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But let’s see what happens when I double the dose

They turn out so much better for me when there's expression

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"a shocked deputy taken aback"

"X pointing and shouting"

An Ample Anniversary - Part II

Now you lie for a moment, after you’ve both come, playing with one another. You would have said that her delineation was mind-boggling, but you are spellbound, too enraptured to think of anything but the senses at present. You look into her eyes, unfathomable as the currents of the deep ocean and the earth beneath forest leaves. Gently moving aside a tress of her locks, you whisper in her ear that you love her. She replies with a kiss, and you caress and fondle one another for a long time, travelling over one another’s bodies. The two of you are in complete harmony, each heart still racing for the other. This is complete bliss. 

You stroke the curves of her titanic form, appreciating every subtle inch of the great camber. Her hips hook you, her thighs encompass your world, and her derriere forms it; her demure, slender waist decorously inclines towards it with a delicacy the eye cannot follow. Her breasts, teardrop velvet and soft, with their puffy, dark nipples always looking as if they ache for you, softly merge with your chest as you pull her closer and kiss those delicate, sculpted lips, the bow round and full. That is her, round and full, potent and encapsulating. She is yours, and you are hers, and you know this. Her hair trails on to your shoulder, a river of little cascading curls washing over the edge of her face, her features fine and striking. Her neck is lightly spotted with perspiration, and you lean in and kiss her deeply there. A hand trails around your midriff, and pulls you closer. The other strokes one of your thighs, the other between hers. You can still feel the secretion between her legs, and after a moment you stir, your body responding to the call of hers, a light and tinkling music. You stiffen slightly. The touch is haunting, full of dreams… and then all is swept away. You feel desire, raising its antlers in you, and she sees the fiery expression on your face as you lift your head to look at her beautiful face. You want her again, and you know she wants you too. You rise, still looking her in the face, virile and single-minded. Your cock is rigid. She must be sensing this in you, as you knew she naturally could not help but do, and you feel your member strain toward her. She pulls her hair back and then kneels in front of you, her curving rear flourishing behind her like two, smooth moons. She parts your legs, holding them open with both hands as she advances upon you on her knees, jiggling like an earthquake as she does so. Her curves bounce, hips, tits, thighs, and butt, as if electricity is running through them, and then she envelops your length in your mouth. She sucks, honing the stiff erection, making it bigger and harder. Sliding it in and out, she lubricates it, before slipping it between her tits. She titfucks you with gusto, encasing your cock between her mammories and shaking her rack this way and that, up and down, pleasuring you all over. She continues doing this for a few minutes, and it feels better than it has ever done. The elation from before, combined with a technique she has never before displayed, takes you well past rock and to titanium hardness. The head of your dick moves in and out of her mouth. She licks and sucks the head of your cock, all the while mashing her tits around your pole. You thought she was self-conscious because she said her tits weren’t big enough to do this properly… Well, no complaints here, far from it. It turns you on just that much more knowing she’s thrown all inhibition out the window, not that there’s any founding for any. These puppies are plenty big enough. The buxom temptress brings you to a degree of… delectable turgidity and stops, releasing something like a rod of veined adamant into the crisp air. You moan for her not to, but she only smiles and strokes your nose with a finger. Bemused, you smile back, momentarily softened by this familiar sweet gesture the two of you have between you, but this is backed by an inexorable shift towards her, your hand resting on her plum hamstring. Still smiling, She gets up, gigantic legs raising her, lissom as a cat. She moves, passing the kitchen counter to the mantelpiece, and you can only but look on as you are staggered by the sway, which you briefly wonder if she exaggerating with this very effect in mind (if such a thing is possible), of her immensity. Your feet take you after her unbidden, and you are then behind her, standing before this larger than life lion’s share of backside, though the rest of her is still at arm’s length. She turns, a sultry grin now coating her face, twisting her body just so, so that a generous amount of tit, accentuated by the complimentary arcs, also joins the display. Her hands above her hips, she winks at you. “Mmm… I have a good idea. I’ve noticed there’s a little left…” she purrs, her hand suddenly on your cock making long strokes. She turns, allowing you to see her buttocks in their fully glory. “Could you please help me… apply it sir?” she coos. You glance down at your dick as a strange, slightly hot feeling beginning to course through you throbbing, and you notice a green, thick substance coating it. She gives her tits a peremptory, encouraging, squeezing rub, and then smacks her behind, and lets the now empty phial drop to the floor. Epilogue: The idea to fuck against the mantelpiece in your old house, on which was perched the stand containing all the numerous phials of green and other varying colours, was either a reckless oversight or a stroke of genius. You’re beginning to think your wife is a number of steps ahead of you in more than just the literal sense… Time to go now, ‘Duty’ calls.

Part I: 

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Tumescent Tenderness - Chapter One: Come For Me Baby!

“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” -Scott Adams He took me from behind again and I could feel his raw, hard cock pressing into my tight, unyielding slit. Mmm… Why did I love this dick so much? He really was too big for me, but I wasn’t going to turn an opportunity like this down. I bit my lip but was unable to suppress a gasp as I felt the thick, meaty head, already wet with precum, pushing around, trying to slip inside. Nothing like the veined behemoth behind me would ever ‘slip’ anywhere. I felt a force between my labia and then shove against the opening of my vagina. I was already wet by this time and felt my knees tremble. I fought to stay upright. I could hear his heavy breathing in the darkness all around, and imagined his might chest rising and falling, his blood pounding through his body, urging him on to take mine. He grunted as he pushed again, and he grasped my hips with more force as he impelled his member forward, the muscles in legs tensing against mine from either side. His hands were big, and his thumbs pressed into my ass, just a little painfully. I was breathing hard as he entered, and I could tell he was getting impatient as another half inch made its reluctant way in. He withdrew slightly and pushed again. His girth was stretching me, and I spread my legs a little. My movement was met with a resounding slap, which shot up tingling along from my rear. Hearing my pleasured sigh, he leaned forward, slowing his assault to a slow, leaning push, and grasped a nipple between his fingers. The twisting and pinching of his fingers had my nipple taut and straining at his first touch, and another smack to my ass had the other one follow suit. Still, the master of the monster pushing at my gate was a greedy one, and I soon felt another peremptory grasping at my other teat. My breasts, and my whole body, ached for him in unison, and I moaned in frustration, willing myself to let him fit, or for him to hurry and make me. My bed creaked as he resumed his efforts at my cunt, his cock colliding again and again, gaining more leverage with each thrust. It was wet now from my pussy juice, which made it a fraction easier, but there was still the issue of space. I heard a snarl as he drew himself all the way out. I felt empty and vast, a gaping hole without him. This alien sensation lingered as leaned back, and I heard him rubbing himself. I knew what he was picturing in the dimness, and moved back myself to grind my ass against him but shuddered forward as his fingers entered me. He coiled and uncoiled them vigorously, writhing to expand the space for his intentions. After a moment I felt his other hand grip my hair and mercilessly pull me against the slab of torso behind me. His breath was hot in my ear, and all I could do was quake as he fingered me.

The pressure increased and I knew he must have slipped another in. How many was he at? How many did he intend to fit? I thought I must be gushing all over by now, and surely he must have probed enough. Still, he pushed, and pushed. I felt I must split in two as more and more of his hand was inserted into me. Minutes of bliss ticked by, measurable only by the jolts of pleasure from his hand, tight in my locks and sex, and anticipation from his stiff prick pressing into my buttocks. All at once, when I was close to the edge, his hand was gone I was dropped back on to the mattress. I landed face down before being violently flipped over on to back. He was hungry for me and I knew it. Without needing to be told I spread my legs, keenly awaiting what was to come. In the black I could smell the sweat on his body looming above me. I briefly felt myself and my hand came back sopping. Then he came towards me, fast and hard and rammed himself with full force against my womanhood. My twat ached, it groaned, it stretched from the effort, but in it went, inch after delicious inch. I was on fire, convulsing beneath him, my legs twirling around his body, pulling him further. I wanted it, wanted it all. I opened my mouth and in a hoarse, ragged tone immersed with concentration spat “Give me all of that fucking cock, now.” He was not taken aback for a moment, sliding more and more in, regardless of anatomical constraints. Where was it all coming from? The hell if I cared. The massive width of his rod thrust further and further as it moved back and forth, heaving more and more space. His hands worked on my tits, pinching, tugging, pulling, and stroking, anything to precipitate heaving more of this throbbing leviathan into my longing loins. His breathing was fast and intense as he jerked back and forth, pounding against me. Every twinge was a dagger of ecstasy, and I had to pull a pillow to bite down on to muffle my frenzied screams of bliss. ‘Yes! YES!’ I thought, but those soon became words, unbidden in my mouth as I coerced him on. I wanted it harder, wanted him harder, wanted him to break me in two! I moaned and whimpered, ordering and begging him to fuck me, to ravish me, to fill me up with his mega-cock. Every whine drove him on, and he went on, panting but showing no signs of slowing or stopping. The onslaught increased, with him lunging over and again with as much speed and power as he could. I thrust back, forcing my tight lips to grip around his cock, to pull him into me. It felt so good, so amazing. My tits were tight between his fingers as he gripped and fucked me. He had pushed my legs on to his shoulders. The bed shook and banged as he pushed his feet against the frame, straining to fuck me ever harder. I in turn put my hands to the headboard, and squealed louder. His breathing had turned to similar hollers of primal elation. My cunt was drenched, struggling to contain ever more. The walls around it contracted with amazing force, and I could feel every vein, every millimetre of his huge schlong, stuffing itself into me. I could feel a tide rising in me, a wave moving all through me, some impending upheaval. I knew it was coming, that I would be coming. I screamed all the louder, telling him to make me come, to make me come, that I could feel it. This excited him, and his hands moved to my shoulders, letting him pummel with all the more strength. I felt like I could hardly take much more, that I was getting too close. I wondered if I would come or die first, it felt so mind-blowingly fantastic. His rhythm was like a jack hammer, going in and out so startlingly fast that it was overwhelming. My every nerve stood on end and my back arched jerking against him to make some semblance of keeping up. Every thrust nudged me ever closer, closer to the edge… and soon beyond. “Give it to me big boy,” I moaned, feeling his hands on me, the mattress squeaking beneath me. “Make me your fuck toy!” My ears were filled with the strident grunts of each thrust over each creak of the bed. I could smell the commixture of our scents, infusing the air with dank sex, which we took great lungfuls of, groping. And of course there was the omnipresent awareness of the vast cock inside of me. “Yeah, I want it all, give it all to me! You make me feel so good… Uh!” I intoned throatily emboldening him. We moved together, hard and fast, clashing our selves time and time again. Within me the storm swirled, and I pushed further, seeking the ecstasy of release once more, while not wanting the journey to end. The tide was now a volcanic tsunami under a hurricane, and the last of my dirty talked transformed into one long lilted shriek as I exploded beneath him. On and on he went as I came. I was squirting out on to him, but still he persisted, and his cock jarred my pussy towards another edge and off again. I came again, reaching up and clawing at his chest in euphoria. Would I stop coming? Would he let me? Could I at this point? Another orgasm shook through me, resounding to crush the previous ones in its wake. I had never felt a pleasure so intense, wrapped in the steel of the previous ones, soft as silk, sharp as lightning. I yelled again, letting out one long word, “Yes!”. He did not say a word back, and his grunts had silenced. All senses were replaced by the blinding orgasm after orgasm. I couldn’t believe it. I had come… well I had lost count at seven times. I had finally pushed out beneath him, spent. I looked into the gloom at the silhouette before me in awe. How had he done this to me? I was still wracked by the pleasure, and carnal pleasure still raced through every speck of me. I was gasping, my heart pounding in my ears, and sweat pooled between my slick breasts. He didn’t move, but remained kneeling where he was before, a statue. It occurred to me in amazement that in all this he had not come at all. In a stupor I raised myself, determined to amend that fact. His head raised, seeing my form in the dark, curious. Before he could react I had bowled him over on to his back. Before we knew it, I was astride him, and was pushing again, grinding downwards as my hand guided his hard-on back into my poon. His hands came up to resist, but stopped when I began rock back and forth, lowering myself on to his groin. My laboured breathing the only sound. God, it was unbelievably enormous. “And to think I was afraid of this monster!” I chuckled, my voice a husky sable. But behind that there was a concern. I was having trouble getting it in. ‘So soon?’ I thought and, throwing caution to the wind, lifted my legs and hoped gravity would do the work. I landed heavily atop him, and to my tired delight, found his cock was once again inside me, tip to hilt. I jiggled in place a little adjusting, and then did so again, trying to get moving to establish a rhythm. “Having some trouble?” a smug voice echoed in the gloom. I said nothing but gritted my teeth, forcing myself back and forth. Then I stopped, having changed my mind. Leaning forward, I bit down on his neck, smelling his musky cologne, and I began to suck, knowing that was a sensitive spot. I brushed my lips past his own and his cheek, highly aware of the tremors passing through the dick as it became rigid once more, tightening my inner walls like a drum. I leaned a little more, knowing that the escape of his pole was impossible at this point, and licked his ear. I extended my tongue from my mouth and wiggled it in circles around the ear hole. To my surprise I felt his arousal solidify even further and he gave a sharp intake of breath. I took the plunge and began to tongue his ear hole, stopping occasionally to nibble on his earlobe. It was making him wild, and he bucked beneath me with a new zeal, but I did not let him rise now. I had been ploughed enough for the day I told myself, lying but determined and straightened again. I was certainly more turned on now, his turgid increases within me had seen to that. It excited me, knowing that it was I that was doing it, making him hard, forcing his erection to new heights. I loved that I could take it all, his whole big, thick dick, in my tight little cunt, and I squeezed my kegal muscles, letting him feel my power over his dong. It quivered. Christ, it was like a third arm, wrenching me apart with a sexual thrill. What was agonising was that I could hardly move. I sat perched upon him, when another idea hit me. It had surprised me, the amount of reaction I had got from that squeeze, and so I tried again. He let out a loud moan which he instantly quietened. ‘I see’, I thought. “It’s mine.”, I whispered, and raising my fingers to my lips, licked them, lubricating them with saliva in preparation. Slowly and delicately, imagining his eyes upon me, I moved my hand to my clit and began touching myself, rubbing slow circles around its engorged mass. All the sex we’d been having till now had augmented it beyond anything I’d ever felt before. Even by myself when I’d played with myself for hours, I had never managed to get it like this. Pleasure shot through me in little tingles, and with each raindrop I felt my vaginal muscles contract again in response. With my other hand I raised his hands on to my breasts, and moving his palms around slowly I got him to start kneading my tits. Only then did I let a satisfied sigh escape me. “Mmmm…” My ministrations continued, and I could feel him enjoying them. I went slowly at first, my fingers reverentially skimming over my bud. He jostled my breasts about, and the distracted clumsiness filled me all the more with contentment. I knew now how I would get to him. As I moved, picking up the speed a little as I increased the contact with my sweet spot, I felt myself gently, almost imperceptibly, slide down him just a little more. “Oh, do you like that honey?” I asked, a spark of innocence in my lusty cadence. “Aha. Oh! Yes.” He replied, as he hushed another gasp. “Good.” I purred, and turned my attention back to my clit. His hands moved fast in time with my fingers, and he reached down occasionally to firmly grasp my ass. I encouraged him, and held his hand in place there for a few moments with one hand, the other never stopping its motion. “Oh God. Oh God!” he cried, his legs twitching a little beneath my weight. I relished my control, and worked further, pleasuring myself to pleasure him, to sink into his passion and fill myself with it. Bit by bit, as my pussy contracted repeatedly over his penis, I felt myself relax, and expand. It was a different kind of pleasure, a confident ease which steadily mounted. I was delighted. He could do nothing, such was his joy, and in a trance I felt him push out, pushing me out further and further. His ass tightened, raising me off the bed a little, and still I eased more and more, getting wetter by the second. My clit felt amazing, and I played with it in earnest now, tightening over him then untightening, jerking him off from the inside. My fingers danced faster and faster, and his hands yanked my nipples, thick and heavy with pleasure, increasing my desire. Once or twice I conceded and let him rise to lick and suck on them, but made him strain to do so, lest he block my hand. I raked my hand through his chest hair, my cunt constricting him like a vice, and a tiny squeal issued from me. “What are you doing?” he said, his voice edged with an almost uneasy submission. I didn’t reply, and only played with myself more energetically. The movements of the muscles in my legs and vagina increased, reeling pleasure out of him. “Baby, I think we’ll need to stop soon.” His voice came, a little concerned, but unable to hide the blatant awe and pleasure he was experiencing. I knew he didn’t want me to really, and it was just worry for me, but it would be alright, I had made sure for tonight that it would. He wiggled a little beneath me again, but this only made me press down on him harder, squeezing tighter with my legs and more fervently increasing my contact. There it was. A spasm went through me and into him, and I could tell I was almost ready to ride the pony beneath me. I thought about how hard I was going to fuck him now, and imagined his face as I made him come. I wanted him inside me for that, and I thought about the swelling of his cock just before release, pictured the tightening of his balls, and imagined the hot spurting liquid inside me, filling me up. I was a little lost in my reverie, and so it was only the jolt of him beneath me that brought me back. I was close, very close, and so it took me a moment to focus on his words. “Babe, please, we need to—I’m getting close.” His voice was a little desperate. This surprised me. Though we had only been having sex for a while now, he had never once come despite all my efforts. He assured me that it was just him, that it was to do with his dick, he just wasn’t able to, and that it wasn’t me. That didn’t stop me feeling a little lesser for all that, but I didn’t want to stress him about something beyond his control, so I left it at that. We had moved in together last week, and when I was cleaning his study I had found two things. A bunch of papers had fallen off his desk into the bin, and I hastily picked them up. As I bent to do so, something on the desk had caught my eye, and I found myself staring at an open little box… with a ring in it. I was overjoyed in that moment, but quickly realised that he must have been keeping it a surprise, so rather than study it more closely I reached down to grab the papers. I rummaged in the bin, and then drew back, my hand wet. I raised it to my face, alarmed, and was startled to realise it was semen. I look into the bin again and saw an unusually large number of tissues scrunched up at the bottom. I was astonished… So he had lied to me? I couldn’t believe it. I knew it must be to save my feelings, but I couldn’t take it. I fished all his remaining papers out of the bin and hastily sorted them on his desk. Glancing at the ring again I opened the internet browser and began working on my new assignment. Here I was now, tired yet determined, not even halfway through my plan, and he was telling me this? He moaned and writhed beneath me and I wondered at the reverberatons booms ringing through that massive wand and into my vagina. So I had found the trick. The resonance of my own gratification boomed through my clit into the walls of my pussy as they closed about his cock, sending back the wave of pleasure. He raised his body again. “Stop! He you have to stop.” He groaned. ‘Pah’, I thought. If he wanted to stop me he could easily push me off. His hulking form weighed almost twice mine, so this must just have been part of the fantasy for him. Unless perhaps he really was so pleasured that he could not move? Well that was fun to think about. It had happened before to me, and I couldn’t imagine how I was going to walk after all this. He just wasn’t used to losing control like this. These thoughts echoed through my mind as I played with myself trying to upend myself, and him, into orgasm. I would make him come for me. “Mmm… Fill me up.” I crooned deeply, feeling the bulk of his shaft grating within me, tensing. I could see he really was trying to move now, and quashed his efforts, mashing his hand into my tit again and increasing my crushing grip on his equipment. I had to stop myself from coming from sheer excitement as I began to feel an unaccustomed bloating from his cock within me. Yes, he was going to come, I was making him come. “Oh I love you.” I said, moving my fingers like crazy along my clit, scrunching my toes and holding back from the edge. He was getting so close. His breathing was coming fast, I could feel the gusts of warm breath on my stomach as he slowly rose higher beneath me, his dick stretching itself and me to our limits. “I love you too darling, but– Wait, wait!” he cried out, and I felt a truly monumental expansion rip through my vagina. I couldn’t take it anymore, my fingers pushed once last time and I came, my pussy throbbing and tightening, tightening harder than ever before in an ‘O’ around his cock, pulling it all in, taking it all… wanting him all. Cum exploded from him like a cannon blast. “Come for me! Oh yes, come for me now!” I screamed, pumping and beginning to ride him, all the time still pleasuring myself and him with my index and middle fingers. I felt the typhoon of hot jizz crash down inside me, perpetuating my own orgasm and going through me. The darkness seemed to come alive and light up. It was like grasping a grounding rod in a doomsday lightning strike. I screamed in pleasure as his hot load filled me up, a real woman, better than any of my fantasies. He was crying out too as he continued to spurt a river into me. There was too much even for my newly cavernous cunt, and I felt trickles on my thighs. His hands were still on my tits, tweaking my nipples with a mind of their own. I took one of his hands and used a shaking finger to wipe up the dribbling hot liquid. I then pressed that into my mouth and began sucking it, licking up and down to get every drop. On the second time that I was doing this he stopped me. “No, no wait!” he said his voice exhausted but full of real panic. Giving a last playful lick to his finger, I relinquished it and him, my prize. Before I knew it he was out of bed and had switched on the lamp. The dim red glow illuminated him from behind, making him seem a giant in front of me. “I told you—” he began, his voice taut. “Oh come on, sweetie, calm down. Besides, it’s not like there’s any more. I seem to be keeping the rest pretty safe.” I patted my vulva and, finding a stray strand, brought that into my mouth and licked it off in one quick, fluid motion. “Well almost!” I giggled, letting my finger pop from my mouth and waving it, squeaky clean, before him. His eyes went wide. “You don’t understand, honey, this is serious! What we just did… Why did you!?” He intoned, pleading in his voice. I lay back down, tucking my feet up on to the high end of the bed, pushing a cushion under my posterior. “Hey, hey. Ok, calm down. What’s up with you? Come back to bed.” I said, patting the soft blanket, my mind still drunk with pleasure. He was not so easily assuaged. “Listen, what’s happened to you- what’s going to happen, I–” I began “You must think I’m really silly baby. I made sure to take my oestrogen pills, we’ll be fine! Now, shh—” “What, you’re on the pill? Since when?! Oh man… oh man.” he interjected, then uttered a curse. I snorted, giving him a slightly bemused grin. “Wow, you’d think I’d said the opposite. We’re going to be ok. Shut up, get into bed, kiss me and let me cudd-” “No, no. Stop. Listen to me.” He said slowly. I could see him from my upside down position purposefully slowing his breathing and ceased, though I didn’t remove my smile. “Look, we have to go now, we need to get to the lab! There’s no time!” His voice was despairing, and I was confused and exasperated. “What are you talking about? Look, I – AM – ON – THE – PILL. I am not going to get pr—” “It’s not that! Look, get up from there, you’re making it worse!” he said, gripping my hand and tugging me. I got up, and looked down at myself. “So you want me to go with you, freshly fucked so I can’t even walk, stark naked, to your lab, at midnight?” I wondered what on Earth was wrong with him, and anger was beginning to flicker through me. This was only increased him looking down at my vagina. “Too late, we’ll be too late!” he said, and began pulling me towards the door. 

Chapter Two:

Bustline: 2048cm... And Counting

Your fingers slide over the keys. She moans softly. You lick your lips and blink a few times, focusing. You need to concentrate on this, despite the prickling heat that is building. Your touch is light as your fingers brush back towards those vital buttons, and you once again slip into the same old rhythm: up, right, left, right, up. Contentment swells from a sigh beside you, and you catch a glimpse of movement from the corner of your eye. It’s working. “Yes…” she purrs. The delicate, fruity musk of her perfume hangs heavy in the air, subduing and intoxicating. You can only comply. You move shift one picture towards the other on the sixteen square grid, and a throb courses through you as you successfully combine two of the larger figures and they meld into one. You note that this is already promising to be a better run that last time, as you feel something soft begin to press against your elbow. “Oh, oh, more… More…” she croons. Her eyes are closed, so she must be enjoying this a lot. She normally can’t keep her eyes off them, but before you look back to the screen you hear a whimper and see that her hands have slipped downwards.

As you slot more and more of the pictures together, the pressing against your arm becomes more persistent, and the soft firmness begins to push upwards. A stitch pops, and then another, and you feel yourself begin to ache, mouth dry. As if sensing your hesitation, she lets out another moan, and you feel the bed shudder. “Bigger.” The word whispered echoes across the ether and through you, and you feel your blood pumping. You eagerly increase your computations, blinking rapidly to try and maintain precision. A button pops on the front of the silk negligee she’s wearing, first one, and then another as she intakes a long, ragged breath. A button lands, on the keyboard, and you look to your left beside you, you can’t help it. Past the flesh pressing into and now slightly over your left forearm, you see a spectacular sight. Her hair tousled around her, mouth lightly open and eyes closed, your girlfriend lies on the bed beneath her magnificent chest as it heaves slightly but rapidly. A groan escapes her, and before your eyes the shirt she is wearing splits open, revealing mound upon mound of perfect, supple breast, quivering in the light of the screen. With each inhalation her chest rises, but falls markedly less with every exhalation. Slowly but surely it is rising, expanding, filling… growing. The last button begins slowly to tighten. Unbidden, your left hand moves towards a nipple, already hard and puffy, peaking with dark excitement. You know you have a long way to go before the game is over, but the temptation is too great. However, before your hand has finished its ascent, the movement sending ripples across the expanse of titflesh, she breathes in suddenly and you feel her hand begin to work faster beside you. A light dampness touches your thighs, warm with honeyed sighs and caresses. “Please don’t stop, please,” she begs you. “Not yet, ple-” she interrupts herself with a loud, high moan. “Uh! I’m getting so big!” It may be her breathing quickening, but her chest seems to swell just a little faster, as if to remind you of the urgency of the matter. It’s too much for you – almost. You know that you can go further, and your zeal returns as you work at the keys, hands darting back and forth. Your erection is iron, and only seems to harden further with every little jolt her fingers, and now her breasts also, make on their fastidious expansion. When you first told your girlfriend about your fetish, you were nervous, expecting the worst. Though at first the idea didn’t do too much for her, the story has altered somewhat now… “Pump me up! Oh yes big boy! Yes!” she screams, arching her back underneath the mountains either side of her as they split the last of stitches of her negligee open, revealing her stupendous glory to the world. You move your fingers faster and faster, your mind racing in elation and calculation, you’re beginning to approach your high score, and her tits are spilling out everywhere, covering most of your arm and a good part of your chest. Judging by the aroma pervading the air, she has come at least once, but still she frantically continues to play with herself, as if they were but short spurts of relief leading up to something… greater. You’re getting closer, you realise, to the actual end of game. Her mammaries continue to engorge, augmenting further and faster beyond human capability or belief, and her cries get louder and lustier by the second. A creak resounds from the bed frame. You hear a snap, and figure that the belt she had asked you to secure around her had snapped under the exponential tightening. Suddenly a hand grabs your hard on and begins to fervently jack you off. “More, more! So much more!” Nearly blinded by sudden pleasure, carnal excitement, and encroaching rack, you begin to slip, and only by sheer luck are you able to keep going. You accidentally press the down key, spawning a comparatively slim figure at the top, but by some stroke, of hers or genius, you aren’t sure, you right yourself, and several newly stacked ones pop out. The jump in the score is enormous, but the numbers accelerating upwards can hardly keep pace with the jugs beside and around you, blowing up in every direction, soft, heavy, and delicious. You see the numbers mounting, and memorising the next few moves, you turn to look at her, your fingers moving automatically. Her assets burgeoning beyond all reasonable size, you have surpassed your highscore. She opens her eyes for a moment, and the lust there drinks you in as you both come to that realisation. Her grip on your penis only tightens, and her movements become more purposeful, preparative. You slot one more large combination. “Awww… Yeah! Oh baby, yeah!” she explodes once more, squirming and seeming to get even hornier, if such a thing were possible. Her tits have surpassed all reasonable recognition, and she is more attached to them at this point, buried beneath the two enormous globes which press up against the sides of her jaw, slick with sweat, and reach down to past her midriff. You have been shunted almost off the bed, and are forced to put one foot on the floor as you maniacally tap away at your keyboard desperate, like she, to reach that goal. At first it was a little awkward explaining your fantasy to her, that it didn’t matter what her size was, that you loved her regardless, but rather that it was just a fantasy of yours, a kink where you were aroused by the idea of a woman’s satisfaction being shown… visibly. She was a little self-conscious at first, but it was she who wanted to try out the roleplays. Perhaps a part of her wanted to be your fuck toy, she did like being dominated, and this was a situation where you had control. This was enjoyable, and she began to get a little into it, probably because of the effect on you, but now, ever since you two had found the game, she was evidently fully fledged in the fetish. “Mmm… Uh, oh! They feel so good, so sensitive, oh please push them out, more, more, MORE!” Now you moved the cluster of remaining tiles up, joining link after link of the busty women, forming bustier still ones, and your darling responded so beautifully, her boobs surging forth, finally driving you off the bed, ripping you from her manacle-like clamp. Nonplussed, you only briefly glanced at the gargantuan hooters that towered above the mattress and frame, each one double the width of her body, massive, firm teardrops capped with nipples each of which would scarcely fit in your mouth. “Fuuuck!” The curse ripped from her throat, an expression of wantonness, down through the canyon of her cleavage. You press the final button, the up key, once. The screen turns gold, but you aren’t looking anymore, because beside you comes crashing down a twin set of brobdingnagian behemoths of voluptuousness. Her tits engulf you. Who knows where your laptop is now… She is absolutely colossal, or so you can affirm by the sea of tit around you, pliant yet firm, squeezing. You are amazed at your self-restraint for not having climaxed just thinking about it. You can feel the flesh around you quaking, assuredly from pleasure at the distant muffled cries of titillation, most likely caused by your movements in this spectacular chasm, but also from something else. Luckily you had planned for this also. Managing to extricate yourself after some deliberation, you see you have still underestimated. The no doubt shattered remains of the bed are nowhere to be seen, and the armchairs either side are already not enough. They are currently seven- make that eight feet apart, one pushing up against the wall, the other slowly sliding on the floor, being pushed outward by the left tit of your girlfriend. It’s bigger than you are. It’s several times bigger than you are. It’s still growing. They’re still growing. She is still growing. You can’t help but lie there for a moment, gobsmacked and in awe at the sight before you. Not in your most vivid dreams had you ever imagined- “I need you inside me! Now!” the sound came from the centre, and you could see her, head still under a pillow, her gaze afire with a glowing fervour. Her tone brooked no argument. Climbing on to the desk you had placed at the end of the room, you dived, even as it begins to buckle, unable to move back any further. It was a short distance, the wall of bust literally coming up to meet you. You heave your way through, worsening the problem the entire time by making her squeal with sensory delight. Passing by her nipple you can’t help but give it a tug on the way. You can’t even close your fist around it, and the resulting spasm of growth, accompanied of course by an oh-so-sexy moan, leaves you with an extra minute of spelunking. You find her in the mass, randy and hot blooded. “Yes, come on, come to mama!” the vixen calls, unable to quite keep the shakes out of her voice as you push through the last yard between you. “I am so hot for you. I need you so badly. My pussy is drooling for your cock now.” Her tone is succubine, her need bestial. “But first, I know what you need big boy. Come to mama, she wants to give you a reward after all that hard work, and besides, she’s sooo hungry” There’s no actual need, but you comply. She gobbles her prize, wasting no time. Veins push and stand out, and your foreskin draws back as the red muscles of her mouth scurry over and around you. She sucks vehemently, vacuuming out any traces of softness. As she bobs her head, you can still feel the pressure about you increasing slightly, as pound after pound of sweet melon engorge themselves upon the room around you. After a full minute you hear a loud ping from some far off corner. With a chuckle she lets loose your organ, and it crashes down just below her chin, leaving a faint trail of saliva. From this close, the small pumpkins overflowing her collar bone and resting against her jaw are just the tip of the icebergs. It’s almost impossible to contemplate the rest all about as it seeks yet more empty space to occupy. You have little time to, letting out a gasp as she hungrily takes a ball between her lips and licks at the saltiness, reminding you of your duties as a lover. Not that she minds you looking. You know that half her excitement is just from how sprung she has you right now. That being said… you notice her fingers pawing at the tit around. Ok, perhaps a third of her excitement? You whisper, your voice low and gravelly, strained with desire. “So what can I do for my lady?” Your penis throbs, arousal etched into the bulge as tit softly wraps around caressing it. She doesn’t answer. Words have failed her at this point. Even through the juggernaut ranges beside you, you can scent the trace of her wetness through the canyon, aching to be dammed. You hear another ping from the laptop, and realise that you have beaten the top score. Your mind is boggled, contemplating the imminent surge of bonus points. You hasten to her slit. You want to show her how much you’re going to enjoy this next part. After it all, she lies smiling on an elbow gazing at you through the haze of dust, plaster, and splinters. You’re plugging in your laptop, grimacing. You can’t believe the battery died just as you realised you unlocked the bonus level… “You boys and your toys” she mumbles, licking a stray strand of semen, and winks at you. You smile, thinking of the tablet she has ordered and the stand she has already connected to the bed above her head for when it arrives… Now you’ll just need a new bed, and that’s the least of things needing replacing. You recall your second cousin’s farm in the country, and the large barns on the rolling estate, empty and vast for miles on end. Well, he did offer you a job there, and you’re hardly getting your deposit back for this place. Now if you could only find your phone amongst all this sensitive ‘clutter’.

“Sure you’ve got enough?”

“No, not really. It’ll never be- uff! Enough!”

“Did you just come?”

“A little bit. It... sent me up a few sizes.”

“...”

“Well, you’ve evidently noticed. Say, why don’t you help me... do that again. And don’t worry about removing the dress. My girls will see to that in just- Oh well, would you look at that, they beat me to it! ...Now, a good dicking if you will, please.”

The canteen was empty as Fleur walked through it, feeling her big new hips and tits press out against her leotard. The spaces between the chairs felt deliciously smaller, and her hips swayed in an unfamiliar way that excited her, as she felt her thighs and ass cheeks rub up and down against one another over and over with every step. 

As she moved, she felt the growth pressing out her cleavage, as her breasts bounced bigger with every step. The floor shook with the added weight of her curves, but also from the increase in her height. She now stood at just under eight feet tall, and she was stretching further by the second, her heightening only exceeded by the increasing exaggeration in her curvy proportions. She gained a full foot in height as well as in inches around her hips and bust by the time she had crossed the hall.

Soon she would arrive at the girls’ dorm, where she was going to fuck all of her classmates.

This was the part I always loved. I felt his cock enter my ass, slippery with lube but raw and ready. I relaxed my muscles, letting him slide right in, before clenching him in a death grip. Damn, he felt so big, hard, and juicy in me that I was tempted to take it out right now and suck that delicious pole until he popped.

He began to move back and forth, rigid and marvelling that a girl was letting him give it to her from the back, and on a first date too. I grinned, shoving back hard, taking more of him. This guy had a lot of girth to him, but I would make him fit in the end... I always did.

He exhaled, kneading my buns with his fingers. I wiggled in pleasure, sending shivers up that lightning rod planted firmly inside me. I wanted him to go faster, but was enjoying this nice tight start. Motes of pleasure began gathering in my cheeks, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he realised what was ‘growing’ on.

He pushed again, and I felt the delectable sensation as his cock hardened further, pushing a little deeper inside me. Mmm... it always began this way round. The tightness of his shaft caused him to gasp in pleasure, and thrust just a little harder. He stopped himself continuing, wary of causing me pain, and I wanted to laugh, though I too had become caught up in the pleasure, and could only moan in response. Well, that out to give him an indication of how I liked it.

He thrust hard again, and I could feel the veins bulge on his penis, as he shoved more of himself into my ravenous anus. Each time he would thrust, the pressure would increase, and I whimpered i pleasure, feeling his strong hands and hard cock against my ass. His fingers dug into me and I smelled his musk as he pulled my hips towards his hilt. I couldn’t wait to meet it.

Just when the overwhelming sensation began to shift towards pain, it happened. The tightness poured itself as an ecstasy in my extremities, and my ass expanded. His cock gave a sudden little rush, filling up the space as it to grew, ripping my fishnet tights. And so the rhythm began, his dick pounding against me, as I cried out for him to fuck me hard, and it grew and grew inside me, forcing my body to adapt and change to accommodate him. My poor tush was never quite quick enough, and I always felt the growing tightness.

Now, I really liked this guy, but as I glanced back and saw him, spearing away, unphased by the fact that my hips had swelled to wider than his body, I was perpleed. Didn’t he care?

His eyes et mine, and he winked, before delivering a smack to my rump that made me come there and then. Seeing my reaction only elicited him to fuck me harder and harder, and we both groaned, getting bigger and bigger.

I had become frenzied, counterthrusting against his mammoth torpedo as fast as I could, made easier by my newly strong, thick thighs. My enormous hips guided the monster phallus on and on, deeper and deeper into the reaches of my gaping asshole. All the while my pussy was exploding, and I came over and over, clenching so hard around his cock that I sometimes even stopped its mighty pummeling, but the tirade of thrusts would always be back for more.

I don’t know how long we fucked that night. My ass continued to balloon, and I would glance back to watch the now rapid growth. I could only see his head above its sexy enormity, as well as the hands that I was so aware were rubbing and tugging at me. 

Eventually, I felt a faster swell building in him, an ultimate hardness that drove me over the edge three times as it collected.  Then, a cannon burst within me, and I swelled, pound after pound shooting into my ass as it zoomed outwards. I felt myself move forward, and still on he came, swelling himself the whole time. I turned my head, and all i could see was yard after yard of firm, taut, ass, jiggling from the waves of cum still spurting into me.

I wasn’t sure whether I came a thousand times, or if it was just one one, long, unending stream of orgasm. I screamed, gasping as my nipples dragged over the polished floor, and eventually blacked out. It had simply been a divine overload.

I awakened to a pressure on my butt. I turned to see him perched atop me, holding a massive mast pole of a schlong. For someone who had just been fucked to oblivion, my body sure didn’t seem to realise it, as I grew wet again.

So, this is why I like taking it in the ass, and I felt I had to clear the air when I met Clive on that first date. One too many looks at my ass... Well, it hasn’t done my baby any harm.

“You know, you could have warned me.”

“No, I know it’s what I wanted, but I spent two hundred dollars on that dress!”

“I know I couldn’t wait till after prom night, but still...”

“Am I mad? Well, you are busy at home talking and not sucking on these new titties, so you’ve got a lot of making up to do mister. Besides, how else will I get to grow bigger without that delicious cock of yours?”

“Oh, what? You’re already getting into your car. Good boy, now hurry over here and give me that cum.”

I can’t stop! I know your cum makes me bigger every time, but it just feels so good when you put it in my ass! Uhhh... My panties are so tight, it’s like I’m wearing a G string now. Please, I want you in me again. I love the feeling of your deep inside me, thrusting between my cheeks as they flex and they... and they... grow. 

Ok., ok. I want it again, I want you to fuck me, make me come, come in me. Yes, I want to be bigger, I want to grow to your hot seed, and for you to get hard and fuck me all over again, watching my beautiful booty get bigger and bigger. I need... Oh! Mmhmmm.... Ughhh...

Scowling, Verity clacked down the aisle, fists clenched. No, she had not wanted to try a bloody sample. but that that hadn’t stopped Mr-Eager, had it?

She was already late to her meeting, and was just getting credit to top up her phone when, as she had rushed towards the automatic doors of the shop, she was accosted by a young man brandishing a spray bottle, asking if she’d like to try out his company’s latest product. 

Normally, she might have stopped, but not today. No way. Today she had an important meeting, and the last thing she wanted was to look frazzled from her rush. If she hurried now she would have two minutes to get there, just beond the other side of the shopping centre.

Her heels clicked quickly as she walked away with her purchase, frantically typing the code into her phone. As she completed the final digits, a sense of calm overcame her, and she breathed in deep.

A button popped off her shirt, but she didn’t look down. No one would notice, and besides, she probably looked better like that anyway. Smiling, she unzipped her unusually tight jacket, exposing the new round orbs poking against her blouse, musing that it was too hot anyway for it... or was that just her, in fact?

She was almost halfway there. She had lost three more buttons, and her rapidly expanding breasts were in the process of ripping through another, but she had gained an overwhelming sense of confidence, so it didn’t matter. She strode, straight backed and chest forward, making its way head of her by an ever increasing amount of inches as she slipped through cup sizes. Heads beside her bobbed in time with her jiggling chest as it spilled out beneath the confines of her now miniscule-looking bra, black silk peeking through her shirt and she stopped walking at the bottom of the escalator. 

As she rose slowly, she gave a sigh mingled with contentment and nervous excitement, putting a great rent in her bra as she shot past the D range. She could feel it, today was the start of something new, something big.

She felt a slightly uncomfortable tickle, layered over a wedge of pleasure that was spreading below. Odd, she was feeling really... sensitive. All the better she supposed, feeling the snugness of her panties as her ass began to expand. She felt something behind her, and saw a man move back, his face stark with surprise. She gave him a wink, and wiggled her bottom a little as she unconciously grew another few inches. Her hips began to flare out too, stretching the skirt even tighter. She felt a moistness form a trail down her thighs, and they pressed together, thickening as her panties assumed more the shape of a thong at this stage.

She got off the escalator, and stumbled for a moment on hips that were now wider than her shoulders, but strong, thick legs caught her and guided her powerfully across the remaining distance, assuming a brisk, sexy sashay.

It was an unusual day, but she felt marvellous, electric. Her clothes felt great against her skin, all tight and... getting tighter, something said in the back of her mind. She only smiled in well-being, eager to reach her destination as her form changed further. Sexier and sexier she grew, with full lips and a narrowing waist, trim and toned. She stretched her arms outwards, and felt her jacket begin to tear a little, as she began to get taller. 

Every step was a longer one, and the G-cup amazon halted her growth at six feet, with hair hanging down below her waist, covering the split in her skirt. Her ass was a tight, round, enormous cushion, tapering with thick thighs to her still dainty feet. She was a graceful hourglass, powerful and beautiful.

She walked through the doors of the building and towards the office. This was going to be good...

So guys, I was out clubbing last night with Jenna and well, we met this really cute guy and well, I wouldn’t normally just, but, I mean, he was really hot, y’know? Six pack, guns, all the works.

So we get back to my place, and he has got this - and I’m not exaggerating, between me and Jenna we’ve been around the block if you know what I mean - this guy had the most massive cock we’d ever seen. I could barely wrap both my hands around it, and believe me I tried!

Now, I’ve fucked big guys before and, well, it tends to take a lot more work to get ‘em as hard I like, what with it taking all the blood from their heads... Anyway, and I swear I’m getting towards the point of this post, this dude was like a fucking bar of steel. You could have crowbarred your way into a safe with it. Of course, Jenna and me, we respect a compliment, so we got right to work y’know, and well, I was glad she was there, because I don’t think I could’ve handled all that dick by myself.

And well, as I tittyfucked the shit out of him, while Jenna was blowing just behind me, damn if it didn’t get even fucking bigger! Not meaning to go all tmi here, but as you can guess I was pretty much ready for it then, but the thing is, I knew that was never gonna fit in me, at least at the front. 

So yeah, that was some pretty fuckin amazing anal. I generally kinda like it from the back, it feels, I dunno... It can be weird, until they start going, but believe me it can get real good if he knows what he’s doing. This guy certainly did and man...mmm just thinking about it is getting me - well, I’ll be typing a little slower for the rest of this post now let’s just say ;)

Anyhow, so, Jenna’s been getting real horny just laying with his sack, and decides like she wants a go too, even though that’s not usually her thing and uh, well he certainly gives her one too! He had just blew my mind with that load - I swear I could feel that shaft hitting by ribs - and only a moment later he’s rock hard again and pushing his way between her ass cheeks. 

We had another few goes at that before frankly Jenna and I were both too tired and he had work the next day so we all get snug for a bit before he leaves. Man, I was still tingling when he left, still horny but so fucking exhausted with pleasure. I see Jenn’a asleep next to me, and I start feeling a bit weird. I put it down to the alcohol, and go to sleep.

Oh man, the next day. So this is the bit I’ve been meaning to get too, but I just kept thinking about... brb.

That’s better, took care of that. Now so after some weird and  wild dreams I wake up, and the sun’s shining right through the window, so I keep my eyes shut and begin to move. That’s when I feel it. I realised later that it was just sheets, but at the time I just felt this rush as something touched me. For a second I panic, confused, and I jump a little. The landing causes a hell of a lot more impact than I’d think and so I fall right next to Jenna. I open my eyes to see what the fuck is going on, and I see this mountain right beneath the sheets on top of Jenna. I’m looking at her, face down, and I see like this thing on top of her, so... I touch it.

For a moment I panic again. I touch the soft thing and her facelike contorts as she gasps. So I ask her if she’s ok, and she’s still damn asleep. I touch it again, for longer this time, and she starts waking up.. moaning. Now, in the back of my head, something’s still niggling at me, and I keep squirming on top of these cushions I’m sitting on. I’m feeling impatient, and I want to know what the hell is happening here, so I just pull back the sheet. 

- Holy fuck - 

So Jenna’s jeans are like, fucking shredded all over the place, and I can see this ASS rising out of them. And when I say ass, I mean ass, like fucking dumptruck-sirmixalot-thick. It’s pouring out of every rip in them, and - can I just give a ssoutout to the best fucking Jeans company ever - they’re somehow still holding together for the most part. Like each ass cheek is like a fucking pumpkin. I can’t help myself, I don’t even realise I’m wet at the time, I touch it again, and I don’t mean like poking. I fucking grab her ass (and dude, I was surprised at how damn firm it was - it was like a billion squats put into one woman), and her eyes fucking snap open, her lips groaning in pleasure. Her hand shoots to touch it, and brushes past me, and that’s when I notice it’s happened to me too.

One incident that will never be mentioned again later, well, I am going nuts on instagram. This is like a fucking dream come true. Jenna was a bit hard to sway at first, but then the first thousand or so likes, along with a gentle reminder of the benefits of this, a la hand (shush you!), and she came around to the idea.

We started talking about what happened, and yeah, it didn’t take us any longer than you to figure out that Mr Big had something to do with this.

So yeah, he’s coming over on Thursday to do my tits, and believe me my nipples are peaking in anticipation. I wanted him to try some other stuff, but for some reason he says my apartment is too small for that, something about the ceilings, w/e.

In the mean time, enjoy the pics and stay tuned for my ‘updates’.

xox <3

p.s. If I get enough likes I’ll post a vid of big boy and my next encounter ;))) xxx

She didn’t see what I saw as she left. That pert ass rolling out, filling up like a heavy zeppelin, full and tight. Her dress shrank its way up her legs, pulling to cover the swelling buttocks that followed behind her. I could only watch, mouth agape with wonderment.

She took another step down the stairs, and I could see each cheek pressing an outline against the cloth. She absent mindedly tugged the garment, and my voice became stuck in my throat.

I thought back to last night, staggering into the house together, drunk as anything. She whispered dirty things and giggled as we helped each other up the staircase, towards the bed, but when she told me where she wanted me to put it I was instantly hard.

Thinking back to this morning’s growing concerns, I think I now realised why she never let me do that before. My eyes glued to her posterior, I counted down the seconds till she would open her car, sit down, and realise what had happened. I was the luckiest man in the world.

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Edited.

“Oh baby… The bra you bought me yesterday, it’s too small already… My boobs are growing so big, so fast… I can feel them swelling, bigger, heavier, overflowing this poor bra… I don’t think it’ll be able to handle me one more day at this rate. 

What about you, sweetie? Do you think you I  handle me a little bit more? Or are you going to give up? To break under the pressure, just like this bra? Am I going to be too much for you, big guy? I’m going to be huge… So massive, so powerful, it’s overwhelming! Don’t worry, baby, no matter how big i am, I know you can handle it... and me. 

Now come here please, it’s all for you.”

She bit her lip then, and reveled in amazement at the amount of sensation she could still feel as he thrust back and forth with Herculanean effort. That pleasure hadn’t diminished at all. In fact... it felt even better - more with every thrust! 

She ground into him a little, the minute wiggle of her ass sending an earthquake rippling through him as he plunged as far as he could go into the exquisite engorging expanse.

“Yeah, keep going baby! You can’t stop!”

If he kept going like this, it would soon feel as good, if not better than the growth...

“I need more!”

She released one of her breasts from her kneading grip and motioned to give him a hand.

“Giggle” A bit too much for you, sweetie? C'mon, i wanted to grow sooooo much bigger for you! You can’t already give up! I have so much more to show you!“

Without noticing, she slid upwards, another few inches taller. My cock was quick to begin its reciprocation, but I stifled my libido momentarily, intending to take the smart route. I loved her, and this was a sensitive moment but, by God, she was the sexiest woman alive.

I embraced my giant girlfriend, my hand ‘accidentally’ brushing her nipple, which she most likely hadn’t even realised stood taut  and ready through the strained bra. She tried unsuccessfully to stimy a gasp, and I looked up in mock concern, my hand grasping her right breast in my ‘alarm’. This only elicited a moan, and her dainty yet powerful hands drew me closer to her. I took this opportunity to press my head against her and lightly kiss her enormous left breast. A moan escaped her, and I pretended not to notice that, or how she not to subtly began to grind against my leg. She still wasn’t used to being so big, where it was difficult to do anything ‘small’.

Her chest began to heave a little as she took deep breaths, the only sound in the silence of our embrace. I loved teasing her like this, feigning unconcern as she got hot and bothered. I could tell it turned her on when she was normal sized... but now? Well, the minute ripping sounds from her XXXL lingerie were the smallest indications.

“No, don’t...” she whispered, her voice high and breathy.

“Don’t what?” I said, unable to prevent the corners of my mouth from lifting a little, and my hands tightened a little against her sensitive tits, my hot breath wafting over her large, thickening nipple as my tongue darted in and out from my mouth. A slick sweat had begun to nestle within her cleavage, and the smell of her sex was strong in the air.

“Darling, we only just... I haven’t had time to shrink down again!” she said, trying to muster the voice of reason from the faculties that remained to her in the tide of her libido.

I merely looked at her, my intent plain and unblinking in my eyes.

She bit her lip, whimpering as her proportions very slowly increased, her tits puffing against their restraints, her hips, ass, and thighs swelled juicier, as she of course, got bigger and bigger, squirming in ecastsy as she enlarged all over.

“But sweetie, I’ll grow again!” she cried out in a tone of waning concern, as another seam creaked and she paradoxically pressed my hard on against her wet panties. Too little, too late.

“Yes, you will.” I replied.

“I want to be sweet and gentle with you but it’s not like before. I’m just so big and you’re so tiny. I have to be so careful, my breasts… They could crush you so easily… I can’t even feel you between those monsters! And they just keep growing! This bra… It’s getting tight… Please, sweety, be careful.”

My pulse was palpably beating in my neck as, I swear, all the blood drained from my body into my dick, which sprang into tenting action, fighting the confines of my trousers. My hands were only too happy to comply, fumbling with my fly before I ripped off the whole ensemble. I stood there, erect and veiny, my eyes fixed on the sight before me. My feet moved me toward, and then the teasing, something about me not even hanging up my clothes, stopped as my cock slammed into her sopping, enormous cunt.

“It has been one year since we met honey! One year since i started to grow! And i thought that you deserved a huuuuuuuge present to celebrate this! C'mon big boy, show me how you treat big, bad girls like me… Hurry up! Or you are going to cum before you even open the package!” “giggle”