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Rated: GC · Interactive · Erotica · #2185389
Rocky get sucked into one of his favorite sitcoms however anything can happen. ANYTHING!
This choice: Sabrina goes in the locker room  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

Futa Room Talk

    by: bastian Author IconMail Icon
Sabrina gulps with a scared look on her face and turns to you. "You better stay here!" as she takes a deep breath and goes in the locker room. She walked slowly and quietly as if she was the one being chased in the horror movie and peaked slightly around the corner to see the tatters of her shoes that led her eyes to all ten feet of Libby sitting in the corner of some lockers, the benches kicked out of her way. Her cheerleading top was stretched to almost fraying with her huge breasts looking like they were shoved inside it. Her skirt was barely better than a g-string now as she sat with her legs in the air and cock almost at Sabrina's eye level bounced as Libby wrapped her giant delicate fingers around the shaft and head and teased herself hard as her smooth balls bounced on the floor underneath. Sabrina saw her looked away cowering back behind the corner.

Sabrina took a deep breath and tried to think of her next move when suddenly her Quizmaster appeared. "Hey Sabrina!" he smiled at her as she about leapt out of her skin as the audience laughed. "What are you doing here!?" Sabrina asked trying to stay quiet while she hit him in the arm. "Besides, this is a GIRL'S locker room!" Quizmaster nodded and with a twitch of his finger he was sporting an outfit similar to Sabrina's with an unconvincing blonde wig on.

The audience got a big laugh as Sabrina looked on. "You look ridiculous!" as Quizmaster put his hands on his hips.

"Well I didn't have any great inspiration nearby to go by!" Another big laugh as Sabrina asked him again what he was doing here at a time like this.

Quizmaster looked confused. "I was just coming to see how you were... doing..." He slowly peaked around the corner and saw Libby. His eyes bugged out as he leaned back behind the corner. "Dang!" he said as Sabrina put a hand on her forehead and started stressing about what to do.

"Sabrina, I think you have a bigger problem here than you think." Sabrina rolled her eyes and shot back "You don't think THAT's a big problem?" GThe audience laughed as Quizmaster came in close to her.

"If I'm right when I looked in Libby's eyes I saw the visage of one of the most heinous criminals from the Other Realm!" Sabrina gasped and asked who it was. "A Warlock so feared, so menacing, so despised" Sabrina cut him off as he started getting a little too into the description.

"So dramatic!" Another laugh rang out as Quizmaster gave her a stare.

"Fine, ever read about the Roman Empire and some of the weirder emperors? Like the one who married a 12 year old boy? He wasn't crazy, he was possessed by this guy. Sounds like he thinks it's a big joke to take over Libby and give her the biggest dick I've seen since your aunt Hilda was dating Wilt Chamberlain!" Sabrina looked confused for a moment and asked who he was. Quizmaster put a hand over her mouth. "You can't say his name or else he might be unleashed again!"

Sabrina huffed "Well judging by Libby's man handle over there I would say he's plenty unleashed!" The audience laughed as Quizmaster told her there might be another way to get him out of Libby but she wasn't going to like it. "What do I have to do? Have a debate about economics with her?"

"Umm, noo" Quizmaster cringed. "It was written he could be dislodged if he was...expelled from the body."

"Well I know Libby's a cheerleader but I don't think she's into binging and purging" Sabrina got a horrified look on her face "There's no other good way for him to get out of her is there?" Quizmaster shook his head 'No' as Sabrina shivered at the thought of either outcome.

"So how do we do this?" Sabrina asked trying to psyche herself up.

"Well, you have the advantage of surprise" he tried to give her advice as they heard Libby in a sultry voice say "SAA-BRRIII-NAAAA..." Quizmaster looked at Sabrina "Gotta go!" and disappeared as the audience laughed. Sabrina gulped and walked around the corner.

"H-Hi Libby!" she waved meekly as Libby sat spread legged in the corner looking slyly at her. Libby beckoned her closer crooking a finger. "I, ahh, I'm flattered you think so hard... er high... of me." She stammered as the audience laughed.

Libby's face got a little less devious as she spoke. "You'll have to do. I was hoping it was Angela Hartman from the cheerleading squad but after she talked to one of the basketball players without my permission I think the attraction was gone." Sabrina looked off to her left to see a dorky looking girl contorted into a locker begging to be let out.

"Libby! Who is that!? I know you're not that cruel!" Libby shrugged as Sabrina saw a gleam in her eye that made Sabrina's blood run cold.

"Why don't you come closer?" Libby beckoned to her and Sabrina was whisked across the floor in a flash. She stopped square in Libby crotch staring right at the meatiest pole she'd ever seen. it wouldn't even fit in her mouth it was so big. She caught a whiff of the precum glistening at the top of the head and almost lost her lunch.

"Whew, this is pretty bad" Sabrina muttered under her breath "But I gotta help Libby!"

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2. Eats Libby Ass

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