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Of Cumming Age	By : Demon_Casket Category: +1 through F > Amazing World of Gumball, The Views: 35160 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball, its fandom, or any of its characters. This is a work of fiction and has been made completely without profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Of Cumming Age
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Finale
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                Penny trudged home, squeezing her legs together. She was irritated…very irritated. However, she wasn’t irritated in the angry sense. It was her own body that bothered her.
Her delicate situation started a few days earlier when she noticed that her shell was chafing. The areas around her holes, between her legs, were becoming warmer, redder, and the shell around them was beginning to chip. She privately asked about it from her mother, who quickly embraced her, telling Penny that she was ‘becoming a woman’ and would soon enough need to parade around in a skirt and panties.
                Penny thought nothing of her situation…that is, until she started getting a light itching sensation. Earlier in the day, it was easy to ignore. Now, walking home from school, she was in dire need to relieve herself. Her underside was a little sore, the shell around the area was soaking wet from juices leaking from her lips, and, often today, boys discretely flocked around her, asking her what her ‘new scent’ was and telling her that it was really, really nice. All the while, she was trying to disguise her ‘situation’ with various books, trays, and other large, defensive forms of armor plating. It was especially difficult when Gumball was around, since she seemed to get even more soaked in his presence.
                Now, finally, safe behind the sanctity of her own door to her own house, she breathed a sigh of relief that there were no unforgiving shenanigans on her, today.
                “Mom? Dad? Is anyone home?” Penny called out. When no one answered, she was, in a sense, relieved. It meant simply that she had the house all to herself.
                Penny rushed upstairs, trotted into her room, and locked the door behind her. She threw her books and school things aside and began inspecting the warm, juicy regions of her budding womanhood. Her shell was soaked sore, and, where there once was a simple slit in her shell, the leaky area in question was now very softened and swollen. It had developed and unveiled itself as a new, beautiful, young pussy, a sight to behold and be proud of…if it weren’t for the current situation. It was tender and sensitive, yet, she could find no other way to relieve herself of its terrible itch. She gently began rubbing and massaging it. “Oooh…ffff…ahhh…” she moaned incessantly. Her fingers were hard of reaching, and, they were also a little rough. She needed something to relieve her of her woes, but, she did not know what it was.
                She stepped over to her bed and rolled her body into a laying position, widely spreading her legs, and attempted to stretch her arms down to continue touching her labia, but, it was still quite difficult. For some reason, as she laid back and tried various techniques to rub her itch out, she just couldn’t find relief. Oddly enough, she started thinking of Gumball, thinking, without a sense of understanding why, that he was the only one who could give her what she needed. “…Oh, Gumball…” she cried out with such longing, “…I need you here…baaaaaaad!…”
                Gumball came lightheartedly through the door…of his home, mind you, with a blissful gleam. He couldn’t help but recollect on Penny’s lovable odds and ends today. The way she smiled seemed oddly more innocent, sweeter in fact, and the gentle perfume that wafted from her body was like that of freshly baked cinnamon bread. “Ahhhahahahhhh…Penny…” his voice nearly shuddered as he began skipping the short pathway to the kitchen for a snack. However, once he breached the archway dividing the dimly lit livingroom from the sunbathed solace of the kitchen, he was surprised to find his mother having a nice, quiet chat with someone he didn’t know, yet, looked quite familiar. She was definitely female, as Gumball gathered from her image…looking much like a skinnier yet taller version of Penny.
                “Oh, Gumballeh, dear…this is Mrs. Fitzgerald, Penny’s mother.” Nicole said with a light storm in the look of her face, “She came by, because…um…well, she has something to ask you…”
                Gumball smirked and scrunched his own brow in confusion, joining the same look that the two ladies were hiding with forced smiles. “Ohhhhwwwkay?...” was all Gumball could say.
                “Ehem…yes…” Mrs. Fitzgerald began, a voice much like Penny’s, only more mature, “…Gumball, dear…have a seat. I need to talk to you about a lady’s…special time of need…”

                Mrs. Fitzgerald spoke for what seemed like hours, yet, she more likely occupied only the span of 40 minutes. She spoke carefully, something about how lady peanuts don’t quite mature or develop quite like other people do and that they need the tender care, consideration, and…‘servicing’…a certain kind of servicing from a committed, devoted loved one, who was willing to do all that was necessary for her comfort, especially on the eve of her full maturity. She also said that, for Penny, this was that time. There were a great, many, confusing things that spouted from the troubled woman’s lips, with Gumball barely hanging on to any of it.
                “Okay, okay…” Gumball said at the end of it, “…So, I get the part about me being there for Penny. And frankly, Mrs. Fitzgerald, I am no less than delighted to do everything in my power to make sure she is as…um, comfortable?...as possible, but, I don’t think that I can do this…without her da…uhh, Mr. Fitzgerald…y-your husband…”
                Mrs. Fitzgerald smiled a sweet, whimsical smile. “Ohh, don’t worry about him.” she said, flinging a hand playfully forward, “His side of things is aaalready taken care of.”
                “Ohhhkayhhh…” Gumball heaved several breaths of relief. After he realized his body going completely limp, he straightened himself out, puffed up his chest, and saluted. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Fitzgeraled, I will do my utmost to keep Penny…uh…what am I supposed to be doing again?”
                Mrs. Fitzgerald sucked in a hard breath that seemed to slam her mouth shut. Her cheeks went red like cherries and her furrowed brow began beading with sweat.
                “Ahem…don’t worry about that…aheheh…I’ll take it from here.” Nicole seemed to relieve the tension from Mrs. Fitzgerald’s body like a deflating balloon.
                “Whew…thanks, sweetie.” she said to Nicole. “Far be it from me to describe…or…educate YOUR son on the…ahem…fine points of nature.”
                “Agreed.” Nicole said resting a hand upon her chest.
                “Well, I’m off.” Mrs. Fitzgerald said as she rose from the table. “I’ve got to see if Penny needs anything for her…delicate situation.”
                Gumball and Nicole saw Mrs. Fitzgerald to the door, saying a few reassurances and setting a few social dates or so. When they finally closed the door, they were alone, with Nicole squarely addressing her, poor, clueless little boy.
                “Sweetie?” she said, resting her hands upon the boy’s shoulders and taking a good, long breath with closed eyes, apparently preparing herself for something big. She let it all out and then looked again with troubled eyes upon her boy. “I’m going to take a quick shower…and when I’m done, I’ll meet you in your room.” was all she said before she took a slightly low-speed trek up to the bathroom.
                As Gumball stood and watched his mom disappear around the corner, he could only guess at what she had to say to him, as, it seemed, it had the weight of an anvil in it. But, if it would help him get the better on what he should do and how he should treat his Penny, he was ready…to do anything.
                Gumball waited obliviously in his room, rapping away at some handheld videogame and waiting for his mother’s call. After a half hour or so, there came a gentle knocking at his door…
                “…Gumball? May I come in?” Nicole’s voice gently came from the other side.
                “Sure, mom.” Gumball simply answered.
                When Nicole entered, she found Gumball engrossed in his game, slowly spinning in a swiveling desk chair. She needed his full attention, so, she gently asked, “Gumball, sweetie? Could you turn that off for a second, dear?”
                Oddly enough, Gumball lost shortly after. “Ugh…sure, mom.” he said and lightly tossed it aside. Gumball looked up to find Nicole dressed in a simple bath towel, holding it closed with one hand above her breasts. Naturally, he suspected nothing special of this, not even when she closed and locked the door behind her.
                Nicole came and sat down before Gumball on his bunk. “Now, Gummypuss,” she began, “I need you to pay attention and do exactly what I say, because, everything that I show you is what you’ll need to know to take good care of Penny, alright?”
                “Sure, mom. I’m listening.” Gumball answered.
                “And, the most important part…about what we’re about to do…you can’t tell anyone, understand, not even Penny, where you learned it from…alright?” Nicole spoke in a slightly nervous tone, her eyes telegraphing her seriousness and worry to her son.
                “Okay, mother, you have my word as a Waterson.” Gumball spoke like some kind of noble gentleman.
                Nicole smiled at that, loosening up a bit and breathing a little easier. “Okay…” she said with a slight exhale, “…now…pay attention, dear…this is really important…” Nicole scooted back towards the wall and gently spread her legs. Presenting herself well, in a good view, she even furthered the experience by pulling up the bath towel to expose everything.
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