The Mist: Chapter 5B

The final part of the chapter up tomorrow: What can I say, I like cliffhangers.

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Monica tottered down the stairs. She wasn’t about to risk the elevator. Not with the apartment cut off and Monica didn’t want to end up stuck in a broken elevator for three days while someone figured out how to get a repair crew up.

And she was tottering because of her boobs. It was almost like back in the day when they’d first come in, and she’d been almost pulled over by the weight on her chest. Now they were even bigger and once again, the heavy orbs were forcing her to throw her shoulders back and try to counterbalance them as she jiggled down the stairs.

I should thank whatever made my ass grow, or I’d land right on my face.

Monica licked her lips at the thought of some guy following her down, looking at her hips and jiggly ass.

Some guy who would take me… Bend me over and fill me up and not care if I wasn’t on the pill…

She shook her head, trying to banish the thought, but it just wouldn’t go away. Someone strong, someone powerful.

Monica looked down and blinked.

There were wisps of the mist down there.

How the hell did it get into the building? Did someone leave a door open?

Monica licked her lips. There was something about the mists. A heavy, heady odor. Even the little bit just seemed to fill her nose and mouth, and just caress her body.

Her nipples were pressing into the thin fabric of her top and the way it was just rubbing against her nipples…

Fuck, I’m wet—no, wetter. She’d been wet since she had woken up, just putting out the scent of a woman in heat.

Monica blinked at that thought. Heat wasn’t what she’d thought about when she was horny. You know, horny, wanting sex, but…

Being in heat…

There was something animalistic about the idea. Not going out and getting a meal or a nice movie… just running into a room, or getting into the back of the car, desperately pulling your clothes off because you needed that cock more than anything else.

Being bred.

Monica bit her lip, then kept going, down into the curling, twisting mist, moving almost like it was a living thing.

The air was warmer, and there was a sense of…

She shook her head, and kept going.

God I’m fucking hot.

Finally, she got down to the ground floor and pushed the door open.

The fuck? The place was deserted. And the doors to the outside were open, letting the mist pour in.

Monica blinked, checked the little diner. There were some plates there, food still on them.

Nobody else. Nothing else, and the sounds from the city, far down the slope of the hill, were muffled, like they were in another universe.

She turned and walked out into the front. Here things were even more muffled, and the mist was everywhere. She couldn’t see where it came from. She was…

She blinked. There was a woman, walking through the mist, naked. The woman she’d seen. Her tits were bigger than Monica’s, bigger than a woman should be able to carry, especially with the way they bounced.

Her hips and ass, the mist teasingly concealing and then revealing them, were just…

“Hey!” Monica called.

The woman looked back at her. She smiled back at Monica, then put a finger to her full lips, and still swaying, walked off behind the building, her form vanishing into the mist.

Monica ran after her, the damp dirt squelching under her feet. She blinked once, looking down. There were footprints in the dirt and… a woman’s sandal lying there, like someone had kicked it off?

Monica bit her lip. Her feet did feel confined. She looked down and in a sudden fit of revulsion, kicked her shoes off. Her feet felt cool in the dirt and grass. But then she was going around the corner, wondering where the woman had gone.

But she was just… gone.

Then Monica heard the sound. Someone grunting, their voice, low, male, animalistic.

She walked forward, helpless to turn around.

Maybe it’s the woman…

But….

It wasn’t. She saw, in the mist, the indistinct form of a man… Standing, jerking off… one hand on his cock and Monica couldn’t help but gasp.

No man she’d ever fucked had a cock like that.

She’d never imagined any man could have a cock like that.

I need to go… Right. She needed to go back to her room and forget this and the next morning she’d just wake up and find out it was a dream.

Right. I’ll go.

Monica nodded.

And then walked right to where the man was.