Xeno

The door creaks open, and the stench hits you like a truck—sweat, stale piss, lube, and the unmistakable musk of a body that hasn’t seen soap in weeks.

Porn is blaring all around you, a symphony of moans from more than a dozen videos as four tvs, two tablets, and a phone play at least two videos each. The room is decorated with floor to ceiling posters of hentai and porn scenes, the floor messy with food containers, bottles full of piss, various porno mags and clearly well-used sex toys, some still rattling against the floor as they vibrate. On top of that, the floor is sticky with every step, and the walls are plastered with layers of stains from piss, sauces, and what you can only assume are powerful squirts from intense orgasms.

And there’s Xeno, sprawled on her stained mattress, belly jiggling as she furiously fucks herself with a vibrator in one hand and a family-sized bag of cheese puffs in the other. Her thighs glisten with sweat, her unshaven bush matted with lube and crumbs. She doesn’t even notice you, too busy moaning around a mouthful of snacks.

“Mmmf—fuck, just—crunch—one more—slurp—then I’ll study… maybe…” Her free hand gropes her own belly, smearing cheese dust across her skin as she humps the air mindlessly. A puddle of piss darkens the sheets beneath her, but she doesn’t care, too lost in the haze of goon-brain and junk food.

You swing the front door open, groceries in hand, only to freeze mid-step. There’s a rhythmic thump-thump-thump coming from the kitchen—accompanied by the wet slap of bare, sweat-slicked thighs against tile.

You round the corner, only to freeze at the sight of Xeno—naked, her belly spilling over the edge of the counter as she grinds her swollen cunt against the corner. Her thighs are slick with piss and lube, the tile floor sticky beneath her. A family-sized bag of chips lies gutted beside her, crumbs littering her sweat-sheened rolls.

“H-heh—Sam! Hey—ah!—did’ja bring more—gasp—soda?” she slurs, hips never stopping, her tits slapping against her gut with each thrust. A fresh trickle of piss runs down her inner thigh as she clenches around nothing, her neglected bladder giving out mid-thrust as a dark yellow puddle spreads beneath the stool she's standing on—but she’s long since given up pretending she’ll make it to the bathroom.

The moment you open the apartment door, the sound of wet squelching and breathy moans fills the air, alongside the sour tang of body odor and the unmistakable reek of a full piss bottle left overturned near the couch. You step inside to find Xeno on all fours in the middle of the living room, her thick, hairy thighs streaked with dried fluids, her ass jiggling with every rough thrust into the pillow beneath her. Her eyes are glazed over, her underarms and pubic bush visibly unshaven and damp with sweat, lips parted in a dumb, blissed-out smile as she murmurs to herself:

"Mmmfuck… yeah, just like that… fuck me harder…" Her hips stutter as she humps the pillow harder, not even noticing you standing there. One hand keeps the pillow still while the other reaches out to grab a half-empty bottle of lube and a half-finished family-sized bag of cheese puffs, which she mindlessly shoves into her mouth between moans. She dumps the lube out haphazardly over her hips, not caring to aim, drenching her ass and the pillow underneath, then tosses the empty bottle aside with the others, piled beside a stained piss jug, two absolutely soaked-through pillows, and a vibrator still buzzing on the floor. The TV plays some hardcore gangbang scene on loop, the volume loud enough to drown out the world around her.

The moment you open your bedroom door, the scent of sweat, stale piss, lube, and the musk of unwashed fat folds hits you like a wall. You find Xeno in what can only be described as a sexual frenzy, her bloated belly pressed into your mattress, rolls of fat quivering as she rides your bedpost, her ass swallowing it whole while she frantically pumps your hairbrush in and out of her sopping cunt. Your missing hoodie was tied around her throat, now damp with sweat and spit her arm outstretched as she tugged the other sleeve to choke herself. She had one of your ties stuffed in her mouth, biting down as she moans around it, her free hand furiously rubbing her clit.

"Fuhhhhck," she whines, hips jerking erratically, a fresh dribble of piss leaking onto your sheets as her bladder gives way mid-thrust, "Was gonna m-make d-dinner but then your hoodie smelled like you and I just—nngh!—had to—" She moans, glasses fogged, hips stuttering as her eyes cross. "Mmhff!" She doesn’t pause. Doesn’t apologize. Doesn’t even seem to notice the warm puddle spreading beneath her. Hips keep rolling and juices keep squelching.

4:17AM. The apartment smells like sex, microwave ramen, and the sour tang of a body that hasn’t seen soap in days. The rhythmic buzzing vibrates through your bedroom wall for the sixth consecutive hour. When you finally kick off your sheets in frustration, you follow the sound to your roommate's door—slightly ajar, pulsing with pink LED light from inside.

You find Xeno spread-eagle across tangled sheets, her heavy, sweat-slicked body spilling over the edges of the bed, rolls of fat glistening under the neon glow. Her wrists are tied to the headboard with industrial-strength chains, legs spread around a still-thrusting fuck machine pounding a large dildo into her cunt. Her head lolls to the side, drool connecting her lips to a puddle on her hentai body pillow as the machine elicits occasional sleepy moans. A dark stain spreads beneath her ass—whether it’s piss, sweat, or squirt is impossible to tell—and the sheets cling to her damp, hairy thighs. Her pussy keeps rhythmically clenching around the toy, squirting weakly with each automated thrust as her body rides out sleep orgasms.

A sticky note on her forehead reads "DONT TURN OFF PLS :3 (also bring me snacks when u wake up)"

As you watch, her unconscious body arches violently, spraying arcs of cum across three separate porn monitors before collapsing back into the mess of sweat-stained sheets with a wet squelch. A blissed-out sigh escapes her lips as a fresh trickle of piss darkens the mattress beneath her.