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Everybody Loves Bubbles	By : Lennox Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 15606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the PPG. The characters are the property of Cartoon Network and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

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Chapter 2
The front door flung open as Buttercup burst into her home. She flew upstairs and into her bedroom, leaving a trail of papers and personal effects being flown around in her wake. She hesitated for a split second, hastily looking around the bedroom before she started her search. Buttercup checked the closet, inside the drawers, under the bed, and even in the toy chest.
"Where is it?" she muttered to herself. "Where the fuck did she put it?" Buttercup franticly searched the room for Blossom's strap-on. She wanted nothing more than to rip off her and fuck herself senseless with the toy. Fleeing school and getting far away from Bubbles didn't seem to help her urges. Buttercup simply couldn't get Bubbles out of her mind. She wanted to lick her, fuck her, hold her head down between her legs and cum over her mouth. Buttercup lifted her dress and yanked her panties down her legs. A thick translucent strand of pussy juices clung to the fabric of her clothing, stretching from her soaked pussy. She sat down and watched it break away as she pulled her underpants down her legs.
"Gotta cum," she muttered. "I gotta cum." Buttercup dipped her hand between her legs and begun to furiously rub her slit. She let herself fall back onto the bed, grasping at her chest with her other hand and bitting down on her bottom lip. With closed eyes, she began to picture herself with Bubbles in her mind. Her mental imagery showed Bubbles wearing Blossom's strap-on and plunging the toy into her soaked depths. Buttercup began humping against her hand. She reached over with her spare hand to grab her panties and brought them to her face. Buttercup inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of her arousal and sucking her lust from the fabric. But as much as she tried to focus on her thoughts, the urge to make herself cum was more prevalent in her mind. The Powerpuff sighed as she reluctantly pulled her hand away. Buttercup felt she could get herself off, but she knew her hands wouldn't be enough to leave her satisfied. And with Blossom's toy hidden too well, Buttercup knew she'd have to find something else.
"Gonna need something inside me," she muttered. Buttercup picked herself up and flew back downstairs. Her first stop was the kitchen. She picked up the spatula she used that morning and eyed off the handle. It had already been inside her once, but her needs were more urgent.
"Too thin," Buttercup tossed it aside and began opening the kitchen drawers. She rummaged through the utensils until she noticed an open door in the corner of her eye. The basement door was left ajar, and Buttercup thought that the Professor's lab would have something she could use. She dashed down the stairs and looked around. The basement's shelves and tables were littered with her father's laboratory equipment. Notebooks and blueprints had been scattered about the room. And every blackboard was covered in scribbles and complex equations.
"Geez, doesn't he ever clean this place up?"
Buttercup's eyes fell upon the very thing. A round-bottomed flask filled with black liquid sat on a table. The spherical container boasted a long neck with a cork jammed in its opening.
"That'll do," Buttercup snatched it from the table. She flew back up to her room and let herself drop onto the bed. Landing on her back, Buttercup brought her knees to her chest and pressed the neck of the bottle against her pussy. Buttercup lifted her head, and she watched as the corked glass lip slipped effortlessly between her folds.
"Oh, fuck. Now, this is more like it," Buttercup almost cried. She eased more and more of the glass neck into her horny pussy, keenly watching as it vanished inside her. Before too long, she felt the bulbous sphere kissing her pussy lips. She dropped her legs around the beaker and let herself enjoy the sensation of being filled.
"Fuck, that's good," Buttercup sighed. "Nice and deep." The Professor's beaker wasn't the same as Blossom's toy, but Buttercup knew it would get the job done. She pumped and pressed the tip of the bulb against her slit, stabbing her pussy just a little bit further and fucking herself with the beaker. Buttercup watched as her juices clung to the glass while she pulled it from her hole. She knew that she'd have to lick it clean before returning it to the Professor's lab.
Buttercup began to pump the beaker's neck in and out of her pussy. She rolled onto her front and held it firmly between her legs on the mattress. She pushed herself up and started bouncing herself along the neck, riding the piece of lab equipment. She lifted her hips up and down the beaker's neck, her pussy lips kissing and bumping against the rounded container between her hips. Each time she felt it stab within her, she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm.
"Almost... there..." she grunted, forcing her hips down the glass shaft one more time. She felt her whole body twitch as she came. Her climax coated the thin glass neck within her, her legs trembling as the Powerpuff girl fell and rolled onto her back. She used her legs to hold the beaker inside her, humping it gently throughout her orgasm. She would buck her hips, lift her ass off the bed to push it as deep as she could before letting herself go limp on the bed. Buttercup panted as she gazed up at the ceiling, her hand resting gently on the slight bulge protruding from her stomach. Every breath was tainted with the scent of her lust while her inner walls hugged around the glass tube.
"Fuck..." she sighed. Slowly Buttercup lifted her legs to slide the beaker up and out of her slit. Unbeknownst to her, the cork in the neck had gradually become loose with each thrust onto the beaker. It caught on her lips and popped out as the neck was pulled free from her body. The black liquid inside poured out from the opening and splashed over her crotch.
"Ah, crap," she muttered. Buttercup quickly lifted the beaker and jammed its cork back into the neck. "Damnit," she sighed. She looked down between her legs as the black liquid soaked into her skin.
"What the hell?" she whispered. Buttercup's crotch had acted like a sponge, seemingly absorbing the liquid within her. She quickly lifted the beaker to inspect its contents. In her lust, she hadn't paid much attention to what she had grabbed. All Buttercup cared about was what could get her off. She tilted the beaker, tipping the remaining liquid to read the label printed on the glass.
X
Buttercup's eyes grew wide; she was already feeling it starting to affect her body. The beaker slipped from her grasp as a lump in her skin formed directly above her pussy. It began to expand and grow like a thin balloon swelling from her crotch. Buttercup was speechless. Her change didn't feel painful, just weird. She watched in disbelief as a cock grew before her very eyes. It quickly grew to six inches, it was hard, and Buttercup felt it twitch as it begged to be touched.
"I... I..." Buttercup was at a loss for words. She hesitated for a second before reaching out to touch her new tip. She curiously wrapped her hand around her cock and squeezed. Buttercup cooed softly and gave herself a gentle tug. She froze; she felt that. She actually felt her own cock.
"This... this was real," she said. Buttercup eyed her new shaft as she slid her hand down its length. Her foreskin slipped down over the head of her penis to expose the dark pink head underneath, only to hide it again when she pulled it back up.
"Whoa..." Buttercup was speechless. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had her eyes glued to her new cock, watching it as she slowly moved her hand up and down.
After a sold minute of gentle jerking, Buttercup noticed a small glob of transparent liquid seep out from the tip of her shaft. She wiped it off on her hand and brought it to her face. A grin crossed her lips. She had been with the Rowdyruff Boys enough times to know precum when she saw it. Buttercup sniffed the small damp spot on her hand before she wiped her finger on her tongue. She glanced back down, her new cock twitching in anticipation between her legs.
"Guess where you're going," Buttercup grinned at it. In her mind, her idea seemed pretty straightforward. "This shouldn't be too difficult." She rested her head on Bubbles' pillow and lifted her legs into the air. Her bare bum cheeks left the soft surface of the bed as she bent her knees and brought them down toward her face. She licked her lips as her cock was suddenly inches away from her lips.
"Piece of cake," Buttercup smiled as she opened her mouth. She pushed her hips a little further until she felt her cock slip inside her mouth. She closed her lips around her shaft, her eyes rolling up towards the tops of their sockets as she tasted her own penis for the first time. Buttercup wrapped her arms behind her legs as she fed herself more of her dick. She could see her slit below her shaft, moist and glistening with anticipation. Slowly, she pulled her hips back and felt her cock withdrawing from her mouth. It came free from her lips with a gentle pop, and Buttercup held it right in front of her face. She leaned forward and circled the head with her tongue, mimicking the actions she had taken with Blossom's toy. She collected another few drops of precum, and she smacked her lips together to sample her brand new fluids.
"Oh, yeah. I'm going to enjoy having you around," Buttercup grinned. She planted a small kiss on the tip of her shaft before pushing it back inside her mouth.
Buttercup began to rock her hips back and forth. She used the momentum to fuck her own mouth. With her head propped up on Bubbles' pillow, she quickly found that she could take every inch, and her top lip would just barely touch her clit. She could feel her cock bumping against the back of her throat while she pressed her tongue to slide along its length. She swung her legs back and squeezing her lips around her dick as she pumped it in and out. Several drops of precum leaked onto her tongue while one of her hands shifted to her damp slit. She started rubbing her pussy as she sucked herself, making her groan around her cock. Buttercup could feel a strange yet familiar sensation building up within her. It was a different feeling from how she usually came, yet it still felt incredibly familiar. Buttercup decided that she must be close to her first orgasm. She just needed a little bit more to get herself off. She pulled her cock from her mouth and wiped her hand over her pussy. She collected as much of her moisture as she could and smeared it over her shaft. Satisfied with the addition of the extra flavor, Buttercup plunged her dick back into her mouth.
Buttercup quickly felt her cum rushing through her cock. She grabbed her legs and pulled them down to bury as much of herself into her mouth as she could. Her first load of thick, warm seed splashed against the back of her throat. Her new cock flooded her mouth, bathing her tongue in pearly white cum. She didn't swallow but instead chose to let it pool inside her lips. She slowly began to pull back her hips and withdraw her cock from her mouth. Buttercup watched as it pulsed against her lips, each twitch spraying another rope into her mouth. She pulled it free just in time for the final spurt to splash across her face. Her legs collapsed, and she swallowed her load in one big gulp. Buttercup lay on the bed, panting with her hand on her stomach, enjoying the afterglow from her orgasm. She reached to grab the beaker of Chemical X and held it high above her head. Buttercup smiled as she swirled what was left around the circular container. She felt the stickiness of her first climax still on the neck, and she brought it down to lick her off the glass neck. Her other hand went down to her still hard cock and began to gently stroke herself while she cleaned her mess. Buttercup smacked her lips at her taste and lifted herself into the air.
"I'd better clean this up properly before I put this back," she muttered to herself. She glanced down at the beaker. The black label on the glass was almost invisible while the dark liquid sloshed behind it.
"Yeah, Blossom's going to love this."
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