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The Glue That Holds Us Together	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Toy Story Views: 13927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He felt himself a world apart.
He spun around, trying to see something different.
Yet it just... went on.
He tried to look beyond it - hoping to find the seams.
Floating rocks tumbled weightlessly around a blue swirling galaxy of stars and planets, and in the middle of all this amazing wonder, he stood alone on this platform.
"Where am I?"
You're with me, cow poke.
Jessie?
He called out to her, but nobody responded.
From underneath a overhanging stone, he stepped out from what he thought were the shadows, but solid light illuminated the platform - it wasn't too bright. It wasn't too dark. He was naked, but never cold. In fact, it didn't even feel awkward. It just felt like the natural state of being. He rapped his toes against the marble beneath his feet; surprisingly soft. The pain from yesterday seemed faded, and he was no longer road rashed. He counted each digit, just to be sure. Things were... odd, though his fingers were even.
I've always wanted to bring someone here.
Her words floated in his head, calming rather than alarming.
Please don't be afraid when ya see me.
When he first heard the footsteps, he about flipped out - but he stopped as soon as he saw her - his jaw left hanging.
She had pulled her long hairtail over her shoulder, her fingers stringing along it like it were a harp. She then let it fall down across her heart. "What do you think?" She showed off her smooth arms, her own eyes somewhat not even believing what she was seeing, following her elbow to wrist. "I didn't want to scare you." Jessie kept one knee crossed in front of the other, her legs closed together. He wasn't scared, but he did act like a five year old introduced to new relatives for the first time; trying to seem more pensive than avoiding her - thinking that this southern belle had picked him of all people?
Large engorged tits that hung naked and beautiful like she were Eve herself. Pale and freckled, her skin was like porcelain. She was older than him - by how much, he wasn't sure. She was taller and even lankier than he could have imagined. She was like a goddess. He was the one who felt miniscule for a change.
Her green eyes practically sparkled - and instead of the nylon red, she had this wicked flaming orange hair color. It had real details from where he stood, and saw where it got lighter, and where it got darker. Her crotch just as firey, a tasteful set of trimmed hairs that formed into the shape of a bush.
"You're..." He sized her up again, not believing it fully yet. "You're really tall." She was full sized - like a real girl - no that wasn't right - like a real woman. It was the first time he ever had to look UP at her.
"And you're..." Jessie moved her finger in front of his face like it were a fly, buzzing about.
Then she bopped his nose. "Just right."
"Jess-eee!" His eyes popped out of his head. "You got these... these..." His hands grabbed endlessly at the air in front of him, to simulate what she had, but his hands weren't big enough to do them justice. "Wow!" He tried to focus on anything but her body. "Jessie? What is this place?"
"It's my imagination."
"YOUR imagination? You mean..." He leaned in and whispered. "You did this?"
"Yup. It's where I most wanna be."
He double checked everything again. "But there's nothing here." He stated a little animated.
Her eyes relaxed, half lidded, a longing in them only he recognized. "But it's just you and me." Jessie bent over very far forward just to be eye to eye with him, in a way that if she were wearing a top, he could see down her shirt's cleavage.
The corners of his lips were slow to raise, but eventually she got a smirk out of him.
A smirk that faded, thinking back to his betrayal.
Jessie gives him this... what did he give her?
His arm extended, his fingers waving about, still trying to comprehend, the grandeur of this place. "I'm sorry. I... I don't deserve this." His hand covered his mouth, as his face dipped. "After... everything I did..." He nearly choked. He couldn't find himself, falling to a knee; twisted up inside. His face became an ugly grimace, as hot tears streaked in matted waves; his hands could never be fast enough to cover it up, let alone wipe away everything. "After everything I did..." He repeated it to himself as he tasted iron drips from his nose snotty; his hand waved across this vastness that abounded them. He broke down again.
Jessie cradled him, stroking him, holding him close despite his face faucet. "Hush... shhh... shhh..." Her voice soothing. Her skin soft. Her boobs even softer. She squeezed him closer. "It's okay. I know yer mixed up, kid."
He sniffled up, before jamming some fingers into his eyes, swiping them and reclaiming his dignity, though his eyes were still wet and hot, as he cleared his throat. His voice still croaky. "Don't tell me you invited me here purely for us to..." His hands and arms raised, a smugness in him, as he felt like he was really coming into his own.
"Screw like jackrabbits?"
His fingers twisted as he nodded timidly.
"'Fraid so." She put her hands on her hour glass shaped, flesh hued hips. "And we're not leaving till I get a piece of you."
He had seen her naked so many times before, he had bumped his penis up against her body and face - yet now... he was bashful. He was unsure. Being with someone like Stephanie was one thing, but he didn't even get past first base with her. What was Jessie gonna do? The thought worried him and excited him all the same.
"You're blushin' like crazy..." She tilted his head upwards. "What's a matter? You lookin' like you never seen me nekkid before."
"Well, you were..." He cleared his throat. "Smaller than me, in everyway you could be small... but now, you're all like..." He rubbed the back of his ear. "Grown up. I kinda felt like I was the older one before."
"You're still plenty grown up in my books." She said as she reached down, using a solitary finger of hers to bounce his strengthening erection up and down with a teasing sensation. He grabbed at her wrist, pulling - he was surprised at how tender it seemed. Jessie knelt down in front of him, having to crouch a bit more to account for his size. He remembered when his penis would cover her up - now his thingie was a toy in Jessie's hands. She was full of whimsie as she looked it up and down from every whichway she could think of, as if framing it to memory, and in this human body, it was less cartoonish - and more... sincere. Maybe even judgemental, as she was perfection, while he was anything but. The way her eyelids would squint sometimes, or her eyebrows would raise as her forehead would cinch a little, added a degree of realism to Jessie he wasn't sure he was ready for. "I remember when this was so much bigger lookin'..."
"Hey..."
She worked his shaft, getting a groan from him. "Don't worry about it. You ain't even hit your growth spurt, squirt." His prick seemed so small in her grasp that he no longer felt like the domineering force, instead, he seemed a little ashamed to show it to her, but there was no place to hide, nowhere to cower. It was just them on this plateau. She continued, peeling him down again, then letting his skin rise back up, her eyes admiring his member like she had never seen one before, curious.
She placed a kiss onto it, her plush lips propping it up over her philtrum. Nuzzling it, letting it wobble around, it left smearing stains as he saw her nose crinkle, an obvious sniff of it from her.
Jessie then smiled big.
Like it were a treat, his weiner got gobbled up by Jessie, disappearing entirely; her neck rolling with it. The noise of it when she swallowed it was so gross, so visceral... but he liked it, especially in how SHE liked it, her face that of a hungry cats, licking her chops - but when those large green eyes looked up, it made him cover up his face in embarrassment, as he couldn't believe a girl like her was doing this to him. Loud popping noises had him stop hiding, as the wet pressure stopped. He saw her run up one side, then the other, trailing her tongue up each part leading up to his head, before taking it back in. Wincing, his knuckles popped, then flared, unsure of where to put all this energy. Involuntarily, his toes would raise him, and every time he nearly lost his footing, she propped him up, making sure he wasn't going anywhere.
"Jessie stop! I'm gonna-I'm gonna-!" She refused to let go, her hands digging into his hips, and he clenched, holding her head deeply down into himself - the only noise in this strange place being the determined breathing that came through her nose. Part of him was genuinely worried that she might devour it like some kind of wild animal. The wet pressure from before returned, more like a vacuum this time, and it felt like Jessie wouldn't stop until he peed all over her mouth and throat.
He came, a familiar feeling. His confusion from before about needing to 'go' cleared up. Yet it wasn't over and done with as it usually was, as she kept going. He wanted to pry her off or something, but she was in total control, her tongue swirling around every bend she could find, an all encompassing slurping, almost painful like it was somehow a straw, yet it felt good.
When she pulled back, letting him fall free from her lips, their gazes met. Jessie dabbled around the cum, showing off to him the stringy curdled white mess on her tongue, before she gulped it down loudly and proudly; her right hand of hers grazing her clavicle, pressing down her palm, her fingers long and manicured; a look of quiet, closed eyed, satisfaction, her neck wafting. Her eyelashes fluttered. "I've wanted to do that to you since forever."
He couldn't even process how gross that looked.
He covered his wang, the mild exposure to air now leaving him a bit cold feeling, his knees buckling. He expected comfort, but instead, she left him. He seemed so disoriented at first, but she had only gone a few meters. Jessie had reclined herself out, looking even longer than she would just standing, as Jessie patted a space on herself, looking like a beach bunny model in pics he'd download off the net. He crawled awkwardly over her, trying not to push down on her by accident, as he made his way to what he'd call her middle.
Only then did he realise what he truly had, and what he could do.
He held her tiny waist, laying kisses down her navel; actually able to take in everything about her, all the little details of her strawberry blemished skin. Her pale and freckled body, was nothing like the flesh colored plastic of the toy form, as he counted the amount of dots on her shoulder blade. One, two...
He hit fifty five before stopping, knowing the effort would be fruitless. Yet he hoped he'd have all time in the world to practice counting them one day.
Her nose had nostrils. It wasn't something he usually looked for in a girl, but with Jessie the way she was now, he loved the flush, strawberry colored little protusion. Why was he thinking about her nose again?
Their lips met - and like a lifelong dream he only had a month ago, he finally got to do what he always wanted to do with her. He swirled his tongue around her mouth, as Jessie let him. his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place as he explored her flawless gums and her perfect teeth - some of which looked bigger than his fingerprints.

When he surfaced for air, he panted like a dog. "I think you're ready for round two."
Huh?
She made eyes downward.
He looked, seeing his boner having grown refreshed again on her pillowy thigh. He humped her without penetrating, like he hadn't learned a thing. Being with Jessie taught him confidence with girls, but now, he felt like he was truly a babe in the woods in comparison to Jessie, who was assuredly hunting him on horseback.
But his fears were extinguished by a single stray hand of hers, and a glowing look of assuredness. Jessie leaned forward, her hand grazing his torso, before grabbing a full hold of him, before guiding him once again. Lined up, he felt like he was playing pool with his own body, and for once in his life with Jessie, he felt overwhelmed; the size of her pussy now capable of ensnaring his penis, the feeling of her entrance inviting against his tip, it was the first time he truly felt out of his element with the size comparison, as awkward thoughts of whether or not she'd like it or even feel it entered his head.
They consummated in the middle of the platform together, their connection like a hot knife through butter. Jessie's hand locked onto the nape of his neck as he penetrated for the first time, a look of pain, but her grip loosened as she got used to it. "Slow down there, bucko." Her other hand pressed to his chest, as she metered out his pleasure, Jessie watching their groins conjoining intently. His brain was on autopilot, as he wanted to be all the way inside her at all times, yet she knew better. He was stuck, wanting to experience more of her depths, but couldn't.
"Jessie, please."
"Alright."
As soon as she let him, he swizzled his hips awkwardly, churning her up as best he could, his idea of pleasuring a woman. "Oh-mah-wow." Was her response, and it made him feel like he was twenty inches long down there. Being with Jessie was the first true heat he had felt since being here, as the inside of her sweltering pussy made it feel like his penis melted with every thrust, the feeling of squishy sliding felt weird, but natural. Like they always should have been doing this. As he made entry/re-entry, his hips bucked wildly against her, yet nothing he did phased her, always having that warm face of assured angelic acceptance in repose. At first, it was about his pleasure, with Jessie along for the ride. Now he was trapped in her web of legs and arms, as she was unwilling to let him go. It felt like she was draining him of his essence.
"JjEEesssSSsYyyyY" He whinnied, as he unleashed his seed deep inside with a wincing cry. He collapsed atop her, his face falling between her jugs. Jessie only brushed the top of his head, cooing in his ear.
"Phew. I imagined how gud it'd feel with ya, but never did I think it'd feel like this."
"Yeah I know!" He responded with breathy excitement. They laid together like that, his face rolling around her pink teets, eventually, he felt familiar enough to suckle in one of them. As he moved from one and then to the other, undecided of which was more of his favorite. Like before, she didn't seem to mind, even as he started nibbling lightly with his teeth on the nearly seethrough pink areola.
"Hold on, I got an idea." Jessie grabbed him by his shoulders, and pushed him back to the ground, this time, he was laying on his back.
With two fingers, she splayed out her pink lips, showing off parts of a woman even he didn't know about. It was pink with flush red skin, and he wanted to see more of it. Her knees bent outward, and he saw her inner thighs flex and tighten, muscles working to hold herself up and bring her down. She seemed so tough and strong... he kinda wanted to wrestle her.
Presenting his hardness upright to her nether lips, she lowered down into his groin, and if she were any heavier, she might have crushed his pelvis, but she was the right amount for a boy his age to handle. Jessie looked behind herself, as she planted a hand on his stomach. She adjusted herself, her hips rocking. He watched her hood envelope his length entirely as she slid down his pole - the only thing not inside her were his testicles with her all the way down. Then she rose up and dropped, leaving his rod slickened looking. Her pearly, moon colored stomach, became tight and taut whenever she raised herself, before plunging herself back into his lap. He palmed her large bouncing udders, each one too much for his hands -- they felt more natural unimpeded, hypnotizing him as they bounced to and fro.
Falling forward, her chin thrusted forward, as her tongue pressed behind one of her fangs. "Pucker up those lips, big boy." She said with a hint of snarky sexual aggression, her body with the movements of a predator. He did as told, and her chin sliced the air as she swooped down onto his face in an angle, planting those big lips on him again. Her eyes shut, while his remained open, unsure of what she might do next. "Mmmmmm." Her cheeks sucked in like she was tasting something sour; their already rosy red color hitting a make-up like blush that he didn't know was possible. As she moaned loudly into his mouth, it reverberated inside his head and made him all tingly.
Jessie wanted him.
All of him.
Yet he was too scared of her. Thinking maybe this was still some illusion.
His timid hands raised.
He felt her skin raise up in goosebumps, then slowly settle.
He felt the oils in her skin, and the dead skin that rubbed off.
He could smell her. She had this natural sweaty smell, like she had never showered after doing some hard work on a farm. It was an oddly appealing musk coming from her.
Two became one, as he clutched her tightly. And as he squeezed her ass cheeks, and felt them fold and squish in his palms... he knew he was home.
Her tongue hung out the side of her mouth, a lurid expression of passion, like something she might have learned from those videos, as strands of her hair had gotten loose and sweaty over her forehead. "It's coming again, Jess!"
"Oooooh and so am I!" His toes curled as Jessie's neck jolted upwards, her eyes hitting the top of her head, as her wrists locked at her shoulders in a clawed position. She mouthed a non-verbal snarl, before she gradually lowered down on him, letting out a long exhale through whistling lips. He felt himself shrink, falling out of her. Relief washing over him. "That was fun. Real fun -- but you know what would be REAL fun?" She asked with a cheshire grin.
He was excited as he was nervous to ask. What else could they do? "What?"
Without another word, she jammed her slender fingers into his ribs. Her fingernails were long but not scratching, before running with verve up his body and to his pits. His arms fell to his sides like useless appendages as his feet flailed. It felt like she had twenty fingers with the speed and ferocity that she had - and for all he knew she did have twenty fingers. She went up and down his whole body, trying to find the ticklish spots, even grabbing hold of his feet to give the bottoms of them a pass over. His eyes watered as he tried to fight back, offering up meager defenses to her sheer dominance over him. "JESSIE! JESSIE STOP!" He laughed and giggled while losing his breath. "HUUUUH-HUUUUH-HAHHAHAHA" Nobody had done this to him since he was a kid, memories flooding back.
"Why?" She continued. "Make me." Offering no reprieve.
"JESSIE! JESSIE! I'M GONNA WHIZZ MYSELF!" He heaved up another laugh.
After saying that, only then did she let off. He shot up, his eyes instinctual, like he had just woken up or had been hit by lightning. He met her face again, her breasts bunched up as she hunched over him, knees held closed, the corner of her lip raising.
Standing up, he was tired, yet so refreshed. Like he could take on the world. He fist pumped with both hands.
He leapt atop Jessie, and she caught him with ease, as he laid rapid kisses along her neck. She then cricked it. "Now yer gonna tickle me? I don't think so." They play wrestled, his chompers out as he tried to nibble the more vulnerable parts of her throat, and Jessie did her best to avoid it. She was like the older sister he never had, and the kinda girlfriend he could only wish for. He did have his limits though, and she got him all tuckered out. He rested on her, her fingers tousling his hair.
"Jessie, you never told me why you saved me."
"I didn't think you'd like the answer."
"I think I can handle it." He pushed up, looking proudly down at her with a hint of friendly smugness. "I'm a man now."
Jessie seemed confused, then smiled. "Of course. Alright."
She sat up, crossing her legs. He did the same thing, looking eagerly up to her.
"There was this girl... she was named Emily."
Emily...
Emily...
Who the hell was Emily?
And it was like she heard him.
"I loved Emily - but she couldn't love me in the same way." Jessie sounded thoughtful with a hint of melancholy. "I understood that then. I knew I had to change... evolve -- become something else entirely." She spoke with such serious conviction that even her accent completely slipped, sounding barely anything like the Jessie he knew.
Then again, was she the Jessie he always knew?
Was moving his mouth even worth it? His voice on needles and pins. "So. If you had your Emily back, you'd forget me huh?"
She leaned forward from her sitting position, with a strange, almost alien look, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "I truly love you."
He brokedown. "Oh, Jessie." He wrapped his arms around her middle; crying into her stomach.
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Time had no place here, yet it still felt like they had to use it for all it was worth. They stroked and pawed at one another, unable to keep eachothers hands off the other. Jessie applied tiny minute scritches through his hair in such a way that had him wanting it more, as she held him tightly to her bosom, her heart beating in his ear; a serene scene of two lovers in eachothers embrace, as she seemed fascinated with every bit of hair he had, right down to the follicle.
"Jessie... I hate to ruin the moment, but you didn't explain why you saved me. You didn't love me at first sight... did you?"
Her voice was hazy, dreamlike. "Initially when I saw you, I hated that you were a boy. I wanted a girl like Emily..." He held his breath, unsure he could stand what she was about to say next. "-but when you were dyin', I had to do something - 'cause I could have ended up in a worse position than with you." He could tell she hated admitting it. "It was for a... selfish reason."
He shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe you could have gone to somebody who wanted to play with you as just a toy?"
She reaffirmed her hold on him. "Maybe - but I wouldn't have fallen in love with them like I have you."
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