The Couch Monster by TDM by TDM

Dedications: To Stephen King’s short story collection Night Shift. To my fiancée Chi Chi, who is not only my girl but also my dream girl. Come see her dance at Smile’s II in Ledgewood, NJ.

The large poster above the toilet was of a buxom blond. Not just buxom, but bust-out ‘boobs of wonder’ buxom. The top-heavy girlish frame was supported by toned thighs and clenched buttocks, which were turned ever so perfectly towards the viewer. Her slender arms crossed each other across her strong abdominal muscles just beneath the twin mountains each peaked with an erect pink nipple. A gleaming white smile adorned her pretty (though not necessarily intelligent) face.

The full color image was captioned; “No matter how good she looks right now, there is someone somewhere who is sick of putting up with her shit.”

The Stork Man finished his urination, glanced appreciatively once more at the chick with the long straight golden hair, and left the smallish bathroom.

“Stork Man! Catch!” He heard as he walked past the bedroom entrance. Glancing in, Stork saw Big Ed whip his arm forward, holding a football. He didn’t even flinch, which is what one should have done considering the relatively short distance between the two college students. But Big Ed hadn’t thrown, as Stork had known he wouldn’t. Three years rooming together and they knew each other backward.

Tim, the third roommate in their high-rise apartment close to campus, lounged on the spacious cherry red upholstered couch. Sunlight poured through the large living area window. Washing him in warmth.

“When’s your next class Tim?”

“30 minutes.” He said drowsily. Tim worked nights at the campus radio station.

“Couch Monster’s gonna get ya.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The couch was exceeding comfortable. The cushions were big and fluffy, like pillows. It was an oversized piece of furniture, able to seat four people. College students prone to stay up late were at risk to fall into a daytime nap in its cushy embrace, and miss classes. Tim was not the type student to be unaffected by missed classes.

The couch monster, or Z monster, was infamous for sneaking up on you. After an all night study jam, the couch was certainly to be avoided, better even not to come too close.

Stork Man had his hand on the apartment doorknob; backpack of books slung over one shoulder, when Big Ed yelled from the bedroom.

“Yo Stork Man, some little sugar cookie dropped by looking for you.”

“Yeah, she was a hot babe, man!” Tim pitched in with his ‘Lon-gi-land’ NY accent. Smile stretching across his face.

Stork stopped at the door. “Really?”

“Yeah, said she met you at the party up at Russell’s last Friday.” Big Ed continued as he wound his way from the bedroom to the kitchen.

“What was her name?” With a look of no recollection.

“Chi Chi.”

“Chi Chi?”

“Yeah whatever. That’s her real name like she isn’t total jailbait. I’m talking 16 or hell I don’t know, 15. Who the frig names their daughter Chi Chi?” Big Ed was drinking milk straight from the carton again.

“I say fuckin’ middle school, man. Fuck High School. She came up to just past my waist.” Tim was not a tall guy either. “and her voice was all high pitched” he added from the couch. The humor of the situation rescuing him from the couch monster. Tim sat up; maybe he would make class after all.

“Chi Chi?” Stork Man still was trying to recall, and failing. Last Friday did involve two kegs of beer.

“She gonna stop by later.” Big Ed put the empty milk carton back in the fridge.

The dainty knock on the door came during the first intermission. She had probably knocked a few times before Tim had heard it, and he yelled from the bedroom. Stork Man and Big Ed looked at each other from in front of the TV set.

“Don’t look at me, it’s YOUR girlfriend.” And then a chuckle from Big Ed.

Stork Man opened the door, and almost fell over backwards at the sight that greeted him. Chi Chi was probably no more than 5 feet tall. But she had on a pair of total ‘fuck me’ pump heels that must have been 6 or 7 inches. The shoes had a good couple of inches of lift under the ball of the foot, then, higher than that, the heels shot severely upwards so that her feet were nearly pointed straight down. They were bright pink in color, with straps at the top that wound around her lean calves to tie half the way up to her knee.

Her thighs were tight and clenched so that the front and back thigh muscles were clearly delineated. Because of the effort in staying upright in those shoes no doubt. Her pink skirt was tight and short, made of a stretch material that clung completely to her outlined buttocks. They were also firm, firm enough to retain their round curvature as they pushed the back of the stretch skirt outwards.

Her belly was a tight six-pack. The tube top was matching pink. A total teen mall brat sort of outfit. Her breasts ballooned beneath the challenged stretch fabric of her top. They were huge. The girl must weight 75 pounds, and her cinnamon tinted chest accounted for 30 of those pounds! No less than 39 or 40 inches around, maybe more. And the roundness of the orbs! Cup sizes went up to what letter?

Chi Chi’s face was wonderfully beautiful. Full pouty lips that would be like kissing pillows. Perfect nose, cheekbones, hazel eyes and bright smile with olive skin. Chestnut brown hair cascaded down her back. The hair shade was a bit light for her complexion, perhaps she lightened it herself.

Big Ed gasped audibly from his chair in front of the TV, staring at her. Evidently, this was not what Chi Chi was garbed in earlier today. Who knew Kids-R-Us sold stripper outfits? Stork Man just stood there, and she just stood nervously out in the apartment building hallway.

“Hi. Storky?” She said meekly. Her voice carried a very nice Spanish accent. Her smile sweetened the air.

Storky? How DORKY! Big Ed had to cover his mouth to avoid guffawing.

“h-h-Hi.” Stork Man was not accustomed to stammering in front of girls. Then he caught himself. This was definitely a girl, a little girl!

“Can I come in?”

Tim emerged from the bedroom as Stork Man closed the door behind his beautiful guest. Upon seeing Chi Chi, his eyes nearly fell out. She had been a knockout in those plain clothes she had before, but now…she was a sledgehammer!

“I’m afraid I don’t remember meeting you.” Stork Man said.

“You were playing quarters at the party, and losing I guess.” ‘Quarters’ was a drinking game. But how did she get in there? She was no doubt under drinking age. A ‘townie’ that meandered close to campus looking for college parties. Hadn’t anyone been watching the door? It would have been an ugly bust if the cops had shown up!

“Oh yeah. I guess you were there.”

“Do you want to go to another party?” She blurted. Chi Chi was fidgeting, and didn’t know what to do with her hands. Her eyes were hopeful and maybe a little scared. Afraid of rejection most likely.

It was Wednesday night. There aren’t any parties Wednesday nights because Thursdays are big class days, labs and such. Chi Chi was clearly no college girl; she would have known this, but obviously in the market for a college man. ‘High School girl’ Stork Man mused, then surveying again the youthfulness of her face and skin, questioning if she had indeed started High School yet.

“There is no party I know of tonight.”

This troubled her. Chi Chi greeted Big Ed and Tim with a glance and a small smile each, having met them briefly before.

“Maybe you guys have some beers?” The girl didn’t want to turn around and go home, that was plain. She had undoubtedly fretted over her hair and make up and (gulp) choice of garment.

Tim opened the fridge. “We have two beers left.”

“What!” Exclaimed Big Ed. “Whose turn is it?”

Stork Man felt stuck. They couldn’t pop beers with this…this kid here, could they? Chi Chi inhaled expectantly, not knowing what would be next. Good God, Stork Man thought, those TITS! They expanded bulbously with her deep breath. Stork Man’s head was swimming.

“Go get some beers…STORKY!” Big Ed grumbled, the thought of running dry was bitter in his mind. It was Stork Man’s turn to buy. Tim had grabbed the two cans and was passing the awkward couple as he walked toward Big Ed.

Chi Chi’s face brightened as he approached, thinking he was bringing HER a beer. Tim made eye contact with her and stopped. The beers had been for him and Big Ed. The girl’s big eyes were like deep pools. The girl was a kid. But his glance slipped down to her bosom. THOSE FUCKING TITS!! The top halves of the round orbs pushed up from the tight pink tube top. The skin was smooth and perfect. A deep valley crashed down between. What tremendous cleavage! Got Milk? Tim thought to himself.

“Thank you, I am thirsty.” Chi Chi said in a fairy voice. Her delicious lips entrancing with their pink lipstick. Oh how that pink lipstick looked against her smooth beautiful olive skin!

With those elevator “do me right Fucking Now!” high heels on, Chi Chi stood as tall as Tim’s chin. Her stance was as if she was perched high up on pedestals, her long shapely legs trembled slightly as she maintained her balance. Those shoes were almost like a pair of damn sexy stilts! He handed the girl a beer.

Stork Man threw him a questioning look. He responded with a quick shoulder shrug, and a “what the fuck am I SUPPOSED to do?” look. As it was, he and Big Ed would have to decide who got the last beer. Stork Man couldn’t take Chi Chi with him to the liquor store; they would refuse to serve him for sure.

“Okay, I need to go. You want to wait here?” Stork Man asked little Chi Chi, looking in her eyes again. Trying to fathom her thoughts. Her make up was well applied. With a bit of imagination, a guy could see her as 18, maybe. But it would take less imagination to see her as 15, 14 or even 13. Seventh and Eighth grade girls often started developing up top. The tautness of Chi Chi’s huge mammaries lent credence that they were young indeed. Stork Man caught himself. His gaze had gravitated yet again to her big bust.

“Sure!” Tim and Big Ed said in unison.

Chi Chi brightened, taking the exclamation as a welcome, and a compliment both. Her uneasiness dimmed slightly. She stepped one more bird like pace further into the apartment. Stork Man was a little worried here. He bet that one cruel word, even in joking, would break the girl’s fragile self-image. She was looking for acceptance, adult acceptance, desperately. They should have kicked her out already. But the tugging that was going on inside all their pants put up a tough argument. “Just let her stay a while longer”, their enlarging organs whispered, “she’ll be okay.”

Stork Man checked that his wallet was in his pants pocket, then with a quirky nod, left the apartment.

“Chi Chi, come on in!” Big Ed motioned her into the living room. The hockey game was starting back up, but no one noticed.

Her figure was like something from an erotic dream. Her well-defined legs stepped slowly forward. The sexy brunette’s chest bounced slightly as she moved. Good God what a sight! Seated as they were, her breasts were right at their eye level. Both guy’s cocks popped erect. Watching her approach was like a 3D wet dream.

Big Ed was in his TV chair, Tim in the other ‘comfy’ chair. They watched intently as Chi Chi made her way to the couch with the beer can in her hand. What a fucking beer commercial she could make! Could she walk any sexier?! God, she wasn’t even trying, and she had both dudes’ penises pushing painfully against their zippers.

The awkwardness of walking in the shoes caused her to move slowly. It was like watching the sexiest scene of your sexiest video in slow motion.

She reached the couch. Not wanting to be ungraceful about it, she placed her free hand on the arm of the couch to sit. This caused her to bend forward at the waist. The two light brown melons were showcased incredibly. From Tim’s angle, it became much like an overhead view. Big Ed, with more of a side view, watched her tight ass, thighs, stomach and ribcage move like poetry.

She underestimated the plushness of the cushions. When she sat into them she fell the last bit, sinking into them. Then bounced slightly as the springs accepted her slight weight. Both men sighed loudly as they watched her tits do a half dozen up and down movements in response to the slight bounce.

Chi Chi’s long heeled shoes crossed at the ankles. She attempted to adjust her skirt so that her groin was not displayed. The tight stretch tube skirt was not made for sitting however, not any kind of sitting. She squeezed her legs together. The shapely thighs, having not a bit of flab, only barely touched each other, and only did because she made an effort for them to be as closed as possible. The pink garment rode up her hips severely. Her tight strong legs were displayed very completely. The material bunched at her crotch, and only the flesh of her clenched thighs obscured her private area from casual observation.

They began small talk. Chi Chi nodded her head up and down sometimes in response to the inane banter. Affecting a pose of familiarity with conversations with adults as an equal. Sipping her beer, in a way that suggested she hung out and drank beers all the time. The pose was clearly visible as such, her manner transparently assumed. This only increased her attractiveness.

Youth and innocence are inherently incredibly beautiful, this was a universal truth. Tim and Big Ed were increasing enthralled by her every flickering movement, her every intake of breath. As a pair of puppies and wolves both at once. Chi Chi was unaware of the power she was exerting over the males in the room, due to her inexperience in such.

Chi Chi drank more of her beer. The game on the TV skated onwards to no one’s notice. In a pause in the conversation, a low grumbling began near the college apartment floor. The tiny sexy playmate looked around quite puzzled. Tim and Big Ed didn’t seem to know what to make of it either. Was it coming from under the couch?

The grumbling rolled deeper, and more ominous. Turning into a growling. Chi Chi was completely put out, what in the world? She started abruptly with a small shriek as the arms of the couch animated with a resounding crunching/cracking noise that filled the apartment. They wavered like actual limbs on either side.

The cushions became sucking at her, sucking! Like meaty lips. The sweet sex wench had been sitting near the separation crease between two of the cushions, and they gummed at her ass and legs like a starving mouth.

“AAAhhhh” Chi Chi screamed. As the suction increased she realized it would be hard to break the pull to stand up from the possessed furniture! Sharp ripping, then a host of steel springs began springing upwards all around her, like newborn stalk shoots. They broke through the upholstery, reaching skyward. Some burst up very near to Chi Chi’s legs, on both sides. The steel springs extended a few feet up in the air, wires curled in a counterclockwise direction. Then they began moving of their own volition, as if by one consciousness. They began to entwine together. The coils meshing together forming solid steel columns. The individual coils now an undulated, bumpy surface along the pillared shaft.

The sofa was shaking, as if in throes of a metamorphosis. The dusty skinned babe flailed her legs. Her tits bounced in all directions. It dawned on her that she had to escape!

Two such columns lunged at Chi Chi’s arms, encircling both wrists and pulling her arms away from her body to either side. The lips / cushions had gained more and more dexterity as they continued sucking greedily on the girls perfect round ass and the back of her long legs. By undulating a certain way, the lips worked the girl’s skirt up higher and higher. Her wispy, lacy pink panties came into view. They were mostly a collection of strings and nothing else!

Two more steel columns wrapped around her ankles, around the stringy tops of her high pink heels. Chi Chi felt the cold metallic coils against her skin, and their strength was uncontestable. Her legs were pulled apart, opening her center. The lean hard muscles of her long legs flexed and kicked and her washboard abs strained with exertion, but the effort failed to alter the deliberate spreading of her sexy legs. Further apart…further! She was doing a split, and then a little further!

The slight mound of her pussy jut forward under the scanty panties. It’s shape clear and completely undefended. Between her legs, another metal spring column burst up through the couch material. It raised up before her. Over two feet tall and as thick around as a Slinky toy (4 or 5 inches side to side)! It quivered as she stared at it, the tip level with her forehead. It was tapered at the end, the spring coils wrapped in on themselves tighter there forming a blunt point. The phallic apparition was all too plain.

Some springs had not entwined together into columns, remaining single strands of steel. Three of these began slowly worming their way beneath the Chi Chi’s pink halter-top. She felt them moving against her soft sensitive skin. After only a couple moments they emerged from the other side, having run completely beneath the material. The single strands had fairly sharp endings when turned to a specific angle. They used this to begin tearing at the stretch material of her top.

Chi Chi looked down at her huge chest, and saw the cuts forming in her clothes. The stretch material failing slightly, bit by bit. More single springs uncoiled and plunged beneath her skirt, and began tearing and slashing at that material too. The animated wires moved slowly, so that it was by degree that her garments were being sliced away. In a couple minutes, her tits would be free and exposed!!

The grumbling and growling, that now could be attributed directly to the couch itself, further evolved into an anxious rhythmic grunting. The two-foot steel coil phallus thrust upwards, upwards and upwards! Three feet…four feet…five feet… six feet… and further! Reaching for the ceiling! It stopped just short the apartment ceiling, and then withdrew into the couch nearly all the way, until about only 18 inches remained. Then in time to the hungry, roaring grunts…the hard metal monstrosity began thrusting. Thrusting upward to its apex near the ceiling. Pulling back and thrusting again in a clearly savage sexual mimicry.

The teen sex toy’s skin became more and more visible. Her matching pink ensemble shredding from the assault of the tearing wires. Until finally her skirt was pulled from her body. It hung from one of the wires spouting from the couch like a tattered battle streamer. The skirt residue wavered slightly on the thin metal strand as it continued to stand upright. The effect was very much like a victory banner.

Chi Chi’s panties were indeed ‘string’ panties, not unlike a string bikini bottom. They tied on each side with a small string in a normal bowknot. Her hips were every bit as svelte and trim as the now destroyed tight clinging skirt had promised.

Moments later, her top was torn from her in identical fashion. Her chest popped outwards from the confines of the tight stretch tube top. They were even larger! No longer constrained by the constricting pink material. Volleyball size and then some! They were completely pert and upright, sticking straight out from her chest. Her nipples were large and erect. They jiggled in their new freedom, but sagged not a bit under their young tight smooth skin.

Chi Chi was helpless to cover herself, her arms still pulled outwards to her sides, and slightly back. This forced her naked breasts to thrust out forward. The girl had been moaning in fright for several minutes since the arrival of the poltergeist. Her cries became more panic ridden as humiliation flowed into the mix.

Tim and Big Ed watched as the metal strands that had torn off the chick’s top (except the one which continued to hold the trophy aloft) began encircling the huge tits. Winding around them like thin gray snakes.

The singular springs that had torn her skirt apart turned their attention to the string panties. They wormed their way under the hip strings, and began pulling the thin strings away from her body. Showing the last bit of her naked athletic hips.

The coils wrapped around the very base of Chi Chi’s balloons, against her ribcage. Then began tightening. The giant taut breasts grew tighter yet, squeezed tit flesh pushing away from her body. Her nipples grew harder erect, pointing out like tiny pink guns. The expression on her face indicated that the steel lassoing of her mammaries was quite a bit painful. Not so thin as to act as garrotes, the coils did not cut her skin, but simply squeezed the huge ripe melons severely. Threatening to burst them. Threatening seriously.

Then her panties fell to pieces under the continued assault of the other single springs. Chi Chi’s tiny young pussy was clean cut, and open to the world in her leg split position. Only the babe’s sexy heels remained as clothing.

The coils around her boobs began a rhythmic squeezing and releasing. Slow and merciless. Causing the breasts to expand in pulses. Both students were mesmerized by the rape / strip of Chi Chi right before their eyes, Tim and Big Ed could do nothing but rub their hard-ons through their pants. It became clear that the couch was “milking” Chi Chi’s enormous tits. Forcefully so. As the eroticism of this hit home, both males let out a soft sound and opened their pants to free their raging cocks. They stood in front of her and immediately began stroking themselves.

The steel phallic column that was fucking eight feet up into the air slowed its carnalistic display as a second column, the twin of the first, erupted from the couch directly by the first ones’ side. They thrust upwards in alternating strokes like a two piston engine. Chi Chi gazed forlornly at the columns right in front of her, her face contorting with each inhuman squeeze of her big breasts. The pressure building in her nipples distracted her attention enough that she didn’t fathom the significance of the twin monsters before her. Her throat was tiring from her incessant panicked shrieking. Her voice was failing her.

The cold metal tentacles holding little Chi Chi’s tight legs open in a prostrating split began lifting her upward. The couch cushions sucked mightily at her shaved crotch, hungrily. Then she was pulled away. When her pelvis was about a foot up off the couch, it held her there in place. Chi Chi’s wild eyes found Big Ed, imploring him for help. He stared back lustily.

The thrusting giant steel pythons pulled back near all the way into the couch. Then they bent to move underneath Chi Chi’s split open legs. Chi Chi watched them move beneath her. The ‘head’ of the coil snake nudged against her pubis.

“No, no, no, no.” Chi Chi’s voice plummeted with the certainty of what was to follow.

The push against her vagina was gentle at first, but quickly grew stronger. Chi Chi’s tight outer lips opened, then her inner vaginal lips. The tip of the metal spear entered her body. It tapered very quickly out to its full thickness, stretching the tiny girl wider and wider. She screamed in revulsion, her breaths coming in quick gasps as it reached her virginity, pressing against it, and stretching it. Stabbing pain as her virginity stretched inside her, stretched inward against the unrelenting pressure. Then the tearing of flesh as her maidenhood was taken.

Tears ran down both her cheeks in thick streams. The member went deeper into her, reaching a 5th inch, then a 6th inch. The pain still throbbed from her broken hymen, and her vaginal walls were being pushed as wide as a Slinky toy. She felt every coil as it moved against her tender inner pussy. The small sexy bombshell felt the thing inside her squirm in a 7th inch, reaching her limits of sexual penetration. But the animaton would know no limits, and pushed onwards.

“AAGHHHHHH” Chi Chi screamed with what air was in her lungs. Her breasts heaving with the effort. The metal squeezing and mauling continued, tighter and harder. The tits clearly showing the strain, nearing the point of popping. Tighter squeezing, closer to bursting the huge round breasts. The nipples ready to explode. TIGHTER. TIGHTER. Ready to burst. TIGHTER and HARDER. Ready to pop the tremendous balloons. Tighter still. Almost there…ready to go…squeeeeze…almost there…the tight skin straining over the massive tit flesh…at the edge of bursting….SQUUUEEEEEEEZZE!!!!!!!!!!

Chi Chi’s little mouth bellowed and bellowed. The steel spear plunged a 9th and 10th inch into her pelvis. So large was it’s girth that it pressed out her abdomen from the inside, pushing up inside her. The shapely girl’s tiny frame was wracked with spastic convulsions at the impossible stakeing she was receiving. Her arms and legs writhed, but were helpless.

Chi Chi felt a pressurized explosion in her abused tits. Milk hosed out her nipples in a hot stream. The creamy mommy juice shot all over Big Ed’s and Tim’s cocks. The thick milk providing pleasurable lubrication for their cock stroking. More and more of the white syrup sprayed into the male student’s crotch, soaking them. Their masturbations began to sound wetly with each stroke. The feeling was divine. They both watched Chi Chi getting milked like a cow in some surreal automated milking device. She was producing an incredible amount, with no let up in sight!

Just as the diminutive hot wench started lactating, the second phallus column plunged up into her anus with the ferocity of an attacking predator. Chi Chi felt the steel thrust reverberate all the way up her spine. Deeper and deeper it dug into her ass. 3 inches…5 inches…7 inches…9 inches!

The cruel coil destroyer in her pussy abandoned its steady progression as it surpassed 12 inches, now in her belly. It surged in her at high speed, as it had when it erupted first from the couch. Penetrating the center of her body. Expanding out her neck. Then jerking her head back so that she was staring at the ceiling, it emerged from her mouth. Further and further it climbed, reaching again for the ceiling. She was impaled. Chi Chi was very much still the lovely, squirming, struggling, little sex goddess. Spazzing and jerking against her complete and utter violation. Hot cinnamon sex on a stick.

Black and blue marks were spreading across Chi Chi’s tortured round chest. Milk ran from both nipples with each strong squirt across the room. The lower half of the humongous orbs coated in her sticky milk. Then Big Ed and Tim began their ejaculations. Sperm flew back at Chi Chi. With her milk still firing; it was like a thick white jizzy exchange of cannon fire. Their cum splashed across the tops of her bouncing globes, running thickly to her cleavage and across her chest in a myriad riverwork of semen.

The obelisk impaling her body fucked her. Withdrawing until the head of it was extended only a foot from her stretched face, then lancing to the ceiling again. Each up stroke carried her body upwards until it was constrained by the spring tentacles around her ankles.

Chi Chi’s adolescent tits began to ebb the flow of dairy product. So the couch violently jammed its other column deep up her ass. 10 inches…12 inches…14 inches up in the tiny doll girl. The anal carnage elicited a renewal of the milk fountaining from her squeezed tits. It fucked her ass mercilessly to that depth; each anal fuck thrust bursting more milk from her.

Finally, Big Ed and Tim concluded their orgasms. So massive were Chi Chi’s breasts, that even after 5 minutes of cumming, they had not been able to completely sheet them in white goo. Nearly so, to their credit, but dusty brown tit flesh peaked here and there from beneath the globs of dick spit.

With a sudden SLUMP SLUMP, the couch retracted all its appendages back into itself. Chi Chi was dragged down between the cushions still fully impaled. Panic and fear shone in her eyes in the glimpse Big Ed got of her face before she went into the couch like a drowner at sea. In seconds the couch was nothing more than an ordinary piece of furniture. Chi Chi was gone. A ripped and shredded small pink skirt lay on one of the cushions. Big Ed and Tim exchanged blank, incredulous looks.

**

Stork Man entered with two large boxes of beer cans. After putting some in the fridge, he walked into the living room. The Flyers had just tied the game at 2 goals each.

“Where’s Chi Chi?”

Big Ed and Tim seemed to be strangely hesitant, like a pair of potatoes sitting in front of the TV.

“Man, the Couch Monster got her.” Tim mumbled.