Darling, Get Out Of The Shower NOW, Its Starting!! Greta Squealed.

“Darling, get out of the shower NOW, it’s starting!!” Greta squealed.

She bounced up and down in excitement as Jan exited the cubicle, water clinging to his tight muscles. Bounced.

Now before and after Greta had moved in with him in Hanover, Greta had done a lot of things, but no part of her had ever bounced. Jan stared with amazement for a moment at the burgeoning lumps pushing out beneath her tank top before he was overcome with lust.

He rushed her, and they both fell atop the bed. She laughed, but began panting with excitement as he yanked down her panties. His biceps tightened as he pulled her in for a deep his tongue darting  with a blaze of wild fire, and she sank into his strong grasp, taking in the smell of his shower gel, moaning in approval.

When, however, he came to pull off her shirt, she pushed his hand away. “No,” she said. “I can think of a much better way to remove it.” She continued to kiss him, urging him on with her tongue. His already hard cock felt heavy, and seemed to be trying to descend towards her waiting pussy. 

“Oh, ja.” she whispered, grasping his iron hard dick and guiding it downwards. “Yeah, fuck me while my titties grow.” He released her from his grip, and stabbed himself right into her cunt, burying himself in her to the hilt. He was met with an instant screa of pleasure from her, and began madly thrusting. His arms stretched out and grabbed at her breasts, which were pushing against the fabric of the shirt with a mania as they jiggled larger and larger. The speed and intensity of his thrusts were only competed with by the growth of her boobs. 

The space between them was rapidly increasing, and Jan felt a softness against his chiselled abs. He looked down, and gaped at how huge she was already. They inflated further still, heading from the top heavy section of a men’s magazine steadily towards the fetish area.  She had ballooned from average to stripper size and beyond in a matter of minutes. It was unbelievable.

He knew that once they stopped, her boobs would settle at the size they grew to through her arousal, so despite his primal hunger he held back, until he heard her say.

“Don’t hold back, I don’t care anymore! Make me big please, I want to them to be the biggest in the world - No, bigger! Bigger than the world! Just keep fucking me forever big boy! Make me come eternally! Ohh! OHH! You’re doing so good!”

Jan fucked Greta, faster and faster, harder and harder, pawing at the giant boobs that were rapidly covering her face. Her moans and screams of pleasure became muffled as they both were engulfed by the growing pair of breasts, which were spilling out off the bed and on to the floor now. There was no end to the, nor no beginning. Within minutes the walls and ceiling were staining against their beautiful bulk. Jan knew he would never stop making them grow. Never.

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’.

June held up the camera and pressed record just in time, but the device didn’t start to capture until she had already gained three cup sizes, her tits bulging out from the pitiful looking B cup bra on all sides and spilling out of her shirt she had started filling. 

The little red light blinked, and she became more and more top heavy each second as her boobs rose beneath her shirt. Her neckline plunged, pulled down and  out by the demanding cleavage, which seemed to long for the spotlight. 

She tried to maintain composure, having spent several hours putting on makeup before she had come here to shoot the video, but her soft moans echoed across the quiet peer. She had downed the beans as soon as she’d got out of her car, and as she stared at the rapidly inflating orbs she wondered if she would be able to fit back into the Smart that awaited her by the roadside.

The pleasure she felt as her bra snapped was indescribable. As she bust forth the soft, wet feeling of her boobs slipping up size after size sent her over the edge, and it was all she could do to hold the camera up as she experienced a nipplegasm as her teets tented against the tight, rough wool of her sweater.

Soon, they were bigger even than her football player ex’s hands could have held, and the shirt lifted, tightening and rubbing against her skin. She rubbed her free hand against her chest, willing them to grow, yes, to get bigger and bigger. This was what, was who she wanted, desired, no, needed to be!

Her boobs continued to fatten and she her nipples increasing in diameter and length too through her asphyxiating shirt. She guessed she must be approaching G cups when they suddenly ripped right through the shirt, leaving it mostly hanging on to her tight, firm flesh. 

They bulged further. She ran her hand to feel them all over. They started just beneath her collar bone, and while retaining all their natural perkiness, were so vast that they were rapidly descending below her ribcage and over her smooth belly. Each one was far larger than her head now, and could easily have been seen from behind, her rack easily surpassing her shoulders in breadth. The cool sea breeze fluttered the tiny pink sweater over the leviathan mammaries, and the two-euro size nipples perked further, coating her thighs once more with glistening love juice.

Her knees quaked as she continued to increase, cup after glorious cup, but it was far from over. Her butt began to stir, stretching out the skirt that sat over it, as her legs parted to give her a killer pair of hips. Her thighs made her groan as they expanded, in time with her ass, to match these proportions, and the hot trickle ran still further down her legs.

Then she dropped the camera. Later she would be relieved to see that by some miracle the thing had not only survivde but was still recording. From below her tits obliterated all view of her face, and her panties could be seen stretching into a tight thong of a wedgie over her engorging hips, ass, and thighs. Her skirt was so tight she would have trouble moving in it, and by the time she reached the car she would have ripped the hem twice. 

At last, her beautiful, brobdingagian bounty stopped bloating, when her boobs were so big that they hung below her waist and over her nethers, massive and taut. Her pelvic region, while still considerably smaller than the juggernauts above, was still a sight to behold. Smooth, creamy thighs descended from an enormous velvet ass, all tight and muscular. Her hips would never allow her to walk again without a swaying sashay powerful enough to arouse persons within the radius of at least two blocks, such was their fantastic width and contouring. The thighs and the load they bore, descended on to equally powerful calves, round and muscular, with that same layer of healthy fat just above, allowing the muscles to be seen shifting just beneath the surface.

June looked at her reflection in the water, then picked up the camera, and headed walked away from the peer. How she fit into the car, got home without crashing or being arrested, or whether she remembered to clean herself up before sitting in the driver’s seat, we will never know.

Three Words of Consequence

I’m stroking his sleeping form, my hand tracing the idlest of circles with the deepest concentration. This is the one I have chosen, he who is mine. I sit now, watching the soft rise and fall of his shoulder blades under his slowing breathing. The slumber is deepening under my coaxing, and I feel content. My fingers are widespread, and gently skip across the thick waves of his back, exploring each crest and trough. It responds, resilient in some places, pliant and soft in others. I brush close to the edge of the quilt, under which his lower half is covered, and feel goose pimples rise. Are they from cold, or tremors of the sensation? His face is turned away from me. How does he always, even after the fall into unconsciousness, know where the glints of my eyes will be? I brush my hand through his hair, thick and coarse; always in need of a brush. He can’t hide it anymore. He said it, he said it tonight. I think back, to blissful foray past, when moon put her ear to the gap in the curtains to listen to the night time radio, turned up just a little too loud for furtiveness, while we moved in the dark. I could not see him then either, the ghost light cast his features in shadow, but as I lay back, feeling, I heard it on the rim of his lips. I saw the syllables, darker than the gloom, work their way through his gaping breath and around his ragged tongue. They emerged, and they were quiet. It was almost as if he was ignorant of their import, or unaware of what it was that, as if it had slipped out and escaped. A whisper and we were bound. Inextricable. The moments of our passion passed, and yet he remained. It was I who slipped out from under, not quite knowing why, many minutes after and though, heavy with echo. “I love you.” 

An Ample Anniversary - Part I

They say a picture paints a thousand words, but there was no camera that night, nor any artist with a brush, not that there would be any alive with the skill worthy of the task. I’ll try my best to describe to the events of the anniversary two years ago.

Her face was glued in a commixture of a smirk and a beaming grin. Her eye trailed, with the slightest of inclines, downwards from you, past the whorls and coils on her slender shoulders, below the gentle small of her back, and settled on curve of her rump. And what a curve it was. Her thong pressed tightly against her yoga pants which, despite their stretchiness, were straining under the pressure of her capacious rear. In short, she was breath-taking. She gave you a knowing glance… You hadn’t even noticed yourself become hard. You could see she was still awash with the pleasure. When she had first begun to sip the green substance from the phial, which now sat on the kitchen counter, you had been worried when she gave a gasp. However, the punctuating moans in her explanation released your tension elsewhere. Still, She hadn’t let you completely have her way with you. The storm was but a lightning strike, hands and mouths close and passionate, before she downed the remaining emerald green contents. She sat you down in a chair, the mounting tension arcing across those few feet between you, and then you both waited, and watched. I think I’d better start over, I’m losing myself. Let me reiterate. Anticipation had been carved into both your faces. She smiled, catlike, noticing your hands clench and unclench, before her eyes suddenly widened. And, gradually at first, her lower half began to follow suit. She let out a gasp, mouth agape, and your eyes followed hers down to her ass. Standing at a diagonal angle from you, you could see it beginning to move… to fill out, rounding and plumping up. It wasn’t like a balloon filling with air. No, this was firm tissue expanding, like a steady and slow flex. Though, to say the least, your jaw had dropped, you were concerned, just in case. You started to rise, and a question formed upon your lips, but she reassured you, telling you that no, it didn’t feel bad, in fact it felt a little– and that was when the first moan escaped her. You were upon her then, and she on you, hands sliding, pulling, tugging, grabbing, mouths and tongues wild, taking in as much as possible through sensory perception. Before getting completely lost in it, she suddenly moved you away from her body, and motioned you to a chair. She moved back into position, and you noticed… she already looked much bigger, though she can’t have gained more than a few inches. Where there wasn’t, now there was, protruding, and it was sexy as hell. The idea that there was more to come made your mouth dry. Picking up the little bottle, she tilted her head back and you took in a sharp breath as you saw her gulp down a far greater volume of the tipple. As she licked the last traces of green from her lips, she subconsciously readjusted her stance, and you could see that, indeed, her hips were moving further apart, flaring out slowly. She let out another groan of pleasure as her thighs began to broaden too, giving her a thick yet elegant appearance, like a Greek vase. This was not spoiled by the involuntary squirm that rippled through her new curves. To your surprise you could see a damp spot spreading on her yoga pants… She might have been enjoying this even more than you were. The two globes advanced a little more, and her pants began to tighten. The thong she had been wearing pulled up, tighter and tighter, filling out with more and more of her prodigious behind. At some point you heard the pants’ elastic go, but it was in the back of your head, as you watched the cheeks push from the size of grapefruits to cantaloupes in quick succession, the vastness pushing aside all limits.

It was speeding up quite a lot at this point, and though her ululations continued, seemingly beyond her control, she managed to keep herself almost absolutely still. Her pelvis enlarged further, having gained more than half of its original width, and she had hardly lacked curves to start with. You heard stitching pop on the extra stretchy material, unable to handle her. The sink was by this point dwarfed by her ass, which was sticking out more than half a foot from the rest of her. With each spurt of growth, her thighs fleshed a little thicker, and you noticed now that even her calves had grown too, firm and toned like the rest of her legs. Her eyes, moving back to you from the rest of her, locked with yours, and you saw her slowly lick her finger before she slid it into her pants. You think they might have heard your jaw hit the floor in the next town over. Round and round she moved her digits, as her ass began to approach the larger melon scale. Her hips extended well past her shoulders, and she rested her elbow lightly on them as she fervently applied her ministrations to her throbbing clit. The light fingering didn’t seem to provide much outlet, and after a minute or so she stopped as her knees began to shake. You noted with satisfaction that she had a noticeably greater amount of trouble removing her hand from the waistband which by this point looked like it had been painted on to her legs, but the artist had left several gaps, through which spilled succulence. As her posterior pushed out, further and further, growing wider and wider, past the point of reason and all fruit comparisons, you could only sit there, hypnotised, too horny to even act upon your desire. Those hips, which begged to sway, had excelled past the width of your fridge, over double the width of her body, and were backed up by a massive junk which tapered down through her delicious, thick thighs. Each cheek of her booty was bigger than a basketball now, round and firm, with the perfect blend of taut muscle and cushiony softness. You longed to touch her, to worship this goddess, but still you had to wait. The growth slowed to a halt, ending in a final potent jolt, which ripped the pants from her body and sent them flying across the room in shreds. Standing there proud was a sight you scarcely had words for. You drank in this callipygian dream, an exquisite relief of svelte hills more astounding than the six to Romulus. The beautiful bulk of each leg was thick as her torso, solid without an ounce of cellulite. You could see muscle sculpted in powerful lines, while She remained supple and yielding. Goosebumps raced across the newly risen contours, and she shivered a little. She gently, almost reverentially, now began to slide her hands down her new figure. She was spectacular, a vision of smooth arching curves, achingly palpable. Each delicate hand descended, down her sides, exploring the form. She quivered again, chest heaving, and as she bent back to investigate further, you saw her nipples had stiffened from more than just the cool breeze through the ajar window. Her limbs lingered for lengths on certain portions, and her breath became more ragged still. She bit her lip, and her expression made you unsure of whether she was aware of anything but the delight of those moments. You were merely an afterthought, an adoring addition which added flavour to the cauldron of carnal ambrosia. Her finger tips probed the skin of her rear, rapacious yet tender. She pinched a nipple again, and brushed her loins, having through some instinct turned a little further in your direction, and two settled themselves inside her sopping cunt. She drew them back and forth, and minute cries of pleasure continued to issue from her. To your amazement, however, these intensified far more, becoming raw, serrated daggers that cut right into your own libido, and there began to resonate forcefully, as she again moved her fingers back to her haunches, kneading with increasing voracity beneath her lacy, black thong, which somehow in all this had not given way. Her knees shook once more, and you stared, concupiscent and incredulous at this monument of sensuality before you. She was a pinnacle, a deification of lust, an avatar of the divines of the earth, divulging their erogenous secrets. You had never seen anything so wantonly sexy in your life. She shot you a lewd stare, and began to walk towards you, turning the lewd flanks, bigger than beach balls, towards you, as she stepped, graceful and magnificent, across the floor to where you stood. Her ass was so huge that you could see it from the front of her. The brobdingnagion thighs carried her over the floor in powerful, dainty strides that would brook no quarter. The rest sat perched atop her massive hips in a seamless transition, as if she were wearing the largest of Victorian crinolines made physical. She was eager and hungry, and bore a countenance which demanded every atom of your existence to be pooled for her attention. She stood now, within a hand’s span, fantasy made flesh, and yet you did not dare touch her yet. It was as if she made of incense smoke and would drift away if you disturbed her shape, dispelling the reverie. She, however, was having none of your timidity. She gripped your hands with surprising strength and pressed them firmly into the folds of her love. It felt better than you could imagine, and you were ravenous for her. Like a demon let loose from its circle, you were all over her. Your big, rough hands scudded over the span of her thighs, and She let out shrieks of ecstasy, completely absorbed in the pleasure now. You grasped her hips and began to kiss her, all the way up from the bottom of her calves to the small of her back, your tongue lashing out with hot, lascivious barbs on the vast, bountiful cornucopia. Moving on, you seized handfuls of voluptuous assflesh and squeezed, pinched and rolled it. Her very body screamed along with her, and you felt a wetness gushing down from her thighs as you clenched more and more of her. Still necking the back of her thighs and her ass, you begin to caress the inner part of the thighs too, taking in the sweet smell as you continued rubbing up and down, getting closer and closer to her naval, until you found a sweet spot just short of her labia. She let out a last bestial convulses as she was wracked by yet another brush as it skimmed past, and that was the end of it. Suddenly you were flat on your back. She clapped her broadened thighs around you in a grip of thunder. You had barely enough time to feel how good the weight and expanse of her truly fine ass spread over your thighs before, as she nuzzled your neck, her hand shoved your cock inside of her. She rode you hard. Each jolt went right through you. The new vastness of silk coated iron worked, the muscles flexing against your helpless body like a vice as she gave you a truly good fucking. Later you realised you weren’t sure when the thong had exploded off. Her buttocks slammed down on you with each thrust, insistent and vigorous like the kegals that gripped your shaft. She forced you deeper and deeper into her, squealing with joy as she felt you harden further. You tried to join in with the rhythm but she presses down too heavily for you to do anything. Your hands held firm on her broad Hartman hips, firm and limber, and you could feel her quaking with her own desire, the sensation resounding through her colossal frame and into you. The sheer power she could put into each drive was phenomenal, and she showed no signs of tiring. You noticed in fact that the lunges seemed to be strengthening. Each assault on your manhood pushed harder, and that was when you noticed your hands… they were further apart than before! Her growth had not in fact actually ceased and was being released in waves of expansion as you fucked. She slowed, savouring the intensity of the moment, gently sucking one of her fingers, and you moved your hands to her boobs. As you cupped her chest, she groaned in approval and an extra hard shove. It was like being hit by a pile driver. The thrill of being absolutely trapped under her, subject to the will of her randiness, turned you on more than words can describe. You were her slave, she had complete control, and yet she needed you, desired you, and focused all her attention and energy on that which you could give her. The fact that she was loving the transformation as much as only made this paradise sweeter. You cried out aloud “Oh, my goddess!” as she shook herself, sending surges through her slick shaking booty into you. Then she began to pick up the pace. You thought it had been intense before, but the maelstrom of pounding that flooded the scene now was overwhelming. You don’t know how long it went on for, as she heaved her heavenly kingdoms of thighs over and over again, even as they gently exuded further and further, clenching tight as her bottom overflowed on to the floor. You were engulfed, a hand automatically alternating between playing with a nipple and her clit, and the other permanently affixed to the burgeoning swell of her ass. Faster and faster, you both cried out in unison as she pleasured the two of you. Your dick felt afire with the flames thrilling through it. It had never, could never, have ever felt this good before. Your senses flitted: sweat caking your brow; her nipple rock hard between your avaricious fingers; her mouth open, neck craning back as she poured all her will into each battering of her enormous lower body; her thighs jerking back and forth, each almost double her size pressing you down, pressing into you, pushing; her ass ejecting further and further, rounding, firming, tightening, squeezing; sweat trickling down the small of her back above your hand, which groped the ineffable rolling mountains of junk; all becoming more and more sensitive by the second as nerves formed, grew, and bunched, accompanied by the elevating primeval screams of vivid rapture. Her hips had erupted, bucking frenziedly in a fervent stupor, and now she moved inwards, grabbing you in a grip several times your width. She was moving faster and harder than was humanly possible, allowed by the immense potency of that drop dead gorgeous bulk she had assumed, all the while booming bigger. You felt it rising in her, the massive movement echoing through her as her loins prepared for their final release. You were sliding in and out of her pussy under the weight of her direction in a way that felt intoxicating, amazing. Her immensity prepared itself for the final stanza of the volta. She rose and fell, grinding on you, bending and sucking your finger before pushing your hands back to her ass, where you dived right in with an alacrity appropriate to her volume, while her hands flew to her clit . She hammered you, beating all the harder as she felt your penis begin to pulse with finality. Her augmenting figure bloomed, blossomed, utterly belittling those pitifully small previous stages of her engorgement. All at once the tempest condensed into a tornado and then a single mote of energy. There was no discernible pause. That speck exploded outwards through both of you and with a yell you came, spilling forth a hot, thick stream of cum into her vagina, filling her full and spewing out from the sides. A moment later she joined you, bending back and coming down with her full mass upon you. The sensation, heavy and sudden, only caused another orgasm to rise in you. As if sensing this, she lifted herself from and clamped your dick between her ass cheeks, gyrating up and down until you to busted your other nut on to her ass, and you hollered in the vaulting aftermath, as the curvature slowed to steadiness against your hardness.

Part II: 

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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: 

Inspirations are once again from Bootychekepete!

Edit of his pictures done by me.

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