“You have to pick a new priestess. It’s been centuries.”
A small, bipedal fox stared up into the branches of a large tree, a tree so large and bushy and perfect that it looked more like an artist’s impression of a tree. Up in the branches laid a stripe-furred raccoon dog, swishing its bushy tail as it stared up into the sky with its forepaws behind its head.
“Don’t want to. Haven’t found the right girl yet.”
The fox huffed. “Tanuki, if you don’t pick one, none of us can! It’s your turn, just find a girl!”
Tanuki rolled over, spreading his forepaws grandly. “Kitsune, you might be willing to bestow your gifts on just any random trollop, but I am a man of refinement and elegance. I create Art, and Art requires only the finest canvas. When such a canvas arrives, I assure you, my friend, I will-“
His nose twitched and his eyes flicked to the side. Kitsune followed his eyes. “What?”
Tanuki grinned again. “Come with me!”
**
The sun beat down on the stone path leading up the mountain from the spirit shrine. Malke wiped her brown, flicking away the layer of sweat. Kimiko bounced her way up the path like it was a treadmill. Malke had originally been excited to join her friend on a hike up the mountain as part of her holiday to Japan, but something about it had her utterly defeated. Her rail-thin legs wobbled, her chest heaved, her bushy brown hair was slick with sweat.
“Kimmy, I can’t keep going. Can we head back?”
Kimiko’s brow wrinkled. “Seriously? We’ve barely started! I want to get a picture at the top of the mountain!”
“I can’t do it. I need to stop. I feel really weird.”
Kimiko groaned. Malke had assured her she’d be fine with a short hike. “Well, I’m not stopping. You go back. I’ll see you in an hour or so.”
Malke trudged back along the path to the shrine, leaving Kimiko to continue on without her. She didn't regret the decision - even now she was still feeling short of breath, and her legs were starting to ache.
Halfway back, though, it had gotten worse. Far worse than she'd ever felt after a low-impact walk. Sweat was drenching her tank-top, dripping from her face. Beyond just aching, her body felt... full. Like she'd overeaten, but not just her stomach, every inch of her. There was a stream a little way off the path, and she made her way down to it, groaning the whole time, before she knelt down next to it and splashed some water on her face.
Christ, I need to get more sleep. Look at those dark circles. She furrowed her brow, realising she hadn't seen them when she got ready that morning. These were so dark she looked like she'd been punched in both eyes. I didn't hit myself on anything... What the fuck?
The sensation of fullness surged, like she'd squeezed in dessert. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. In fact, there was a pleasant aspect to it. She sat down on the soft grass next to the stream, legs spread, trying to catch her breath and get on top of the strange sensations flooding through her.
As she sat down, she felt the waist and cuffs of her shorts cut into her slightly. She wiggled, trying to reseat them, but the pressure didn't go away. They weren't just sitting improperly, they actually felt too tight. She took a deep breath, and went wide-eyed as she felt her t-shirt grow tight around her torso. Looking down, she realised her shirt, that had been reasonably loose when she'd packed it, was now quite full - of her.
The first thing she noticed was her boobs looked humongous. Compared to the flabby little B cups she'd had earlier, now there was easily an extra cup size straining against her shirt. Underneath it, her tummy had never been flat, exactly, but it had never been this round. She poked herself gently, and gasped as she realised that the new flesh her shirt was stretched over was indeed hers. She shuffled backwards against the grass and groaned as her shorts grew even tighter. Her hips were starting to bulge over the sides and the cuffs were cutting into the flesh of her thighs.
Have I... gained weight? She grabbed her stomach with both hands, the motion pressing her newly-swollen breasts together and upwards. Her flesh was soft and warm, noticeably warm even for the sun-dappled day, and touching it caused delicious pleasure to slowly spread out into her body. She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts and even through the t-shirt the sensation brought up a squeaky moan from the back of her throat.
They felt good. Ever since Suzie Cross had let her feel up her E-cup tits years ago at camp, Malke had dreamed of what it'd be like to have her own pair of big, fat, fleshy funbags. Nothing she'd dreamed could compare to the real thing. A quick grope of a friend's bra-clad breasts, even if they were bigger, couldn't compare to the way her fingers sunk into her own warm, doughy flesh, the firm springiness of the skin, and most of all the delightful tingling warmth that spread out from them into her body as her hands gently mauled them.
She sat playing with her boobs in a dazed stupor, gasping and moaning, not realising that they were continuing to swell even as she groped them. The bottom of her chubby belly was now peeking out the bottom of the shirt, and flesh was bulging wherever it could out of her shorts. She started to slip it up, grunting as her expanding flesh fought back, until her breasts dropped heavily out of the fabric and she was able to slip it up and over her head.
Okay, that... was the titty drop to end all titty drops. Am I getting bigger? She palmed her breasts again and they were definitely bigger than when she'd started playing with herself. When she let them go, they slapped down heavily against the top of what was now unquestionably a big, soft tummy. She stretched her legs and went wide-eyed as the button of her shorts, already under immense pressure, finally burst.
"Sh-shit! I'm huge!" She looked down at her rising belly through the cleft of her bloated breasts, down to the smooth skin of her swelling thighs. She could hear the denim of her shorts creaking with every movement of her body. She spread her legs apart, and then shrieked as they instantly split down the sides and down the rear, leaving them little more than scraps of fabric stretched across the enormity of her butt.
She reached down to slide them off, but between the unfamiliar bulk of her upper body and how tightly the remaining denim was stretched around her curves, she had to eventually resort to tearing what was left off. Freed from their prison, her fleshy hips spread outwards along the grass. Even with her legs at a slight angle to each other, the tops of her thighs were now pressing together, and their rubbing against each other as she tried to reposition herself was almost as good as how it had felt to grope herself.
She grabbed her tummy, her fingers sinking into the new flesh, and more of that delicious relaxing warmth spread out - not as much as when she'd touched her tits but enough that could happily have sat rubbing her new belly all day. A quick test with one hand brought the same sensation from one of her still-growing hips. It was like every square inch of her plush and growing-plusher body was pleasurably sensitive.
She leaned forward, accidentally trapping her hand in a warm cleft between her tummy and her thigh, and when she reared back her breasts heaved and bounced, slapping back down against the swell of her belly. Each one was substantially bigger than her head now and pressing her hands into them made them billow on all sides around and practically envelop her hands in warm softness. Each cheek of her ass was bigger than a basketball, and even with her chubby waist growing by the second the width of her hips gave her a spectacular hourglass - just a very wide one.
She kept groping her tits, but before long another sensation started - a prickling that ran up the backs of her hands and up her arms. At the same time, a strange pressure was developing at her crotch, and other points of pressure at the bottom of her spine, over her tailbone, and on either side of the top of her head.
***
Kitsune looked over Tanuki's shoulder at his chosen girl - now easily twice as much girl as had been there earlier. "Why is it that you never choose women who are already, you know, how should I put this... fat?"
Tanuki narrowed his eyes. "Fat? How dare you! She is a Reubenesque work of art! Or, at least, she will be. Still much growing to go."
"Okay, ignoring that, why do you not choose women who are - um, already closer to your desired figure?"
Tanuki grinned, showing off sharp teeth. "Ah, my foxy friend, that is the whole game! Women who already possess such fine curves, this society mocks them for it - they have spent their whole lives learning to hate their own pulchritude! Whereas skinny girls, they know only the pleasure of growth. Especially this one, who already seems enamoured of her own breasts."
Kitsune peered in. "Yes, she does seem to be, doesn't she? Okay. So, when does the next part happen?"
Tanuki grinned again. "It's just about to start!"
***
The pressure between Malke's legs soon became so strong that she couldn't even focus on playing with herself. Grunting, she tried to see what was happening down there, but with a squeak of shock realised that while she wasn't looking she'd grown so large that there was literally no possible way for her to look between her legs without a mirror. She could barely even reach between them, thanks to the way the expanded flesh of her upper arms bumped against her breasts, impeding her from reaching around her new tummy which perched on top of gigantic thighs. She fell onto her back, panting with the effort of trying to reach herself, and realised her giant, round butt was actually propping her hips off the ground.
She rolled over onto her front with a grunt, her tits spreading out underneath her like sexy cushions. Her ass and thighs shook and wobbled with each motion of her body, and when she turned over their momentum nearly kept carrying her over. Even propping herself up on trembling arms, her tits didn't just reach down to the ground, but enough to pool against it. Her stomach brushed the grass. Her ass was the crowning jewel of her body though - with hips four feet across, her cheeks were big enough to stick out two feet behind her, gloriously round and smooth, topping thighs thicker than her entire rail-thin body used to be.
She tried to stagger one leg forward, but just the feeling of her thigh rubbing against whatever was happening under her tummy was enough to make her groan with sensation. It almost felt like her clitoris had expanded and was now being ground between her legs. Propping herself up on her arms also made her notice that her arms looked different where they were tingling. Darker. She sank back down onto her tits and gently ran her fingers down one of her forearms.
It was fur.
“What the fuck?” Malke quickly checked her other arm and confirmed – wiry fur alternating in orange and brown, moving to dark brown across her hands. Suddenly developing a body like a Neolithic fertility idol was one thing, but growing fur pushed it over the top. She pushed herself back up onto her knees, grunting and twitching as whatever was happening between her thighs kept happening, and staggered to her feet, swaying with the unfamiliar motion of her newly-expanded body. Even just turning around involved care she wouldn’t have anticipated, not to mention that even standing her thighs pressed heavily against each other.
She took a few steps toward the river, and on the third or fourth step she felt a slick weight pop out from between her legs with a pleasant buzz, again like her clitoris was being rubbed. Another step and an even larger weight pushed out from her thighs – this time it hurt a little, sending an ache into the pit of her stomach.
The shock made her stumble as she moved forward, and with her new size she wasn’t able to stop herself falling straight down on top of her tits. She felt something underneath her belly, squished between it and the soft grass – something thick and firm. Trying to move forward and rubbing herself against it made her gasp and zone out for a moment. It was sensitive, and it felt like it was tightening her muscles each time it was rubbed. Inching forward, grunting at the sensation, she caught sight of her face in the clear water of the river again – and shrieked.
A pair of rounded animal ears sprouted from either side of the top of her head, covered in brown-and-orange striped fur like her forearms. Long whiskers twitched from her cheeks. Her bushy brown hair had developed orange stripes in it as well. She reached up to the ears and brushed them with her fingertips, confirming that yes, they were real, and she could definitely feel them. Similarly, she brushed the whiskers – her whiskers – and not only could she feel them, but they felt good.
What the fuck is going on?! I need… I need help, someone from the shrine…
She hefted herself onto her knees with a grunt, then stopped again as she felt her thick thighs bump against something – something she could also feel being bumped. She rolled back, coming down on her butt with a hefty thump that set her whole body shaking and bouncing, and stretched forward, slipping her arms under the massive weight of her breasts and pushing them into her stomach to feel between her legs.
Her blood went cold as she felt something warm, and firm, just like she’d established before. The texture in her hands, though, before her belly heaved it out of her hands, was something she’d absolutely felt before. She tried again, sliding her hands under her stomach to reach and grip the thick shaft now protruding from between her thighs. She let out a breath and leaned forward a little bit more, squeezing against herself, to follow the track of loose skin that extended from below it. She didn’t need to go any further to know what that was, but judging by the weight she could feel on her legs, it was immense.
A cock. How had she grown a cock? Why had she grown a cock? She was having fun at first but this was rapidly turning into a nightmare – now she was turning into some big-breasted butterball catgirl with a penis.
She needed help. She needed to find someone who could help. She pushed forward again, trying to heft herself up onto her feet but instead falling forward as she underestimated the impetus of her own body again. This time, it let out more than just a pleasant buzz – she moaned as her flesh pulled back the thick skin of her cock, exposing the sensitive head to the cool grass.
She pushed forward again, her expanded body sloshing against her cock, the shaft squeezed between her pillowy tummy and the cushion-soft ground. All thought of running off to get help left her head as she fell into a rocking rhythm, jacking off her strange new appendage with her own expanded body. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as completely new sensations shorted out her brain.
She barely even noticed as a small tail began to rise from the bottom of her tailbone, rapidly growing in length and developing a thick, fluffy coating of striped fur. Her hands mashed down into the expanse of her gigantic breasts, bringing back that warm, satisfying pleasure as well. Her cock was pulsing and straining, edging closer to release. Her enormous ass cheeks shook and bounced with the motion, straining against her skin with implacable momentum.
Suddenly she shrieked as a number of things happened at once. First, her cock lurched even harder than it had been, pulling so hard against her muscles that it felt like it was going to tear them in half. Second, her balls, which previously had only been notable from the dull ache of them pressing against her meaty thighs, suddenly lanced with heat and pain and rapidly expanded. Third, a tremendous, piping-hot flood of thick pearly fluid exploded out from between her tits, flying over the grass and down into the clear blue waters of the stream. She howled again and another burst of fresh cum escaped from underneath her plump body, her new cock spending itself in the most spectacular fashion.
Fifteen more spine-wrenching, mind-blasting gouts of cum later, a river of the thick goop slowly rolling down the hill to the stream, Malke lay atop her deliciously soft curves, semi-comatose in the afterglow of the first orgasm of her new body. Her whiskers twitched, and her massive fluffy tail draped across her nude back. She heard the crunching of the gravel path up from the stream but couldn’t muster the strength to even look, let alone cover herself.
***
As Kimiko rounded back, heading back towards the shrine after finishing the mountain hike, she noticed an odd amount of activity and bustle. People were heading up the path, running in some cases, some of them not only from the shrine but appearing to be from the neighbouring town.
She stopped a young man in the flowing robes of the shrine, grabbing him by a baggy sleeve. “What’s happening?”
His eyes widened. “You haven’t heard? There’s a new shrine priestess! We haven’t had a new shrine priestess for centuries!”
Kimiko’s heart leapt, and she fell in behind the man in a rapid jog. A shrine priestess, at her shrine! She’d never entirely believed the stories about the shrine priestesses and their magical “blessings,” but she’d wanted to. She definitely had to accept that it was reality when she passed a woman heading the other way, clutching a shirt that was pulled tight over a pair of eye-poppingly huge breasts, ones her outfit clearly had not been designed to comfortably cover that morning.
The blessing of the shrine priestess, or one of them. Beauty, fertility, pleasure, the spirit inside the priestess could bestow it all on her worshippers. The closer she got to the shrine, the thicker the stream of radiantly beautiful, absurdly endowed people became. Some of them had to retire to either side of the path, unable to keep their hands off each other or themselves. Vast, round, perfect tits, trim stomachs, wide hips, thick, leaking cocks and hard muscles abounded – including a few more equally hot but less conventional bodytypes.
She picked up her pace. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities. They said if you were close enough to the priestess – pious enough, dedicated enough, contributed enough to the worship of their spirit, then not only could you receive her gifts but decide on the gifts yourself, even pass them onto others.
She strode through the front gate of the shrine and her jaw dropped. In the centre of the shrine, surrounded by reverent worshippers, sat a jaw-droppingly huge woman. Her vast, fat breasts projected out over a soft, round stomach. Her enormous ass spread out across the stone dais she sat on, joining gargantuan milky-white thighs. Her legs were spread, ending in almost comically tiny feet, and it was what they were spread to accommodate that truly took Kimiko’s breath away.
A shaft as thick as a soda can, fully a foot and a half long, projected out from over testicles each the size of truck tyres. They were held in a loose, almost billowy scrotum that was being lovingly attended to by several worshippers. The fact that the priestess also had round mammalian ears sprouting from the top of her head and a huge plush raccoon tail was almost an afterthought.
Tanuki! She’s a priestess of Tanuki!
The priestess’s dark-ringed eyes were closed in rapture as her attendants all gently rubbed and groped at her overripe body – nothing too energetic, just squeezing, caressing, kisses, licks and sucks. Her cock bucked and pulsed, flicking off huge globs of thick fluid that oozed from the tip, and judging by the mess on the white stone temple floor in front of her, not to mention all over a number of the shrine visitors, she had plenty to spare. One of her attendants, gently stroking the side of her breast, leaned in to her ear.
“Priestess, you have a new visitor…”
She languidly opened her eyes and looked down, then suddenly leaned forward. At the same time, Kimiko gasped with a thrill of recognition.
“Kimmy?”
“Malke?! H-how?”
“I don’t know, I just… it just happened.”
Kimiko’s breathing was slow and reverent as she approached her transformed friend. A gentle blush ran up Malke’s cheeks as she watched Kimiko’s eyes.
“How does it feel?”
Malke sighed deeply and with satisfaction, then moaned lightly as someone squeezed one of her breasts. “It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like… everything just feels right. Like this is what I’m supposed to be.”
Kimiko’s hand brushed over Malke’s stomach, and then up onto her breasts, and the girl grinned. “I’m learning to control it, too. Would you… would you like a blessing?”
Malke’s penis lurched at that statement, making Kimiko’s mouth go dry. The idea of a blessing alone was fantastic, but watching her friend like this, her transformed body, there was a need in the back of her mind and the pit of her stomach like she’d never felt before. Nothing about Malke was something she would have said was attractive before, but somehow she wanted nothing more than her friend’s body.
“I want everything you can give me.”
Saturday 9 March 2019
Friday 1 March 2019
We All Have Needs
Lucretia burrowed as far back as the hard lecture theatre seat would allow her, trying to keep her composure over the hot fog rising up her body. She knew that trying to come into a lecture with her condition was a terrible idea. A now-familiar savoury, musky smell was assailing her nostrils. Her tongue kept leaving her mouth to glide across her lips, thick, bee-stung glistening mounds that seemed to be plugged directly into her lizard brain, along with the gentle bobbling sensations from her oversized, super-sensitive breasts. She could feel the hunger building in the bottom of her stomach. The whole suite of sensations were the new normal for an addict.
Her eyes flicked over to a guy sitting at the other end of the row from her. Between the scent gently wafting over to her carried by the air conditioning behind him and the casual stance he took with wide-spread legs, she could tell he was a hit. That sent her mind reeling with intrusive thoughts about what she wanted to do to him, pushing her desk aside and crawling down the aisle until she could shove her face between his spread legs-
She yelped, realising again that she was running her tongue over her deliciously plump lips. Drool was starting to make its way down her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths, but all that made her aware of was how her tits pressed into her too-small shirt. Not for the first time, she cursed the horny little shit who’d flooded her campus with that fucking drug.
Some incel basement goblin science major had managed to develop some sort of drug that he thought was going to get him laid. It got him laid, all right – it made his scent irresistible to women and doubled the size of his cock. It was what happened when his enhanced cum slid down the throat of his first conquest, though, and anyone else who swallowed the spunk of someone who’d taken the drug, that Lucretia was truly regretting.
Soon after learning the effects, he began distributing samples of his concoction around the campus. By the time administration had dealt with him, it was too late – there was a thriving illicit trade in the stuff. Lucretia hadn’t even gone down on someone for her brush with the drug – she’d been the victim of a random load deposited in a burger from the college cafeteria. She’d noticed the strange taste in the burger and spat it out, but it was too late.
The first thing she’d noticed was her mouth felt both wet and parched at the same time. Two cups of soda and a jug of water later and the feeling hadn’t gone away – if anything, it was worse. She found her mouth full of drool if she stopped thinking about it for a while, at the same time as feeling thirstier than she’d ever felt in her life.
The second thing she noticed was starting to catch whiffs of a tantalising scent every so often as she walked around the campus halls – deep, rich, musky and savoury. Smelling it made her salivate even harder, and made her tongue feel swollen and too big for her mouth. However, it was when she licked her lips and nearly fell to her knees with sensation that she had to accept that she’d become incurably addicted to cock.
Lucretia was now one of the many girls on campus with an inexorable need to swallow spunk, and a variety of biological upgrades to assist with that need. The primary, and most inconvenient one, was her new ability to smell the hormones that marked someone as having a penis. The longer it had been since they’d cum, the stronger the scent. It drove into her brain like a railroad spike, pushing aside all other rational thought and instinct, tantalising her with the promise of a chance to fulfil the new need that burned hotter inside her than any other. People who’d taken the virility drug, “hits” as the addicts called them, were even stronger, to the point where she could barely be in the same room as one of them for ten minutes at a time without dropping to her knees.
She realised she was staring at the hit, and he was grinning, meeting her eyes dead-on. He knew, of course. He couldn’t smell her like she could him, but it wasn’t as if the slim girl with the long, straight dark hair and black glasses eyeing him up like prime rib could have been anything else. A pair of K-cup tits and glistening cock-pillow lips whose shape and volume couldn’t possibly have been the creation of any plastic surgeon marked her for what she was. He was lean, with long blond hair and a hint of stubble, but even those vague notes about his appearance washed away when he shifted position, moving his desk to reveal the massive bulge in his jeans.
Her breath rattled in her throat and a string of drool made its way down her chin again. It had been three hours since she’d gotten a load, and between that and the extra-strength cock-chemicals flooding off the grinning man, the last half-dozen brain cells she had still functioning at that point started to shut down. He put his desk aside and sidled down the row to sit next to her, her eyes following the gentle bounce of the mound straining against the denim between his legs. He didn’t say anything, merely opening his fly and pulling his cock out with a relieved grunt.
Lucretia’s new friend must have already been a decent size before he’d taken the drug, because now he was an absolute monster. Over thirteen inches of man-meat slid out of his jeans, the entire pole glistening with the constant stream of precum the enhanced gentlemen started to produce when they’d gone more than half an hour or so without shooting off. At the base of his gargantuan prong was the delayed effect the drug’s creator hadn’t anticipated; a pair of overproductive testicles each the size of a cantaloupe, that not only made sperm but also contributed fluid. They were so productive that their owners had to cum roughly once every four or five hours or they’d end up in crippling pain. Even that often was at absolute best uncomfortable. News of that inconvenience seemed to be one of the only things even somewhat stopping the uptake of the drug.
Lucretia leaned down without even a hint of conscious thought, her overstuffed lips meeting the head of his cock with a gentle kiss, her tongue picking up the wonderful taste of his precum, his scent rising into her nostrils and wreathing her head, expanding to fill the entirety of her existence. She whined as she dragged her lips down his slick shaft, nuzzling her face into the soft skin that joined his scrotum to the base of his dick. She halted for a moment, listening to the gentle gurgling, groaning noises his balls made as they went about their endless work.
It wasn’t as if Lucretia had disliked dicks before she’d been hit by the addiction, but her chemically-enforced craving for cum brought with it a nearly-devout appreciation for them. She couldn’t even be businesslike about her need, something always snapped in her brain and she ended up worshipping at the altar of Penis. Even if her lips hadn’t been as sensitive as her clitoris, the sheer satisfaction involved in having his cock pressed against her face or her mouth alone would have driven her behaviour, and the fact that she could cum just from the contact of a cock on her lips was a bonus.
He groaned, gently running one hand through the top of Lucretia’s hair, the raven locks flowing through his fingers. The professor stopped briefly in his lecture, moving to admonish the pair, then decided better of it. Most of the faculty had ended up having to grudgingly accept the constant refrain of energetic, sloppy blowjobs around campus, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t given some lectures with a cum-addicted slut hidden behind the lectern.
Lucretia’s dick-pillows enveloped the fat head of the man’s cock, rewarding her with a thick flood of precum that slid down her throat like molten gold. She pulled back with a thick, slurping kiss, exulting in the taste for a moment, then suckled the head back into her mouth. As well as being longer he was substantially thicker than the average man, but that was no obstacle to a mouth built for fellatio. Her gag reflex was a thing of the past, so his well-lubricated pole slid down her throat with only the merest hint of resistance, inch by slow, exultant inch, her throat bulging with its passage, until her lips made contact with his groin. She hummed happily, feeling her throat buzz against his flesh, bringing her hands up to cup the bottoms of his oversized balls, feeling their weight and heat. One hand slid off and wrapped around the base of his dick as she slid her mouth back up, replacing the captivity of her throat with long, gentle strokes that practically glided up his shaft between both of their fluids.
He grunted, his breathing growing faster and rougher, mouth dropping open as Lucretia twisted her face gently from side to side as she pulled her mouth back up to just below the ridge of his glans, then plunged it back down again, jerking off half of his cock with her hand and fucking the other half with her throat. Her hips wiggled in her seat as her lips sent playtime shivers straight between her legs. When she bottomed out on him, she could hear the organic sound of his testicles percolating with the load she was so desperately anticipating.
No more than a few minutes later she felt his breathing spike, an extra-loud gurgle from between his legs and a half-choke, half-moan, accompanied by a sudden blast of his cock-scent. She quickly slid her mouth back up so that only the tip remained inside and used both hands to pump his shaft until he moaned loudly and began to shoot off. Hot spunk flooded her mouth, and she just let her brain switch off in the sudden flood of sensation the taste created and allowed her instincts to take over.
Each rope was like taking a shot, and she had to gulp in order to keep up with the high-pressure flow. Even with her finely-tuned instincts, though, rivulets of the pearly goo escaped out either side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. It wasn’t until twenty long, hard, laborious shots later that his flow finally stopped, letting her slump back in a dizzy high.
The sensation of swallowing a load wasn’t orgasmic, exactly. It was beyond that. It was the deepest, most exquisite afterglow in the world. It forcibly relaxed every single part of her body, to the point where she was barely able to move, and certainly couldn’t think. It was better than sex had ever been. By the time she came to, her lover had already zipped himself up and moved back to his seat, without another word. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a cum dumpster – and when it made her feel this good, she didn’t even care.
She didn’t listen to another word of the class. All she could do was ruminate on the taste filling her mouth, gently lifting globs of cum from her chin and where it had dripped onto her chest and feeding them into her mouth, moaning as she suckled her fingers with her ridiculous lips. Even in that afterglow, though, she could still smell him – not just from his scent wafting over to her, but rising off her own body, from within her own stomach, her body seemed to be exuding it all on its own, her mind basting in it. She suspected that was what caused the afterglow – the feeling of her own body giving off that irresistible smell.
When the class finally ended she moved out as quickly as possible, averting her eyes from the man she’d just sucked off in the middle of a lecture theatre without a second thought. She really hated the way she lost control, how she could just switch off in a public place and lose herself to cock, but no matter how hard she tried she was never able to maintain her composure unless she’d already gotten her fill just before – and even then, it was a struggle.
Out in the corridor the scent rose again. The campus always had a background scent of dick, but this was different. It was close, and getting closer.
“Lou! Am I glad to see you!”
She groaned. Kurt had been an acquaintance of hers before the drug incident on campus. He was in a similar boat to her with respect to the drug – his new form hadn’t been his choice, but had instead been the efforts of a now-ex girlfriend.
His body had, if anything, taken far too well to the drug. He was big, even for a hit, his balls not too far shy of a foot across each accompanying fifteen full inches of thick man-meat that practically drooled rivers of baby batter as thick as shampoo. She could practically taste every ounce of it, just waiting to be dumped down her throat.
He wiped his brow, looking over his shoulder. “I think I lost them. Jeez.”
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but only filling her lungs with more of his musk. “Another mob of dick-crazy girls?”
“They’re insane, Lou. Like, they know what my cum is going to do to them, but they still follow me around begging to suck my dick.”
“Because you smell like a walking orgasm.” Lucretia was able to say around a mouthful of drool. Most hits smelled tantalising to even regular girls, but Kurt’s high-intensity reaction to the drug made him attract a harem behind him everywhere he went.
He groaned, slumping onto a bench next to them. His legs automatically spread to make room, revealing his rigid dick and gigantic balls straining against his jeans. In order to find a pair large enough to fit his new endowment he’d had to take up a pair made for a much larger man – so they were drum-tight around his balls but billowed around his legs, except where the stem of his erect cock pushed against the thigh. The extra room wasn’t able to stop them from becoming totally saturated with precum on the inseam.
“This fucking sucks. Why would anyone do this to themselves?”
“You’re just upset, Kurt. You probably need to c-cummm. Y-yeah, how long has it been since you, mm, came?” She couldn’t help herself, just saying the words prompted a fresh flood of drool from behind her overstuffed lips.
He groaned again. “Ugh. You’re right. Three hours, and a lot of that was spent with girls rubbing up against me that I can’t fuck. It’s like some sort of ironic curse, made irresistible to women but I end up spending half my day jerking off?”
Lucretia tried to avoid picturing it, and failed. Her breath rattled as her thick, glistening lips fell slack. “Mmph, a-at least you can t-take care of your own needs alone? Doing something that, mmm, you did all the time anyway? Do you know how hard-” she whined a little bit at that word, “it is to control myself?”
He sighed. “Yeah but you’re not getting worse. The drug’s still going, they said. The guy who made the shit has balls bigger than watermelons now.
Lucretia actually moaned before catching herself. Kurt gave her a side-eye. “What? Sorry, Kurt, I’m hard-wired-“ she stopped to slurp up some drool, “-for that to be hot.”
“Seriously? How big would you want them to get?”
She turned around, shaking her chest from side to side. “How big would you want my tits to get?”
She watched his cock lurch, belching out a huge load of precum that rolled down the denim and down his pant leg. They met eyes for a moment, before Kurt began the laborious process of removing his jeans. It wasn’t enough to just unzip, he had to unzip, unbutton, and slide his jeans down far enough to make room to extract the entirety of his shaft. Lucretia watched in rapt attention, salivating at both the sight and the scent of the rivers of clear slime clinging to his flesh.
He grunted in relief as he reached down and, using two hands, extracted one of his testicles from their fabric prison. The skin around it was loose and thick, but totally devoid of hair as the follicles failed to keep up with its expansion. Lucretia could hear it sloshing and gurgling even from where she was standing as it ceaselessly produced cum. He extracted the second with equal effort, allowing his scrotum to drop down heavily to halfway down his calves.
He said something at that point, but Lucretia couldn’t hear him. Her brain was thudding with the waves of scent rolling off his genitals, strings of drool were dripping from her lips, and her knees were trembling with the effort of just staying upright when every single instinct in her transformed body was to drop to them.
She gave in, sinking to the ground in front of him, her tongue lolling from her mouth. It hadn’t gone unchanged, growing longer, thicker and stronger, providing her another option in her endless array of cock-pleasing additions. She put it to use dragging it up the underside of Kurt’s expanded shaft, gathering up precum until she could gulp down a thick load of it, shuddering as the musky, savoury flavour hit her taste buds and slid down her throat. She laboriously cleaned every drop of it from his dick, going back for a second and third go, but the more she teased him the harder his balls worked. His breathing was laboured, sweat was rolling down his face, and his expression betrayed both pleasure and pain.
“L-lou, p-please, just make… stop teasing…”
She dropped her head for a moment, closing her eyes and indulging in the sound of his balls working even harder than when he’d unzipped, a constant gurgling and churning that sent bolts of pleasure straight between her legs. She started planting sucking kisses on them, moaning as the soft skin pressed around her face, losing herself in a sea of warm, man-scented flesh.
She felt him moving, hearing him grunt over the gurgling, and looked up to see both of his hands wrapped around his shaft and pumping. A huge glob of precum belched from the tip, rolling down his fingers and dripping straight onto Lucretia’s face as she looked up, her body responding by twitching hard as her pussy spasmed. Her hunger spiked, and spurred her on to finally extract the load she’d been churning up inside him.
She pushed upwards, lifting her top at the same time, her breasts catching and then falling with a hefty slap against her torso, then pushed them together and dragged them up the length of his shaft, grinning as she displaced his hands. Despite the effort she’d put into cleaning him he was slick with lubrication again already, and her breasts moved almost entirely without friction as she rubbed them in circles until her mouth was level with the tip of his cock. Her pillowy lips parted, pressing against the glans, suckling him into her mouth with a tight seal. Her mouth stretched around his girth, so massive that even her oral-focused transformation was pushed to its limits to accommodate him. She grunted and began to push forward, but she felt his hand on the top of her hair.
“N-no, use mmph-your tits too…”
She couldn’t resist an instruction while she had cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and focused on her breasts again, getting into a gentle but determined rhythm. Tit-fucking wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as giving head for her, but Kurt was excessively big and even her transformed anatomy had trouble coping with his size – it wasn’t that she couldn’t bottom out on him, but it took time and effort. Bringing her overgrown breasts into play, on the other hand, still felt pretty good and extracted what she really wanted from the process much more efficiently. Also, Kurt was full to bursting and the poor boy needed to cum yesterday.
She combined the slow, deliberate kneading of her breasts with suckling kisses around the tip and down the underside of his dick, moaning happily as she gulped down globs of precum that flowed freely from the slit. Kurt gasped, slamming the bench next to him with a twitching fist, the other hand across his eyes as his head lolled backwards. Lucretia picked up her pace, her breasts slick with fluid, looking up at Kurt with hooded eyes as she began changing her pattern, sometimes rubbing from side to side, sometimes holding them together, sometimes rubbing them up and down in an alternating method, all paired with deep, sensual kisses and licks.
His eyes snapped open, his mouth gaping as though he was trying to say something but not able to produce anything but strangled gasps and moans. His dick lurched with almost terrifying strength, Lucretia able to hear a deep gurgle from his balls that heralded what she’d been waiting for.
His cock lurched a few more times, the man stuck in the magic valley between receiving enough stimulation to bring on his orgasm but before actually cumming, with the added effect of having to wait for his body to pump and prepare the fluid for his oncoming gigantic cumshot. In Kurt’s case, he was so big and overproductive that it literally took five to ten seconds for this to happen, especially when he’d been putting it off, leaving him stuck in a torturous pseudo-orgasm where he came without actually shooting off.
He howled, thick off-white fluid beginning to jet so hard from the end of his cock that it actually hit the ceiling before dripping down onto the top of Lucretia’s head. She gasped, both in pleasure and frustration that she’d completely missed an entire load, and leaned back to point his cock directly at her. She squealed happily as his next shot, even more powerful, hit her straight in the chest, cum spraying up across her face and arms and dripping down between her heaving tits. She let another one hit her in the same fashion, revelling in the sensation of being coated in spunk, before leaning forward and wrapping her absurd lips around his cock in preparation for the rest of his load.
It was like sucking on a firehose. If her previous tryst’s orgasm had been difficult for her to cope with, then she had no chance dealing with the entirety of Kurt’s ultra-powered ejaculations. Jets of cum sprayed from either side of her mouth and leaked down into her cleavage, but it didn’t matter, because she was being filled to the brim with what she needed. Cock-musk was so thick in the air around her that she could practically have scooped chunks out of it with a spoon. Kurt’s balls growled and groaned like a hundred empty stomachs, the boy’s orgasm so powerful that he couldn’t think or speak.
Kurt’s cumshots were heavier and his orgasm went for even longer than her last tryst. His dick stayed in action for at least forty shots, and by the time he was done her stomach was groaning with the amount of goo she’d gulped down and her face and chest resembled a glazed donut. He slumped back, panting like he’d run a marathon, while Lucretia serenely scooped rapidly-cooling wads of jizz into her mouth, before lifting her tits to lick and suck whatever she could reach off them. Kurt opened his eyes to the sight of the dark-haired slut sucking cum off her oversized tits with her sumptuous lips, and almost immediately his softening shaft pulsed and ejected another gob of fluid that dripped down onto her face. She looked up, caught between need and frustration.
“Really?”
“What? You’re hot, and you fucking teased me till I nearly burst. One cum isn’t going to empty me.”
She heard his testicles gurgle, and the endless hunger surged again.
Her eyes flicked over to a guy sitting at the other end of the row from her. Between the scent gently wafting over to her carried by the air conditioning behind him and the casual stance he took with wide-spread legs, she could tell he was a hit. That sent her mind reeling with intrusive thoughts about what she wanted to do to him, pushing her desk aside and crawling down the aisle until she could shove her face between his spread legs-
She yelped, realising again that she was running her tongue over her deliciously plump lips. Drool was starting to make its way down her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths, but all that made her aware of was how her tits pressed into her too-small shirt. Not for the first time, she cursed the horny little shit who’d flooded her campus with that fucking drug.
Some incel basement goblin science major had managed to develop some sort of drug that he thought was going to get him laid. It got him laid, all right – it made his scent irresistible to women and doubled the size of his cock. It was what happened when his enhanced cum slid down the throat of his first conquest, though, and anyone else who swallowed the spunk of someone who’d taken the drug, that Lucretia was truly regretting.
Soon after learning the effects, he began distributing samples of his concoction around the campus. By the time administration had dealt with him, it was too late – there was a thriving illicit trade in the stuff. Lucretia hadn’t even gone down on someone for her brush with the drug – she’d been the victim of a random load deposited in a burger from the college cafeteria. She’d noticed the strange taste in the burger and spat it out, but it was too late.
The first thing she’d noticed was her mouth felt both wet and parched at the same time. Two cups of soda and a jug of water later and the feeling hadn’t gone away – if anything, it was worse. She found her mouth full of drool if she stopped thinking about it for a while, at the same time as feeling thirstier than she’d ever felt in her life.
The second thing she noticed was starting to catch whiffs of a tantalising scent every so often as she walked around the campus halls – deep, rich, musky and savoury. Smelling it made her salivate even harder, and made her tongue feel swollen and too big for her mouth. However, it was when she licked her lips and nearly fell to her knees with sensation that she had to accept that she’d become incurably addicted to cock.
Lucretia was now one of the many girls on campus with an inexorable need to swallow spunk, and a variety of biological upgrades to assist with that need. The primary, and most inconvenient one, was her new ability to smell the hormones that marked someone as having a penis. The longer it had been since they’d cum, the stronger the scent. It drove into her brain like a railroad spike, pushing aside all other rational thought and instinct, tantalising her with the promise of a chance to fulfil the new need that burned hotter inside her than any other. People who’d taken the virility drug, “hits” as the addicts called them, were even stronger, to the point where she could barely be in the same room as one of them for ten minutes at a time without dropping to her knees.
She realised she was staring at the hit, and he was grinning, meeting her eyes dead-on. He knew, of course. He couldn’t smell her like she could him, but it wasn’t as if the slim girl with the long, straight dark hair and black glasses eyeing him up like prime rib could have been anything else. A pair of K-cup tits and glistening cock-pillow lips whose shape and volume couldn’t possibly have been the creation of any plastic surgeon marked her for what she was. He was lean, with long blond hair and a hint of stubble, but even those vague notes about his appearance washed away when he shifted position, moving his desk to reveal the massive bulge in his jeans.
Her breath rattled in her throat and a string of drool made its way down her chin again. It had been three hours since she’d gotten a load, and between that and the extra-strength cock-chemicals flooding off the grinning man, the last half-dozen brain cells she had still functioning at that point started to shut down. He put his desk aside and sidled down the row to sit next to her, her eyes following the gentle bounce of the mound straining against the denim between his legs. He didn’t say anything, merely opening his fly and pulling his cock out with a relieved grunt.
Lucretia’s new friend must have already been a decent size before he’d taken the drug, because now he was an absolute monster. Over thirteen inches of man-meat slid out of his jeans, the entire pole glistening with the constant stream of precum the enhanced gentlemen started to produce when they’d gone more than half an hour or so without shooting off. At the base of his gargantuan prong was the delayed effect the drug’s creator hadn’t anticipated; a pair of overproductive testicles each the size of a cantaloupe, that not only made sperm but also contributed fluid. They were so productive that their owners had to cum roughly once every four or five hours or they’d end up in crippling pain. Even that often was at absolute best uncomfortable. News of that inconvenience seemed to be one of the only things even somewhat stopping the uptake of the drug.
Lucretia leaned down without even a hint of conscious thought, her overstuffed lips meeting the head of his cock with a gentle kiss, her tongue picking up the wonderful taste of his precum, his scent rising into her nostrils and wreathing her head, expanding to fill the entirety of her existence. She whined as she dragged her lips down his slick shaft, nuzzling her face into the soft skin that joined his scrotum to the base of his dick. She halted for a moment, listening to the gentle gurgling, groaning noises his balls made as they went about their endless work.
It wasn’t as if Lucretia had disliked dicks before she’d been hit by the addiction, but her chemically-enforced craving for cum brought with it a nearly-devout appreciation for them. She couldn’t even be businesslike about her need, something always snapped in her brain and she ended up worshipping at the altar of Penis. Even if her lips hadn’t been as sensitive as her clitoris, the sheer satisfaction involved in having his cock pressed against her face or her mouth alone would have driven her behaviour, and the fact that she could cum just from the contact of a cock on her lips was a bonus.
He groaned, gently running one hand through the top of Lucretia’s hair, the raven locks flowing through his fingers. The professor stopped briefly in his lecture, moving to admonish the pair, then decided better of it. Most of the faculty had ended up having to grudgingly accept the constant refrain of energetic, sloppy blowjobs around campus, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t given some lectures with a cum-addicted slut hidden behind the lectern.
Lucretia’s dick-pillows enveloped the fat head of the man’s cock, rewarding her with a thick flood of precum that slid down her throat like molten gold. She pulled back with a thick, slurping kiss, exulting in the taste for a moment, then suckled the head back into her mouth. As well as being longer he was substantially thicker than the average man, but that was no obstacle to a mouth built for fellatio. Her gag reflex was a thing of the past, so his well-lubricated pole slid down her throat with only the merest hint of resistance, inch by slow, exultant inch, her throat bulging with its passage, until her lips made contact with his groin. She hummed happily, feeling her throat buzz against his flesh, bringing her hands up to cup the bottoms of his oversized balls, feeling their weight and heat. One hand slid off and wrapped around the base of his dick as she slid her mouth back up, replacing the captivity of her throat with long, gentle strokes that practically glided up his shaft between both of their fluids.
He grunted, his breathing growing faster and rougher, mouth dropping open as Lucretia twisted her face gently from side to side as she pulled her mouth back up to just below the ridge of his glans, then plunged it back down again, jerking off half of his cock with her hand and fucking the other half with her throat. Her hips wiggled in her seat as her lips sent playtime shivers straight between her legs. When she bottomed out on him, she could hear the organic sound of his testicles percolating with the load she was so desperately anticipating.
No more than a few minutes later she felt his breathing spike, an extra-loud gurgle from between his legs and a half-choke, half-moan, accompanied by a sudden blast of his cock-scent. She quickly slid her mouth back up so that only the tip remained inside and used both hands to pump his shaft until he moaned loudly and began to shoot off. Hot spunk flooded her mouth, and she just let her brain switch off in the sudden flood of sensation the taste created and allowed her instincts to take over.
Each rope was like taking a shot, and she had to gulp in order to keep up with the high-pressure flow. Even with her finely-tuned instincts, though, rivulets of the pearly goo escaped out either side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. It wasn’t until twenty long, hard, laborious shots later that his flow finally stopped, letting her slump back in a dizzy high.
The sensation of swallowing a load wasn’t orgasmic, exactly. It was beyond that. It was the deepest, most exquisite afterglow in the world. It forcibly relaxed every single part of her body, to the point where she was barely able to move, and certainly couldn’t think. It was better than sex had ever been. By the time she came to, her lover had already zipped himself up and moved back to his seat, without another word. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a cum dumpster – and when it made her feel this good, she didn’t even care.
She didn’t listen to another word of the class. All she could do was ruminate on the taste filling her mouth, gently lifting globs of cum from her chin and where it had dripped onto her chest and feeding them into her mouth, moaning as she suckled her fingers with her ridiculous lips. Even in that afterglow, though, she could still smell him – not just from his scent wafting over to her, but rising off her own body, from within her own stomach, her body seemed to be exuding it all on its own, her mind basting in it. She suspected that was what caused the afterglow – the feeling of her own body giving off that irresistible smell.
When the class finally ended she moved out as quickly as possible, averting her eyes from the man she’d just sucked off in the middle of a lecture theatre without a second thought. She really hated the way she lost control, how she could just switch off in a public place and lose herself to cock, but no matter how hard she tried she was never able to maintain her composure unless she’d already gotten her fill just before – and even then, it was a struggle.
Out in the corridor the scent rose again. The campus always had a background scent of dick, but this was different. It was close, and getting closer.
“Lou! Am I glad to see you!”
She groaned. Kurt had been an acquaintance of hers before the drug incident on campus. He was in a similar boat to her with respect to the drug – his new form hadn’t been his choice, but had instead been the efforts of a now-ex girlfriend.
His body had, if anything, taken far too well to the drug. He was big, even for a hit, his balls not too far shy of a foot across each accompanying fifteen full inches of thick man-meat that practically drooled rivers of baby batter as thick as shampoo. She could practically taste every ounce of it, just waiting to be dumped down her throat.
He wiped his brow, looking over his shoulder. “I think I lost them. Jeez.”
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but only filling her lungs with more of his musk. “Another mob of dick-crazy girls?”
“They’re insane, Lou. Like, they know what my cum is going to do to them, but they still follow me around begging to suck my dick.”
“Because you smell like a walking orgasm.” Lucretia was able to say around a mouthful of drool. Most hits smelled tantalising to even regular girls, but Kurt’s high-intensity reaction to the drug made him attract a harem behind him everywhere he went.
He groaned, slumping onto a bench next to them. His legs automatically spread to make room, revealing his rigid dick and gigantic balls straining against his jeans. In order to find a pair large enough to fit his new endowment he’d had to take up a pair made for a much larger man – so they were drum-tight around his balls but billowed around his legs, except where the stem of his erect cock pushed against the thigh. The extra room wasn’t able to stop them from becoming totally saturated with precum on the inseam.
“This fucking sucks. Why would anyone do this to themselves?”
“You’re just upset, Kurt. You probably need to c-cummm. Y-yeah, how long has it been since you, mm, came?” She couldn’t help herself, just saying the words prompted a fresh flood of drool from behind her overstuffed lips.
He groaned again. “Ugh. You’re right. Three hours, and a lot of that was spent with girls rubbing up against me that I can’t fuck. It’s like some sort of ironic curse, made irresistible to women but I end up spending half my day jerking off?”
Lucretia tried to avoid picturing it, and failed. Her breath rattled as her thick, glistening lips fell slack. “Mmph, a-at least you can t-take care of your own needs alone? Doing something that, mmm, you did all the time anyway? Do you know how hard-” she whined a little bit at that word, “it is to control myself?”
He sighed. “Yeah but you’re not getting worse. The drug’s still going, they said. The guy who made the shit has balls bigger than watermelons now.
Lucretia actually moaned before catching herself. Kurt gave her a side-eye. “What? Sorry, Kurt, I’m hard-wired-“ she stopped to slurp up some drool, “-for that to be hot.”
“Seriously? How big would you want them to get?”
She turned around, shaking her chest from side to side. “How big would you want my tits to get?”
She watched his cock lurch, belching out a huge load of precum that rolled down the denim and down his pant leg. They met eyes for a moment, before Kurt began the laborious process of removing his jeans. It wasn’t enough to just unzip, he had to unzip, unbutton, and slide his jeans down far enough to make room to extract the entirety of his shaft. Lucretia watched in rapt attention, salivating at both the sight and the scent of the rivers of clear slime clinging to his flesh.
He grunted in relief as he reached down and, using two hands, extracted one of his testicles from their fabric prison. The skin around it was loose and thick, but totally devoid of hair as the follicles failed to keep up with its expansion. Lucretia could hear it sloshing and gurgling even from where she was standing as it ceaselessly produced cum. He extracted the second with equal effort, allowing his scrotum to drop down heavily to halfway down his calves.
He said something at that point, but Lucretia couldn’t hear him. Her brain was thudding with the waves of scent rolling off his genitals, strings of drool were dripping from her lips, and her knees were trembling with the effort of just staying upright when every single instinct in her transformed body was to drop to them.
She gave in, sinking to the ground in front of him, her tongue lolling from her mouth. It hadn’t gone unchanged, growing longer, thicker and stronger, providing her another option in her endless array of cock-pleasing additions. She put it to use dragging it up the underside of Kurt’s expanded shaft, gathering up precum until she could gulp down a thick load of it, shuddering as the musky, savoury flavour hit her taste buds and slid down her throat. She laboriously cleaned every drop of it from his dick, going back for a second and third go, but the more she teased him the harder his balls worked. His breathing was laboured, sweat was rolling down his face, and his expression betrayed both pleasure and pain.
“L-lou, p-please, just make… stop teasing…”
She dropped her head for a moment, closing her eyes and indulging in the sound of his balls working even harder than when he’d unzipped, a constant gurgling and churning that sent bolts of pleasure straight between her legs. She started planting sucking kisses on them, moaning as the soft skin pressed around her face, losing herself in a sea of warm, man-scented flesh.
She felt him moving, hearing him grunt over the gurgling, and looked up to see both of his hands wrapped around his shaft and pumping. A huge glob of precum belched from the tip, rolling down his fingers and dripping straight onto Lucretia’s face as she looked up, her body responding by twitching hard as her pussy spasmed. Her hunger spiked, and spurred her on to finally extract the load she’d been churning up inside him.
She pushed upwards, lifting her top at the same time, her breasts catching and then falling with a hefty slap against her torso, then pushed them together and dragged them up the length of his shaft, grinning as she displaced his hands. Despite the effort she’d put into cleaning him he was slick with lubrication again already, and her breasts moved almost entirely without friction as she rubbed them in circles until her mouth was level with the tip of his cock. Her pillowy lips parted, pressing against the glans, suckling him into her mouth with a tight seal. Her mouth stretched around his girth, so massive that even her oral-focused transformation was pushed to its limits to accommodate him. She grunted and began to push forward, but she felt his hand on the top of her hair.
“N-no, use mmph-your tits too…”
She couldn’t resist an instruction while she had cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and focused on her breasts again, getting into a gentle but determined rhythm. Tit-fucking wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as giving head for her, but Kurt was excessively big and even her transformed anatomy had trouble coping with his size – it wasn’t that she couldn’t bottom out on him, but it took time and effort. Bringing her overgrown breasts into play, on the other hand, still felt pretty good and extracted what she really wanted from the process much more efficiently. Also, Kurt was full to bursting and the poor boy needed to cum yesterday.
She combined the slow, deliberate kneading of her breasts with suckling kisses around the tip and down the underside of his dick, moaning happily as she gulped down globs of precum that flowed freely from the slit. Kurt gasped, slamming the bench next to him with a twitching fist, the other hand across his eyes as his head lolled backwards. Lucretia picked up her pace, her breasts slick with fluid, looking up at Kurt with hooded eyes as she began changing her pattern, sometimes rubbing from side to side, sometimes holding them together, sometimes rubbing them up and down in an alternating method, all paired with deep, sensual kisses and licks.
His eyes snapped open, his mouth gaping as though he was trying to say something but not able to produce anything but strangled gasps and moans. His dick lurched with almost terrifying strength, Lucretia able to hear a deep gurgle from his balls that heralded what she’d been waiting for.
His cock lurched a few more times, the man stuck in the magic valley between receiving enough stimulation to bring on his orgasm but before actually cumming, with the added effect of having to wait for his body to pump and prepare the fluid for his oncoming gigantic cumshot. In Kurt’s case, he was so big and overproductive that it literally took five to ten seconds for this to happen, especially when he’d been putting it off, leaving him stuck in a torturous pseudo-orgasm where he came without actually shooting off.
He howled, thick off-white fluid beginning to jet so hard from the end of his cock that it actually hit the ceiling before dripping down onto the top of Lucretia’s head. She gasped, both in pleasure and frustration that she’d completely missed an entire load, and leaned back to point his cock directly at her. She squealed happily as his next shot, even more powerful, hit her straight in the chest, cum spraying up across her face and arms and dripping down between her heaving tits. She let another one hit her in the same fashion, revelling in the sensation of being coated in spunk, before leaning forward and wrapping her absurd lips around his cock in preparation for the rest of his load.
It was like sucking on a firehose. If her previous tryst’s orgasm had been difficult for her to cope with, then she had no chance dealing with the entirety of Kurt’s ultra-powered ejaculations. Jets of cum sprayed from either side of her mouth and leaked down into her cleavage, but it didn’t matter, because she was being filled to the brim with what she needed. Cock-musk was so thick in the air around her that she could practically have scooped chunks out of it with a spoon. Kurt’s balls growled and groaned like a hundred empty stomachs, the boy’s orgasm so powerful that he couldn’t think or speak.
Kurt’s cumshots were heavier and his orgasm went for even longer than her last tryst. His dick stayed in action for at least forty shots, and by the time he was done her stomach was groaning with the amount of goo she’d gulped down and her face and chest resembled a glazed donut. He slumped back, panting like he’d run a marathon, while Lucretia serenely scooped rapidly-cooling wads of jizz into her mouth, before lifting her tits to lick and suck whatever she could reach off them. Kurt opened his eyes to the sight of the dark-haired slut sucking cum off her oversized tits with her sumptuous lips, and almost immediately his softening shaft pulsed and ejected another gob of fluid that dripped down onto her face. She looked up, caught between need and frustration.
“Really?”
“What? You’re hot, and you fucking teased me till I nearly burst. One cum isn’t going to empty me.”
She heard his testicles gurgle, and the endless hunger surged again.
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