Becca was meeting her boyfriend after his shift in a little black dress barely longer than her jacket. She literally could not contain her excitement and left traces of wet pleasure on the bus seat wearing no panties that could have absorbed her liquid anticipation. He worked in an alley, stopping cars from using it as a parking lot. He was never too tired to see her, though, and she was sure he would love today’s surprise.
It was early enough for the sun to still shine between the buildings but late enough to for the shops to be closed, leaving the alley well lit yet deserted. Perfect. She was ready for him, finally after so much excruciating training with a baseball ball. They wouldn’t need to settle for kisses and boob-jobs anymore; she was going to mount him right there in the alley in front of his jealous coworkers.
Their love was forbidden, given her boyfriend was an inanimate street bollard, and that made it ever more exciting. People were so close-minded. They would quickly reduce her passion to a scientific-sounding word like objetophilia as if it was some sick deviancy but Becca knew herself to be on the spectrum of heterosexuality. Just really, really far off the scale. Her libido was such that her body hurt from the constant yearning for enormous hard cocks. While her friends whispered about boys, she was dreaming of men. Real men. Giant men. Men that would ruin her, break her with cocks as big as she was.
Needless to say, human males had been a disappointment. The biggest penises she had seen on naughty websites looked no longer than her forearm. Evolution had failed her… until the day he unlocked her imagination.
There he was, immovable in his original spot. Eight inches wide and three feet high, twice as tall as any of his neighbors. Five hundred pounds of cast iron virility, his coat marked by a few scuffles with motorized vehicles. All fights he had won. A few of the scratches were from her nails during heated make-out sessions.
He was the alpha of bollards and he deserved a girl that could handle him. Until today, Becca was shamed by the inadequacy of her tender flesh with shallow cavities and annoying pain receptors. But three times a day for two months, with the sharpened end of a baseball bat, she had gradually carved a path through her body from pussy to stomach. None of the perforations hurt anymore; they were like a series of body piercings that would eventually close up if she stopped fucking long objects for more than a few days, but she had no plans to ever let that happen.
Her giggles echoed in the deserted street along with the last steps of her heels. Even the few seconds she would have needed to take off her clothes would have felt like a wasted eternity. Her blood boiling, her heart racing, Becca simply lifted a corner of her dress to show her boyfriend the waxed smoothness on the menu today, then she ran a finger around the metal ball soldered on top of his head before sitting down on it, pussy lips spread wide. Her pussy swallowed the cold sphere the size of a tennis ball like it had done many times before, only today, her wet cunt was pulsing with the knowledge it would not be simply be teased. Under the ball was the first real cock head. One of two wide, rotund sections before a sharp ridge and the long, rough shaft. The fact that they were thicker than her legs was of no consequence; she wanted his entire body inside her so the consecutive cock heads were the place to start.
Her training stick had been much slimmer. That was by design. Anything thicker than a baseball ball would have made her feel unfaithful. The passage was there for the taking, but the inhuman cock of the earth would still have to tear his way through her like a relative virgin.
Trusting in her own lubrication of lust, Becca rotated her hips and wiggled her ass on the seat to force her gushing vulva to accept its incoming ruination. Becca’s libido might have been supernatural, but her body was not made for all-the-way-through penetration of bollards. The mental image of her body acting as a fleshlight as she pushed it up and down the metal pole with her legs fueled her willpower and tolerance for pain.
Again. Harder. Harder! Becca told herself while dropping her entire weight on the pole with tears of pain and pleasure running down her cheeks. Her birth canal was hungry; there was just not enough room in the hole of her hips.
The sun passed between two buildings to bate her in warm sunlight, giving her pause. A moment to relax was all her pelvis was asking for. In a slow but steady motion, Becca’s breadbasket swallowed the entire first head. The elated girl threw her hair back and closed her eyes to etch every detail of this moment into her memory. The metal ball was giving her cervix a cold, wet kiss and she knew it was only a matter of time before her entire abdomen fully caved to her demands. She ran a hand up her skirt to feel the familiar lines in the bulge of her navel. A deep moan later, she sunk another two inches. The mounted ball had dilated her cervix enough to get sucked inside her womb, yet the little mouth would have to open much wider for what was coming next.
The little imperfections from bumps and paint chips on the metal cock were amplified a thousand-fold as it rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her cervix. It was like fucking cheese grater. A giant one.
Becca’s vulva was stretching obscenely against the second head after a short break between the bulbous sections while her womb reluctantly welcomed the first one in its warm embrace.
Don’t cum. Not yet… Not until he’s in your stomach. Because of her particular taste in self-destruction, Becca had never experienced an orgasm before and wanted her first time to be special.
Becca learned that her body responded better to a game of good cop, bad cop. If relaxation did not get the result she wanted, her artificial orifices were in for a punishing pounding and would usually yield the moment she resumed her calm meditation. She ground her cervix into submission, spread open the piercing at the top end of her baby-maker, forced her intestines to coil around the intruding bulk, and made a bitch of the freshest hole she had created, the one at the bottom of her stomach.
Becca cursed her human body one last time as it didn’t have enough hands to touch every part of him through the stretched skin. She was ripe as a juicy peach and all that was left to do was close her eyes and savor the fullness of her being. She tensed and kicked and squeezed her lumps as she silently screamed her first orgasm with an abused diaphragm. Every spasm of her body hugged the metal cock inside and fed her orgasm to itself like a perpetual machine.
Drowning in her ecstasy, Becca did not realize she was still sinking and by the time the wrecking ball climbing up her esophagus became too disruptive to ignore, her legs could no longer retract between her butt and the bricks of the street. The only way left was down, and she embraced it.
The pressure on her lungs made it nearly impossible to breathe even before the first cock head clogged her throat and she felt the metal ball against the back of her tongue. Becca’s vision went white then dark but she never stopped feeling and she never stopped cumming. Her jaw dislocated at the same moment her bubbly ass bounced against the base of her boyfriend’s spit-roasting cock.
Becca felt like she was dying in a hundred different ways, but that didn’t stop her from jerking off the bollard’s shaft with her body using tiny seated bounces for the rest of this perfect night, passing out mere minutes before being found by the first shocked early birds.
She had missed the sunrise; the sun was setting again when she awoke in a hospital bed. She clutched at her chest. Nothing hurt remotely as much as the emptiness there.
“Is my boyfriend ok?” Becca asked a nurse changing her IV bag.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry. No one was brought in with you and nobody came to visit.”
Becca gave a sharp sigh. She had to phrase things differently for close-minded sheep. “What happened to the pole.”
“Oh, the one that you… where you had the accident? It’s in a dumpster somewhere, I assume. They had to use an angle grinder to cut it off because they couldn’t get it out the way it came. They told me that took hours. We’re all amazed you’re still alive.”
“Yeah…” Becca turned her head toward the window with a loud whimper. At least the nurse wouldn’t see her tears. She wouldn’t understand. Why couldn’t you save us both?
But out there in the parking lot, a light turned on and drew her eyes. He was tall and grey, his head shining in the twilight. And that body… square, every side a foot in length. The four sharp edges wouldn’t be the only things tearing up her insides; his concrete shaft had a gravel finish that gave her goosebumps. A bad boy.
“Erm, excuse me, young lady, I really don’t think you should be moving around after what you’ve been through,” the nurse told the girl when it became obvious Becca was attempting to lumber off the hospital bed, her bottom fully exposed from the unclasped hospital gown.
“Oh, I’m just going to take a short walk around the parking lot.”