this into 'parts' trap, but I look to remedy that soon. It's so easy for me to say, "this is way too long, let me cut it up." and never finish it, I'm sure we've all had those stories that never had a follow up. Frustrating! I'm trying not to do that, but I also fall prey into the second quagmire, expanding on stories endlessly to where they get so complicated, I feel I need to cut them up in order to keep fresh and interesting things abound. I promise, this has more to it than just, "I can't finish it so here you go." 

   Just felt that needed to be said! 

   The Chest is about Mandy, who gets the news her estranged grandfather has passed away, leaving her nothing but a small, non-descript chest. A note inside details a very strange set of rules of which she dismisses as the leavings of the insane. But almost immediately, Mandy begins experiencing the changes of which were written down, and it becomes quite a handful.

Link: The Chest pt.1


Here's an excerpt! Apologies for the formatting here on the board, it is what it is!

“Baby steps.” They kissed on the lips for a moment. She was doing all she could not to escalate any face-to-face contact, so she went for it. Her hand found his crotch and she felt around. She felt the contours  of his member, it seemed on the small side, but size was not her concern. She was surprised to find he was already rock solid. She remembered again it was his first, so of course he was.
       “Oh god, nobody’s ever-”
        “I know. Don’t go blowing it now.”
       “Okay.” His voice shook..

   She ran her fingers down his chest as he let out a staggered breath. She proceeded in taking her sweater dress off. She got it up over her head and placed it on the nightstand, just in her underwear now, which was brand new, fit her figure perfectly now and showed her off. She stood there, a bit cold now, self conscious. She hadn’t seen herself so naked before this far along. He stood there in awe.

     “Whoa.” He immediately walked over and put his hands on her chest. She’d grown a bit which she had anticipated from previous experience. They were quite the site in her bra. He couldn’t even form full sentences.
      “Like those?” She smirked, looking up at him as he ogled over them.
     “Mhm.” Was all he could let out. He used only his hands, playing with them in their constraints.
    She let this go on for a while, letting out a false sigh here and there as if she was enjoying him squishing her chest about like a toy. She decided to speed things up a bit. She placed a hand on his cock, which apparently, he wasn’t expecting.

    “Oh, Oh GOD!” He stepped back, releasing. He stood there with his arms up in awe as he began spurting. Shooting his load. He instinctively began jerking himself off through the remainder, squeezing every last bit out, his mouth agape as he experienced what Mandy assumed was probably the best orgasm he’d ever had. The creepy part was he was staring at her as he blew. He was so entranced his world narrowed and for a moment couldn’t do anything but stand there and masturbate as he came on the floor. 

          Mandy, in the meantime, stood disappointed. She looked at the time on his nightstand. She’d have to hurry back. She began putting her dress back on as he came to. Collapsing back onto the bed, huffing and puffing.

     “Holy shit.” He said, sitting up. He saw her prettying herself back up as she quickly fit her dress back on. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Going home.”
    “Wait what? Why?”
   “It’s ov-” She paused, thinking about her exit strategy. “It’ll take forever for you to get hard again, I’m going to go and grab a bottle. I’ll be back in twenty.”
 “Okay, you sure?” He looked up at her, confused.
      “Mhm! I’ll be right back!”

   But she wouldn’t. She stepped out and rushed down the stairs and out. She hopped in her car and called Kenneth, not Ken, Kenneth, as he preferred. Good grief. By a stroke of luck he picked up.

    Hello?”
    “Hi! Kenneth? I was just calling as I’m gonna be a bit late.”
    Oh that’s alright. I’m just cleaning up around here.”
     “Perfect! I’ll be over in twenty or so.”
    “Sounds good.”

     She tore off down the road and put his address in her phone. As she incessantly checked how close she was on the screen, pleasantly surprised she might be on time after all, a police cruiser flashed their lights behind her.

“Shit.”
She pulled over, and so did the cruiser.
“Fuck, you gotta be kidding me.” 

She cut the engine and sat there, her leg shaking in impatience. The officer took their sweet time in their car. Mandy rubbed her stomach, which had grown a bit larger since she’d left. 
“Oh fuck, come on.” It was good she’d mentioned she’d be late after all.
Mandy began to notice her bra was unbearably tight now. It was the longest she had gone without sex, and her body wasn’t having it. The officer finally approached. Mandy exposed her belly as best she could, using it to her advantage, she had to nail this.

“Evening, know why I pulled you over?” The officer asked, quite sternly.
Mandy put on the best act she could, wincing her face.
“I’m sorry officer, I just really have to get to a bathroom.”
The officer flashed his light inside the car. Mandy squinted as he peered down at her stomach, which was quite prominent now. Her cleavage was near bursting out the top of her dress as well, which her seatbelt promptly made worse. 

He cleared his throat. “Oh! I see.” He paused again, looking back at his cruiser.
“I’m really sorry, I feel like I’m going to burst!” Mandy winced out, bouncing her leg slightly in her seat. Her chest bobbed as well. 
“Well, I usually don’t let these things slide, but I’ll let you go, just be more careful next time, okay?” 
“Yes! Thank you!” She rolled her window up and took off, slowly this time. 
Mandy waited for the cruiser to lose her line of sight and she stepped on it again. 
This destination was a house this time, an actual house instead of three flights up to a studio. Thank god. 
She was surprised he owned his own house. She stepped out and walked up the way. The grass looked dead. It was November, snow would be falling soon. She knocked on the door as there was no bell. She hoped he’d look better than Colby at least. That’s all she could ask.

      “Hi.” She said as he opened it. He was fairly good looking to her delight, slightly older than the rest it seemed.
      “Come in! Nice to finally meet you.” He said it as if they’d exchanged more than 4 sentences.
        “Drinks?”
       “Drinks.”
       “Wait, you can’t have drinks. Right?”
      “I can.”
       “Really?”
       “You’re not my mother.” She tried saying, she needed it. He didn’t know what she was in for.
      “Fair enough!”

      She walked in and took her coat off, instead sitting at the island chairs in the kitchen. She knew the drill at this point. He looked back at her in her dress, leaning over the counter. She could tell he liked what he saw. All those curves hugged tight. Her distinguished bulge didn’t seem to faze him.

      “What do you like? I try to keep a full bar stocked.” He said. She thought on this for a moment.
     “Just rum and cranberry.” She responded.
    “A rum girl. Actually, a pregnant rum girl, I like it.”
    “Don’t judge me. The doctor says I can drink lightly for up to 3 months.”
     “Really? I didn’t know that.”
      “This’ll be the first of the week.”
       “How far along are you?”
        “Just over eight weeks.”
      He wasn’t buying. “Twins then?”
She balked. “Excuse me?”
He shrugged. “Sorry, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
       “Great, I’m not in the mood. I just want you to fuck me.”

      He placed her drink in front of her from across the island, looking at her. “Forward now are we?”
        “You have no idea what it’s like. Or how I feel.” She sipped off the straw. It tasted wonderful.
        “So, tell me about you. What gets you off?” She asked him.
     “What gets me off? Like what turns me on?”
    “Yeah, sexually, or otherwise.” 
     “I dig numbers.”
       “Numbers? Like math?”
   “Sure, math. Stats, stocks, that sort of thing.”
      “Is that your living?”
       “Sure is.” He sipped.
        “What else turns you on?” She asked, flirting.
       “You.”
   She rolled her eyes. “Give me a break. You don’t even know me.”
        “From what I’ve seen so far.”
      “So are you, don’t ruin it.”
       “Alright, got it.” He said, rolling his eyes.
   She sat, and he stood across from her and they sipped in silence for a moment.
     “This drink’s good.”
   “I used to tend bar.” He stated.
   “That would do it.” There was more silence.
    “Another?” He asked.
     “Sure. He turned and grabbed everything out of the cabinets again. “You don’t talk much, do you?” He asked.
    “I could say the same about you.” Mandy retorted.
      “I’m economical.”
      “I just want to get to it.”
      “Sex?”
       “Yeah, I’ve been dying.” She admitted.
       “To the point, I can do that. After these perhaps?” Handing her her refresher.
     “Sounds like a plan.” She sucked on the straw, looking at him.
    “Jesus! You didn’t mix this one, did you.” She said as she swirled the straw, a disgusted look on her face.
      “Sorry, sometimes I forget.”
        She sighed as she looked around, sucking on her straw like it was her lifeline. She was feeling good now with all that was in her. His house was incredible. It was clean, well designed, like out of a magazine. Something seemed off.
      “Is this your house?”
       “Yes, why do you ask?”
      “It seems like a serial killer’s house.”
He laughed. “Why do you say that?”
She put her hand out, gesturing to the room. “It’s too clean, too perfect.”
  He shrugged. “It might be the OCD. I’ve got it so bad they’ve diagnosed it.”
She nodded. “That’d be it. It looks like something in a design show. A model home, or whatever they call it.”
     “It keeps me busy.”
       “Oh yeah? What else keeps you busy?”
     “I told you, math.”
    “When’s the last time you had a woman?”
     “Oh, you’re going to paint me in a corner when you’ve stated your intentions from the top? I’m not falling for that one.”
     “No, I didn’t mean it like that. Just curious.”
   “I’d rather not say.”
    “You’re married, aren’t you.”
     “I’m not.”
   “Then why the secrecy?”
   “I work for the government.”
   “Wait, you said you were a stats guy. Math and all that.”
   “I am, for the government.”
  “Oh shit, secret type shit?”
He shrugged. “Something like that.” He could tell she wasn’t going to settle for that. “It’s not glamorous, but it’s stuff my bosses don’t want out in the public, that’s all.”
      She looked at him with skepticism. “Alright, whatever you say.” She finished. “So that’s why you have one night stands, huh?”
  “Pretty much.”

They made eyes and got up and walked to the bedroom, which was not what she had been expecting. It was a completely different looking room from what she had seen. It was a bit messier, although the bed looked fine.
He immediately took his shirt off upon entering, and rightly so. He was quite chiseled and didn’t have any reservations on hiding it, he clearly worked at it. The room was prepared ahead of time, dimly lit, which eased the mood, but also made Mandy more comfortable with her figure, which she still hadn’t grown accustomed to yet.

He walked over, assisting her getting her dress over her head. She smiled, but immediately, shrunk, trying to hide as she stood there in her underwear. He gently placed his hands on her sides as she tried to let her guard down, but she couldn’t. Her belly was in full view now without the guise or illusionary screens the wonders of dark colored clothing gave her. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly. 

It dawned on her that she was living two lives simultaneously. The one in which she wasn’t truly pregnant, as if it were simply a logistical matter, a hindrance to be dealt with and rid of swiftly. The other was the reality, however brief or quickly treatable, she was, indeed pregnant, and found herself falling into the emotional and mental trappings that it led to, however confusing and unreal to her still. Her self consciousness in that moment made her realize that quandary. She wasn’t used to treating herself, or others with the fact that she was actually pregnant, working it into her psyche was still tough.
Thankfully, he filled the gap.

“It’s your body, isn’t it? I get it. It must be hard getting used to it. Not that it helps, but I think you’re beautiful.” He said as his hands drifted over her figure. 
Mandy turned, leaning her back into him, letting him hold her. 
She nodded. “It’s strange, and yeah, self conscious to say the least. I just feel- bloated.” She sighed. “I’m nauseous all the time, and certainly don’t feel sexy.” 
She gasped as his hands caressed her chest, her nipples tender to the touch. 
“And those are sensitive as hell, so be careful.”
“Sorry, will do!” 

He turned her and they fell back onto the bed. 
“Just take me.” She moaned out as he climbed up. 
He took his pants off fairly quickly, tossing them aside. Mandy was pleased to see he was already quite primed. She lay back and let him do the work, she was done for the day. His hand found her clit and he began gently massaging her. She was surprised how sensitive she was as he touched her, blood flow was at an all-time high. 
Mandy reached as best she could to stroke him off. He took it well, beginning to breath harder as he positioned himself, touching the tip to her loins. She gasped again, very ready for him. If he kept it up, she was almost enjoying the experience. 

He slid in, seeming to enjoy it just as much as she was beginning to, moaning out in pleasure. 
“Oh shit.” He blurted out as he pulled out and back in again. 
Mandy grabbed his back with her nails, pulling his body in to ensure he was giving her what she needed. His placed his hands on either side of her, positioning himself for the workout as he quickened his pace. She was incredibly wet, which was also a new experience for her. It usually took her much more foreplay to get her formally ready. She reveled in the new change. 
“I’m close.” He exhaled over her, his breath warm.
“Good. Give it to me.” She whispered out to him. 
He moaned out at the demand and seemed to kick into a higher gear, slamming himself into her as he climaxed, letting out an intense sigh. 
“Oh fuck that felt good.” He followed as he fell to the side.
“First time?” She said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, actually.” 
 Finally, this was it. She’d be safe until Charlie got back in two days.

Read the rest here: The Chest pt.1

Yours,
- LC

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