Kinktober 2024 - Body Writing

Peterson the ferret quietly pushes the door open to the restroom. This part of the building is rather secluded and rarely traveled due to how inconvenient the location is. The higher-ups never come around these parts as a result.

The room has only been maintained to be clean. All the fixtures are decades old. The ferret is not here to use the facilities though.

Opening the handicap stall, Peterson sees a female lizard with barely any clothing. She sits on an improvised chair that uses the toilet as the foundation.

"Hmmm~," she ponders. "I don't recognize you. New guy~?"

"Y-Yeah," Peterson nods.

"You probably heard my name already, but it would be rude to not introduce myself. The name is Wilma. I'm what you'd call 'The Office Slut~' Others have called me the 'Graffiti Glory Hole.'"

She stands up, grasping at the collar of her office attire.

"And lucky for you," she trails off before letting her clothes fall. "It's the first of the month. My body is your canvas~"

Wilma tosses a marker at the ferret. He catches it, although he nearly drops it.

"Looks like an ordinary marker, sure. It's specially designed for scales though. It doesn't come off easily~"

Peterson nods as he gets the picture. He can't seem to avert his gaze away from her huge, one-foot breasts. What's even more impressive is her ass that's double the size.

"Go ahead," she insists while shifting from pose to pose. "Show me your creativity. Treat me as your canvas. I want to see what words the new guy can come up with. ... Oh right, silly me~ I never got your name~"

"P-Peterson," he responds while taking the cap off.

Wilma keeps up her smile as she takes a seat back down. The lizard gestures at him to make the first move...

The ferret hesitates for several seconds. Many ideas are flowing through his head all at once. He feels like he's barely keeping above water in a whirlpool.

Peterson lets out a deep breath and writes "MILK BAGS" across the top of her cleavage.

Wilma responds by holding up one of her boobs. "Oooh, there's a good start~"

Squeezing hard, she lets out a bit of milk out of that nipple. "Good guess that I'm a special case among lizards. You've been listening to the rumor mill, huh~?"

Smiling, Peterson continues. He writes "WIDE LOAD" just above her ass cheeks.

"A classic," she nods.

From there, the ferret starts to write nonstop all over her. Before he realizes what's happening, he's gripped his cock with his other hand. He doesn't even remember letting down his pants.

"You're going to get every single label you deserve, you thirsty CUMGUZZLER!"

"SQUEEZE ME" is written on both of her areolas. Above her pussy says "COCK GOES HERE" with a big arrow pointing to her orifice. Her butt cheeks have outlines of a hand on both of them to show where people should slap her fat ass. Her stomach reads "JIZZ TANK" in the boldest font he can manage. The cheeks on her face have arrows pointing to the corners of her mouth with "CUM" on the left cheek and "GUZZLER" on the right. And finally, "SLUT" is written right across her forehead.

Just in time too, because Peterson busts a fat nut all over Wilma's face. A lot of it lands perfectly in her mouth as she keeps it open just to taste that sweet mix of pre and jizz.

"Oh fuck," Wilma moans. "Where have you been all my life? I never had a first-timer as great as yo--"

Wilma suddenly finds her legs lifted and spread by the ankles while Peterson goes to town on her.

"Just take my seed, you horny porn star of a worker!!"

Still cumming, Peterson fucks with his messy and lubricated dick. Wilma becomes speechless as she only moans over and over. The stall rattles lightly with every thrust that the ferret makes. He then holds a thrust as deep as he can penetrate and just cums even harder. The lizard's belly grows in thrusts with every shot he makes.

Then Peterson slips out and falls backwards. The two of them pant while jizz lightly dribbles out of Wilma's cunny. The two of them stay in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. She's going to need a lot more makeup than usual to cover her face... if she even wants to bother with that.

"So," she pants. "I think we should discuss when I'm available next week~..."