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She couldn’t believe how well today had gone. Mia felt on top of the world as she got home from her shopping spree on that Thursday afternoon, a little tipsy from her stint at the bar she had visited with the rest of her colleagues afterwards.

Things in general seemed to be going well. Mia swelled with pride, thinking about her program, which was going to be published in just a few weeks. Things were going her way, she mused, and giggled in her stupor.

As Mia dragged her clothes of for bed, she ran her hands over her body. It felt good and tingly, and looked down, grinning. She just had to try on the gorgeous new enticers she had bought again. This Friday night, she was going to wear this under her outfit when she went clubbing.

‘Damn,’ she contemplated, staring at her reflection. ‘I look really fucking good.’ In the way only a drunk person can, she struck a pose, bending the little stumble into the motion in a way that tried to convey, and probably would have managed to any non-sober person, that she had planned to do that. Nonetheless, the result was sexy as hell. Her well-rounded body seemed to stick out in all the right places, giving her a pleasing hourglass shape, and a thin sheen of muscle could be seen beneath her limbs and solar plexis. She shook her head, and her glossy plait came to rest on her enticing breasts, stroking the pool of cleavage.

Mia stood there a moment and, with a dead certainty, realised that she was going to give someone a good fucking come tomorrow night. Her confidence in the feeling filled her, and she tingled once more, tiny tremors of pleasure echoing through her inebriation, multiplying in tendrils that crept through her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the present, and began to grow, gently sliding upwards and outwards, little by little. She breathed deeply, keeping her breath slow as her heart rate increased with the mounting pleasure coursing through her nerve endings. The outfit had tightened somewhat when the feeling stopped, with a pleasing overall effect, and she was a few centimetres taller. She brushed an engorged nipple which stuck rudely, and shivered, her thicker ass quivering atop her widened hips.

As she was lying in bed, Mia felt it again, but between exhaustion, relaxation, and intoxication, she succumbed to sleep. As her tousled plait descended towards her narrow waist, she unconciously shifting her arms from the new flesh that covered part of her biceps, allowing her hands to gently drift of their own accord towards a dampening navel between increasingly buxom thighs... and the bed continued to shrink and sag in minute ebbs around her.

The rest of the world would have to wait with baited breath for Friday as she soaked up her looming dreams.

A Swell Party

Tiffany held her pose, hoping the fabric would last long enough for her boyfriend to take the photo. The click coincided with a loud rip of a seam giving way, yet the flash was not met with one of her own. Tiffany made sure not to sigh in relief, and dashed as quickly as a girl with huge, swelling tits who is wearing heels who may also have had one too many drinks could from the poolside and back into the house.

As she opened the bathroom door her dress was completely rent in two by her tits as they exploded out in their full filling glory, protruding over a foot outward from her chest, She quickly clamped them with both hands, as if attempting to hold back their enormous swell as they pushed past soccer ball size, before realising the door was still fully open and that there was a very large mirror to her right. Leaving one arm to hopelessly cope with the heaving balloons of growth, she spun around to slam the door. Newton’s Second Law of Motion sensed this, and the momentum of her gargantuan mams sent her crashing into the realisation of what a suddenly altered centre of gravity feels like. Between was the door, which crashed shut as she toppled to the floor, her  mammoth tits landing heavily upon her only a moment later.

She sat there dazed, looking down at them as they descended lower and lower upon her rib cage, shredding the dress to ever smaller rags. She was hypnotised by the way they ate up the empty air around them, pushing out to begin to cover her arms a little, and she began to--

At a pounding on the door she squealed and fumbled for the lock and snapped it across the door. The panic from outside subsided slowly, or she began to pay it less heed as she fell back into watching. Her eyes widened as her bosom grew bigger and bigger, rapidly swelling to fill her lap. Tiff’s new dress had completely fallen away, and she looked at the ruined white material. It was only then that she was able to become distracted enough from the shocked terror that had overcome her that she began to realise how... good it actually felt. She looked down at her boobs as they engorged further and further afield, and each stir of expansion ignited her with sensation. 

Her fingers moved to unclick the lock on the door, outside which Sean was still pleading in utter obliviousness, but her eyes never left her new assets. 

She didn’t care how she had grown. It hadn’t affected anything, not her work life, her social, OR her love life, thank you very much.

In fact, after Maddie met Darren on a dating site, she thought perhaps it was very much the opposite. Darren was such a caring guy, and it hadn’t made a difference to him if she was maybe a little on the ‘large’ side. Of course, on their first date, which she had been nervous as hell about, he had stared. But, if he was phased, he gave no sign of it, because that was it, like it was one time to acknowledge Maddie, and then he accepted. How many people were like that?

He had taken Maddie to look at the fireworks on a little hill above a quaint little town, which was of course perfect aside from his slightly undersized picnic blanket, but Darren had made up for that. Darren made up for so many of the problems being big presented, and well accentuated all the benefits. Coming from a strict Catholic background, he had made her wait till they were married for them to have sex, and it was only on their wedding night that she really learned to appreciate the benefits. She still tingled marvelling on it.

So now, as they made love, seven years well into their marriage, in the full light of day with the lights on just for the fun of it, Maddie relished this moment where she could make Darren as happy as he made her.

“I love you, baby/” he said in unsteady passion, and her mind filled with mixed contentment, titillation, and love.

Bigger again, huh? You know, I’m beginning to think that I’ll never have enough tit for you!

Oh, but don’t worry, I’m hardly pouting about it. In fact- and this is a secret, so shhh!- you might like it, but I lov- uhh! Sorry, it’s hard to ah! -concentrate after it starts because mmm.. -it ooh! -feels so good! Ohh! OHHHH!

‘Time is ticking, and my hourglass is only filling.’

Jenna smiled to herself, admiring the photo she had just taken of herself. Her figure, even to her, was breathtaking - even shocking. She was now the proud owner of a generous E-cup, verging on F, and a behind which devoured her ex-boyfriend’s Batman shorts, the only thing that currently fit her.

She looked down. ‘Damn, all the right junk in all the right places.’ Her grin widened, and she snapped another pic. Of course, there was a hell of a lot of getting used to, but she figured that the endorsements she would soon be getting from her  online profiles would pay for a new wardrobe, and much else besides.

She pictured Andy’s face agog as photos of her flooded the internet. He would cry himself to sleep, thinking over his spent dick that he could have had this all, just for him and him alone. He would know how badly he had fucked up when he left her that night alone in the construction yard, and hadn’t even bothered to see if she was alright. The explosion had changed her, while he was off with some floozy, but this bitch was now back, bigger and better than ever. She felt a slight tingling, and cooed, enjoying the sensation rushing through her...

God, what a bunch of spoilsports. Those bitches were all just jealous 

“Oh my God, you need to get to a hospital”” “There’s, like, something totally wrong with you!” - Yeah whatever. They could all go to hell.

Samantha luxuriated in the feeling as her tits jumped up another size, quivering as she walked along the corridor with a new confidence, and a staggeringly gorgeous rack. She had long removed her bra, which by comparison had been little more than a glorified vest.

With the clack of her heels and the enlarging bounce of breasts, she felt powerful. An echo could be heard of the small horde who had started to meekly follow her down the corridor. Mmm... Her shirt was about to give way. Soon their curiosity would give way to full blown adoration. She chuckled... Delicious.

Something felt... odd, Jennifer mused to herself as she looked through the magazine. Still, she could not tear her eyes away from the volume - her first publishing! True, it wasn’t where she wanted to be, she thought, unaware of the uncomfortable feeling tugging at her bra straps, lightly mixed with a pleasure percolating from her chest upwards.

She was thrilled. She was coming up in the world, Jenny was a real writer now! She beamed with pride, flicking a page as her breasts expanded obscenely. All the emotion and tit was welling up, aching for release. Jennifer grinned, exulting as she came to the last paragraph and her boobs decimated the remnants of her bra, bouncing free beneath her tight shirt, searching for new rips to form. She reread a sentence, having lost focus for a second. Something... Then she lifted the magazine a little higher. The view was being blocked by her... tits.

I felt his  cum coursing through me, willing me to grow for him. I started to feel hot, my pussy burning with the wanton emptiness that needs filling. My hands ran over my body, feeling the hot sparks as I changed and grew, my hips swelling far outwards to diminish my shoulders, while at the same time raising into the air, pivoting to a perfect-fucking angle beneath my huge, pert ass. And the pressure against the padded bra was intense. My breasts bounded forth past plentiful handfulls and beyond, easily ripping through and jiggling to a bounty past head size. I almost blacked out from the ravening coming wracking my entire being.

I was still changing, growing ever sexier, and I could feel my toes gently extending towards the edge of the bed even as my hair tumbled further along the other way. Somewhere amidst lust, my hand had dialled my boyfriend’s number, and I was now moaning away insatiably as I pressed the buzzing device deep into my throbbing twat.

Marianna was lounging by the pool when she started to grow. She did not know how, nor why she started, but there it was.

The sun at its zenith had baked on to Marianna’s skin as she lay on her crisp white towel beside the pool. The scent of tanning oil, rubbed all over her smooth skin wafted in the air, dates mingled with the slight, sweet smell of the beads of sweat that trickled down her slim, petite body. As the rays crooned their fullest, in her languor her eyelids began to grow heavier and heavier, and the toned muscles relaxed.

She remembered that she dreamt, but Marianna never knew of what. She awoke to find her feet cool and damp, where the edge of the pool lapped at the sides. She stretched a little further, wriggling with the relaxing pleasure licking over her brazen calves, and sighed once again, content to keep her eyes shut. She could feel the sun, only but a little lower she suspected, radiating a warmth that washed over her in waves, and the contrast of the water was wonderful. Now, this was the way to spend an afternoon. She spread herself further, and drifted back into a deep sleep, comfortable under the weight of her softness, feeling the gentle scorch drifting over her flesh.

At first, no one would have noticed, but Marianna’s towel, inch by inch, had slowly begun to disappear underneath her. She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling just a little less with each expansion. Occasionally, a small gasp would escape her, and she appeared to tighten with pleasure before blossoming further. Her tightening panties were wet with more than just the occasional splashes her feet made as her legs elongated towards the pool, and the splitting seams of her constricting bikini top tickled her sensitive breasts as they slowly spilled out over the top.

Marianna, not so much as getting taller, was enlarging. While her generous booty and thick thighs lengthened, her proportions stayed the same, so she remained as voluptuous as when she was merely five foot five. Now… the calves of a six foot one woman hung over the poolside, gently stretching. The growth was steady and constant, and the dozing Marianna was becoming wetter and wetter by the minute.

Marianna moaned loudly, passing the 7ft mark, as if eager for the next benchmark. Her towel was no longer visible under her, and her swimwear was slowly following suit as her tits and ass engulfed the garments with their pliant, bulging enormity. Her nipples showed rock hard through the thinning fabric, and her lower half was completely soaked, even as her thighs approached the pool to follow her submerged shins.

The pleasure was steady and intense, not allowing her senses a second’s rest as it assaulted her with ounce upon ounce of gigantic pleasure. Soon, she was almost twice her original height, and approaching dangerously close to coming. She quivered, setting her assets to a jiggle that showed the amazing quality of her clothing which still somehow held under the gargantuan strain of the wanton slumberer. Her fingers dug into the flesh of her pussy and titties, kneading the flesh to spur on her release. All her subconscious mind knew was how good this felt, and was bent on getting more.

Still the amazon swelled. The ends of her long, blonde tresses tossed as she bucked under pleasure, and the nearby furniture shook and toppled as she rocked in ecstasy, her long fingers fluttering over her tingling torso and thighs, rubbing to feel more of the sensation overcoming her. She was getting so close, some part of her knew, and her bronze skin was afire with the roar of growing anticipation. Her back, aided by her capacious rear, arched, on the brink, and she shot up, inch by inch, as she played with herself, fingering her raw clit beneath the shredded, skin tight panties. The air was now heavy with the scent of her sex, and every little breeze made her shudder… And then it came, like a thousand thunderclaps down on her, a racing orgasm that ripped her from the land of nod and into the waking world, tossing under the violent blasts of pleasure that tore through her, one by one, excruciatingly exquisite as she exploded outwards to fully twelve feet in height.

She lay there, writhing and squealing, trembling as she extended slowly. Oh wow, that had felt amazing! She’d never experienced anything like that, ever. She could still feel it all over. She drew a finger up an ample thigh and jolted at the response.

“Well, that must have been a good dream,” she mused to herself, a grin quirking on her lips as she bathed in the afterglow of coming. “If only I could remember what, or who, I was doing…” She shrugged her massive shoulders, not noticing as her left strap gave way under a torrent of burgeoning titflesh, exposing an areola capped with a nipple bigger than a dollar coin.

She giggled headily, feeling amazing, her breath still coming quick. 

It was only when she slipped into the pool, still grinning, and attempted to move away from the shallows that she realised something was up. Her eyes fixed on the sign that read ‘9ft’, beside her plump, rounded ass stretching the bikini bottom to the thinnest of G strings, and then moved up and down taking in the rest of her body as it gradually rose further above the waves.

“Hmm... Interesting look.”

Jelena scrutinised her body in the mirror, watching as she shrank a good 6 inches in height. She frowned in disapproval, but then smirked as her bosom began to strain against her bra. A rush of breath escaped her as her breasts grew from the size of large oranges through to grapefruits. It felt so good.  Elastic creaked and lace tore as the underwire bent, failing to withstand her burgeoning bust. Her boobs continued to swell, and she stared, her grin fixed but beginning to go slightly lopsided. Now they had approached the size of cantaloupe melons, stretching the bra further. She didn’t even notice the twinge from her underwear as it too stretched to accommodate the rounding of her hips and ass. And certainly, she would not even have been able to see them even if she had been paying attention to anything else - her tits were becoming enormous! 

“Should - have - worn - a - bustier” she groaned through clenched teeth as she scrabbled to try and undo the constricting garment. 

“Ow! Shit!” she squealed as the underwire snapped, sending a stab of pain through her colossal jiggling tits. Her nipples pricked to attention, each fully thick as her thumb. She licked her lips, finding them to have plumped up and them some too. She pictured Craig’s cock wrapped around them and quivered, sending ripples once more through her expanding chest. 

The tits had now slowed to a halt, reaching the size of watermelons. They hung in a delectable teardrop shape down to just above her belly button. Her hands pressed into the flesh, feeling the firmness. The sensitivity made her coo in pleasure. Yup, this was definitely the one.

Jelena adjusted the wig, causing her tits to fluctuate in size momentarily, sending a throb of pleasure through her pussy. Her tits crept a few inches further forward than before. She grinned twirling the cascades of red which flowed on to her massive bust. Her back strained, and a little part of her was grateful this wasn’t permanent. She walked closer to the mirror, examining each part of herself. Her breasts pressed against the cool glass, causing her a jolt of surprise and pleasure. Her underwear snapped, exposing a red nest above her loins.

“Hmm...it still needs a little something.” she thought, angling her obscene proportions this way and that. 

“Ah yes! Of course...” she reached over to her dresser, knocking half the contents over with the prodigious bounty of tit she now possessed, and fumbled until she found what she was looking for.

She raised her arms, brushing past the mass of soft breast flesh, and slipped on the necklace. The transparent stones turned scarlet as the settled, the largest gem just between the pool of cleavage below her collarbone.

“Craig is going to love this,” she whispered, even as her senses flooded with fiery passion. “..almost as much as I am.” 

And then she began to grow again, her entire frame expanding as she enlarged. Soon, she reclaimed the half foot the wig had taken. She liked the concept, but she didn’t have to have the height of a demure vixen to act like one. Steadily she grew taller, her legs lengthening, smooth calves and ample thighs expanding. Her newly thick caboose thickened further, and her amazingly huge rack followed, becoming a décolletage to drown in... 

Six and a half feet, seven feet, her whole body getting bigger and bigger and bigger, her growth showing no signs of slowing... The door slammed.

“Hey Jelly, I’m home! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Craig yelled, and she heard a rustling sound. She quickly yanked off the wig and slipped the necklace off, tossing them to the dresser even as she almost fell as her body violently shrank to it’s normal state. She heard his footsteps and quickly dashed into the bathroom, yanking the door shut behind her. She looked around, trying to think what to do. Jelena jumped into the shower and switched on the tap as Craig knocked and walked in. 

“Hey, babykins.” she said in an overly breezy tone, fighting to ignore the icy water against her skin. Thankfully it’s normal levels of sensitivity had returned or this would be overwhelming. Craig took a moment, making his teasing, lecherous look obvious. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled, telling him to get out. 

He held up the flowers which had been dangling at his side.

“Aw thanks, babe!” she said sweetly, smiling. Lillies were her favourite.

“I got you something too, you know.” she said, her voice saccharine with innocence. 

“Yeah? What?” he replied, not aware of how fast her heart was thumping. She was glad the shower was cold then.

“Aha, I’ll give it to you after we have supper - speaking of which, I’ve got to just- uh, finish this shower. I need to get something out to the oven!” Jelena said, a mix of over-casualness and distractedness peppering her tone.

“Okay then. I’ll go into the garden for a bit, I want to plant a few bulbs while the sun’s still up.” Craig replied, his mind obviously elsewhere. He blew her a kiss and winked before turning around and walking out.

Jelena let out a massive sigh of relief, before gasping again as Craig’s head appeared around the door.

“Sorry, forgot to shut it. I know you’re always telling me, and I thought I’d be able to manage at least once a year.” Craig grinned, looking slightly puzzled as she stared in alarm at him. He didn’t say anything else though, and shut the door as he left again.

Jelena’s heart began to slow. She adjusted the water, getting it nice and hot, which was just how she had begun to feel herself. She sighed, softer this time, and enjoyed the sensation of the water. The evening would be perfect - the perfect dinner for her perfect man, and better than perfect sex all perfect fucking night. Her hand slipped down to her sex, and she bit her lip, thinking of what was to come as her finger began to stroke her labia. 

A sudden loud bump in the next room sent her reeling again with panic at being caught. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” she cursed, snapping the tap lever off. It was irrational, Craig suspected nothing, but wow had her little test run got her tensed. She felt like a live wire, and hoped she could make it through dinner before leaping on Craig, expanding tits first.

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Bianca Beauchamp

Chilli Oil II

Time for a written-all-in-one-go and then posted unexpected (even by myself, I literally just sat down and began writing when I saw this pic) sequel!

Masie began to pull her top down. 

“Mase, we’re in a damn church!” I said, my hushed exclamation echoing across the rafters.

“Well that’s kind of an oxymoron.” she replied, smirking as she exposed her round, perky breasts and pale brown nipples.

“What?” I replied, looking around but getting distracted as she bore her smooth, slim mid-riff. There didn’t seem to be anyone about but Masie was right in front of a window and we were in a damn-

“Church - a ‘damn’ church... Seems like you’re being pretty naughty.” Masie teased, shimmying her hips from side to side and showing the line of her panties, black with a dark pink design swirling off it. Her boobs jiggled madly from side to side, hypnotising me. Masie grinned at the effect.

She raised an arm to smooth back her lush blond hair. “Besides, big boy, you’re the one with a stiffy.” The skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. I idly noticed that she’d never had a bra on, so she’d been planning to jump me the whole time.

“And anyway,” she cooed, sashaying slowly towards me. “This building hasn’t been used in years. It was a community council for two decades before being abandoned for the last ten years.” 

She was only a foot away, and gazed into my eyes with piercing blue pools of lust. “But don’t let that stop you making me feel... contrite.” She stuck out a hip, and I marvelled at her curves, even as she drew a finger along her body.

Fuck it.

I seized her suddenly, and drew her into an embrace. My mouth was upon hers, kissing her passionately and tasting the soft wetness of her mouth, breathing in the light scent of her perfume and... something else, a spicy scent.

“Mmmm...” she moaned lightly, running her hand through my hair as she moved her tongue over mine. I ran my hands along her waist, feeling her softness, and she directed a palm towards her ass. My hard clench made her groan, and I bit her lip, causing her to gasp as I kneaded her buttock. My other hand found her breast.

“Oohh... yes, you need to touch me, I’ve been ever so naughty.” she crooned, thrusting her chest towards me. I planted my mouth on her neck and ravaged her, groping at her ass and tits. She moved my other hand to give her boobs more attention.

“You’ve been a very bad girl.” I growled between sucking at her neck.

“Oh yes.” she murmured back, going limp against me, submitting to my harsh caresses.

“I’m going to have to punish you now, you naughty, dirty, little slut. You’ve been so very bad!” I growled, nibbling her earlobe and fondling her tits with a fervour, feeling sweat which began to pool in her cleavage. I felt her knees wobble and spanked her sharply, making her stiffen and inhale at the sting.

“Ohhhh... yes, I’ve been bad.” Masie cried. “More than you think.” she murmured, and she shivered in pleasure. I began undoing my belt, feeling my erection trying to rip its way through my jeans. Her hands stroked mine, gently urging me to take my cock out.As she moved closer, I kissed her breast, lightly nibbling a nipple, and she shook from pleasure. I could taste the spicy perfume, slightly slick against her breasts, coating them. She guided my hands, still covered in her perfume, right on to my throbbing manmeat.

“Get big for me” she whispered into my ear, her hand urging mine into stroking at my cock. A vein pulsed in my erection, willing it to obey her, and my other hand pulled her in close, grasping her hair tight as I kissed her. She groaned again, and then squealed with pleasure as I pawed at her breast again. Her other hand did not stop assisting me in stroking my cock.

I felt myself growing harder and harder, and willed myself not to come yet. She pressed herself against me, rubbing her tits against my chest. They felt so good against the hard muscle of my pecs, so soft, round, and... bigger? 

I felt a nipple rub against me, hard and swollen, the little bumps beside it tingling electrically and then I felt it suddenly spread, as if she pressed harder into me, but I didn’t feel her body move at all. It felt as if more breast pressed into me, and she began to rub my dick harder. An iron erection pressed against her stomach as one had never pressed before. Masie must be really turned on, her tits felt huge!

"I’m going to bend you over and split you in two.” My voice ripped from me, and her gasps only elicited more aggression from me. I rubbed my cock harder, feeling the light burn from the perfume. My fingers moved apart, accommodating my burgeoning erection. This felt amazing!

She mashed her tits into me, and I was once again struck by how fucking good they felt, so soft and HUGE against me.I looked down and stopped rubbing suddenly, seeing a pair of tits that had doubled in size before me! She grinned. She had been expecting this, and gripped around the girth my dick with both hands. Both hands.

I didn’t know what to be more amazed by. My dick was pumping, growing bigger, enormous as she rubbed, the strange tingle of the oil pressing deeper into me, making me hornier and crave her more, making me grow. Not that I could see this under the press of tit that slowly spread against me, the size of small melons now. I could feel the tingle of the oil there too, and realised my muscles were harder, stronger.

“What the hell is happening?!” I said, and my voice came out in a bass growl. 

“I want to please you, to show you how sorry I am for being so very bad... again!” she cried, jerking me harder. I felt her fingers spread apart as my hard on stiffened further, and felt my cock shove against her stomach. Her boobs pushed against me, smothering my chiselled pecs and sliding against my abdominals. 

"I- I don’t,” I said hesitantly, feeling the arousal, stepping back. Her fingers grasped for my cock, but I easily held her. I marvelled at my strength, and realised I had grown taller too! 

“Tom, are you okay?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

I hesitated for a moment before smiling.

“That’s master to you, whore!” I said, advancing on her. She looked up, caught in panic and arousal, and I winked at her before grabbing her. I tenderly picked her up, lifting her into the air, and buried my face in her burgeoning funbags. She squealed loudly as I roughly licked a nipple, swollen as thick as a thumb, before I set her down.

I ordered her on to the floor, and carefully set down my jacket for her to lie on. My cock felt enormous between my thighs as I knelt over her. 

“Do you want me?” I asked, my voice resonating through the church. 

“Yes,” her whisper echoed. “So very much.”

Through my lust, I wondered if she’d be able to handle all of me. I had grown a little more, and was easily 6 feet in height now, but my cock was now at least 7 inches long, and was considerably thicker around. My attention turned to see her reaching over to her bag, presumably for a condom, but she instead pulled out a bottle of pale red liquid with dark flakes running through it. She uncapped it and handed it to me. I could smell the strange chilli spice again, and tasted a drop of the oil. It sent a thrilling buzz through me, and I felt my muscles ripple as I drank a sip. 

“It’s all for you, m-master.” she said. 

I looked to her gushing pussy, and then to her massive tits. 

I reached back and lazily ripped a sleeve of my shirt, then bound it around her as a blindfold. 

“You’re going to come more times than you’ve ever come in your life, my sweet little toy.” I said, as I fastened the knot. Then I tipped the bottle, slathering her tits, already having swollen to the size of small watermelons spread below her ribcage and over her arms. I next poured a load directly on to her pussy. She let out a scream of pleasure at that, and I watched her clit redden and puff up along with her labia. I shifted forward, resting on my knees over her stomach, hefting her enormous boobs with ease. I poured some more chilli oil into one hand, and leant back to finger her. She began moaning, and I felt her body begin to shake. Something good was going to happen... I then slathered my own body with a coat of the oil before tipping the remaining half of the bottle on to my cock. I felt fireworks exploding in my head, an atomic bomb of lust... I began to thrust, my rapidly swelling cock pressing between her tits, even as I still fingered her. My cock quickly lengthened, right into her gaping mouth, and I felt the shaking of her body beneath me intensify. Hot, red oil spilled over my cock and on to her tits, which were blowing up, expanding right before my eyes, swollen heavy as they passed watermelons, then quickly moving up towards beach balls in size. My cock moved like a jackhammer as I felt myself growing taller, bigger, and stronger, and we both moaned as she began to suck me in earnest, tasting the oil. And then her body beneath me gave its most violent shudder, rocking me almost sideways off her as I buried a third finger inside her pussy...  My other hand plied the wave of tit bursting forth.

“I love you Masie!”

She moved her face from my now wrist thick shaft - “I love you so much, Tom!”

She panted, moving back to my cock.She kissed the head, and I groped at her diaphonous breasts as they continue to spread, urgent and insistently over the floor. I was experiencing a sensory overload, and cried out “Oh my God, babe, how could anything ever feel so amazing.”

She looked up at me, and I saw her hair beginning to lengthen behind her. Her eyes were wild. And then the whole room shook as she bucked beneath me...

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