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Roommate entering your room to wake you up only to find out that you've shrunken to the size of a little action figure! Tentatively, they pick you up to examine your body as you begin to stir, and they not that your clothing, unfortunately, didn't shrink with you. Squinting your eyes as they adjust to the light after just waking and taking in your surroundings. You can do nothing but stare in shock at the face of your roommate which is nearly as big as the Eiffel tower in comparison to your tiny body. "What the hell happened to you?" They asked, clearly as confused as you are. "I have no idea but I'm freaking the fuck out right now - we need to find a way to fix this" you say, as your heart beats frantically in your chest. "Wow, you really are so small...." Your roommate trails off as they stare at you, fixated on your tiny body. Holding you in the palm of one hand they gently use a finger on the other to caress your small body, giving you goosebumps all over. "Stop! This isn't the time to be playing around!" You shout at them, your breath hitching at the ticklish sensation. "Oh, shut up, i know you're a little slut so you're probably enjoying this" they laugh out playfully, before running a finger between your legs. You fall forward, hands on their finger as you try to push yourself back up. "I'm serious! We need to fix this!" You shout indignantly as you let out a slight moan. "And I said SHUT. Up." They finish commandingly as they put their lips together and spit a massive glob that covers the lower half of your body, coating it in their warm saliva as they continue their assault on you with their finger between your legs. You let out a louder moan as you struggle to keep your footing on the extremely slimy surface you're now standing on. They laugh at this, "I KNEW you were enjoying this you little whore" emphasising their point by spitting on you again, this time hitting your top half and practically drowning you in their drool. Their finger gently rubs your body, going up to your face as they try force themselves into your mouth making you gag. "That hurts you know!" You shout defiantly. "I don't know what you're talking about~" they reply cheerfully, clearly enjoying this situation a bit *too* much. Finally, they bring you close to their face and you know the inevitable is about to happen when they part their lips a you see their tongue slither out towards your body.
They thoroughly lick your body, slathering it in their saliva, coating your face in so much its hard to breathe without swallowing some. "Mmmmm, you taste *amazing* " they say with a smile, clearly thinking it was some sort of compliment. Slowly you feel them work their way down your body and suddenly slide their tongue between your legs. You cry out in pleasure as they work themselves back and forth,rapidly coating your legs in more and more saliva. Eventually there's too much pooling around your feet it's hard to keep your balance and you fall forwards onto their tongue, your tiny hands holding your upper half off as you make a disgusted face. As if they can feel your discomfort, your roommate giggles and you look up to see a mischievous look in their eyes as you realise what they have planned. You can feel your body being pulled into their mouth along with their tongue as you beg them to stop. Soon, it's too late and you're trapped in this moist cavern, covered in their saliva as they giggle to themselves, the entire area vibrating around you. Their tongue pushes you up against the roof and begins properly exploring your body. Trying to force itself into all of your holes as you moan, each time you open your mouth getting nearly drowned again and again. They begin swishing you around in their mouth, humming as they go about their day. After what felt like an eternity they spit you out onto the palm of their hand, covered in saliva and still dripping. Suddenly it feels as though your limbs are stretching, a comfortable ache as if you'd just finished an hour long workout as you grow slightly, your rommate now having their hand fit around your torso as you excitedly look up at them, thinking this torture will finally be over, you ask them to put you down.
"Hmmmmm, no - I have a better idea" they say as they begin unzipping their pants. "Really, it's handy you grew to such an appropriate size. You can be my new fleshlight!" They say, clearly excited at the prospect of using you to relieve themselves. "Don't do this! We're still rommates! What happens if I grow to a normal size again!" You shout at them, praying they listen to reason. They spit into their other hand and wipe it across your body, lining you up with their already hard cock. "SO? Even at regular size I still tower over you. There's nothing you can do about it now - I OWN YOU" as they finish their sentence they shove you to the base of their cock, stretching you to accommodate their size. They moan loudly "fffuck you are the best thing I've ever felt" they say as they begin picking up the pace. It's not long before you're cumming all over them as they use your body without regard for you, tongue lolling out and lost in pleasure. Using you as nothing but their toy as they ravish your body, powerless to fight back. Finally you feel them begin to throb inside of you, panic fills your body as you shout at them to pull out but they're so engrossed in using you they don't hear you, holding you all the way down on their cock, filling you to the point where you're spilling out, nothing more than a glorified condom. "Are you okay?" They ask hesitantly after a few minutes riding out the orgasm. You make a guttural moan in response and they sigh in relief. "Good, because I feel like you're gonna love this part." They finish as they lift you back up to their mouth and shove your lower half of your body in their mouth as they begin sucking their own cum out of you, their tongue lapping up your body, forcing you to cum so hard you pass out. Taking you back to your room and placing your unconscious body back in your bed.
[Migrated] Secret Nightclub
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Anya’s fingers moved, and a deep thrum began to emanate from the speakers. It was a low, raunchy resonance, laying down the foundation for what was to come. The rest of the band soon added their instruments, and the slow funk slickly filled the hall air.
Now even the louder members of the audience were taken into a new stupor. A hush fell over them as Anya’s low, husky voice began to croon the first lines of ‘Black Velvet’ as she sashayed gently towards the centre stage. A dusk of blue light, thick with the fog of dry ice, dappled her path and reflecting off the black leather outfit. The bait was dropped. As she moved, the sultriness of her voice carried through into the movements on her bass guitar. Her fingers slid up the fretboard, and the rhythm pulsed anew, building upon itself. The audience was entranced now, fully hers for the taking. The frequency enticed and overcame, and the crowd before her swayed only lightly from some preternatural instinct. Like the roar of a tiger, it left no room for rational thought. With her foot she gently pressed down on a pedal, and the speakers at the back of the ballroom came to life, slowly swelling the chamber with sound. As it washed over them, at the back of minds a tingling was felt. The bassline was so heavy, so overwhelming. Sweat began to gather at foreheads, and breathing to become ragged, in time to quickening heartbeats. Anya’s- no, the voice, impelled and impassioned. A chord within the listeners was struck, and then they began to respond to the commands. Men shuddered at the front of the crowd as they felt themselves, already somewhat intoxicated with arousal at this vision, grow harder still. The verses alternated. The ladies were on each second one hit with a euphoric heat deep within, and nipples pointed tense and loins became moist. A chorus of sighs of varying cadences escaped them. Anya could observe their reaction, and nodded to Ivan, the drummer. He slowed his fills and closed the snare drum, while increasing the hits on the bass drum. There was hardly any need. By this point the band were infused with their own sound as it was, and all that was left was to carry their eager fans further. This was pink noise. The waves rose, and all through the room garments began to tighten. The males felt their trousers bulge at the crotch, their erections pressing hot and hard outwards, further than they ever had before. A trickle began to gather in the panties of the women there, and the room seemed to shrink a little as their bodies too began to push outwards in firm piles of pliant titflesh...
None were fully aware or conscious at this point, and gone was the chatter of anticipation that had filled the entrance of the Amsterdam nightclub. They were wired to the speakers, gushing with the sonority. Anya, though not undergoing any transformations herself, began to tremble as the tide of a pent up orgasm began to ache below the carved mahogany that had become a part of her. In the middle a tall, dark haired man, surrounded on all sides, blinked and gulped for a moment as he felt a twinge as his cock hit the ten inch mark. A little ahead of the majority of others, an almost cognisant thought approached his mind, before his manhood met the cold steel of his zipper as he burst through his boxers. Muscles had begun to lightly ripple through his arms, and his fists clenched once before he was enveloped back into the fold. On the right the thick, black rimmed glasses of a tipsy girl, over on a break from the prestigious university she attended, tipped askew. She had carefully studied the terms before entering, but no amount of schooling in the field of law prepared her for the elation she felt as her wool sweater dragged over her rising nipples. She had started out the night as a generous C cup, and had nurtured that bounty with a few too many pints of beer. Her long, blonde hair, curled into ringlets for the evening, fell to the sides of her chest. It pushed out, filling with every note. She wobbled on her high heels momentarily, before some sixth sense refound her new centre of gravity, adjusting her to the pair of Fs riding high on her chest. Buttons pinged beside her from the more jerky growth another woman experienced. The psychologist’s deep eyes, normally filled with understanding, were glazed beneath a film of lust. Her lips moved in echo to the words, growing fuller with each syllable. She sounded sibilances with a tongue that had grown just a little longer and more agile behind her now bee-stung lips. The cupid’s bow pinched a little in tandem with her deepening cleavage, and her tongue, like her eyes, rolled back, the former encountering a severely diminished gag reflex. Her hands found purchase on her breasts, which had bloomed from a flat canvas into a swirl of contour. In time with Anya, she moved along a scale, punctuating harmonics by worrying each nipple. Her body began to sag from the indescribable pleasure was indescribable, but the top heaviness of her new D cups above a slimmed waist was soon righted by a boom from below. She would later spend much time analysing why she had kept her old pencil skirt and she scribbled notes in the book she hoped to publish. The cloth was even now stretching, and there was no hope on Earth that she would be able to pull the skirt down over her increasingly massive booty. Her ass pushed out, firming and delectable, smooth with a hint of muscle beneath a gentle layer of body fat, without the slightest hint of cellulite. The white linen shirt had long exploded, and the pushup bra would surely be next. Somewhere in her mind she looked forward to that, and would have smiled if she weren’t too busy groaning as she came. Anya’s bandmates were fuelled by the crowd, and sought to play ever more powerfully, embellishing each new crescendo. Janks, the lead guitarist, bobbed her head, luxuriant in her new body. She had finally had her last operation, and was now fully a woman where it counted. She had only wished that she too could be subjected to the changes, but for this they all of The Muses needed to be playing, and it didn’t work on them at that time. Even so, they all felt the backlash of ecstasy from the crowd sledgehammering into them. As she pushed down hard on the tremolo, she saw Ivan crash down on the cymbals, and upon releasing it back up a sound pervaded even through the dense atmosphere, joining and combining with it. Turning her head she saw the pants of several men in the front row split clean open and foot long cocks began to jut forward. The sight made her lick her lips a little, and she gave them a special treat. A series of quick hammer-ons and pull-offs saw veins bulge, and their hulking members, gained significant girth to match the new impressive length. Only Janks could ever really maintain much composure from the players. Anya was beside herself, and occasionally stopped to play one handed as she fondled herself. When she began to play a solo with each hand, her strumming drove most beyond the brink too, and a few below found themselves entangled with others in similar passion. A bombshell whose flaming red hair was now well past her knees straddled a man whose bulging muscles had shredded asunder his entire suit, leaving only his tie in place. As she lifted a leg and began to lower herself on to his massive meat, it seemed as if her knees were sliding up beside his torso. As she sunk on to his dick, an elephantine monstrosity of easily sixteen inches and counting, her body began to expand to take on the challenge. Her pussy wetly sucked at the penis, as around her bodies became sexier in all manner of ways, and she moaned, eyes closed, the pale freckles standing out on her slightly reddened skin. The white strobes flashed twice before she raised herself and let out a yell, spearing herself upon the shaft. That action put her from a leggy 5’10 to the height of a small giantess, easily seven feet tall by any estimation. She ground down on to him, determined to take him to the very hilt, boosting her at least another foot. Below her the Adonis pushed, every muscle straining on his shadowed form. His biceps swelled enormously, and he let out a growl as he flipped her humongous form, several inches taller than a moment before, right on to her back, his cock still inside her the whole time. His back could be seen glistening, wide as an axe handle, and vibrated with the muscles as they worked, thrusting into the growing redhead. A spray of ejaculation forced her to yield, whimpering in pleasure as he fucked her, on and on, becoming instantly hard each time he came. This concert would be a long one. The law student still stood in the spot, shaking. Her wool sweater, still holding together by some miracle, was drenched in sweat. Her breasts pushed out, huge on her frame, and the pale brown of her areolae could be seen through the increasing gaps in the fibre. The feeling, like white hot needles pressing into her libido, had rendered her completely rigid, else she might simply collapse under it. Her somewhat narrow, almond eyes, formerly almost black, were open now, vacant but for a fire blazing beneath the now icy coloured surface. The petite girl stood there, her dyed ringlets unfurling again slowly in the heat, the heat she was in. Her mammaries were glorious, her bust now measuring in feet, and still on they pushed out. Unlike many others, nothing had changed aside from her eyes, and she was otherwise an ordinary looking oriental girl. Each breast, however, starting just below her delicate collar bone, currently fell in an exquisite teardrop shape to below her waist. Also, unlike many, her back had not gained appropriate musculature to withstand their weight, and soon she would be pulled over by them. This was what, in the depths of her eros, she waited for. She had quivered at the prospect, yet now was like a statue, still but for the flood of manila threatening to burst from beneath the sweater. She was out of control now, no longer having to be efficient and on top of things. Soon they would be on top of her. A copper coloured Hispanic pair flexed as they went beyond body builder proportions. The man and woman were a pair of twins, and their bodies were even now moving in unison. They had each discovered a partner, the male being taken by a seductress whose hips, twice the width of the rest of her svelte form, were tightly coiled around his torso, pumping his iron rod for all it was worth. A derisive chuckle radiated from her as he groaned beneath her. Her legs gyrated back and forth, her ass heaving from past his knees and eliciting spurt after spurt of cum, but without a single sign from her of being satiated. The sister, equally ripped at this point, had found a lithe younger man, at least ten years as well as inches her junior, and was grinding against him, hands splayed above her head. The lad, a normally quiet only child who spent his summers away from Harvard in Europe, was responding with equal vigour, running his delicate pianist’s fingers and orchestrating all over her body. Her abs rippled forth at his touch, multiplying from a four to a six and finally to an eight pack, eliciting a series of coos from her. However, the Peruvian was surprised when she wiggled her toned gluteus maximus against his groin to feel no hardness there. A primal urge drove her to try again. She spun in vexation and quickly collapsed before him, insensible in her need to get him hard, and had just pulled down his pants to see an average sized flaccid cock when, upon grabbing at it and pulling him toward her voracious maw, she was catapulted several feet backward by the monster that decimated his Y fronts. Their eyes locked, and he grinned, his white teeth dazzling in the stage lights. The smell of her sex was potent, drawing to her partners of all shape and form, but the mentalist was too wrapped up in herself. She frantically masturbated, her head a vision of erotic imagery, a soundtrack to the music that was unlocking her innermost self. Her lips had stopped expanding some time ago, only to be replaced by the engorging of the other set. Her labia lapped at her fingers edaciously, and she grinned, pleasing herself as only she knew how. Frustrated lovers nearby congregated around a man in the remains of a cashmere shirt trying his utmost to jerk off as many horny cocks as possible. His own penis had seen to his own jeans, and only the belt remained girdled around his waist, the rest beneath him in Bukake pool to which he was now himself adding. The psychologist meanwhile loosed little screams to match Anya’s, though she did not come as fast or easily as the singer-bassist. The pencil skirt was ripped up the seam at the back, exposing the lower half of her massive rear. Her other hand groped at it, the hard grip feeling the expansion spread the fingers inexorably. Her thighs had thickened too, a curvaceous taper matching the magnificent posterior above it, while leaving a little extra on the shelf to enhance the bubble-butt look. Her thumb tore at her clit, ravaging it remorselessly, desperate for release. In the time it took her to come again Ivan had had to replace a drumstick which he had knocked out of his hand mid-orgasm. Anya had incorporated a titillating series of squeals into a vocal solo, spurring the crowd further. In a corner a mass of ebony skin concealed an orgy. Blues notes and boob muffled the moans of a couple as their desperately fondled each other in between the hills of tit. Two each tongues stroked and licked the other’s labia, mouthed and delicately nibbled clits, and finally delved into more secret parts. Around them their breasts grew, further and further, seeking to outweigh their very bodies, with all signs of success. The floor there was slightly stained as one began, her very being surmounted by pleasure to exude pale fluid from her teats. A broad and muscled back loomed, hair glistening. A middle-aged, bearded man grunted as his shoulders widened and his ass tightened, the muscles becoming ever denser. In front of him stood an hourglass in human form. Her hips were at least three feet in width, backed up by an ass that stuck out another couple of feet and quaking, ample thighs and calves. Her torso was ludicrously contained in a lace corset, the top of which had long since burst open to reveal the ripe melons within. Her slim waist, tiny by proportion, peeked out from between a gargantuan pair of boobs, which filled, roundly spilling put over the floor around her. The buxom wet dream was absorbed in rubbing and jiggling her tits all over the dong poking from the top of the cleavage. His dick was bigger than she was, save her tits. As if in competition, his member mushroomed out from the top, only for her to erupt further to encase the cock. At this point he, a seven foot titan, was aiding her in the titfuck him with one hand, and the other gripped the bangs of her pixie haircut until there was too much bap between them. His lady ballooned in the surprisingly diminished space and her ass colliding with another bloated form. A small chain reaction sequence later, the attention of a sizable group of spellbound listeners was piqued, initiating one of the first of several orgies. This was why the band only performed live. Flesh boomed in every direction, dwarfing the act on stage. Yet on the music continued, ringing out to the audience, making them erupt further and further in sensual rapture. On and on the tune ran, and with the beat things just continued to get larger and life. Anya was so engrossed in the song that she was unaware when a hand as large as her guitar shifted on to the stage and a huge finger began to rub her crotch through her jeans. Her reaction to the stimulation was to heighten the enchantment of her voice. The band members responded, and the music took on an ethereal quality. Other expanded members of the crowd had ended up closer to the stage, and some began to lavish the band members with their affectionate praise, the psychosomatic effects making sure, however, never to disrupt the integrity of the playing. Anya let loose a ripping cry, screaming “Bigger!” and began to moan as the slender finger continued to palpate her navel. Janks erupted into a guitar solo, being stroked on all sides by adoring males. ‘So many cocks, so little time,’ she thought to herself, allowing herself a brief moment to squeeze one, resulting in her being showered in an inordinate gush of semen. It was a good thing this was a massive hall. The red head beneath the man was enormous, having been pumped up to unimaginable proportions through the setlist. And she was not the only one. A few men had grown too, but not to the proportions of the female giantess enthusiasts, who towered above the others. The largest must have exceeded thirty to forty feet, and was rapidly stretching further, her feet drifting down the length of the hall in a frenzy. The cold marble sent shocks along this giantess, and she lay there in her curtain of black hair, festooned with lovers as they played and sucked on her. Her attention was for Anya alone, to make her make her bigger. She caressed the singer’s pussy, alternating between roughness and gentleness. When, with amazing expertise, she slid down Anya’s skinny jeans, and probed further, Janks knew there was trouble. But alas, she was so confoundedly distracted. Still playing, she headbanged to the music she was making, up and down on a dick. This man had kept to a manageable size, and she dextrously took him whole, taking his cum, only to find him hard again and waiting again. She knew she had lost control, that the concert needed to end, and soon. She wondered if it were too late somewhere far back in her head. Ivan too was long gone. His arms shot over the kit, drunk with pleasure. He was playing blind, purely through muscle memory, as his face was completely immersed in a rapidly enclosing sea of tit. Like a chorus, the audience’s moans joined with the bands. They had never had an audience this large, in both senses. Measures of feet were rapidly being replaced by yards, and even the hall was becoming rather cramped. The raven haired giantess was still the largest, and now even her pinkie was too big to slip in and out of Anya, but instead roamed her crotch, razing her clitoris. Cocks stretching longer than their owners, some of whom seemed to be walls of muscle, were all about. Never in history had there been such pieces of ass as were here either. Buttocks flared, the curves becoming sexier by the moment. No mortal could have stood their ground without being cripplingly turned on. Clothes at this point were virtually a joke from some distant past, and sopping rags could occasionally be seen. A few of the stage lights had been smashed, and there were some holes in the stage itself, leaving only the flashing blue strobes. Fog billowed around the breasts around Ivan, and the entire hall was consumed by the aroma of sex. Janks blinked, once, twice, and looked down at the hard shaft in her mouth. She was almost fully aware of her surroundings, still a little hazy, and shut her eyes to clear her head. She did not stop moving up and down on the pole though. She opened them again, letting the cock pop from her lips and stood to look around her. It was a beautiful chaos. Her eyes flitted around, taking in the plethora of curves, hard and ample, before doing a double take. Some of the crowd were getting really big - Too big. The biggest concern (literally) was the woman pleasuring Anya. Anya was long beyond any sane control, and she could not even see Ivan behind the horde of busty females surrounding where his kit had been (and presumably still was, because the sound of the drums still crashed over the music), so Janks knew she would have to try and do something herself. She also knew that she could not safely stop playing, but that they would all need to stop at the same time. The only way to do that would be to cut the power she supposed. She turned to move upstage, and walked into the beefiest man she had ever seen at any of their concerts. His eyes were a hazel, and showed no recognition, but only worship, and he kneeled, extending his hand towards her nethers. She gasped at his touch, but quickly remembered Anya’s fate and, bracing herself (as well as cursing the unfairness of having to be the compos mentis one), she ran fully up his big arms, noting the complete lack of dent she made. Once atop his shoulders, she ran down his back and leapt off, before dashing across the stage. As she dashed between beings attractive beyond her imagination, she was really grateful that she played using a cordless amp connector. She was also glad Anya was not watching when she was forced to powerslide between a pair of udders as big as she was, only to smack into the woman’s thick, sweaty culo. She’d never have lived that down, she considered, as she got up and limped towards the red curtains. Playing was difficult, what with all the dodging, all the while trying not be pulled too far into the music but still be aware enough to keep time and follow. Worst was the mental resistance she had to put up. Even without the rest of the members of The Muses present and playing, it would have been arduous. As she parted the curtain she found a man lying down, just behind it. She stopped for a moment, considering him. His growth was perhaps less exaggerated than some. Muscles were defined beneath an olive complexion, but he was not really all that cut. Particularly striking was a tattoo adorning his shoulder in a great, swirling tribal pattern. His dark hair was short and curly, like the light patch growing on his chest and trailing to his junk. She glanced up at his face, cautious, but did not see him stir. She looked down then at the junk, and though honestly he had stopped somewhere at the size of a small horse, she shivered at the tantalising prominence. The sheer abnormality of its size in comparison to the relatively realistic body was certainly turning her on. She considered it… and then was snapped out of it as she saw a dribble of cum leak from the end. She knew couldn’t make any pitstops with any hope of going on after. She closed the curtain and moved to head around it. She looked back before she went it, and her jaw dropped. ‘Raven’ now had Anya riding her finger, bucking like a child on a bronco. Anya’s legs couldn’t even get halfway around it now. To her horror, her eyes then noticed the light from the other end of the room, and realised that the rapidly swelling goddess of a woman had smashed through the reinforced soundproof door, and her ankles were now cracking the wall around it. Adding to the dismay was the entropic mass of pleasure that called to her, beckoned her to give in. High shrieks screamed with her pinched harmonics. Tits swayed larger and larger, with strawberry nipples the size of bowling balls aching for touch. Vast asses, chunky and muscular alike, thrust past the size of small vehicles. And last of all, cocks. The aching lump in her throat knew this was… These things wouldn’t have put out an eye. No, this phalanx would go straight through the ribs. Massive phalli gleamed, hard as steel and just as relentless, and the animal grunts of men and women alike thrummed all in time with the bass guitar, groaning. Muscles and soft curves shone under the lights and sparks from shorting machinery, sometimes in wonderfully excessive singularity, and others in superb conglomerations. The room was hunger, gigantic hunger being fed without a stomach. The need to feed her lust was blinding, and she staggered to climb the ladder up to the main circuitboard placed high above. When she passed a person she did it quietly now, and no one thought to force her – their music was not like that and there were plenty more partners if she did not wish their worship. Climbing up was a challenge. As well as being a little giddy on ladders, she was rather flighty in general right now. This was notwithstanding that somehow she had to play a seven string guitar while making the ascent. She turned around and climbed up with her back facing it, stepping up in time to the rhythm of the lick she was tapping. At first she tried closing her eyes, so as not to look at the ground, but it was even worse that way. She took a deep breath and continued up the rungs. Moans echoed in time to the music. She was amazed that Ivan still had room to play as she looked on. All about him, supremely female parts pressed in, eager for a share of his touch. Still, he was a slave to the beat now, and even if he wanted to knew he could not stop playing. While observing she had tackled three rungs. She realised that by concentrating on particular things she could distract herself enough to do this. She let herself fall into the reverie an ounce more, while around her figures gained pounds more. Raven, she saw, had begun to move Anya, and much of the band’s kit, backstage. She worried at this, thinking the wire might snap. There was nothing she could do. She breathed out and looked on. ‘My word,’ she thought, as she observed the lady. Her midnight locks streamed like a paddock along the floor, and all about her milled her fornicators. Another lady the size of a small bus was even now licking her out, and smaller figures with enormous proportions were all over her, pleasuring each other and her. One couple was fucking inside her belly button. The woman’s breasts… She had always had a thing about big breasts, having always wanted them herself. These mammoths were just… beyond description. They were just so absolutely colossal. In proportion to her body, they would at least have been in the MM cup range, if not more, and the strobes flashed all over them as they rose like mountains of dough. By no means was this lady the biggest in proportion, but the sheer scale of the woman was mind boggling. Anya seemed to becoming more insignificant by the moment, somewhere on the smallest finger of the woman’s hand. Raven let out ragged gasps, her chest heaving bigger and bigger with each one, like the rest of her. Several men had climbed atop her and she sucked them all off at once, relishing in the task. Suddenly, she came powerfully. The rungs of the ladder shook, and Janks, twelve rungs up, almost lost her balance, only holding on by wedging the horn of her axe on an upper rung. Anya was getting close to another release, and had stopped singing any words, save that occasional insistent moan for her fans to enlarge. The orgasm shaking the black haired superwoman continued for a full minute, and Janks could only watch as she shook more and more violently in her ululations. She began to worry about Anya as the giantess expanded further, the length of her body taking up almost the whole hall, end to end. Further towards the front of the hall, to the right of the giantess’ arm, an Asian girl floated increasingly higher, riding a wave of her own heavy tit. Her tits were actually bigger than the raven-haired woman’s. Janks was amazed. As she climbed the remaining rungs she caught a glimpse of the tit queen’s face. The girl bit down on her lip, crying out as she pushed out further and further. She seemed completely lost, shaking her blonde head back and forth, unable to handle the changes. For that matter, none of them could. The largest of the giantesses, for there were several fully fledged ones now, as well as some male ones (though these tended to be smaller but more heavily muscled), was beginning to writhe, shattering more of the structure as she twisted her body. Her legs tore through the walls as if through cardboard, rending the heavy soundproofing to dust. Janks knew there wasn’t long left, and it might already be too late to an extent. Her eyes swum as she continued trying to watch the raven beauty. The figure was so big it was giving her vertigo. As she approached the top she attempted to turn her attention elsewhere, browsing the various erogenous scenes. She noticed two giant men going full on doggy, and heard the dent each hand made as the huge man on top thrust into the other. She felt panties grow wet watching them. This startled her a little, but then, she was really turned on, and it hadn’t been that long since the op. She continued climbing, not paying attention to anything but what was transpiring below, taking in only the pure elation from the delicious cornucopia. ‘Holy…’ she thought, watching the men’s muscles as one brutalised the other’s anus. Both were moaning intensely, such that she could pick their voices out even among the others in the hall. One was tall with alabaster skin and short, golden hair, a true Aryan, iridescent and perfect with muscle. The other was pale too, but brown hair tumbled to the length of his shoulders. He was wider than his counterpart, though a little shorter. His bigger ass thrust back with a mighty force, taking in as much of the cock as possible. Both were sweating with fatigue, and still they carried on, carried away by the music. On the other side she saw a tall man standing, hands skyward, as he was licked by a harem of horny females. They varied in size and shape, but each worked to bestow pleasure on their master above, however possible. Several clung to his cock, heavy under the weight of their endowments, and would need to hold on tightly as he pulsed, leaking precum in satisfaction. The ones that could no longer reach him satisfied one another below. A girl whose hips and thighs had not altered to accommodate her bottom was rocking back and forth above a male. His shaved head buried itself in the fold of her ass as it reached the end of its arc. She had no doubt about where his cock was buried. A hand pulled her up and Janks found herself being kissed full on the lips. She was, for a moment, the very sound of the pinkness. His tongue moved over hers, teasing but eager to please, and confident of ability to do so. It was all too much for her poor cunt, and she felt her legs grow wet as she came. Suddenly a crash brought her back to earth, and she pulled away to see that the largest occupant, almost double the size since she had last looked, had pushed through the entire ceiling. All that was holding this place together was her rapidly swelling form as she pushed the rubble outwards. She made to move, and then pulled her hand away, shocked at finding it wrapped around and heartily jerking the man beside her off. In this time he had expanded dangerously, now over fifteen feet in height, and remained there on his knees, looking at her with vague expectation. She ran. The fuse box was just ahead of her, at the end of the platform. She looked left towards the crowd. Her eyes picked out masturbation, hand jobs, blow jobs, jobs she didn’t know names for, all the while growing in horniness, anticipation, and size. Concepts like finity were bunk. Above it all, however, she could still hear her own playing and that of the band. As she sprinted across the auditorium she considered that she must keep playing until she could not hear it through the speakers. They had to end in unison. Her own juices ran down her legs, reaching her ankles and making them slippery as she loped onward. No members of the audience at this point were capable in that space of doing anything separately, and now a hundred people were all now erotically connected. Well, a hundred and two, she thought, hearing Anya’s voice from somewhere off, accompanied by the mad slapping of her bass. Oh… she was so horny. Did she have to flick the switch, truly? Couldn’t she just let it happen? Her footsteps clattered on across the grating. She spied a dick like a fuselage. She stopped for a moment, and her playing slowed. She was only a couple of yards from the box. She tuned into the music a little more as another orgasm began to build. She imagined mounting that thing, its huge purple veins standing out hard, each alone enough to masturbate and come over. She wanted it… she wanted it all. And then she froze. She couldn’t hear Ivan anymore. She looked down, ignoring the terrible drop, and saw his congregation… They were massive now, with jugs like boats, undulating in a tempest above where he must be. Plenty could no longer stand, and fondled all within reach, including themselves. A lucky pair of girls had found each other, and fingered one another furiously. In another dark mass of T & A a spade like hand moved, tweaking two nipples as the music lulled for a moment. Ivan wasn’t playing. She began to panic. There was no more balance! And then, almost seamlessly, the beat picked up again. She looked down, standing stock still from sheer surprise. There it was, a throbbing boom, boom. She risked a glance over the edge again and saw what might earlier have been considered bizarre. The women around were moving back and forth, and a crashing could be heard from the kit. Janks smiled. It wasn’t ideal, but they could go out with a bang. She stepped over to the machine and, taking one last glance at the palette of Rubenesque figures, she sighed and flicked the fuse. Her fingers, aching, slowed to a halt, blinking in the dark. She turned look down on the hall. It seemed the congregation were performing their own encore. Something struck her. A dusky light shone down over the hall, but she could hear a din too, and an odd light shone through the gaps created by Raven. Raven… she was almost, no she was bigger than the hall. Her legs had passed through the walls, and her shoulders had crumbled the upper corners. Luckily there was not room for her to lean back, or her bulk would have crumbled the entire side of the building. Her breasts were like vast chandeliers, twin blimps that had descended too far to the ground. All around the others continued. This sometimes happened, and it was no surprise that they were still caught up in the harmony. The noise, whatever it was became louder, and she looked up, as it dawned upon her what the sound was. Raven shifted, and she saw a face like the figure of Juno herself, holding a tiny figure aloft before her face. Beyond her she saw a bright light, and silhouetted behind it was a whirring disc. A helicopter… She squinted, and groaned, for once not from pleasure tonight. It was from the news! As she made out the letters, her brow knitted further into a concerned furrow. She bit her thumb, her mind racing as she looked around. There was no way they would be able to cover this up from a world viewed news station. Everyone would know who they were, and what it was they did. Questions would be asked, and the media as usual would misrepresent. How could they turn this to their favour? Screams of joy erupted below, and she noted with a slight pride that the aftereffects were still potent as a woman, two figures hanging from her breasts by their mouths, shot up from ten to just over twenty feet tall. Her hips expanded too, and she slid her hands over them as she raised her arms to give her lovers some support. She hugged them close in the afterglow. The aftereffects… she wondered how long the cameras had been there? Were they recording live, and more importantly, with microphones? It was pointless wondering. She saw the dark eyes twinkle, the hair cascading beautifully over her house sized breasts, and then she leaned forward, puckering and parting her lips ever so slightly towards her hand. The dim figure of Anya, lit up by the chopper lights, stood and leaned into the proffered kiss. Of course they had it live and with sound. It was not every day that a giant woman crashed through a ceiling in a busy metropolis. Well, it might be after today… She looked down at Ivan, sprawled atop his tit mistresses, a grin plastered across his concussed face, which they giggled and mirrored. At least the band had only played covers tonight. The world was definitely not ready for The Muses’ singles yet…
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:
When Seamus O’ Flahherty bought his new wide lens, he was excited to test it out at the fashion show. Little did he know what the camera can add more than ten pounds... in all the right places.
And now you know why I never lower my webcam any further than that. Ah, but that’s not the end of the story. Want to know a secret? They can get... bigger.
How? Quite elementary, horny boy, you are the answer. Go on, start stroking ourself off while I explain, it always gets me horny, I even get wet imagining that.
Ah, there you go, I love seeing how turned on you are. Masturbate for me, yes. Now, I’ll need you to stroke off for me this time, just so you can see it happen. Then you’ll always be ready when the time comes. Yes, keep stroking that big dick of yours, I bet it’s delicious...
Oh, well I might as well check yes... Mmm... Oh yes, it is good isn’t it. My compliments to the chef. mmm, now don’t get distracted, just keeping jerking off for me. I want you to come all over my big titties, because... they’ll grow.
You heard me right. Whenever you come al over these big boobs of mine, they’ll get larger and larger - every single time, and for every single drop. Mmm... I’m surprised you haven’t come just thinking about that yet mister, I know I have any times.
Perhaps... but no.
Hmmm... Maybe you need a little help this time, ey? Ah, I thought that might be the case! Well, then don’t wait around, stick that thick piece of meat between my tits and let’s go.
Mmm... I like licking your cock when I titfuck you. Mmm... but I won’t swallow this time, because I want it all over my breasts. Just imagine when you explode all over my big, big tits, and then hold that in your mind a second, before imagining them getting bigger, growing, enlarging. Oh God, I’m getting close just thinking about it.
Yes, yes, I can feel it building inside you. Your cock is swelling so full, these titties are gonna need that spurt to handle it. It’s throbbing, uh. Ooh, let me kiss it, god you’re so big ad hard.
Come on, come on, come for me. Get big and blo your load all over my titties so I can get all big for you. h god, baby, yeah,, yeah, yes! Here we go, come on, e! Oh yes, come for me, come! Oh! Ohhhhh!
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.
Never mind that she had just graduated with a PhD in a special branch of organic and biochemistry and molecular biology, because she was putting her talents to use in order to obtain ‘empirical evidence’ on a hypothesis she had suggested regarding whether size affected the pleasure scale.
Right now, however, she said she wanted to be your bimbo fuck doll, your own personal slut. Your feet motioned you forward as, wide-eyed, you saw her gain another three inches…
‘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...
Where do these Fetishes (sexual and non) come from?
Theory time, esteemed public!
Someone asked me about how I got into BE & gts (etc.), and composing my long-ass self-centred answer made me wonder - What about the rest of you all?
Why do you think you’re into this stuff?
Remember, there are no wrong answers ;)
Name: Glop
Pronouns: He/Him
Species: Slime Monster
Digestion?: 90% of the time. Won’t digest you if he likes you enough.
Abilities: Shape-shifting, Absorption, Slime Inflation
Height: Usually 6-8 feet tall.
Weight: ??? (He’s never weighed himself and nor does he care to)
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Had an idea for a pred OC. His name is Glop(Imaginative, I know.) and he’s a slime monster! He tends to like filling his prey up with extra slime before eating them so he feels a bit fuller. Although he is made of goo he can hold forms with ease and can change into the basic shape of anything he’s eaten(Like he has a humanoid form because he’s eaten humans before, or he can turn into animal forms if he’s eaten them. Though he’ll still remain his large size.) The skull in his head is from the very first person he ate way back when he was just a little slimling, he chose to keep it as a memento representing the beginning of his gluttonous adventures. He never lets his food go unless they’re his “friends” granted, “friends” to Glop are more like a stockpile of food so I’d recommend keeping on his good side if you don’t want to end up a puddle of goo in his belly.
like magic 🪄🎈
I'm very curious to know how the community feels about this one lol 😂
If you answer it depends or have more thoughts leave a comment and share your thoughts! I'm very curious!
Late st Patrick’s day posts since I got the random urge to come back on tumblr 🤣🧃💦
This boy can bounce! 🧃🍐💦
Jiggle Juice! 🧃💦🧃💦🍐
Yes, my burps are as big as my bite.. and the rest of me 😏
Sitting on all my enemies like: 😈🍑