Did You Get That Link?

Did you get that link?

Yup! Got plenty going on at school though at the moment, much to my chagrin.

“We all need to expand with the times, and grow. We can’t change the world unless we change ourselves.”

I was always strong for a girl, and the boys I liked knew it, but I never noticed my true power until I started dating a bodybuilder.

Every time we would fuck, it would feel amazing, having his huge, muscular body against me and his massive,veiny cock buried deep in my cunt. I lived for every night those first few weeks. 

And then I began to notice it, him getting smaller, shorter, weaker, even as I began to get stronger and stronger. I didn’t say anything at first, I was still head over heels and told myself I was crazy, but I kept getting bigger and bigger, and before I knew it I was ripping out of shirts that were too short and bending to get through doorways. He wasn’t saying anything, but I could see it in his eyes... the fear. And I got off on it.

I couldn’t admit it to myself at first, it seemed... wrong somehow. But that’s what we’ve been made to think all our lives. And then I started realising that with this kind of power the rules applied to me less and less, until one day they wouldn’t at all. It was gradual, a favour I’d ask him here and there, the occasional playful demand or refusal that the little man would take too seriously. He couldn’t escape me though, and I saw the hate, the jealousy growing in his eyes, even as he knew he and his cock were my slave. For some reason that never seemed to dwindle at all. In fact, as he shrunk it only seemed to satisfy me more, feeling his little nubbin thrusting inside me, flexing my kegals to consume more of him. Towards the end I could feel it in those moments, as I rode his fragile body, thrusting down to take more of him, and he would ebb, there and then, until one night, the sweetest of our carnal workouts ever, he just... disappeared into me. I felt him slip, bit by bit, as my muscles bulged and I expanded, growing inch by inch towards the ceiling, my guns swelling to accommodate my enormous power. 

I consumed him, and in that moment I realised that they would never apply to me again, those rules. I can’t believe I had stuck to the last of them for so long... one man. Perhaps those rules do actually apply to women, I wouldn’t know. At twelve feet tall, with arms that could crush a small car, and a rack and ass to hypnotise hundreds, I had become a goddess.

Mine was still a small temple then, but it was a simple matter of gaining followers (though I have a habit of losing them). And that’s why I am going to appear on all the screens tonight. I have made do with a few men, a few dozen, and even a few villages now in the backwater my boyfriend dragged me too... let’s try a few worlds now, shall we?

Amy was always evasive with Jack when he asked why she insisted on fucking with a bra. She would mutter something about it feeling better, but that was only part of it. It was a good thing she was well endowed, otherwise he might notice that he wasn’t the only one staring at her juggs during sex. 

Tonight, as she rode him, she felt the heft of their enormity shove against the constraints of the bra, which she had tightened to obscenity while in the bathroom. She felt herself fill with his hard cock, and pushed harder, eager for pleasure.

Amy looked down, and was almost caught in the chin by her bouncing titties. She bathed in the sensation of tightness as the bra tugged to constrain her enormous boobs, undulating with each thrust. She was determined to break it today.

She visualised it, imagining the straps feeling tighter and tighter, and more flesh riding up over the top, desperate to be freed from the undersized underwear. She fantasised about her breasts swelling within their prison, growing bigger and bigger every time she plunged down again on to Jack’s cock, filling the huge bra beyond its capacity and bursting out. She moaned, thinking of them burgeoning forth, continuing to grow faster and faster, past her ribs, down to her waist, bigger, rounder, and wider, her nipples beginning to brush Jack’s hard chest, growing until he could suck on them, even as she would keep riding him, feeling his cock pulse harder and harder inside her. She picture his mouth filling, unable to contain gigantic nipples spilling out, over him across the bed, growing and growing, even as he began to come...

Loved the last caption about fmg not enough of that on tumblr I feel

I know right? It doesn’t tend to be my favourite, but there are some instances where one can’t (and frankly doesn’t want to) resist. ;)

“Oh no! Found out at last!”

A glass of wine and this swelling rack of mine make for a fine dine.