The Big

The day started out normally for Jasper Meadows. That is to say, not in any way normal for most people, but normal for Jasper. It wasn't that he was drastically different from the average eighteen year-old – he attended community college, enjoyed video games, liked girls. He just also happened to have a three-foot cock as thick as his thigh and testicles each more than a foot across.

Many years ago, Jasper had fallen victim to Hyperexpansion Syndrome, or what people simply just referred to as Big. Nobody knew what caused it or how it worked, but people suddenly started developing in all sorts of bizarre and hypersexual ways. There was no cure. Affected people simply had to resign themselves to lives in new, sexually transformed bodies.

Jasper had lived with his body long enough that, emotionally, philosophically, it didn't bother him much. He sometimes wished he could have had a chance to explore his sexuality as a normal guy, but in a weird sort of fashion he knew he was meant to be this way. Most Big people did. Something about the condition, along with its other fun mental effects, eventually got people to come to peace with it.

No, Jasper's issues were entirely physical. Even when your enhanced body can physically carry it, there's simply no way to easily and conveniently navigate that much volume around. Finding clothes is a problem, too – shirts, sure, no issue, but most pants are a write-off unless they're tailored. Shorts, well, shorts don't cover what needs to be covered. Jasper tended to make do with sweat pants.

Of course, the biggest issue wasn't any of those. Part of the Big package was a Big libido, a hyperaccelerated sex drive. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone more than half an hour without a boner, or more than a couple of hours without cumming. Wanting to cum was a permanent feature of his life. Not only did it make going out incredibly inconvenient, but with the mess his hyper-sized genitals made every orgasm, it made it hard to accommodate. Last time it was measured, Jasper shot eighteen gallons of spunk with every single orgasm. It got desperate enough that his parents swapped rooms, converting the ensuite into Jasper's playroom with an extra-wide drain, where at least a pail of water and a mop could deal with the floods of baby batter. Fortunately, his cum evaporated after a couple of days, meaning they just had to find somewhere to keep it, but it was still capable of causing an obscene mess.

The Big didn't even let up while he was asleep. Despite doing his best to relieve himself before going to sleep, his body's demands continued overnight. At best, he woke up to several gallons of sticky, slimy precum, the glistening remains of a night spent constantly leaking as his body demanded release. At worst, he'd had wet dreams, and woke up to one or more of his hyper-sized loads of spunk. Either way he always woke up steel-hard and utterly desperate to cum.

Most mornings were a multiple-orgasm affair, dealing with the pent-up need from a night's rest. Judging from the size of the lake of white goo on his bedsheets and the amount of overspray on the walls and ceiling, Jasper had cum enough times overnight that he'd get away with only cumming three times before breakfast. On days where he'd not managed to release overnight it could be six or seven.

He extracted himself from the bed, pulling his legs out of a gigantic puddle of spunk. He made getting out of bed look easy despite his size, but his actions were the result of years of practice not squishing or trapping his nuts – carefully avoiding pulling his thighs together, gently pushing the mounds across the bed, before picking them up and lowering them gently down the side of the bed. More than a few times he'd made the mistake of just sliding off the side, only to feel their entire weight drop down onto his bedroom floor, hard. The whole time, his cock swung, bobbed and lurched, glistening strands of precum making their way down the shaft as it throbbed and leaked.

Across the room from his bed he could see where the white tile of his bathroom/playroom began. His parents had knocked out the walls, reasoning that his needs were such that it needed to be part of his bedroom, not partitioned off behind a wall. Not only had it saved some major clean-ups in the past, he'd moved his computer desk next to the tiles for the convenience of both extensive porn browsing sessions and steamy video chats with Big girls from around the world – his two favourite hobbies.

He grunted as his cock flexed with need, resting at an angle from his body. The pumpkin-sized glans sat just above his eye level, glistening enticingly. Jasper extended one hand to the top, running his fingers across the curves of the underside of the head, and reached the other down to start pressing into the thick vein running along the underside. His breath caught, a small appreciative mmm rolling from the back of his throat. His legs gently pressed against his sack, rolling his enormous nuts against each other, and then his hands gripped and began to tug.

Part of what helped him be so at peace about his condition was that he really, truly did love jacking off. Being Big opened up heights of sexual pleasure and satisfaction that ordinary people simply could not reach. It never got dull, he was never bored with it – it was always enticing, even exciting, to play with himself, to experience his gigantic cock again. He had a life outside his condition but frankly, if he were being perfectly honest, he could happily just spend every day for the rest of his life masturbating.

Like most Big people, Jasper could still walk despite his absurd size. Deep down he knew it was something to be thankful for, but he always felt slightly jealous of the stories he heard on the internet of people so Big they couldn't move. Guys who had to drag their giant dicks. Girls pinned to the ground by their breasts. An excuse to just do nothing but cum. Sometimes he masturbated to the idea, of his balls growing so huge and heavy that all he could do was relieve the pressure in them endlessly.

He felt the growing heavy feeling in his gut and his balls, and, panting, he stood up, still stroking himself. He tucked his balls in behind his calves, shuffling forward to minimise bouncing until he was at the edge of the tile, pointing his dick at the open door of the double-wide shower recess. He could no longer reach the end of his dick without bending forward, so he moved both hands next to each other, pumping at the base of his cock, until he felt the empty pangs of sensation running up the underside and the fluid tightness in his balls that he knew intimately but somehow never tired of.

He yelped, his body tightening up. His first shot would actually not be his biggest – a massive glob of cum that belched slowly from the slit of his cock, half dripping down to the floor, half rolling down the underside of his shaft. That's because the pressure would still be building for his second shot, where his muscles seized, tightened like a bowstring and started to propel no less than three gallons of thick spunk into the air at substantial velocity. The thick rope exited his body with audible glooping sounds, launching across the entire tiled sub-room to splatter against the far wall. His eyes rolled, throat gurgling, the supernatural sensation of his orgasm sparking across his brain and practically shorting it out.

There was a moment of pause after his second shot, the pleasure welling back up, his muscles tightening back up in preparation, a supercharged version of the feeling just before orgasm began, and then the pleasure snapped back as he shot an even larger load. Cum piled on top of cum, thick pearly puddles spreading across the tiles. Jasper's legs wobbled, one hand reaching out for the nearby counter as the other kept tugging at his dick.

His fourth cumshot was still voluminous but less powerful, creating a slimy trail that led to the puddles of destruction in the shower recess. Same for the fifth and sixth, where finally the pressure began to relent and his cock simply began to belch thick strings that flung lazily across the floor and drip down. If he hadn't cum overnight, he would easily have had to endure another two or three cripplingly-hard shots earlier on. The eleventh rope was the final spurt, a rallying cry that made him shudder and moan as it left his body, and then he was done.

He always treasured these moments, just after unleashing his body. Suffused with the warm pleasure of afterglow, holding his enormous, virile cock, staring down the length of it at the scene of manly, sexual carnage, the sea of his raw sexuality he'd just sprayed across the room in his fit of overdeveloped self-pleasure. The only thing better was when his hands started stroking him back into preparation for round 2.



Samantha Meadows knew better than to bother her son in the morning. It wasn't that he was moody or aggressive about it – quite the opposite. He was more than happy to acknowledge her and talk, it's just that he would continue to shamelessly masturbate while he did.

She tried not to let her son's condition bother her, and mostly succeeded. She'd learned to deal with his clothing requirements, the laundry burden, and the general, hypothetical idea of his sexual needs. She knew he needed it, he sorted himself out, and that was that. He was even being more courteous in his cleaning lately, much to her relief, but she still considered it primarily her duty to avoid walking in on him tending to himself. Big people often had issues with the concepts of inappropriate behaviour, shame and decorum, and while her darling boy had trained himself out of some of the way he used to behave in public after becoming Big, the idea of stopping his self-pleasure to talk to his parents was a step too far.

The doorbell rang, and suspecting who it was, she made her way to the door before her husband did. Daniel was always far too keen to greet the neighbour's daughter and her son's casual girlfriend.

Elena Petrovic greeted her with an almost glittering smile. "Good morning Mrs. Meadows! I was just stopping over to say hi to Jasper!"

Elena was nineteen, with strong features, long dark hair, brown eyes and olive-tone skin. Her most striking feature, though, was two striking features – two ridiculously enormous breasts that spanned almost her entire body from chest to knees, like the girl was suspending beanbags from her upper torso. They bounced against each other, jiggling and jostling and wobbling, and even with the loose, tent-sized blouse she was wearing, her nipples pointing at an angle towards the ground, Samantha could still see the grapefruit-sized bumps against the fabric.

Completely hidden from view from the front, Elena's Big had also made its way to her rump. Two basketball-sized ass cheeks were nestled in a set of seventy-inch-wide hips and topping thick, meaty thighs. Everywhere else, though, Elena was fit and slim – almost unfairly so in Samantha's opinion. The girl had a trim waist, slim arms and small calves with dainty feet – far too dainty to carry their gluteal bounty, if Elena had been a normal girl. She was wearing a pair of extra-large booty shorts that revealed a substantial amount of her oversized cheeks, and a pair of small flip-flops. No bra, of course, but Samantha was used to that and it wasn't as if the poor girl could find one that would be any use – nor was it as if she needed one. Probably no underwear either, and that was none of Samantha's business at all.

Samantha smiled back. It was funny, the way they maintained this façade. Part of her commitment to not intruding in any way to her son's love life was pretending that Elena "saying hi" meant anything but fucking. It wasn't as if her needs were any less boundless or urgent than Jasper's, and Jasper's room was just simply better equipped for their activities.

"Hi Elly. Jasper's just in his room. He's probably in the middle of his, um, morning routine." She saw Elena bite her lip on the receipt of that information. "You just head straight down the hall, okay honey?"

"Thank you, ma'am!" Samantha could never claim the girl was anything but unfailingly polite, and she'd even tried hard to stop fooling around with Jasper on the occasions when Samantha had accidentally walked in on them. She never totally succeeded, and the effort was completely spoiled when Jasper would casually ask his mother what she needed while continuing to plow Elena without a hint of embarrassment, but Samantha at least appreciated the effort.

Elena stood at the entrance for a moment, looking side to side, twisting her heel into the welcome mat. Samantha's brow furrowed, before she realised where she was standing.

"Oh, sorry dear!" She stepped to the side, leaving extra space in front of the door. More politeness and self-control from the girl. Though the magic of Big meant Elena bore the weight without too much trouble, she was carrying well over a thousand pounds of breastflesh and the momentum was enough to send someone flying from even a casual bump. Even if she was being careful not to hurt people, though, Elena had enough presence of mind to realise not everyone in the world felt like being pressed into the side of her fleshy bounty. Jasper wasn't as considerate – more than once Samantha had had to admonish her son for not having enough awareness of the bulk of his testicles and how they were impeding on others, including herself sometimes.

Elena stepped through the door, first hooking one breast around the frame and then turning and stepping backwards to hook the other through. They were far too wide for her to go through the average doorframe front-on. She gave Samantha a sheepish smile and made her way down the hall, stepping diagonally to accommodate her size. Samantha watched her enormous ass wiggle behind her as she went.

"What was that, honey?" Daniel emerged from the kitchen. Samantha shrugged. "It was just Elly coming to visit, dear."

"Oh, I missed her?" Samantha shot him a withering look. She knew, deep down, that most of what she was dealing with was a confluence of unfortunate accidents. It wasn't her husband's fault that he was remarkably handsome for a man in his late 40s, and it wasn't Elena's fault that the girl was a sexual caricature and uncontrollably, magnetically attracted to him. She tried her very hardest to not let it slip out, and Samantha knew even at the times when she'd caught Elena outrageously flirting that it wasn't intentional. It still tested her patience to its absolute limits when Elena accidentally called him "daddy" or when Daniel seemed all too keen to see the girl pass through on her frequent visits.

Daniel caught the look. "I mean, um, that's nice. I hope she and Jasper have fun?"

Samantha sighed. "You know they will."



Jasper was halfway through his third orgasm of the morning when he heard his door click open. He turned one eye lazily towards the door, but broke out into a grin when he saw the gigantic swell of blouse-covered breast enter, followed by Elena. She manoeuvred her other breast in, pressed the door closed and pushed her back against the wall, fixing his gaze with hooded eyes.

"Good morning, my big, manly cock monster."

Jasper kept grinning, still pumping his cock. Elena's eyes were now following it, and then to the mounds of dozens of gallons of cum left by his exploits.

"Good morning to my favourite big, fat pleasure pillows."

She giggled, moving her hands down to press the enormous mounds together and lift them up slightly. "Your big, fat pleasure pillows missed you. I've cum five times this morning and I still can't get that giant log of man-meat out of my head."

"Can you ever?"

She giggled again. "Sometimes, when I've got another guy or a really hot girl in front of me. My big beautiful boobies know what they really need, though – they need Big cock."

In a practised motion she slipped her blouse off and cast it aside, and did the same with her shorts, stepping out of them daintily. Grapefruit-sized dark brown nipples greeted the air of his bedroom. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from the side, sandwiching him between her breasts. She pushed her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth, moaning passionately as his cock bumped against the side of her bouncing, jiggling tit.

She pushed her breasts together, her Big-enhanced strength letting her manipulate the vast bulk, squeezing her lover between them and disrupting his stroking. "Stop that, I want to make you cum. First between my tits, and then however you want it. How many times have you cum this morning?"

He grunted. "Only two, babe."

She licked her lips. "Oh you must need it bad, then. Okay so first between my boobies, then with me sitting on you, smothered in my tits, rubbing my huge ass up and down your cock and belly, and then it goes in and we seriously fuck."

She felt it lurch against her breast, and moaned. "Oh yeah, I think he likes that idea."

She let Jasper go, turning around his body until she could plant her ass on the tiles. Her cheeks spread across the hard surface and she could feel strings of his cum working their way up between her cheeks, which only made her more ready to go. She laid back, shivering at the slimy feel of his man-batter, and grunted, lifting her tits together to make a line of cleavage that looked like it went for miles. Her tiny arms sank into the overflowing flesh, the extremities of her breasts bouncing and wobbling in their own orbits.

"Fuck my tits, Jasper."

He dropped his dick between them without ceremony, kneeling either side of her waist. Covered in precum and actual cum, it needed no further lubrication. Jasper added his hands to Elena's own, pressing her tits together and starting to thrust, fucking the sloshing mountains hard. Elena immediately started to squeal. Like Jasper, like all Big people, she revelled in her size. It was more than that for her, though. Nothing felt more right to her than her tits being a plaything, a set of pleasure pillows custom-built for sucking and stroking and extracting load after load of cum from cocks. It simultaneously provided her more pleasure than she could ever have imagined and completely clarified her place in the world in a way no ordinary person could ever aspire to.

Elena had gone Big a few years after Jasper did, and unlike Jasper she was already blossoming when the condition hit. While not as much as someone who became Big in their 20s, Elena at least had a baseline for her sexuality before her breasts had ballooned up, before the Big libido hit, and she knew totally, completely, that she wouldn't ever go back. The comfort she was able to find in knowing what her life was meant for, her purpose on the earth, was worth any hardship of being Big – and even those hardships mostly just served to remind her of her giant, soft, sensual, orgasmically sensitive, life-affirming titties.

She did her best to pump them up and down Jasper's shaft, her supernatural strength able to shift them up and down despite their inclination to slosh like a wave pool. She could feel every stroke in the core of her brain, buzzing her hyper-enhanced libido with reward for using her tits for what they were built for. A good amount of Jasper's length poked out of her cleavage, and she started to lick it on each stroke, catching his eyes over the motion of her ocean of breast when she got the chance. His balls rubbed and bounced against her thighs, the weight creating delicious pressure on her crotch.

"Ff-fuck yeah, Jasper, fuck my tits! C-cover me in your jizz! God you're so fucking big!"

It wasn't just dirty talk for her boyfriend's benefit, although she certainly knew that talking about him being big and cumming hard revved him up. She really did love being underneath his gargantuan cock, on the receiving end of gallons and gallons of spunk. She normally revelled in being big, but feeling small compared to Jasper's penis was her happy place.

They certainly weren't exclusive – they both understood each other's needs and that being Big just simply wasn't compatible with monogamy. Occasionally they told each other about their polyamorous trysts as they fucked each other. But Jasper loved how Elena felt about him and his size, and while Elena knew bigger cocks existed, she'd never encountered one, and certainly not one worth giving up the lovely boy next door she'd grown up with.

"G-god, baby, please, you're so big, you're so big, please, shoot off that giant cock and fucking drown me in your cum!"

That was the other thing that cemented for her that being Big was right for her – if she wasn't Big, then Jasper wouldn't be with her. And she knew she was meant to be with Jasper.

She felt the increasing urgency of his thrusts, she heard him grunting and moaning harder. "E-elly, oh fuck, Elly, I'm gonna-"

She whined. "Yeah baby, oh please, let that giant fucking cum cannon go, don't hold back! Fuck, you're the biggest cock in the world, you're so big, so manly-"

That pushed him over the edge, and with a rattling moan his cock let out its first shot. Elena loved every minute of his leviathan cumshots, but in a strange way his first little pseudo-shot was her favourite. She loved watching his cockslit spread open as the enormous glob of spunk just rolled out. It really let her appreciate how hot and thick and viscous it was in a way she really couldn't when it was blasting her like it was coming out of a firehose. She allowed herself a moment to take it in before shuffling back, her ass cheeks slick on the tile, grabbing his cock with both hands and pointing it straight at the cleft between her mammoth tits.

It fired. It caught her full in the chest, splattering up across her face and across her rack, dripping down in high-speed rivulets across her tummy and pooling into her thick thighs. That was it for her, and her squeal joined Jasper's gasping moans as she started to cum as well – partially from the simulation of her tits, partially just from the sensation of being completely dominated by her boyfriend's overwhelming virility.

She kept cumming as he kept shooting, and soon Elena was coated in a thick veneer of pearly goo. Her hands massaged it into her breasts, extending her orgasm, staring up at Jasper with her hooded eyes through strings of spunk. When Jasper finally finished, he staggered to the side, falling into his computer chair, and Elena just exalted in rubbing his seed into every part of her body.

"I-" she gurgled, then wiped away the strings of cum around her mouth. "Jasper. I love you."

"Me too, babe." He was panting, still recovering in his chair. She shook her head.

"No, not just "me too." I love you."

He looked down at her, a tiny dark-haired slip of a girl carrying around breasts ten times heavier than her, heaving around her gigantic ass like luggage, basted head to toe in his jizz.

"I… I love you too. Fuck. You really are the best."

She giggled. "No, you're the best. I just happen to have the perfect body for the best."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"No, you."

They stared at each other for a moment, and burst into laughter. Elena's laughter soon turned into giggles, which soon turned into husky breathing.

"So I know I made a plan earlier, but how would you feel if we broke the plan a little bit and you just went straight to fucking my butt?"



There were only two characteristics shared by all Big people. One was their sex drive. The other was the fact that they could always, without question, have sex with each other – no matter the logistics involved. When he'd first transformed, Jasper thought that dashed his hopes completely of ever actually being inside a woman. However, as it turned out, it just meant his options were a little more restricted.

No matter the nature of their transformation, Big people's vulvas and asses could always accept the penis of another Big person. They could stretch to any size and return to complete tightness afterwards. Their insides could contort, rearrange and accommodate any length. How it all happened was as much a mystery as where Big people got all the extra flesh, how a human body could support a three foot erection or breasts heavier than ten people or how someone can ejaculate gallons every day, but they revelled in their elasticity.

Some Big people, however, took it a step further. People with Big rears – the ass, hip and thigh expansion that Elena had, for example, could not just be fucked in the ass, but could do it perfectly cleanly and not just painlessly, but utterly pleasurably. She still generally preferred her breasts being played with and fucked, but as far as giving up a warm hole to Jasper, her transformation meant her butt was always ready, required no preparation or cleanup and never failed to make her cum cripplingly hard.

She flopped over, still coated in cum and sitting in puddles of it. She rested atop her breasts like fleshy beanbags, both giving her a warm, comfortable pillow to sit on and tantalising her immense nipples against the cold tile and streaks of cum. She lifted her butt, wiggling her cheeks at her lover. He immediately stepped forward, resting his still-mostly-hard cock in the cleft of her butt, starting to rub it up and down against her. She cooed, rocking back and forth on her tits to assist his motion.

"Yeah lover, come on. I know you can still get hard. Do you want to stretch me wide open with your big fucking log of a cock? You can only cram it in my butt if you get hard, lover."

She heard him groan and giggled, pushing back against him so that his cock stood straight up, pressing her butt-cheeks against his crotch. She felt his nutsack press against her thighs, resting on her calves, and lightly pulled her legs up so she could feel the warmth of the immense orbs against the lower curve of her ass.

"They say guys only like little perky pixie butts, Jasper, did you know that? Tiny little nothing asses with not an ounce of fat on them." She rubbed her cheeks up and down the bottom of his pole. "It's really sad that I only have this big, fat. thick, juicy butt instead, isn't it? I just don't think I can get you hard with my massive ass?"

Another stroke of her cheeks told her he was back to rigid hardness, and she could feel hot precum sliding down the length of his pole. She felt his dick slide all the way back, the bumps at the bottom of the ridge surrounding his glans catch the outmost protrusion of her buttocks, and then felt the oozing tip press between her cheeks. She didn't even get a chance to coo before he pushed, inserting the entire head of his cock into her ass.

She'd once made Jasper take a video with his smartphone when he entered her, and watching her ass stretch to take his giant cock was shocking, even for someone outweighed ten times over by their own breasts. She had, however, happily observed the bulge his cock created in her stomach when he pushed inside her. It was weird and frightening at first, but even from the start felt too good to really fear, and by now she was completely used to it.

Her mouth dropped open, tongue lolling, eyes crossing slightly as Jasper's tree-trunk cock slid deeper and deeper inside her. She rocked thoughtlessly on her breasts, working him in bit by bit, filling herself completely with hot, throbbing dick. It slowly started to emerge from underneath her stomach, the trim flesh stretching to make room for the gigantic cockhead inside her.

She wiggled and squealed the whole way down, and when Jasper finally bottomed out, his balls bouncing against the back of her thighs, his cock pushing against the underside of her breasts from inside her belly, she started to cum. She choked and gurgled, her head pitching forward into the doughy swell of her tits, her spasmodic shuddering atop the sensitive masses only compounding the strength of her orgasm.

"Ffffuck! Oh sh-shit, aah-uh-uh-uhhhh…"

Jasper slid back, and Elena shrieked as his cock stirred her up, seizing and shaking harder. Her arms flailed, groping at the sea of breastflesh underneath her. She felt Jasper's hands on her ass, gripping hard, anchoring him as he pushed back inside her. His balls thudded into her, his grunts and gasps mingling with her moaning and whining. Her orgasm abated but didn't actually fade completely, the pulsing pleasure continuing as he fucked her. Elena's body had transcended mere multiple orgasms – if she was being fucked right, once she began cumming she could spend the entire session in one big super-orgasm that simply peaked and bottomed.

Elena's brain marinated in pleasure signals while Jasper revelled in her supernaturally-fuckable ass, her insides squeezing and rippling around his pole, stomach flesh stretching like rubber. He drew one hand back and slapped it firmly into her cheek, making her pitch forward and squeal again, her orgasm peaking as the sensation shuddered through her body.

A few more minutes of thrusting, kneading and spanking, Elena shrieking through at least three more peaks of her orgasm, and Jasper felt the hollow sensation that heralded his orgasm spreading through the underside of his cock. His hands slid across her cheeks to grip her tiny waist as his thrusts became more desperate. Elena felt the change in his rhythm and almost on instinct began to work her hips more, wiggling her ass from side to side and squeezing to stimulate him.

He growled, cursing, pushing up until his legs were pressed against her ass, hips jerking as his cock began to unleash his monumental cumload inside of her. She howled as she felt cum flood her body, eighteen gallons of thick goo bursting into her stomach, her midriff blowing up like a water balloon to hold Jasper's potent bounty. By the time he sighed happily, pulling back as his cock finished shooting, Elena was raised even further in the air, propped up on a stomach nearly three and a half feet across. Jasper pulled back, pulling his cock out with a pop and a glob of cum, his softening pole still connected by a drooping rope of the stuff. He collapsed back into his chair, while Elena just sighed and rested on her breasts. She could feel her stomach already starting to work on the load, already starting to shrink slightly.

Big people's semen normally eventually evaporated after a couple of days, but inside another Big person, it took mere minutes. It wasn't her favourite thing about being Big, but Elena enjoyed the temporary sensation of being weighed down, immobile while her body processed away the load she'd just taken. By the time it shrunk back down enough that Elena could roll over and lift herself back up onto her feet, Jasper had already gotten dressed, pulling on a t-shirt and pair of sweats. Elena giggled at how much the fabric had to stretch over his junk, the whole curve of his flaccid cock and giant balls completely visible, gathered up into a huge flattened mound that projected almost two feet in front of his body.

"Not even any pillow talk? What if I wanted to cuddle?"

"When do we ever cuddle? It always turns into sex."

"I want to cuddle your dick with my boobs."

He grunted. "That sounds really good, but we have to go out today, remember?"

She groaned. "Yeah, I know, it's just… Ugh. Why can't people just leave us alone to be naked and fuck all the time?"

He grinned. "You know I'm up for that, babe."

"Yeah but try telling a normie that. Ugh, my mom is the worst." She walked over to the wall, grabbing a towel and rubbing off as much cum as she could reach. "Elena, you should be thinking about your education! Elena, your grades are too low! Elena, you'll never become a doctor if you keep this up! She just doesn't fucking get it."

She walked back over to her clothes, crouching and picking them up from the side. "I mean fuck, I play nicely. Way more nicely than I have to, honestly. But she still acts like this is just a phase and in a year or two I'm going to get over it and go to med school. Like this is just some unfortunate accident I'm ashamed of, like I wish I wasn't Big!"

He shrugged. "Maybe you shouldn't try as hard."

She snorted. "You would say that, you brat."

"Well, seriously. Why should you pretend you're anything but proud of what you are? We're better than them, babe."

She gasped, wide-eyed, but he went on. "Oh come on Elly, you know it's true, and I don't feel bad about saying it because they fucking pity us. You said it yourself, like we're victims of an accident and we're just keeping a stiff upper lip and dealing as best we can. But we don't have any fucked up issues about what we're supposed to be doing or what we're for. We don't want anything more than each other. We have these amazing bodies and we can experience things they could never dream of. We're just… It's better, being Big."

She bit her lip, grinding one heel into the carpet. "You say that like we aren't human, Jasper."

"Are we?"

She raised her hand, mouth opening, then paused. Jasper looked her in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. "Okay that might have been going too far. But we're different. And better."

She extended her hand forward, caressing down his cheek, smiling faintly. "Maybe you're right. I am happy and proud of what I am, don't think I'm ever not. And even if I wasn't, it'd be worth it to be with you. I'm just not sure I'm willing to, like, go as far as saying I'm not a human being any more, mm?"

He nodded. "Yeah, of course. I was being silly, babe. Anyway, uh, are you coming?" He held out his hand to her.

"No, I just did like five times." They looked at each other for a minute and sniggered. She held out her hand and placed it in his. "Yeah, okay. Lead the way."

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Their eyes flickered to a litany of agreement in the stream chat. They coughed, looking back into the camera and shrugging their shoulders back. A pair of exceptionally large breasts were nestled behind an argyle-print woollen sweater vest over a plain white blouse.

“Welcome to my Stretch Goal Stream! As you all know, I promised a very special treat for all my sponsors if my Sponseor hit fifteen hundred a month, and well…”

They held their arms out with a silly grin. “I can’t thank you all enough for your love and support! Part of why I started my Muddlr was to become more comfortable with myself, to learn to love myself, and you’ve been so important for that, even before I started Sponseor for people who wanted to support my journey.”

The side of their mouth curled up, and they gently shook their chest. “Of course, you’re not here to hear me tell you how great you are, are you? You’re here for an intimate night with Princess Penis.”

The chat exploded with agreement, and they giggled. They sat back on the bed with their legs apart, showing off their black skirt, thigh-high white socks and black pumps, as well as their vast, thick thighs that led up to a rear the skirt struggled to cover.

“Of course, you’d all remember the Sponseor poll for what I’d wear for this stream – and no, “nothing” wasn’t an acceptable option, despite its popularity.” They stuck out their tongue. “Naughty librarian” was the winner, so you’ll notice that I’ve chosen a fetching ensemble that suggests what I could do for you without too much… Advertising, let’s say.”

They bit their lip, staring at the camera. “Of course you all know my wardrobe options are a little limited – and none of you have a problem with that, do you?”

They crossed their arms under their bust, and winked. “So, what questions do you have for your naughty librarian?”

Their heart was still hammering as the chat scrolled, despite their calm and lascivious exterior. They kept reminding them that it was a safe space – a space of their most dedicated fans. Their eyes spotted the first question.

They raised their eyebrows. “I’m legal, if that’s what you were worried about. I’m twenty-four.”

More questions flashed up, some ordinary, some exceptionally lewd. They felt their breathing grow heavier as their body started to react, their libido surging. They pulled their arms under the hem of their sweater and slipped it up, revealing the blouse buttoned tightly over their lush body which prickled with a cold sweat of fear.

Of course, they’d been less clothed than this before on their Muddlr blog. They’d done all manner of unspeakable things, but only in stills. Not on a live broadcast, like this. It brought back all sorts of memories for them – not great ones, memories of trying to hide themself while changing, keeping them and their body out of sight, avoiding as much attention as possible. They’d never been able to undress even in front of their partners, but they knew they needed to put it behind them and force them to get more comfortable.

The next question they grabbed – what are your measurements? They giggled as they kicked off their high heels, wiggling their sock-clad toes at the camera. A few of their fans had asked for custom feet pics before.

“Why are you guys wasting time on questions that you can find on my muddlog? My measurements are thirty-four-J, thirty, fourty-four. Well, thirty-four-J most of the time.”

They blushed watching an energetic round of cheering in the chat. It had taken them years to come to terms with the fact that there were people who considered their body attractive, not gross and fat. They’d been slim and skinny when they were younger, but since puberty nothing they did had been able to stop them from hourglassing out dramatically. They could feel dull pressure building in their breasts.

The questions kept rolling as their breathing grew heavier. One of the major milestones in their journey had been working to transfer the trepidation and fear of discovery they associated with their body into the slow-burn of lust they felt constantly. They’d been moderately successful, but with the odd side effect of gradually turning them into an exhibitionist – and now as much as their heart was pounding in fear, they were very much getting off on being watched.

It was obvious from how many people were asking it what the next question had to be – why their body was the way it was. They knew it had to be coming, but it still caught them by surprise. They were sure their face dropped for a minute, but they quickly replaced it with the wry smile that they’d decided was going to be their shield for the night.

“Well now, that’s a real question.” They began to unbutton their blouse while they went on to answer. “The funny thing is I know, but I don’t really know. I have an extremely rare endocrine disorder. A unique one, actually. They think it’s something genetic, but what isn’t?”

They pulled their blouse against them and, as well as outlining their oversized bra, there was a thick cylindrical indentation from the bottom of their stomach up to their sternum. Revealing that made them hold their breath as their heart thudded, their deepest secret being broadcast on video to the entire world.

“Whatever’s causing it, my bloodstream is this fucked-up hormonal cocktail. There’s shit in there that shouldn’t be there, and there’s shit in there that shouldn’t exist. Literally like four or five compounds that they’ve never seen before and couldn’t make in a lab if they tried.”

They got three buttons down, and leaned back slightly, revealing the bulbous head of a huge, thick penis.

Their screenname, of course, was not simply a declaration of their interests, it was a very relevant physical descriptor. Hitting puberty not only unlocked their figure, but also triggered a bump to sprout in their groin. That bump didn’t take long to turn into a small penis, which in turn didn’t take long to turn into a moderately-sized penis, which took not much longer to turn into a big penis. It was the core of their insecurity, the foundation of their dysphoria and by this point a tremendous part of their life.

They allowed themself a silent, still moment of fear as the head peeked over the front of their blouse, ignoring the wet patches either side of it.  Of course, they’d been doing well enough at associating their fear with their arousal that the shock made it throb hard.

“So. This flood of weird shit in my body is the reason for everything in front of you. It keeps me thick and curvy and maintains this big dick that you all like so much – plus the huge balls that feed it.”

It felt good to sit there and explain it – they couldn’t ever bring them to tell anyone face-to-face, and an undifferentiated mass of people who were at least nominally on their side was the safest bet. It also felt good to let the air caress their glans. They kept talking as they unzipped the side of their skirt and started to slide it down their legs.

“There’s some side effects. Nothing deadly. Couple of smaller things. I have a high body temperature, so I get hot easily and sweat a lot. I get blood sugar issues and have weird sleep patterns. I have an overactive appetite, put on weight really easily, but it all goes onto my tits and ass.”

They slipped their legs out of the skirt and kicked it off with a curvaceous leg. Clad only in a pair of oversized white panties was what was clearly a gigantic scrotum, each of its testicles the size of a billiard ball. They spread their sock-clad legs for the camera, their dick pulsing hard with the erotic thrill of showing off.

“That’s not what you care about though, is it sweethearts?” They winked, their balls jostling in their cloth prison. “There are five major side effects. You probably know about them, but let’s talk about them.”

They decided to add a second piece of clothing to this question. They found it oddly easy to keep talking, and it felt good to get it off their chest. They began to unbutton the rest of their blouse, moaning happily as their cock swung down and away from their body. It was a full fourteen inches long and seven inches around. One of their hands couldn’t completely circle its astounding girth. Their breasts were leaking a pale fluid.

“That’s the first. I have a cock. I’ve had a cock for over a decade now, and it’s grown pretty continually over that time. It’s mostly stopped growing now, sorry to disappoint. Everything about it is completely functional.”

They squeezed their tits, moaning lightly as milk sprayed from their nipples. “The second is I lactate. Pretty heavily. Around a gallon every day. Things get really painful if I don’t drain them at least twice a day. They get fucking huge too.”

They leaned back against the head of the bed, taking a perfect pose in front of the camera for their audience to be able to see their face and breasts as well as the entirety of their cock and balls, along with a generous amount of their thick thighs.

“The third is cyclical. I have a cycle like a woman does, but the hormones mean it’s, well… Different. You know how girls get like a bit swollen and bloaty when they’re on their period? My body goes nuts. My tits bloat up like crazy, my milk goes into overdrive, I retain water everywhere and even my cock gets bigger and leaks like crazy. My skin gets even hotter so I’m all prickly and sweaty and bloated and sensitive. I have a different set of clothes for when I’m on my cycle. It sucks, but I’m sure a bunch of you guys don’t mind me getting bigger and thicker and hornier for a few days every month, hmm?”

They gripped their huge dick about a quarter of the way down towards the base, gently starting to tug it up and down, taking a rattling breath before going on, slowly jerking themself off as they spoke to their audience.

“The fourth one is my libido. The hormones mean my sex drive is through the roof. I’m horny more often than not, I get turned on really easily, even when I’m not on my cycle. A slow day for me is only cumming five times. I, uh, can’t really cum less than that.”

They reached up and gripped one of their pillowy breasts, sending a stream of milk squirting out across the bed as their cock lurched hard. They couldn’t help but moan.

“That’s because of th-the last one, my semen production. I make so much of it, constantly. Whether I’m horny or not, whether I’m sleeping, working out, whatever-hhnng, my body just keeps producing cum. Non-stop.”

Their hand was moving faster across their cock now, slick rivulets of precum providing ample lubrication. They moved their hand down underneath it, tugging their panties off their balls and letting the bloated orbs sit free, falling on the bed. They gasped as they tried to get on top of the sensations to keep talking.

“Ffffuck. Mmm. And if I don’t cum often enough, it builds up in the bottom of my tummy and my balls. I get the- aahnng, the most painful blue balls and cramps. So I’ve gotta cum all the time, and when I do, well, you’ll see…”

They jerked themself off with two hands now, precum still leaking in a steady stream from the slit of their dick. Their breasts were dripping with milk, their face locked in exultant pleasure. It barely even entered their head to stop and realise that they were jerking off in front of a public audience. They grunted and whined, pale skin flushed and sweaty, beginning to stroke faster and faster.

“Nnng. I-ffuuuck, ah-ah! Ah! I’m g-ooh, shu-shit, gonna cuu-eeeeah-uum!”

Their eyes caught the camera, and, biting gently on their lower lip, they kept staring with hooded eyes as their orgasm began to approach.

“W-watch me cum, watch me fucking cum you per-aah! Perverts! I’m-oh! Oh! Ohhhh-“

Their mouth dropped open as their cock strained hard. A huge bead of pearly cum belched out from the end and rolled down the shaft before, with another lurch, their cock shot off hard, blasting a rope of spunk straight up into the air and over Sloane’s body. Their abs and hips bucked with the force of their orgasm, a deep, choking moan rolling from their mouth.

The volume of semen was unbelievable. Each time they shot off, Sloane pumped out two or three times as much cum as an average man’s entire ejaculation. Their orgasm lasted a good twenty seconds of grunting, twitching, bucking and moaning, each shot as powerful as the last until their cock finally began to flag, twitching and pumping out globs of cum that dripped down the shaft. Sloane’s body was covered in thick streaks of their own spunk, including a generous amount smeared across their face and glasses. They sat for a moment, panting, trying to regain composure. They lifted their hand up, examining the strings of cum between their fingers, and gave them a long, gentle lick.

“Mm. Ugh. So that… That was one of my orgasms. A pretty average one. I know there was that controversy going around a while ago about whether I used fake cum in my photos, well, there’s your answer. Last time I tried measuring it I made about ten ounces of cum.”

They smiled at the camera through a pearlescent coating. “And remember I have to do that five times a day, minimum. More when I’m on my period. It gets messy. Also between that and my leaky fucking tits I drink two gallons of water a day just to not dehydrate.”

Their anxiety had mostly faded for now. Having just experienced a full orgasm in the middle of revealing the inner workings of their body in excruciating detail, they were feeling quite comfortable with the situation, especially thanks to a glorious afterglow. They grunted and reached down to slide their panties down sticky legs, lifting their balls slightly to let their pussy breathe.

“More questions, darlings?” Their eyes scanned the scrolling chat as they idly licked cum from their hands. “Do I consider myself male or female? Both. Especially since I’ve become more comfortable with my body. A couple of years back I decided I was nonbinary. I prefer “they.” I don’t like “she” but I’ll grit my teeth and take it. I do not like “he” at all, and “it” can fuck right off, I will flip out.”

They nestled one hand behind their balls, simultaneously playing with them and their juicing pussy, while the other groped lightly at one of their breasts, milk streaming down their body.

“Boyfriend? I’ve had a couple, and a couple of girlfriends. Between my body, my needs and my sex work I’m hard to date. I’m back and forth in a couple of relationships right now with some really cool poly queer people around town, so if you want to get into my pants that’s a good place to start.”

They moaned lightly as their cock started to pulse, slowly filling up to hardness again. They slipped two fingers into their pussy, bringing a sudden let-down of milk from their oversized tits. Their hand bumped against their balls with every stroke.

“Mmf. One downside of my huge balls is it’s hard to play with my pussy, and it’s really awkward to get dick up there. So worth it though… Anyway-aaah, qu-questions?”

Their eyes attempted to scan the chat even as they were unfocusing and rolling in their head. “Uh, how often do I cu-uum? Seven or eight times on a normal day. T-ten or eleven on my period, fffuck. “

Their cock was rallying back to almost full hardness now, glistening with the cum from their previous orgasm. They dropped their breast and began palming the glans, using their thumb to tease the slit.

“Ggh. Am I fertile? Mmm, no prizes for guessing what you’re into, perv. Yes and no. The doctors-hnng- are pretty sure I can’t ha-aave a baby.” They stopped stroking for a moment to answer. “Too many hormones. But they’re like 80% sure that the initial impregnation would trigger a new hormone flood before it failed to take and give me a phantom pregnancy. God only knows what’d happen with that, but their best guesses are it’d probably involve my tits and ass doubling in size, growing a big swollen belly and making ten times the amount of milk. And yes, dear, you can jerk off to that idea, I don’t mind.”

They sat for a moment, not touching their dick, just letting it throb and glisten, taking deep, panting breaths. They grinned as the next question flashed up.

“Can I suck my own dick? That doesn’t sound like a question, that sounds like a request.”

They sat up, leaned forward, tits hanging and bobbing against each other, and suckled the fat head of their cock into their mouth, closing their eyes with an exultant moan. They looked up with their lips stretched around the top of their cock, staring into the camera, and put up a pair of V signs either side of their face with a distorted smile and sparkling eyes. They pulled their mouth off with a pop and licked their lips.

“Starting today, I’m throwing myself 100% into my Sponseor. Sponsor content, commissioned videos, regular chats, slice-of-life updates and blogging, you name it. This journey has been amazing, and I want to continue it with all of you!”

They waved at the camera, winked, and ducked their mouth down onto their cock again, closing their eyes and moaning as they started to suck themself off again. Their hands rose up, cradling their breasts and pressing them around either side of the slick, heaving shaft, gently tugging as they began to increase the speed and ferocity of their sucking.

The stream audio was filled with grunts, moans and slick squishing noises. Spit, milk and precum dripped down the sides of Sloane’s cock. When they’d first realised they were big enough (in both parts) to do this it had been difficult to get the hang of, but by now unless they were feeling unusually sensitive or horny that day they generally managed to tit-fuck and suck themself to completion.

Their abs started to flex underneath their soft midriff. Their breasts were squirting streams across the bed and beneath their balls a wet patch was spreading out from their pussy. It occurred to them, as their orgasm began to build, that doing this while humping something stimulating would feel amazing.

They felt the sensation building in their crotch and along the underside of their cock and settled into a consistent rhythm, carefully keeping time with the orgasmic pulses rising up from the muscles of their crotch and pooling at the end of their cock just below the tip until they felt themselves go over the crest, dropping their tits and taking a deep breath through their nose in anticipation.

With a pained, muffled moan, their dick lurched, their hips bucked and they started shooting off straight into their own mouth. Their eyes rolled back in their head as their mouth filled up with their own cum before they were able to start gulping desperately, the load visibly rolling down their throat. Grunts and mewling noises accompanied their spasms as they unloaded into their own mouth.

When they’d finally finished shooting off they fell back against the pillows propped up against their bedhead, gasping, a trail of cum stringing between the end of their cock and their stretched lips. Their cock started to soften and droop between their thick thighs, laying across the huge mound of their oversized balls. Every visible inch of their lush body, their pendulous boobs, their plush midriff, their massive hips, bore a glistening, slimy coating of cum or milk or both. They looked around at the carnage, panting and biting their lip lightly.

“And that is a normal night, for me. My life gets weird and messy – and I hope you can share it with me.”

They blew a kiss at the camera before leaning forward with a light groan to switch off the stream. Mixed in with the afterglow was a tremendous sense of both relief and satisfaction – not sexual satisfaction, but something much deeper. They smiled. Maybe this was going to work out after all.

Futanari World: Victoria's Girlfriend

Vicki staggered into the school bathroom; the cool white tiles a familiar sight by now. She wiped away the beads of sweat from her forehead and quickly made her way into a stall, cursing her lack of self-control.

She knew she’d spent too long talking to Neil after math class, but she’d just felt so isolated in the months since her transformation into a futanari.

After her parents had gotten over the shock and taken her to the doctor, she faced the same series of life decisions any of the transformed women faced. Who do you tell? Who wants to know? Do you wear your condition openly or try to hide it?

Vicki had wanted to keep it a secret, to hide her condition as well as she could, but quickly found that the realities of life as a futanari made that incredibly difficult. How does one explain disappearing from school for a week, then coming back with a gigantic E cup rack and a figure that barely fits into any of your old clothes?  Having to disappear to the bathroom 3 or 4 times throughout the school day? None of her classmates knew everything about futanari but schoolyard rumour knows enough to be dangerous.

Girls avoided her, fearing that her condition was contagious, or that she was mere seconds away from pinning down and raping whoever she pleased. Guys were different but just as bad, openly leering at the size of her breasts or spreading rumours about what lay under her skirt. The school buzzed with stories about Vicki; that she caught it because she let another futanari fuck her. That her tits grew because one of them cummed all over her, that if she saw a cock and couldn’t suck it she’d go mad, or that she’d already gotten a dozen women pregnant.

What made talking to other people even harder was her modified sexuality – she’d never considered herself bisexual before her transformation, but the changes were far more than physical. Now, her cock throbbed and dribbled precum and her pussy juiced as she fought the temptation to stare at girls and guys alike, hungry eyes drinking in the size of their breasts or fantasising about what their pants hid, the curve and shape of their bodies.

Everything made her cock throb now. Her libido was relentless – even beyond her need to cum, she spent nearly every waking moment grappling with her desires, filthy thoughts and fantasies lurking at the back of her mind waiting for the merest crack in her composure to flood her mind, and once she was in, it was so hard getting out.

All it took was her mind wandering – a lull in class after finishing her work, a boring part of a movie or to lose concentration on a book, and her body would heat up. Sometimes she’d look at the people around her, sometimes she’d just retreat into scenes in her own head. She’d see herself sucking, fucking and being fucked by a parade of people, and as she got hornier and hornier it became so difficult to think about anything else. Once her cock reached full mast it would be impossible, especially because tearing her mind away from those fantasies at that stage meant her mutant hormones had already built up so much that her only choices were satisfying her lust or the slow onset of the horrifying prickling sensation that heralded her growth.

Neil was different; he didn’t gawk at her or shy away from her because of horrible stories and he was so kind and interesting that she didn’t even realise how hot he made her until they stopped talking. That, of course, was her downfall – she’d been so engrossed in talking to the young man that she’d missed the tightness in her balls and the aching thud of her shaft as it strained against her underwear, and now she was paying the price.

Her cock buzzed all over with the prickling sensation that chilled her blood, joined by an equally as unpleasant sensation through her testicles and in her swollen chest. It had been happening for several minutes now as she desperately hunted for a bathroom, minutes she knew she didn’t have before she started to grow again.

She’d only experienced the growth again once since her transformation, stuck on a train that ran late when she was already butted up against her schedule as it was. She'd squirmed, sweated and moaned lightly as she felt it prickle and pulse and swell against her jeans. She could feel the free space in her jeans shrinking, the weight in her crotch growing. By the time she'd left the train and dashed to a restroom, she’d packed on an extra inch of thick cock.

Vicki had no intention of experiencing it again. She sat back in the stall and started to stroke, her hands gripping and tugging in practised motions. Jerking off over a thousand times left you very familiar with your cock and how it reacted.

Her muscles relaxed and her plush ass settled back into the seat as she closed her eyes and let herself sink into the sensation. It was almost all worth it for this; all the inconvenience, the demands of her transformed body, the isolation, the fear. When she masturbated she came close to feeling like maybe she was glad it happened.

Her deft fingers tugged and rubbed at the skin of her fat cock. She didn’t bother trying to hide her moans any more, her newhalf-disorder-enhanced features locked in a trancelike expression of utter bliss as the pleasure began to build in the underside of her cock.

Several things happened at once. Vicki’s eyes snapped open as she heard the creak of the stall door she forgot to lock in her haste to get herself off. The telltale pressure began to build right behind the bottom of the head of her cock, the slit twitching.

She locked eyes with the redhead who just entered her stall, standing dumbfounded at the desperately masturbating dickgirl in front of her, and screamed as her cock started to spew a hot torrent of cum all over the girl, the thick shaft pulsing and her whole body jerking with each shot.

When she’d first transformed she’d managed about half a cup of cum with every orgasm, but had graduated to even more since her new growth, and every ounce of it was now dripping down this girl’s body.

Vicki had no words. She sat there, motionless, panting, her heart racing in her chest from afterglow and her discovery. The girl scraped a glob of cum from her face, looked at it for a moment, and in a motion that made Vicki throb just to look at slurped it down.

“Mmm. So those rumours about you WERE true.”

She stepped forward, Vicki still paralysed with fear, and locked the stall door behind her, dropping to her knees. Vicki had the opportunity to see her a little better now. She had a pretty, freckled face with a small, cute nose beneath shoulder length curly red hair. Her uniform blouse held a nicely-sized pair of breasts on a slim figure, with pale arms and a dusting of freckles on her chest.

She hugged Vicki’s cock close to her face, pressing the hot flesh into the smooth curve of her cheek, took a deep breath and gave an appreciative moan. Vicki started to whine and buck as the girl’s tongue began to explore the ridges and folds of her cock, cleaning up the leftover trails of cum that leaked from her eye.

Her small, delicately nailed hand gripped underneath the head, around the ridge, and her thumb pressed into the frenulum and began to rub in light, lazy circles as she traced around the eye with her tongue.

Vicki’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body went limp. None but her own hands had ever touched her cock before, and the pleasure of even the girls gentle touch was almost more than she could cope with.

Her tongue stopped teasing the eye but the tugging and rubbing of her hand became more insistent, until she was broken out of her reverie by the tell-tale digital shutter snap of a mobile phone.

Her blood froze again as she looked at the tiny, pink phone, the redhead grinning with unsuppressed glee.

“Now then, let’s establish some ground rules, futa slut. Unless you want the whole rest of the school to know what you’re packing in your cute little panties, then you have to do exactly what I say.”

Vicki stared at her with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. “You’re my girlfriend, now. Or boyfriend. Futafriend. Whatever, this cock is mine now.”

She gripped it hard at the bottom of the base. “You’re not allowed to get off now,” she said, “not until I tell you.” Vicki opened her mouth to protest but the redhead shushed her. “I know what that means, futa. I want you to grow for me. I’ve fantasised for years about having a cock like yours to boss around.”

She flipped her small pink purse around from behind her back, and rummaged in it with one hand, the other still gripping the base of Vicki’s cock with deceptive strength. She let go, moving her hand down to raise Vicki’s hefty sack and look at her sopping, achingly tight clit.

She produced a small white egg-shaped bead from her purse and pressed it down against it, making Vicki yelp from the cold, and taped it down, letting her balls drop back down and press it harder into her clit.

Vicki stared at the girl for a moment until she grinned, twisting a toggle wheel on a small remote. A horrifying buzz started up in the little bead, not powerful, but terribly insistent, buzzing straight into her clit and setting up a little in her scrotum, making her start to gasp and pant.

“There we go! You just came, so I thought you’d need a little help getting really nice and big by the time school finishes.”

Vicki’s eyes bugged. “No! That’s too long, I’ll be huge!”

 “That’s the idea, futapants.” The redhead giggled, giving Vicki’s balls a tender pat. “Your new girlfriend’s a total size queen. Anyway, you keep that egg nice and safe in there and keep your hands off your junk until hometime, and I promise your cute little girlfriend will drain your big sexy balls so dry they’ll shrivel.”

She sat back, affecting a mock expression of disappointment. “Of course, you could refuse, and your poor girlfriend won’t have any choice but to send your picture to every single number on her contact list and post it all over the Internet.” She said.

Vicki was still panting and sweating, her pole having barely gone to half-mast before the stimulation got to it and started the flow of blood back in. She was already having trouble thinking, but the answer was clear. She slumped.

“O-okay.” she mumbled, in a defeated tone. The girl clapped in glee, and stood up. “This is gonna be so much fun! I’ve got my own futa to play with! Now, I have to go get changed. Be a good little slut, okay, and meet me back here at hometime?”

She exited the stall with a pleasant skip, leaving Vicki sitting bemusedly in the stall, her cock twitching and her pussy dripping as the bead worked away incessantly at her self control.



Vicki sat in the back of her final class, gritting her teeth as sweat poured from her face. Only five more minutes to go, she told herself. Just five more minutes.

The last four hours had redefined the word “torture” for the poor futa girl. She’d managed to contain her composure for the first hour, and the bead’s battery had gone mercifully flat soon after. Her cock was rock-hard, but tucked up into her blouse with her usual elastic band around her waist to keep it in place she seemed to be managing to keep it together and hide it. She learned nothing in her class, focused entirely on trying to keep her mind off sexual thoughts, but she made it through.

By the time her scheduled orgasm rolled around, however, her body was clearly feeling the effects of her arousal. She was flushed, aching, sweating all over. Her panties were completely soaked through with juice, and she was stuffing tissue into them behind her full, aching balls to make sure she didn’t start leaving puddles where she sat.

The true torture began when the prickling started. The insistent, debilitating prickling sensation, like a hundred electric fingertips working away at her cock, her balls and her breasts. Before too long she was gasping as she could feel herself expanding, her cock slowly advancing up against her stomach, her balls filling out.

The growth continued for the next two hours, all pretense of keeping her thoughts off sex abandoned for simply keeping her hands off her rapidly bloating futahood. She openly gazed at other classmates, doing her best not to drool, as her mind was assaulted by sensations it didn’t understand. She hadn’t even been able to check how big she’d gotten but she could feel the fat, twitching head brushing the top of her stomach.

As well as the pleasure, she was dizzy with hunger, her stomach growling as her body desperately tried to find the nutrients it needed to continue her growth.

She was up and out of her seat as soon as the bell rang, making her way out of the classroom as quickly as she could without arousing suspicion, but drew up cold as she heard a voice call out behind her.

“Vicki?! Are you okay?”

She started taking deep breaths, looking around as Neil walked up beside her, and looked around at him with a glassy smile.

“I’m fine, Neil. Why?”

She felt as if she was going to pop a vein forcing herself to stay still and calm as her cock raged in her blouse, pulsing so hard it was stretching the band she used to secure it. She was nipping out, but her body was so desperate for nutrients her boobs had shrunk and weren’t pressing up against the fabric.

“You look sick, that’s all. Sort of stressed out.”

She took a deep breath, feeling erotic tremors pass through her body. She wanted to tell Neil what was wrong. Even more than that she wanted to pin him down and fuck him right there and then. She contented herself with saying “I’m fine, but I really don’t have time to talk right now and I’ll see you later.”

She spent the last few minutes heading to the bathroom in a mad dash. She felt the band holding her penis down snap, the whole length thudding forward to tent out the bottom of her blouse.

Her “girlfriend” was waiting for her in the bathroom, filing her nails. She lightened up as soon as she saw the sweating, panting futanari run through the door.

“Good girl! Right on time!”

Vicki’s breaths were coming in wet gasps, and juice was leaking down the back of her scrotum and her thighs. The girl huffed on one nail in an exaggerated gesture, then hopped down from the sink, looking Vicki’s body up and down with a wry grin.

“You’re a mess.” She said. “And I’m sure your titties are smaller. I guess all that cock and cum has to come from somewhere, doesn’t it?”

She started to pace back and forth, clearly enjoying watching Vicki stand there twitching and trembling. “From now on I want you eating more. I know how futas work, and I know that when you gain weight it all goes to your tits and ass. You’re going to plump up that figure for me until I say stop. I’ll be measuring, so you’d better do it. Speaking of which…”

She pulled a roll of measuring tape out of her pocket, unravelling it and snapping it with glee. “Strip, futapants.”

Vicki knew she was being manipulated but she’d never been happier to obey a command, unbuttoning her blouse and casting it aside. As soon as her bottom buttons were apart her cock sprung down from her stomach, standing out long and hard, pointing down slightly simply from its own thick weight.

She was shocked to notice the way the shaft had grown fatter than the head, now, the bloated stem curving inwards to form the ridge behind her glans.

Her skirt soon followed, and then her bra. Her panties weren’t even holding her balls any more, the orange-sized orbs drooping down on either side of the sodden, twisted length of fabric meant to hold them.

The girl stared dumbstruck at her oversized package, until Vicki whined, her cock throbbing and swelling slightly. “Please, can I cum now? I’m still growing!”

Her new girlfriend giggled, and cupped her swollen balls in one hand, feeling their heat. “Aww, since you asked so nicely.” She said.

She stood up and took a step forward, hooking one leg over the length of Vicki’s cock and pulled her in for a tight hug. She was slightly shorter than Vicki, and stood on raised feet to allow her thighs to press around the base of Vicki’s cock. Vicki hadn’t noticed earlier, but the girl had wide, sensual hips and a firm, round ass.

Her head darted down to allow her tongue to flick at one of Vicki’s erect nipples, sending a shiver through her whole body. Futanari were hypersensitive to stimulation at the best of times, but the last few hours of torture had left even a light breeze an erotic caress.

The girl started to rock her hips back and forth, the curves of the bottom of her cheeks and the heat of her pussy rubbing along the top of Vicki’s flexing cock. She cooed appreciatively as she felt the thick rod doing its best to try and lift her up.

Vicki was too paralysed by pleasure to even moan, her eyes rolling in her head as heat spread through her body. She could feel the pressure, she knew she was a matter of seconds from cumming, but something felt odd.

She made strangled noises, losing muscle control as the pleasure mounted beyond endurance. She hadn’t felt sensations like this since her first futa orgasms as she transformed, the crippling, destructive pleasure lighting up areas of her brain that weren’t even built to feel pleasure in its desperation to find some way of fully expressing just how good it felt.

Her lover moaned, her pussy juicing and lubricating her bucking, leaving a glistening trail along the top of Vicki’s cock. “Oh god, it’s sooo good! Your cock is fucking amaaaazing!” She screamed.

Vicki’s pleasure built to a crescendo, and her back arched as she began to howl. Her massive balls tightened hard, in a way she’d never felt before, and the tingling pressure started to move all the way up right behind the head of her cock. Her muscles gave a mighty, painful flex, and cum burst from the eye so hard the tip of her dick actually squelched with the pressure of its payload.

The pearly arc sailed across the bathroom and splattered on the opposite wall in a viscous starburst. Vicki moaned as she felt that sensation again, like her body was pulling down and compressing, her balls tightening until she suddenly pumped out another thick, voluminous burst.

The lag time between her shots was excruciating, each buildup feeling like the buildup to a new orgasm even as her brain marinated in sensation, leaving her paralysed, trembling and helpless to do anything but grapple with the pleasure of her cum.

The redheaded girl turned to watch Vicki’s cock shoot, still grinding her pussy against the lurching length, the sight and the stimulation enough to bring her to her own cum. She fell forward against Vicki, shaking as pussy juice dripped down the sides of Vicki’s shaft.

Another shot, then another, the pressure slightly lower now but still enough to spray cum across the room in thick trails. Red in the face and exhausted, Vicki’s cock was writing cheques her body simply couldn’t cash to keep cumming like this, but she had no choice.

Her orgasm easily went on for fifteen or twenty seconds of paralytic pleasure before finally subsiding. Completely drained, she folded up and fell back down onto the tiles, just able to brace herself before her wobbling arms gave out and she laid flat back out.

The two laid for a moment in a breathless embrace, rapidly cooling cum squishing between their bodies. A thick stream of it led all the way to and up the far wall, and gobs still dripped from the end of Vicki’s cock. The redhead raised her head, grinned, and slid down to suckle on the tip, slurping up the rest of the spunk.

“That was amazing. You futa girls are really something else.”

As tired as she was, Vicki still gave a low moan as the girl wrapped a hand around her wrist-thick pole and gently tugged. Futanari had no refractory period.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Everything about you is so sexy, like you’re just built to fuck. I guess you kind of are?”

She grinned as Vicki started to wiggle and moan, her cock barely allowed to shrink at all before blood started to flow back in, bloating it to its full fourteen inches again.

“So you’re my girlfriend now. You don’t even know my name, though! It’s Alexis. You can call me Lexi.”

If Vicki could have found the strength to laugh at the absurdity, she would have, but it was all she could do to keep her eyes open. Her stomach growled with hunger, her cock still twitched with building need.

“Okay Victoria. I’ll make you a deal. I’m horny as hell. I know you’re worn out, but if you fuck me, I promise I’ll take you out for a proper date and pay for dinner.”

She kept tugging gently at the base of Vicki’s cock. The stimulation was bringing Vicki’s energy back, and she looked with wide eyes down at her newly bloated cock and Lexi’s small body.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Lexi, giggling. “I’ve got a twelve-inch dildo at home I’ve had a LOT of practise with. You’ll be a tight fit, but isn’t that half the fun?”

She shucked off her cum-sodden blouse, and reached behind her to unhook her bra, revealing a pair of pert, freckle-dusted breasts and a trim waist that flared out dramatically at the hips. Vicki stared as her cock gave an involuntary flex.

“Ooh,” she cooed, “like what you see? I kind of wish I were bigger up top, but I think my ass is pretty hot. What do you think?”

Vicki couldn’t manage to do anything but stare and groan as her cock flexed back to full hardness, Lexi dragging herself back along Vicki’s body until her cock sprung up in front of the redhead, who hugged it close to her stomach.

“I love your cock, Victoria. I’ve been fantasising about what it feels like since the rumours started going around. It’s just so hard and hot.”

Her pussy was boiling against Vicki’s cock. She’d never felt as hot or as wet in her entire life, in years of looking up dickgirl porn and frenzied masturbation with an increasingly large series of dildos. The glorious thick dick she was pulling against herself, twitching and throbbing against her skin, felt like the culmination of a life goal.

She pulled her legs forward, standing up and carefully lining up the tip with the dripping entrance of her pussy, shaking slightly with anticipation. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dropped down.

 The world went white for both girls. Lexi’s mouth dropped open, utterly unprepared for how thoroughly Vicki’s cock split her apart. She knew it’d be a tight fit, but even with her pussy boiling and drenched in juice she wanted to scream as she was stretched almost beyond endurance.

Vicki’s body seized up as Lexi moaned and worked her way down the tumescent pole, inch by agonisingly slow inch as she alternately crouched down, panting, and let her body adjust to the oversized intruder.

“Oh God, it…” she grabbed the bench to steady herself. “It’s so big, I, I don’t think I can-“ she huffed a little bit, sliding down a little further, “no, I will get you in, this is what I’ve wanted for so long!”

Vicki stared at the ceiling with an unmoving catatonic gaze. Every new sexual experience was accompanied by the helpless, sinking feeling of her brain rewiring itself to feel another new form of sensation, carpet-bombing the rest of her brain with pure white-hot pleasure as inch after agonising inch worked its way into Lexi’s slick folds.

Lexi stopped, looking down at Vicki with a tortured expression, flicking a sweat-slicked curl away from her forehead.

“That’s– huh, as far as I’m going too-ooh get,” she said, shimmying a little side-to side and shuddering as her overstretched innards were forced to reshape a little. Six inches of Vicki’s cock disappeared into her body, which she could practically feel by laying a hand on her stomach. A grin passed her lips, belying her exhaustion. “God, Vicki, you’re twitching inside me!”

She pulled herself up on shaky limbs, a little faster but still slowly and gently. Vicki’s dick throbbed and twitched with every small movement the two girls made, fighting against the constricting squeeze that sent shivers through her entire body.

Lexi stared up at the ceiling vacantly as she started to ride the top of the huge cock, carefully not letting herself drop any further down. Her hips rocked back and forth as she pulled up until only the tip remained in and letting gravity pull her back down.

She barely even got into a solid rhythm before she started to shake, the abused muscles of her pussy desperately trying to flutter around the thickest part of Vicki’s pole. Twitches and shudders wracked her body, her face contorting with sensation.

“Oh god I’m ccc- uuumm… I’m cumming!”

Squealing, she fell forward onto Vicki, screaming as the leverage forced Vicki’s thick cock a little further up into her body. Her arms shook as she tried to pull herself up but another pulse of orgasm wracked her body and she collapsed, her tits mashing against Vicki’s.

Feeling Lexi grab hold of her sent Vicki over the edge again. The grinding of their nipples together and the feeling of Lexi’s boiling pussy desperately squeezing her cock made her balls heavy tighten again as her cock seemed to desperately try to thrust its way even further inside her.

Lexi groaned as she felt the first heavy burst of futanari cum fill her up inside, the heat and pressure from the tight seal of Vicki’s giant cock almost unbearable. Her eyes locked on Vicki’s and she suddenly forced her tongue down the futanari’s mouth, dragging the girl into a deep kiss as her cock unloaded deep inside Lexi’s belly.

The two kissed and came together until both of their orgasms died down, leaving the pair panting and sweating on the tile floor. Lexi pulled herself off Vicki with a pop, grimacing as she felt gobs of cum shoot harder than expected out of her pussy, finally relieved of the pressure. She gave the nearly comatose dickgirl a quick kiss, and giggled.

“That was amazing. You are amazing.” She pulled herself up and winced at the pain as she tried to draw her legs closed.

“Ow. Oww. You’re fucking huge, though, I didn’t expect it’d feel that tight.” She grinned as she watched Vicki’s dick shrink back to its flaccid state. “I’m gonna need more practise with it.”

She reached down with her right hand, pained, sweaty, but smiling. “I’m a girl of my word. How does that date sound?”

Vicki barely had the strength to stand but allowed Lexi to pull her up, and staggered over to the sink. Her mind was still trying to fully process the feeling of her first fuck. Somewhere along the way her pleasure centre must have shorted out, and her only memories were just of a formless white-hot immolation of sensation. She certainly felt fucked-out, that was for sure; she probably wouldn’t need another cum for hours. She looked back at the girl who’d just taken her male virginity, stepping back into her school dress, grimacing at various stains, clearly sparing closing her thighs together with a somewhat bow-legged stance.

She was certainly cute, and didn’t fear Vicki at all. Truth be told, the feeling of being bigger was a little bit titillating, sort of naughty and empowering. Maybe this relationship wasn’t such a bad idea.

Vicki smiled. “As long as dinner’s involved.”

When Popups Don't Lie

(content warning: this one gets a little weird!)

"Hah, babe, come and take a look at this."

Mason came up behind Bella, peering at her laptop over her shoulder. It was just a popup ad, but all it said, in plain black font, was make your wish come true.

"Hah, that's the weirdest popup I've ever seen. Three guesses what you'd wish for."

"Oh? You think you know me? Tell me, what would I wish for, daddy?"

"You'd wish for gigantic tits and a huge dick and balls of course, you little pervert."

"Nuh uh." She giggled and kissed his stubbly jaw, feeling herself growing a bit hard in her panties. "I wish I was a perfect futanari goddess and you were my perfect little slutty cocksleeve, that's what."

He laughed, kissing her back, then wrinkled his brow at the laptop screen. "Hey, that's weird, the ad changed." It now simply read Your wish has been granted. Mason shrugged, and headed back out of the room.

Bella looked down at herself, her flat chest, her narrow hips, and sighed. She could feel her cock throbbing against her little lace panties. One day she'd be able to afford the hormones and the surgery – or of course her wish could just come true.

She grunted, shifting uncomfortably. Her cock was still throbbing. She took some deep breaths, shifting again to try to take the pressure off it. "H-heh. Wow, you're very insistent tonight. Okay, let's sort you out..."

She flipped open another window on her laptop, navigating to her Tumblr dashboard, carefully curated to provide her with an endless stream of her favourite porn. Her left hand crept down between her legs, rubbing at the underside of her dick through the warm cotton, her breath catching in her throat.

"Ffft-mmm, this- wow, this feels really goooood..."

As a practised and experienced pervert, the sensations of masturbation were hardly a mystery to her, but for some reason she was feeling especially revved-up and sensitive at the moment – which was funny, because not a few minutes ago she hadn't been thinking about sex at all. Her breathing became heavy as moisture began to collect at the top of her panties. She didn't even have to look at the laptop any more, the erotic thrill buzzing through her body was more than enough fuel for her ministrations.

Normally while she was rubbing herself, her dick stopped throbbing. Now, though, it kept throbbing against her fingers, taking control away from her motions in a way she was entirely unused to. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, sweat beading on her forehead. It was almost as if her dick was demanding more sensation than she could give it just by rubbing the underside.

She quickly flipped her 5-inch length up over the waistband of her panties and then slid them down, grunting as her hand flew to wrap around the shaft and start to slowly pump. To her utter shock, it was still straining and throbbing, even as she tried to jerk it off. The combined pleasure of her autonomic spasms and the caress of her hand thudded up her spine.

"Oh g-gaawd, I... Guh... S-stoop..."

She bit her lip, chest heaving with exertion. "M-Mason! Quick-uuuggh- come here!"

He came bounding back to the door, a worried crease on his brow, which softened as he saw his girlfriend's situation. "Oh, is that all? I normally leave you alone when you jerk off, but if you want me to help out..."

Mason had never pictured himself in this situation before Bella. A few months ago, he'd been enticed by her soft red-sticked lips, her fair skin, her long legs... When she'd sheepishly revealed her secret to him, he'd been taken aback, but there was something about her that was compelling – even if not what he was used to looking for in a woman. He was slowly but surely coming to grips with Bella's biology, and had progressed to comfortably being able to give his girlfriend a handjob. Of course if he'd offered to help out every time Bella started stroking herself he'd end up with a repetitive strain injury – the girl did a lot of masturbating.

He watched Bella's hand pumping, glistening trails of precum sliding down her dainty fingers, and swallowed. It had been difficult getting used to her cock, but right now it was strangely appealing to him. He moved over and knelt down between her legs, dislodging her hand with his, slowly pumping. He noted how it throbbed savagely in his hand, each one accompanying a moan or whine from his girlfriend. He still couldn't take his eyes off it, licking his lips subconsciously.

Without warning he leaned forward and took her into his mouth, her eyes going wide as the heat of his mouth enveloped her shaft. She'd done this for him countless times, of course, and respected his reticence to reciprocate, but his eagerness combined with the bizarre sensitivity of her dick was mind-breaking.

There was the salty, musky taste he'd expected, but somehow it only made him want more. He ducked his head down until the tip of her dick hit the back of his throat, his brow wrinkling as he realised he wasn't gagging. Nothing was stopping him from feeling every inch of her cock inside him, and his need spurred him on until his lips kissed her pubic mound.

She throbbed again, hard, and Mason gurgled. He slid his mouth back up the length of her dick and off the tip, licking his lips. Bella moaned, humping her hips up.

"Nooo, Mason, please, keep going!"

"Bella, uh... Are you bigger?"

She squealed. "Mason, I don't have time for roleplaying, please!"

"N-no, Bella..." He swallowed, his eyes still focused on the precum beading at the tip of her dick, "I seriously think you're bigger."

She looked down, sweating and panting, and... Mason was right. It was difficult to tell, but she looked bigger. She wrapped her hand around it, and there was definitely more dick than there was before.

"I'm j-just really horny- ahh!" It throbbed again, but this time both of them were looking directly at it as it actually swelled as it throbbed – and didn't shrink back down.

"No, Bella, Jesus, you're actually growing!"

They both hung in silence for a moment (at least near-silence, aside from Bella's whines), before Mason couldn't resist any longer and plunged his face down on her cock again. If anything it felt even better to have her growing in his mouth, feeling her throbbing meat filling his face. He pumped his mouth around her a few times, moaning into the flesh of her shaft. He didn't even feel the need to stop for air.

Bella writhed, clutching the sheets and sweating. Each throb was lasting longer now, and she could actually feel the growth in Mason's mouth. The sensation had spread to her sack, as well, each surge of tightness accompanying what must have been her testicles swelling.

Mason couldn't deny he was having fun. Filling his mouth with her filled a need inside him he never knew he'd had. He ducked his head down right to the base, humming happily, and then pulled up, his lips slurping at the tip.

"Mmm, Mason, your cheek, it's... smooth..." Bella's brow wrinkled. "Mason, did you shave?"

He looked nonplussed for a moment, then brought his hand up to rub across his cheek. It was completely smooth. He hadn't shaved that morning, and until a few minutes ago he'd been sporting some stubble.

The pair looked in each other's eyes for a moment with a shared understanding that something was very wrong. Bella's cock throbbed hard, noticeably bigger and glistening with spit. Mason's eyes kept being drawn back to it, his mouth watering, before he couldn't resist any longer and dove his face back down onto its pulsing length.

It slid down to the back of his throat again and he actually moaned as pleasurable tingles spread from his neck, spreading throughout his body. It almost felt like Bella's growth was accelerating – his mouth starting to stretch around it.

Bella groaned and sweated, a hand running up through her hair as her hips writhed. Each tight stretch of her expanding cock reverberated through her groin like a mini-orgasm, one that kept going. Mason was becoming even tighter around her dick, but still sucking undaunted.

She looked down and gasped in shock, seeing the top of Mason's head where not only did his hair look a little shaggier, but at the bottom, there was a slowly expanding front of pale roots – new growth of silvery-white hair.

At the same time, she felt heat growing across her chest, accompanied by the same feeling of pulsing, surging tightness that filled her groin. Her hands flew to her chest, daring to hope at what was happening. Even over the pleasure of Mason's blowjob, she squealed in delight as she felt new flesh pulse against her hands.

"Mason, tits! I'm growing tii-oooh..."

Not only was she growing tits, she was growing incredibly pleasurable tits. Her fingers brushed across her pebble-hard nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her cock lurch even harder. Mason moaned around it, still sucking as his scalp tingled and his hair crept down from his head.

Bella's new breasts surged forward, gathering weight by the second against her hands, no longer just buds but a respectable pair of small, perky tits nestled under her top. They were soft and warm to the touch but still felt tight and full. She giggled, high on the sheer fantasy of what was happening to her.

"God, Mason, I'm... uhhh... This feels so good... I'm... I'm chaaaanging..."

Mason acknowledged this, but couldn't focus on anything but the thickening shaft in his mouth. Far beyond filling him, it was stretching out his throat, growing by the second – if anything growing even faster than before. He pulled back and found himself still speared on it, his eyes going wide as he had to shuffle backwards for it to finally leave his mouth, a string of drool trailing from the tip to his lips.

The sensation of it sliding out of his stretched throat made him moan, and that made him stop in shock. What rolled from his mouth was, instead of the deep, throaty tones he was used to, a distinctly high, light moan. He touched his neck for a moment, then looked up into Bella's eyes – still distracted by the stem of her cock bobbing between them.

"Bella, my- aah!" It wasn't just his moans – his voice was higher. He scrambled up off the bed, his eyes still occasionally flicking to her glistening shaft, and ran in front of Bella's mirror.

He was tiny. Enthralled by Bella's dick, he hadn't noticed his body shrinking away. No wonder she'd felt so big in his mouth – he was approaching half a foot shorter and thirty pounds lighter. His hair was down past his ears in a silvery tide, and his clothes billowed around his body.

"Wh-what the fuck?!" He turned back to Bella, who was grinning happily, playing with her swelling tits, her cock bobbing up between her legs. If not for the eleven inches of bobbing dick and balls the size of hen's eggs, it would have been impossible to tell her body was ever anything but naturally female. Not only had her new breasts reached a C cup, her hips had also widened and swollen out, gently curving away from her waist.

Initially, Mason's eyes trailed along the new womanly curves of her body, the jiggling as she groped her new breasts, but he soon found them drawn back to the throbbing length of her cock. Bella's eyes followed his gaze and she smiled, biting her lower lip and rocking her hips from side to side to make her cock swing pendulously. Mason's eyes followed it subconsciously.

"See something you like, honey?" She giggled, watching Mason actually drool as he watched her cock swing.

"Y-yes... It's... It's so amazing... Why can't I stop looking at it? I n-need it in my mouth..."

"I'm liking this new you. I've wanted this for so long. You to want me like this. It's everything I've wished fo-"

They caught each other's eyes. "The wish!"

The shock was enough to bring Bella out of her pleasurable stupor, reaching for her laptop. As she leaned forward, she felt the weight of her new breasts shift, and the tight ache through her hips.

The popup was still there: Your wish has been granted. "I... This is unbelievable! A wish-granting popup ad?"

She yelped as she felt her breasts surge with growth, matched by a hiss from Mason. Mason felt like his whole body was being squeezed, like he was being shrink-wrapped in his own skin – and the only thing he was feeling equal to the pressure of slowly shrinking was the throbbing need in the back of his mind to get Bella's cock back in his mouth.

"C-can we stop it?" Mason blushed at the ratcheting pitch of his voice. "Close the tab? Refresh it?"

Bella's mouth curled into a smile. "Stop it? Why would I want to do that?"

Mason's mouth dropped open, struggling to form words. "Because I... You... Look at me!"

"Mmm, I am." She pushed her laptop aside and lifted her tits up. They already filled her palms. "You look amazing. You're so small and delicate and adorable..."

Her cock bobbed between them, Bella focused on Mason with hungry eyes. "You heard the wish. You're turning into my perfect cocksleeve. That's why you can't take your eyes off my dick. Cocksleeves want dick, all the time. They want to please their futa goddesses..."

She groaned, her tits swelling larger by the second. One hand dropped away from her breasts to wrap around her growing shaft – only partially, since it was already too thick for her fingers to meet around it. "I'm going to be your huge, thick-dicked goddess. Look at it! It's over a foot long and it's still growing!"

Mason's mouth still drooped open, his eyes fixed on the massive shaft throbbing in front of him. His mouth felt wet, and he realised a string of drool was making its way down his chin. Bella edged forward, grunting as she attempted to pick her legs around the hefty mass of scrotum between them. Each testicle was roughly the size of a grapefruit, and lay heavily as they rolled around loosely in her expanded sack.

She ended up having to grab and lift it, shuffling her growing rear across the bed until she could swing her legs down the side and stand up, groaning. Her balls dropped pendulously and her enormous, swelling cock swung up and down, along with an unfamiliar jiggle across her chest as her new breasts fell into teardrops.

Mason stepped back in shock, not just at the extent of the transformation of his girlfriend's figure, but how much taller she was than him. He hadn't just been shrinking – she'd been growing, too. She stepped a long, curvaceous leg out in front of her, looking down at him over the bridge of her nose from now unquestionably feminine face.

Mason realised something was wrong. It wasn't that her new figure equally intimidated and excited him, it was that despite it exciting him, he couldn't feel something he was normally feeling. He looked down and gasped – no, squeaked – as he saw that his cock was flaccid, and tiny. He held it between thumb and forefinger, staring, before looking back up to be greeted by the immense, still-growing shaft of his girlfriend's cock.

"Aw, you miss your friend? Sorry sweetie, but he won't be around much longer. Don't worry though, I have a new friend for you!"

She gripped her dick by the bottom and lifted up until she could bump the side against the side of Mason's cheek. It carried a surprising amount of momentum – Mason could see it was already beginning to become unwieldy, carrying itself with a weight and leverage beyond Bella's new body. Mason looked up at Bella with a pout as the tremendous cock gently bumped against the side of her face.

"Don't give me that bratty little look. I know you want this." Bella reached down, cradling Mason's smooth, small chin, grinning as she gently pushed his face against her dick. Mason whined, his lips pursed and glistening with spit, eyes starting to roll back in his head.

"Go on, baby, just do what you know you want to do. Before you know it you'll barely even remember you had a dick."

Her cock throbbed, making her close her eyes and moan. She'd been continuing to grow and swell, just as Mason continued to shrink. He couldn't tell how far, since his only point of reference was Bella, but there was approaching two feet of difference between them. She towered over him, sneering at him above the vast shadow of her dick, and simultaneously he felt his legs quiver and his mouth water.

"B-bella... You're too big for me, now..."

She snickered. "We'll see about that."

Before he knew what was happening Bella grabbed the back of his head, pushing his mouth against the underside of the head of her cock, now two feet long and as twice as wide around as Bella's wrist. The heavy glans was the size of a honeydew melon. Mason choked, his eyes going wide as he felt his lips actually stretching around the shaft like rubber bands, and then suddenly the pleasure hit him.

His lips being stretched apart sent a pulse of pure, unadulterated sensation down his spine and between his legs, making his eyes roll back as his face expanded around the massive cockhead. Bella groaned, grabbing and pulling harder to slip the whole head of her dick past his lips. It was a bizarre sight, his shrunken jaw distending to fit the girth, but it stoked something primal inside Bella.

She grabbed the sides of his head and pulled, pushing the tip of her dick even further inside him. He made a sound halfway between a choke and a muffled moan and his throat began to expand, allowing her cock further passage.

Mason could feel shifting and gurgling from down in his body. It was almost like something inside him was slipping out of the way to make room for the cock being forced down his throat – and indeed, when Bella pushed again and forced the tip of her cock down past his throat and down into his body he realised that was definitely the case.

Bella didn't stop, shuddering in pleasure, until she felt Mason's lips bump against her pubic mound. She'd been growing as she forced her way inside him, at the same time he'd still been shrinking, and now his face looked tiny stretched around her huge, meaty dick.

An unknown instinct took him over, and he reached down to grab the edge of the bed, sliding back and leaving a trail of drool along Bella's dick, shaking as it rubbed against his insides all the way up to halfway along. After a shrug of his shoulders and a brief pause, he pulled, plunging himself back down on it.

He would have screamed if he could, but he could do nothing but make muffled protestations as he felt his entire body spreading apart to accept the enormous, unnatural intruder. He expected some sort of resistance partway as it encountered things that were not his throat, but it was as if his entire body had reshaped to be nothing but a fuck-tunnel. Dimly, he realised that was probably just another aspect of Bella's wish.

He fucked her, not just with his mouth but with half of his body, grunting as he pushed and pulled himself along her cock, taking some semblance of control. Heat spread through his body as he did, concentrating in his chest and down between his legs.

He thrust forward and Bella's hefty sack bounced forward, the top bumping against his chin. He gurgled, eyes rolling, as the heat built up even more, followed by a horrible pressure behind his nipples, and a hollow feeling in his groin. He knew what was happening, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing to fuck Bella with his throat, driving himself on to make her cum.

Her cock reached down to his stomach – or at least where his stomach should have been. He had no idea what was there now. Bella reached underneath his body to grasp at his nipples, making him shudder along her pole.

"Mmph... Are these all sensitive now? Can you feel what's happening underneath them? I'm – ugh – looking forward to getting a good look at them..."

She huffed, her face red with exertion. She was clearly working hard to try and keep herself in control as Mason's slick innards slid along her new, sensitive length, but after the sensations of growth and the blowjob she'd been receiving she was right on the edge.

It took less than another minute of spearing Mason on her cock before she gasped, her legs trembling and stomach muscles contracting, and felt a surge of pressure from the pit of her stomach and her pendulous scrotum. It built for a few seconds of hollow, brain-boggling pleasure before her muscles tightened even further, and thick fluid surged up the length of her dick and burst inside Mason.

The flood of hot cum stimulated every inch of Mason's insides, a hot buzzing wherever he could feel it that sent bolts of pleasure to every part of him. Within seconds of Bella's first shot Mason was hit by a full-body orgasm. His arms flailed, his eyes wide as his throat attempted to scream, completely muffled by the tight seal of his stretched lips around the thick cock impaling his shrinking body.

Bella howled, pumping shot after shot into her transformed boyfriend. It was almost too much – she was out of control and couldn't stop cumming. It was as if her new balls were inexhaustible, and the start of her orgasm hadn't just been letting the pressure off but had opened the floodgates.

She fell back onto the bed, tearing up with the continued effort of shooting, losing control of her body as her cock seized up again, feeling the huge load of cum slide up every inch of her enlarged pole. Mason's eyes went wide as he felt himself lifted up into the air, so small and slight that the leverage of Bella's expanded body was enough to carry him upwards before the cumload burst into his body.

She kept shooting, and he groaned internally as he felt pressure in his belly before his orgasm redoubled. His flailing hands contacted his midsection, taut and swelling with the endless volume of spunk being pumped inside him. A strange sensation on his sensitive nipples made him slide his hands further up, bringing the shocking realisation that they were swinging – topping two small but noticeable mounds of flesh.

Bella came for easily another thirty seconds, leaving Mason flailing, expanding, and cumming over and over again. Grunting, sweating and tearing up, Bella leaned forward, grimacing at the burn through her abdomen, and pushed on Mason's shoulders, sliding him off her cock. He couldn't do anything but fall back on the floor with a thud, his belly sloshing and new breasts swaying and jiggling. He felt his lips shrink back to their normal size, leaving no evidence of the violation he'd just undergone.

Silence fell over the room for a moment, but both members of the couple realised that the bizarre tingling and heat hadn't stopped, even after their titanic orgasms. Blessedly, the tightness throughout Mason's body had stopped, and not a moment too soon. He was tiny; he wanted to get up and look in the mirror, but his impossibly skinny legs couldn't hold up the four gallons of spunk sloshing behind his taut, round belly. As it was, he could barely just push himself around the floor as the heat built to burning in his new breasts, which slowly swelled before his eyes.

Bella, meanwhile, was staring transfixed at her penis. It had packed on an extra foot of length during its journey down Mason's throat, and was half again as thick as it was before. Its weight was immense, barely even throbbing, Bella's groin muscles straining just to keep it upright. She felt a pulse of tightness through them, a flash of the transformative heat, and suddenly the strain faded away.

She shuffled forward on her expanded rump and stood up, marvelling at how easily she was able to stand – and how much taller she was now. Her penis still swung and bobbed, pulling her hips along with it, and her balls dropped down, bouncing off the bottom of her thighs.

It was beyond just the physical sensations. The feeling of being so big, of there being so much of her and it all being her beautiful dick and balls, was an unmatched lusty high. She was so used to being small, to feeling out of place in her own body, and now finally she had – no, she was – everything she'd ever wanted.

She put her hands on her hips, watching her enormous cock bob in front of her. She shifted a leg, gasping as she felt her balls bounce off her thigh and jostle in their sack. Mason cowered beneath her, barely able to drag his distended stomach around, his growing breasts swaying above its pale dome. Silver-white hair fell down to his ass, brushing the floor. Bella looked down at him with a broad grin.

"You're so cute! Oh my god, look at you, you're tiny! Well, um. Most of you is tiny."

Mason looked up to reply and burped lightly, clapping his hand over his mouth to keep in a glob of spunk. Bella crouched down in front of him, her cock bumping against the top of his head, and pulled the mass of his belly up to get a look between his legs.

She squealed happily. "Mason, you have a pussy!" She pushed him onto his back, his breasts sliding up his chest to bump against the bottom of his chin, his stomach standing up proudly, and spread his willowy legs. "Oh my god it's adorable! It's all smooth... I wonder..."

Mason's eyes went wide and he gasped as Bella's fingers probed his new pussy, two sliding in as her thumb pressed down on his clitoris. "Hah, it's tiny, but it took me no effort to get my fingers in. I bet I could-"

Bella grinned as she pushed her entire hand into Mason. Just like his lips had, he felt his vulva stretch, buzzing pleasure straight up his spine and making him moan. Bella licked her lips appreciatively, watching Mason writhe on the end of her hand.

As she explored his folds and inner depths, Bella watched with interest as his stomach started to shrink down, his body processing away her cumload, while his breasts surged forward with the same urgency. They were already larger than his head, topped with huge, glistening pink pebbly nipples.

Pushing her cock to one side, she leaned forward and took one of them into her mouth, sucking hard at it as the mass of her dick rested against Mason's taut, smooth stomach and pillowy breast. It occurred to her that if she got any bigger, intimate sex like this was going to get very inconvenient – unless Mason literally laid back along her dick.

Mason howled in a high, almost squeaky register, his tiny body thrashing as Bella manipulated it with glee. He looked to the side, eyes wide with shock, and fell onto the massive shaft resting against his body. His mouth immediately started to water again, but this time it was accompanied by a small flood of moisture from his vagina. His arm reached up to wrap around it, cradling it to bring it closer to his face where he could start to kiss and nuzzle it.

A few minutes of play later, Mason's stomach had receded back to flatness, and his breasts had swollen to the point where he would barely have been able to cradle them in his arms. Bella stepped back onto her feet, groaning slightly as she realised her cock had gotten even bigger and heavier as she'd played with her new toy. Her balls were starting to impede how her legs moved and how she stood.

"You know what it's time for now, baby..."

He tried to object. He tried to refuse. The moment his eyes met the gigantic, glistening head of her perfect cock, the moment he felt his new feminine folds quiver and moisten at the sight of its thick four-foot length, any ability to say no washed away leaving only his unbearable need to have her inside him. He pushed himself back, the shrunken muscles in his painfully thin arms straining to shift the weight of his enormous breasts, and spread his thighs.

"P-please, Bella. Fuck me."

He was expecting Bella to take him then and there, but instead she bent down to grab him. Her cock squeezed up between the two of them, sinking into the cleft between his breasts and pushing against his petite face, leaving a thick smear of precum down his cheek that made his pussy squirt lightly.

She grunted, taking the weight of his chest into her arms, and lifted him up, holding him against the shaft of her cock which now extended up along her body. Their eyes met around its girth, the lust and need for it eating away at what was left of Mason's composure.

Bella grinned, sliding Mason up and down lightly, fucking herself with his cleavage, the shaft of her dick rubbing against his face. His breasts dominated his entire form, large enough now that their lowest points would have brushed the tops of his thighs when sitting.

She turned around and dropped Mason onto the bed, laughing as his breasts bounced out of control, sliding back down to slap him in the face before their gelatinous mass slid back down his body like a tidal wave of flesh and then to either side of his skinny chest.

Before he could gather himself, she gripped her cock by either side of the shaft, manoeuvring it into position between Mason's thighs. It was almost comical – the enormous penis was rapidly approaching the width of Mason's hips, and the slit at the tip of the basketball-sized glans was nearly as large as the little bald pussy it kissed.

It occurred to Bella that she couldn't reach to the end of her dick to grip Mason and force him down onto her length. However, the moment she pushed lightly against his vulva, it was as if he became immobile, allowing her to simply push forward and start to insert herself inside him.

She watched in rapt excitement as it seemed like his entire body expanded to start accepting her girth. He howled as his pussy lips spread apart, just tight enough to require Bella to push but elastic enough to keep expanding.

Mason's legs kicked uselessly either side of the enormous intruder, starting to splay as not just his vulva but his entire pelvis began to expand to either side. The feeling of stretching was hammering his brain with pleasure and so much more of him was stretching now. Bella's cock reached his stomach, or whatever lay under his midriff now, and his skin shrink-wrapped down onto the shape of her dick, revealing the shape of the glans, the ridge where it met the shaft. His breasts shook like jelly, shaking back up to slap him in the face each time Bella thrust forward.

She pushed far enough inside him to grab him by the ankles, the unnatural anchoring effect fading to be replaced with pulling him back down onto her cock by his legs. She pushed deeper and deeper, revealing how much of Mason's body was no longer human inside. Without any discomfort, solely with the almost unbearable pleasure of continuing to be stretched apart, Bella's cock advanced past the top of his stomach, bulging between his breasts. It didn't even stop when it reached his neck, and his eyes went wide as he made a choking noise, his throat stretching out around it.

He vaguely slapped at his neck, trying to move but utterly helplessly impaled on the hyper-sized penis. Another thrust from Bella made his jaw start to expand. With one final, sweaty thrust and a deep grunt, in the same way that Mason's mouth had expanded to take her cock on its first journey, his lips spread open, his mouth gaping to reveal the tip of Bella's cock.

Bella stopped, chest heaving, staring wide-eyed at her boyfriend's tiny, feminine body stretched around her cock. He struggled faintly, but couldn't move, only able to roll his eyes from the pleasure of being fucked all the way through.

"M-Mason... Oh-ohh, my god... You're a cocksleeve! You're my cocksleeve!"

Her face broke out into a massive grin as Mason's eyes tried to follow her. She pulled back, easily lifting Mason's body with the leverage of her dick. She stood bow-legged to allow her balls to swing between her legs, level with her ankles, Mason's arms, legs and massive breasts bouncing out of control as her dick swung to and fro.

She turned around, her enormous ass coming down onto the bed with a thump, her dick standing tall. She grabbed Mason's hips and pulled, sliding his entire body down her cock until his pussy collided with her groin, a full two feet of cock projecting from Mason's distended mouth.

She stared at his helpless body, his enormous jostling breasts and the slick sheen of juices he'd left down her unnatural new appendage, and after just a moment of processing, grabbed him by his waist and started to fuck herself with his body.

His body rubbed and caressed every inch of her dick as she pumped him up and down her length, especially after the fifth or sixth thrust after which he started to cum explosively, his whole body jerking and his insides writhing around Bella's dick.

His orgasm hadn't even subsided before the next began, his pussy twitching madly, juice trying to squirt out around the tight seal of Bella's dick. Every half-dozen journeys up and down the five-foot length of Bella's penis brought with it a redoubled orgasm until finally, eyes rolling, unable to even scream, tiny arms desperately trying to hold onto his bouncing tits, he passed out.

Bella didn't notice, continuing to jerk herself off with her boyfriend's mutated body, sweating and grunting as her enormous balls churned with another massive load of spunk. If Mason was utterly helpless before her new size and equipment, then Bella was helpless before the new instincts and needs swirling in her mind.

She was completely in control of her actions, but she didn't want to stop. Every time she even slightly slowed down, her nuts would growl, her cock would lurch and belch out a load of precum and the aching need to shoot off built even further.

She reamed Mason's helpless body for the next few minutes, red-faced and glistening, her entire enormous body tensed with the growing sensation of orgasm. Suddenly her eyes went wide. She heard her balls gurgle as her abdominals began to tighten, sensation shooting up the length of her cock as it pulsed.

If she had still had her previous body, she would already have cum by now, but her hyper-sized assets were only just starting to wind up.

Her hands fell away from Mason's waist, bracing herself on the bed as her body throbbed and tensed, her testicles aching and churning. It was like all the strength was being sapped from her body to prepare it for her impending orgasm.

The sensation was like being edged, kept just on the cusp of shooting, but suffused through her whole body and going on for much, much longer. She panted and groaned, trying to flex her muscles to force it to happen faster but to no avail.

A moan started to roll from her mouth, morphing partway into a scream as her muscles clamped down and pushed the first gigantic blast of cum from her cock. The whole shaft lurched hard, actually pushing her back and sliding her ass along the bed from the leverage, the sound of the massive load of fluid actually audible throughout the room. Mason swayed on her cock, eyes rolling in stupor, arms and tits bouncing.

Bella's first cumshot alone was nearly five seconds of constant high-pressure ejaculation, a massive flood of thick pearly jizz flying from the end of her dick and sailing across the room. It hit her dresser mirror and slopped down across the top, carrying her makeup and tchotchkes to the floor in a tidal wave of spunk.

There was a brief moment of peace as Bella's next shot built up, giving her just enough time to slump back and point her cock towards the ceiling before it started shooting again with a viscous gloosh. She squealed again, tearing up as her mind was assaulted with the raw, burning sensation of her new hyperorgasm.

It hit the ceiling and splattered, raining down across the couple in thick rivulets. Bella clutched her expanded breasts, gurgling in stupor through a glob of cum across her mouth while her body prepared its next multiple-second cumshot.

She laid on the bed, twitching as her enormous pole lurched and swung, legs spread to make room for her groaning, growling balls, helplessly basting herself in gallon after gallon of spunk. Her knees drew up alongside testicles bigger than beach balls, hips writhing in a thick, warm puddle that grew in volume by the second.

Everything in her room carried at least a glob of cum, and everything in front of her was completely coated. Ropes of it dripped like stalactites from the ceiling. It bubbled on her glazed, slack face, glistened on her tits and pooled in the cleft between her thick thighs and huge scrotum. She wasn't in a position to measure, but she was shooting five gallons of cum with each titanic ejaculation, and four shots in she wasn't even close to done.

She gurgled, howled and screamed. Her fists flailed uselessly into the puddles of spunk on her bedspread as her body pulled from side to side with the motion of her dick as it continued to lurch and shoot. Eleven more extended, painstaking cumshots later, it finally stopped, enormous gobs of spunk just rolling from the end of her cock.

As her dick started to flag down, slowly shrinking, Mason's elasticated body started to slide up until his pussy came off the end with a pop, sending him tumbling down into a pool of spunk on the floor several inches thick.

Mason blinked, slowly stirring. His body felt strangely light and heavy, all at the same time. He was surrounded by damp, thick clamminess. He tingled all over, especially his lips, and...

His eyes flew open, his hands shooting down between his legs to confirm, yes, a tiny bald pussy still sat there. He realised his arms, slight and skinny, were dragging through an enormous, cooling pile of cum. He knew he should have been repulsed, but instead the smell was making his mouth water.

He tried to pick himself up, remembering too late the tremendous weight that had been added to his chest, and succeeding only in dunking himself face-first into more jizz, his tits jiggling and a small whine issuing from his mouth.

He heard giggling from behind him, and straining against his cumbersome tits and the thick piles of spunk, managed to turn over. He stared up at his seven-foot girlfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed with her massive nuts dangling over the side between her legs, the thick log of her flaccid dick laying across them. She was grinning wickedly down at her boyfriend.

"You look so cute like that, Mason."

He wiped his face, still salivating at the smell and feel of cum. "Did... Did we just..."

She giggled again. "Fuck you all the way through your body? Yup. Was it good for you?"

"It... It was..." His pussy twitched at the memory of the intense, unbearable pleasure as every inch of his four-foot-six frame was split apart by a cock bigger than he was. He confessed "It was unbelievable. I've never felt that good before in my life."

He looked down his arms, then hefted one of his breasts, biting his lip at the rush of sensitivity. "This is insane. What's happened to us? What's going to happen to us? I- I'm not just a girl, I'm a freak!"

Bella leaned forward, gripping Mason by his waist and lifting him up effortlessly. His own massive tits pressed into her own as she hugged him, cum squishing between the pair, Bella giving him a kiss on the top of his petite forehead.

"You're not a freak. You're beautiful. You're an exquisite little treasure." Mason felt himself relaxing at the same time as a rising heat began to kindle in his belly at the feeling of Bella's oversized body rubbing delicious-smelling cum into him.

"B-but my tits and your c-cock are bigger than I am... How will we find clothes or, or go outside, or-mmmph- function?"

His face flushed, his skinny thighs twitching as his pussy started to leak. Bella stroked his silver hair lightly, smiling.

"Do you trust me, Mason?"

He looked up into her eyes. Held in the air like this, it was obvious how helpless he was – that his tiny body was at the mercy of his seven-foot-tall goddess of a girlfriend. He could barely stand because of the weight of his tits, apparently even a touch was enough to start off his new libido, and his mind was fogging with the thoughts of Bella's giant dick and the cloying scent of her jizz surrounding him.

Could he even see another man without fantasising about him? Could he resist if his giant breasts were grabbed and groped, if a thick cock was pushed against his tiny cheek, if his pants were torn apart to make way for a gang-bang...

He whimpered, trying to force the images from his mind even as his pussy and throat flexed and writhed, desperate for something to fill them. His libido betrayed him. He looked back up at Bella. Even with his chest heaving as the fear of his new life started to take him over, he knew the answer.

"Yes. I trust you."

She smiled, stroking his cheek. She was having her own reactions to having Mason pressed against her, but they seemed slower to build than his. "Then we'll be fine, okay? I'll take care of you. I'll take care of everything. We don't have to worry about anything but enjoying this new gift, enjoying each other."

She let him drop, leaving his face mashed between her breasts, his legs straddling the huge, flaccid length of her dick. He whined, grinding his clitoris against it. He could feel a strange empty sensation – his pussy trying to open for it. He heard a gurgling noise from beneath his tiny ass, and his mouth watered at the thought of her building up another huge load of cum for him.

"Mmm, baby, I'm already starting to get hard again. I can feel it." She reached down under Mason, lifting up the thick slab of her cock, pushing it up against him. "It's so big, though, it'll take a long time to get fully hard. I don't think that should stop you, though?"

Mason slid down against it, reverentially sliding his breasts and cheek against it as he dropped to his knees. He grunted as he lifted the huge head, straining to push back her foreskin, and lapped at the stream of precum starting to ooze from the slit. He pushed forward and moaned as he felt his lips happily expand to start stuffing the floppy, spongy flesh into his mouth.

"Mmmm, yeah. I think I must have shot fifty gallons before, baby. Want to see how much your tummy can hold?"

Mason moaned again, the flaccid head starting to slip past the back of his mouth. His hands reached out to caress her gigantic testicles, feeling their warmth as they built up a titanic orgasm for him. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more.