Oddball Writing Blog

The first time it happened, that you can remember, you were relaxing on the couch, half watching tv and half scrolling on your phone, a bowl of snacks slowly being picked away at. When you felt wetness building inside you, it felt odd, but not concerning. You figured it must be a heavier cleaning than normal, and didn't think much of it, even as you felt the wetness soak into your underwear. It wasn't much, maybe a milliliter of extra fluid that stained them a creamy white. Nothing too strange or alarming.

The next time it happened, you weren't even aware of it at first, you were in the middle of having your back blown out by a friend, late one Friday night, but when they finally pulled out, the condom hanging limp off their softening cock, you were a little afraid it'd broken or leaked somehow. You were just a little too wet, and leaking just a little too much cum colored fluid. But, when you confirmed the condom was intact, you chalked it up to being turned on.

The third time, you noticed it right away. It felt different than the first time, there was more, a lot more. You could feel it oozing out and soaking through your panties. The worst part of it was that you were in the middle of work, in a meeting and had to fight through the hot liquid cooling as it squeezed through the fabric and soaked your thighs a little. As soon as you could, you ran to the bathroom and wiped it off your underwear and from around your thighs.

The fourth time, you weren't even awake, but when you woke to your alarm beeping, the first thing you felt was how incredibly wet you were. You soaked clean through your clothes and a puddle had formed under you. Your first thought was that somehow you'd been drugged and someone had broken in to have their way with you, but you didn't feel anything else, no soreness, no stiffness, just wet and leaking.

And then one day, it was nearly constant, the entire day you were dripping, soaking through multiple pairs of underwear and pants. Even putting a tampon in only helped a little. A week later, it happened again and didn't let up for three days straight. After this, you started always wearing pantyliners, and when those started to fail, wearing full coverage pads, just to keep it from constantly dripping down your thighs.

You went to the doctor, and she said everything looked normal, no signs of trauma, your hormone levels were normal, and she couldn't find any evidence of what could be causing this.

The next time, you felt something. Walking through the grocery store, you were suddenly stopped dead in your tracks as you felt something press against your cervix for a few seconds, and then start battering away at it. You had to stifle your shocked screams, dropping your basket and rushing to the bathroom as fast as you could. Yanking down your pants and underwear, you saw nothing out of the ordinary, even though the thing was still pounding against your cervix. Through the panic and fear, a little part of you really liked how it felt. Whatever was going on, it felt good, even though it was terrifying and so sudden. This little part of you grew louder as the minutes passed, and your muffled screams of fear were slowly but surely becoming stifled moans. And then with one final push, you feel whatever it is press just a little further in, and hot wetness fills you in rapid spurts. As the assault on your senses finally stops, you stagger to your feet, breathing hard, and pull up your pants. You feel it then, the still hot slickness soaking into your pad. You stumble from the stall and make your way home, shopping totally forgotten.

That was about a week ago, and nothing like it has happened since. The random feeling of wetness hasn't stopped, but nothing has found its way inside you. That is, until today.

You don't know why you agreed to go to the beach and rent a boat with your boyfriend. He's never even been in one, let alone handled it or dealt with engine troubles. But, here you are sitting on the floor by the controls after he climbed onto the jetski he insisted on towing out, and headed for shore. He says he'll be back soon, and you really hope he means it, you're wet and the breeze is making you cold. The windscreen and dashboard offer little protection from the wind, and you have no dry clothes, because they were in the bag your boyfriend took off with. You stay there for probably an hour, though your phone is dead and the rental's clock reads 65:97am for some reason, so you can't really tell. But the sun is slowly sinking toward the horizon, and the breeze hasn't stopped. You try to squeeze lower when, faintly, you hear the sound of an approaching motor. You look around, but don't see anything. And then suddenly the boat rocks, knocking onto your butt.

You let out a startled scream and when you manage to right yourself, you look up to see a woman standing above you. She's huge, her head barely fits under the canopy over the console, and wearing a bright red swimsuit that, other than the color, looks like it's right out of the 1930s. It covers half her enormous thighs, all the way up to her neck, leaving her shoulders and arms uncovered.

Though, as you gaze at her in shock, you notice a bit more about her. Her chest size matches her height, despite it being compressed under a thick life jacket. The other thing you think you notice, though briefly, is a bulge around her crotch. But before you can do a double take, you're being helped to your feet, and a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders. Unsteady and cold, you walk to the edge of the boat, and attempt to lift one leg over the railing, but the craft drift apart and you almost fall in. A massive hand catches you by the life jacket and with a single arm, lifts you from the stranded hulk into a sleek, well appointed boat with a better, enclosed cabin. But she doesn't just set you down, she climbs over the rail herself and holds you at waist level before pushing you down into a seat.

She smiles and tells you to stay there for now. Another crew member walks over and asks if you'd like something warm to drink, or another blanket. You happily accept the other blanket as you watch the woman quickly tie the hulk to their boat. As you head to shore, she sits next to you, her thighs pressing into you, as an arm reaches around you. And for a second your heart skips a beat, until you realize she's grabbed a clipboard and is writing on it. She asks you some questions, your name, your age, what day it is, and then after she's satisfied you're not in shock, she asks you about how you got out there. And as you explain, her smile never fades, but you can feel her tensing next to you.

She stands again, saying something to the person at the controls, but you can't hear it. Or rather, you don't hear it. Your attention is locked onto the thing barely a two feet away. Neatly tucked in between her thighs, is the unmistakable bulge of a cock and balls. You stare for a long time, until she moves away, and the boat begins to move. She stays near the back, watching the towed boat and making minor adjustments to the ropes holding it. And even as you return to your own thoughts, your gaze wanders to her every now and then. You can't help but stare as her deceptively muscular thighs and ass stretch the fabric of her swimsuit.

The ride back to the dock takes much longer than it did coming out, and you wonder just how far you drifted. Soon though, the boat is tied off and you all clamber out. The woman offers to help, but you fumble your words as you decline, she just smiles. They lead you off the dock, and onto solid land. Your legs shake under you still, but the wind isn't so strong here and the sand is still warm from the summer sun. The woman points to a building up the shore, and tells you to follow, and obediently, you do.

The door opens, and you see a well kept office, several desks, closets, a bathroom, and even private showers with lockers for the team. The woman takes your blankets and life jacket, and herds you to the showers. She says she'll try to find some clothes about your size, and that you should warm up. She closes the door and you step into a stall. They're spotless, have soap and shampoo. You peel off the still wet swimsuit and leave it on the floor, stepping into the separate shower stall and turning on the water.

It comes out hot and soothes your frigid skin. You let the water drench every inch of you, as your thoughts begin to drift. You've never met a woman like her. She's so tall and so strong, though she doesn't look it. And her chest was so big, even for someone so tall, it was huge. And her thighs and butt are so firm looking. Thoughts of her sliding to door open and coming into the shower with you creep into your mind. Taking you in her bug hands and playing with you however she wants. And that bulge, at first you thought it might have been a packer or something, but as she swayed, steadying herself on the boat, it shifted too, squishing against one leg then the other. Your thoughts are about to drift to what it must look like when a loud knock startles you. It's her, your hearts starts to pound, but there's no sound of the door unlatching, simply her voice calling your name, saying she's left you some clothes she hopes will fit. And with that you hear the outer door open and close. You quickly wash yourself and get out to dry off.

The clothes she brought mostly fit, the pants are a little baggy, but the shirt and underwear, actually a swim bottom, fit well. You step out, still drying your hair, and see the office is empty, except for her. The other person who drove the boat is outside, watching the throngs of people still on the beach. The woman waves you over to a comfortable looking seat by a space heater. You sit down and she starts asking you a few more questions. She also introduces herself as Julia. You try hard not to stare at her chest, but it's difficult. Freed from the confines of the life jacket, her breasts sway and jiggle, despite how well her swimsuit fits. She explains that you're free to stay here for a while, though the office closes at 8, and the beach at 7:30. She asks if you know where your boyfriend went, how long he'll be, what he's wearing, if he has his cell phone with him. You answer as best you can, but Julia is clearly annoyed that he simply left you alone. She offers you snacks, water, and a phone charger. You happily accept all three.

As time passes, the team takes turns walking the beach, sitting in the tall lookout chairs, and once or twice, answering radio calls that end up with some of them going back out on the boat. And still, you watch her move. The fabric of her outfit squeezes around her arms and legs every time they flex even a little, and once, when she walks back in from a near-shore rescue, she's dripping from head to toe, and the bright red fabric seems to cling to every fold and curve even tighter. More than once her and the others step over to the space heater to dry off before sitting down at one of the computers and doing, whatever it is they do. An hour passes this way, then two, by this point, only Julia remains, the other members have all gone home and the beach is virtually empty.

And finally, just as Julia begins asking if you'd like her to call you a ride home, a knock comes on the door and your boyfriend enters, furious and red faced. He spots you and storms over, only to stop short as Julia steps in his way. He glares up at her, a full head over him. You see his eyes drag down her body, over her chest and hips, and down to her crotch. You can see his smile turn to confusion and disgust as his eyes rest on her bulge. He sneers at her and says he's here to pick you up. That he had to look everywhere for you, that he went back out on the jetski, checked every inch of the beach. You stand and step in front of Julia. He's angry, but his face is way too red for just anger or sunburn.

He repeats himself, berating you for "just sitting here without contacting him". When you point out that you called and texted multiple times, he says his phone died. You get a whiff of his breath and understand. He's been drinking, probably as soon as he got back to shore. You step back, waving your hand to clear away the stench, but he lunges at you, trying to grab your arm. Julia acts lightning fast, pulling you against her body, and stopping his advance. Your heart is pounding, you hate whats going on, you want him to leave, but more than anything, you can feel her bulge pressing against you. Your head is just under her enormous bust, and her cock, though soft, still pushes against your chest hard enough, you swear you feel it twitch. You want to feel it twitch. And with that thought, you turn your head to your still fuming boyfriend and shout, "I want to stay here! Julia won't abandon me!" The office is silent as he stares at you, rage building in his eyes. You can't see Julia's face, her chest blocks your view, but her hand pushes more firmly on your back.

Your boyfriend sputters something and storms out. As the door slams, Julia releases you. You look up, and her face is turning beet red. You smile, and wrap your arms around her waist, pulling yourself into a hug. She doesn't move for a second, before a hand grips your shoulder and squeezes you in tighter. You can feel it better now, it's twitching for sure, getting warmer too. Her whole body is hot, and so is yours. You can't believe you said that, but what comes as more of a shock is when your boyfriend bursts in again, even angrier than before, especially seeing you still tightly bound together.

Julia pushes you away and steps between you and him. He's sputtering still, words incomprehensible. But as his eyes fall to her crotch again, his jaw sets and he grins. With a cocky smile on his drunken lips, he says, "yeah, well I bet I have a bigger dick". Now it's your turn to stare. It comes from nowhere, but before you know it, he starts talking again. Mocking Julia, saying she may have huge tits, but her cock is probably tiny. That she isn't bold enough to show it. You look up at her, and annoyance flares in her eyes.

When your boyfriend starts fumbling with his shorts, Julia rolls her eyes. As his trunks hit the floor, he mocks her again, saying she's too scared to do it too. With one hand she gently pushes you aside, and steps forward. She towers over your boyfriend, seemingly taller than before. She tells him to put on his pants and to leave. But with his drunken courage, he stands firm. Taunting her again. She lets out a low growl, but still he dares her. And with an exasperated sigh, she says, "If I show you my cock, will you please get the fuck out of here?" He grins, and says back, "I'll be taking her when I win". She rolls her eyes again and with one hand, reached behind her, up to the dangling zipper pull and slowly tugs it down. She slips it off her chest, peeling the still somewhat wet fabric from her chest, and then her belly, and finally, letting it fall to the floor. You stare wide eyed. Shocked she'd even think about doing this, let alone actually take his challenge. You step from behind her, though you struggle to tear your gaze away from her ass. It's even more shapely and full than you first thought, and as your eyes slide up to her chest, the same is doubly true. The swimsuit must compress them a lot, because they hang heavy and full, almost down to her bellybutton.

As you kneel before the two minotaurs, you can't help but feel like a small animal trapped by predators. They tower above you, their horns look like they'd scrape the ceiling. Their lower bodies are strong, powerful legs, covered in black and brown fur. It's course to the touch, but it's thick and you can easily grasp handfuls without hurting them. However your eyes aren't focusing on any of that, no, what has drawn your full attention are the two cocks just above your head. Your hands gently stroke them as they harden. They're hot, thick, you can't quite wrap a hand around them. Slowly, they go from soft to hard under your dillegent care. They drip precum onto you, but you don't really mind. You know you'll need to clean up after this anyway. Tearing your hand away from one of them, you wrap it around the other. You squeeze with both and pull upward, a thick rope of precum drips out and onto your chest. You smile, and do the same thing to the other. The two men grunt in pleasure They're about the same size, two fists stacked covers most of the shaft, but another fist length is still exposed, and the flat head flares out just a little bit wider than the rest of it. You look up to the human faces gazing down at you. Stroking both of them again, you say, "If you're not taking turns, then the smaller one needs to use my mouth." You think it's reasonable, you can't possibly take both of them at the same time in the same hole. So the smaller of the two will have use your throat. Though, it doesn't mean much considering how big they are. They look at each other. Then one hand each grabs your head and pulls it between the two swinging members. Without thinking, you stop stroking and begin to massage their enormous balls. They're heavy and feel so full. Your tongue switches between the two of them, licking what little it can reach as they gently thrust against your head. It's hard to hear anything but the sound of skin rubbing against skin, and it's even harder to see their faces. But the two half-bovine men seem to be talking, perhaps discussing what you said. Their voices get louder, but no more understandable. Then suddenly, both hands release. You sit back on your knees and are about to speak, when the one on the right growls something at the other. He squares himself, tenses his muscles and before your eyes, his already huge cock swells. It bounces upward as blood is forced into it, the tip no longer lazily pointing outward, it stands up straighter now. You're shocked, you thought they were hard already. But that's when you notice that wasn't the only thing to change. His balls are bigger too, they hang lower and sway like water balloons. His arms and legs look more muscular as well, though that could just be a trick of the light.

The other one looks down at his friend's cock and scowls. He tenses up as well, muscle straining. And his cock swells, though it points lower now, the head dipping toward your face more. You can't tell how much bigger they are, but it's still pretty even. The second grower stops as suddenly as he began. Both cocks are throbbing still, and you reach up to them again, they're not that much bigger, or at least you think they aren't. Until your hand wraps around them. Your fingers don't even come close to touching and there's easily another half fist length on both.

But once again cutting off your words, they tense again. Simultaneously this time. You watch in shock and horror as your finger tips spread even further apart and the flat heads move further away from their bodies. You let go by instinct as they continue to swell before your eyes. You can see both men sweating. At first, it's just sweat beading on their foreheads, then it becomes a sheen coating their bodies. Their breath gets more and more ragged as they grow. Minutes pass and they're both nearly out of breath, panting and groaning. They're both unstable, they sway in front of you and it only makes the still increasing behemoth's bob and sway erratically. Precum drips from them in a constantly stream, splattering you and the floor as they try to keep balance. You tear your eyes away from their cocks and are stunned to see their balls hanging nearly to their knees. No, not hanging, so engorged that the skin is taut. You swear you can hear a gurgling, but that can't be. It must be their raspy breath and annoyed growls.

Finally, the one on the right falters. He has to brace himself against the wall. You think his growth is slowing, but it's so hard to tell. They're both gargantuan now. You dare not touch them, the giants before you are locked in a heated struggle and you fear disrupting it. But you feel like you must, they're already both far too large for you. Tentatively, you call out, only to have the words catch in your throat. A pitiful croak is all that escapes, and certainly does not reach their ears. You push one hand out to the nearest swaying thing before you. It's the one on the left. It's hanging lower than the other and is easiest to reach. You grab hold of it, tightly. The owner twitches and his gaze snaps down to you. You try to speak again, but all that slips out is "please". You meant to say, "please stop", but he just grins. He thinks he's won and you're begging him to fuck you. But the other one takes the lapse in concentration to spring ahead in the race. With one last loud growl, he clenches every muscle he can and wills himself to grow larger. It's not like the slow, constant growth that been occurring until now. It seems to shrink for a second, or perhaps he pulls his hips back, but when he thrusts them forward again with a guttural cry you see it jump in size. There is no doubt, he's won the contest. It's easily several inches longer and so much thicker than the one you're currently holding on to. He too, tries to summon the last of his strength, but can't compare.

And so, the contest over, both of them pick you up and carry you to the bed. You almost forgot what they were fighting over. Pushing you down on all fours, they take position behind and in front of you. The front works his cock under you and you watch as it disappears beneath you. It reaches down to your chest with ease. The one behind squeezes his member between your legs and you feel how far up it reaches. You're pretty sure you can feel it bumping into the other guy. They'll never fit, they're each so much bigger than anyone you've ever seen.

But they don't care. The man in front grabs your jaw with one hand and forces it open. He skillfully guides the flared head to your lips and attempts to push inside. You resist at first, but the feeling of his strong hands, and the smell of both of them, so close to you now, weakens your resolve. Slowly, he presses it deeper and deeper and soon you're watching as inches disappear into you. He moves with a steady pressure, and soon your eyes are rolling backward. You don't even know how much is left, and you're starting to not care. You can't help but want more. When you regain control of your eyes, it's at the same second that he presses you into the soft fur above his crotch. He grips your neck on each side and squeezes forcefully. It's just enough to slow your brain to a crawl, right before you feel movement at the back.

You can feel him drag it backwards, somehow managing to press it perfectly into your clit and send shivers up your spine as he moves. He draws the length of it against your clit and by the time the he reaches the end, your knees are shaking, ready to give. Then be begins to slide forward. Over and over again he forces it against your increasingly sensitive clit. By the 5th or 6th pass, your knees give out. He grabs your hips and with one final pull that has you squirming in his grasp, he positions the dripping head at your entrance. You can feel the warmth of it, the slickness from yourself and the precum. With his thumbs, he spreads your lips and at the same time, pressed the head into you. It doesn't fit, the head too swollen. But he keeps pushing and pushing. You can almost feel the head flexing against you, a soft tip forming. And then with a sudden thrust, the first few inches force their way in. It feels like your hips are being pushes part, he's so thick. But it feels so good, you can't believe it, but you want it all. You try to lean back, but the grip on your neck only tightens and pulls you forward. You moan as the flared heads drag against you from both ends. With a growl you feel more than hear, the one behind pushes deeper. He is not gentle, he pushes and shoves himself against you, each thrust moving him deeper inside. Just when you think you can't take any more, he stops. You catch your breath, or at least try to breathe around the thing in your throat. It's hard, and mixed with the slowed blood flow, your head is spinning. Your body shakes and you try desperately to get your knees and arms under you, but they don't respond. While you struggle to stand under your own strength, you can feel the one behind shifting. He doesn't push deeper, and he's not all the way in. You can't feel the fur on his legs or even the his body heat. And just as your mind begins to really wonder what he's doing, with one insanely powerful push, he rams the remaining length into you. You can feel his balls slap your thighs so hard it stings. It shocks you and you try to gasp, but at the same moment, the one in front starts thrusting. You can't catch your breath, only short gasps as if you're in stormy waters. It's barely enough, you aren't sure you can survive if this keeps up. Somehow though, you do. They don't slow or change their pace, and you get into the rhythm of it. As one pulls back, the other pushes forward. Over and over again they slam into you, their balls slapping and smacking into you painfully, their cocks pressing so deep inside you'd never believe it if wasn't happening.

Before long, your whole body goes limp, supported only by their iron grips and their cocks.

They seem to go for hours, though you have no way of knowing. You're nothing more than a toy for these two. Some holes to use as they see fit. It's only when they start thrusting at the same time do you start to come back to yourself. It feels like they're close. Their breathing is ragged, worse than it was during their insane contest. Their grunts and groans reverberate around the room, deafening you to everything else. Even your own thoughts are drowned out by the wet sounds of your holes being abused and the men's sounds of pleasure.

You thought they were close, but they keep going longer than anyone you've ever been with. When you finally feel their thrusting become erratic, you only dimly register it. What you do register vividly, is when they both slam into you at once and let out something like a bellow and a yell. Like a bull getting ready to charge mixed with a warrior's battlecry. And then you feel their cocks swell inside you, and a second later they unless a torrent. Their cocks slide back and forth mere inches as they climax. But with each passing second you can feel them forcing rope after rope into you. If the one in front wasn't already down your throat, it's a sure thing you'd never be able to swallow it all.

Even as their hips stop moving, you can still feel their cocks spasming and twitches inside you, the last of their seed pulsing down their cocks and into you. The one in front is the first to pull out. Even with how abused your throat is, you can't help but love the feeling of it sliding out. Impossibly, you almost cum just from that feeling alone. When the head finally pops out of your mouth, he briefly holds onto your shoulders for balance. His still mostly hard cock splatters a couple final ropes against your face. And then he drops you, your face sinking into the mattress, and a pool of spit and sweat that formed between his knees. With the sudden access to air and the blood allowed to flow normally, you can feel strength returning to your arms. You attempt to push yourself up, but something feels odd. Before you can understand what, the one behind you starts to pull out. With all support gone, you fall flat on the bed and the head yanks out of you. As your hips sink slowly to the bed, you can feel his seed pouring out of you, forming an enormous puddle on the bed.

You manage to turn your head in time to see him open the door, his cock still hard, but not standing nearly as tall as it did. You hear indistinct voices and the sound of the water running, glasses moving moved. You try to push yourself up again, but can't summon the strength. You lose consciousness, but it doesn't seem for very long. When you come to, the larger of the two, you can tell by his slightly reddish hair and curled horns, has flipped you onto your back and is handing you a glass of water. You gratefully accept, but quickly realize you can't gulp it down. You're still too full, you feel bloated and can hear your stomach sloshing like you just drank a liter of water. You sip it though, thankful for the break. He stands and walks to the other room, where you hear more voices and the chatter of the tv. Maybe 10 minutes pass before the same one enters and helps you to your feet. He guides you to the bathroom where he hands you a towel. You nod weakly to the tub, he scoops you up and sets you on the edge. You turn on the faucet and soon the room is filled with steam, and the tub with soothing hot water. Dipping yourself in, you can feel all the tension ease. You lie there for a long time, draining and refilling the tub with hot water two or three times before you decide to get out.

As the last of the water slips away, and you're drying off, the door opens suddenly. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but it doesn't really matter. It's him again, the really big one. He smirks at your shyness. You try to shuffle past him, but he fills the doorway. He steps forward and you immediately retreat. Closing the door, he yanks the towel out of your hands. You can't believe it, he's so brutish and pushy, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you're getting wet again. It's not until he strips off his pants that you start to feel the wetness build. It's soft, but the bulge in his underwear is incredible. He drops them and kicks the pile of clothes to the side. You step back again, but your legs are still weak. You stumble and fall backwards, and once again, he towers over you. His cock rests heavily on his still swollen balls. The head still leaks a little. You catch yourself licking your lips. And looking up again, you see that smirk again. He's in total control and knows it. He lunges forward and grabs your head, pressing it into him. Your body moves under his wordless command without you thinking. Immediately you begin to work on getting him hard again. One hand fondling his balls, though one is hardly enough for the task. The other begins to stroke the shaft, and soon you feel it growing under your touch. Your lips find any skin they can and you worship him. The scent of his body and the heat from the room overwhelm your reason. You release his shaft, letting it flop onto your face, as both hands work their way around his balls. The scent grows stronger and soon your head dips down too. Licking, kissing, sucking, your mind is bent entirely to the huge things hanging in front of you. You know their minotaurs, but even these could dwarf a bulls'. Both hands don't come close to cupping one of them, and despite trying your hardest, your mouth can only over so much area. Still, you try and try. As the scent grows stronger and stronger, your attentions become needy, then desperate, and finally with total abandon you begin to beg him. You're not sure what for, but you want him to do something, anything.

It's only when he suddenly pulls back do you realize that he's hard again, the tip swinging back and forth far above you. You reach up for it, like a sinner taking the sacrament. His shaft is hot in your hands, the heat instantly warms you, more than warms you. It burns, your body feels like it's ready to combust. Your fingers and toes feel like they're on fire, but the hottest part burns in your belly. An inferno rages there. Even what flows down your thighs is hot. It all burns with a glorious intensity that you can barely stand. But when the tip finally meets your lips, and that first taste meets your tongue, you know what it feels like to be baked ground blanketed with the first rain. The heat doesn't subside, but it's much more manageable.

Something more than a bodily need takes hold of you and soon you open wide and take as much of it as you can. He gladly helps you, gripping your head and pushing deeper and deeper. He quickly pushes past the point his friend hit, and the ecstasy of it empties your mind. Devoted to his pleasure your hands grip his fur, bracing against his thrusts, but it's not enough, you reach for the base of his shaft, sliding fingers underneath and behind the taut skin that supports his sack, you pull with all your might, urging him deeper and deeper until finally you watch with glee as the ruddy fur inches close enough that you can feel it.

You have no issues taking it this time, your body accepts it like a part of itself that's been missing. Tears spring to your eyes, as you think about it. You can feel every inch of it inside, pulsing and twitching with his excitement. And then he begins to move back and forth, hands firmly holding your head in place. Ecstasy floods your body as he slams into you, drawing the entire length out and pushing it back inside. His heavy balls slap against your chest with enough force to hurt, and each thrust pushes you back a little further toward the wall.

When your head finally meets the hard surface, he changes things around. He grips your head by the sides and pushes it against the wall until you can't move. Straddling your body, he fucks your throat with a speed and force only a beast like him could manage. Your brain barely registers this though, as it is too consumed with the pleasure of being used. Never before have you been this excited, this turned on. You feel the wetness sliding down your legs and puddling on the floor as he reaches his climax. With one last thrust he presses you into the wall with his whole weight, your face sinking into his soft belly as he tries to force every bit of it down your throat. And then the torrent begins. It throbs inside you as he cums, but he doesn't thrust. He grinds against you as stream after stream of seed pours down your throat. You gulp it hungrily, your muscles flexing and urging him to keep going. When he finally pulls back, you gaze in wonderment at the enormous, spit covered cock still excitedly pulsing before your eyes. He stumbles back, allowing you a moments rest. You're slow to recover, but when you manage to stand, you look into the mirror and see something that shocks you. Reaching down to your belly, you press against your taut skin, it balloons out and you can feel it slosh when you shift. It looks like you're a few months pregnant, and you stroke your belly, gazing at it with true amazement. You never thought it possible to be this full.

As you gaze at it, your hands continue to move across the stretched skin. You can't help but love the feel of it, the sight of it is still new and strange, but the feeling is wonderful. It's only when you hear his panting that you stop staring into the mirror. It's obviously had an effect on him as well. His cock is throbbing and the veins on it bulge as they swirling around it. Still breathing heavily, you watch as he braces against the wall in a recognizable stance. Your heart flutters between fear and excitement as he forces himself to grow again. Now that your view isn't obscured by swollen balls and dripping cocks, you can tell it's changes his whole body. His muscles tense and don't seem to relax at all, his body grows taller and taller, soon his horns are dangerously close to the ceiling, easily a couple feet taller than he was. His arms are bigger around than your thigh, and his cock. It's gargantuan. Before you can reach out for it though, he grabs your head with one hand. You can feel the tips of his fingers on the each side of your head, as he pulls you closer. His other hand grabs your waist and he lifts you, effortlessly. Turning you to face the mirror, he holds you to his chest. Holding you with one hand and his cock with the other, he presses it against you. The head is so close to your lips, your first thought is to reach out and try to take it into your mouth again. But he just laughs as you struggle against his grip.

Grasping you with both hands, he drags you along the length of it. The thickness is immense and forces your thighs apart. But you can't seem to care, as he moves you back and forth, pressing you down onto the shaft, making sure to spread your lips so he can play with you properly. Like a toy, he pushes and pulls you along his cock, watching as you squirm in his grip. The rough skin is soon coated in a thick layer of your own excitement, but still the stimulation sends you into a frenzy. Over and over again he forces orgasms from you simply by dragging you along his throbbing member. Soon, it's too much. You beg him to stop, to slow down, to let you catch a breath. Your pussy aches from clenching around nothing over and over. But he doesn't stop, and soon you lose yourself in the overstimulation. Your head lolls side to side as he moves you, until something changes. Your fogged brain isn't sure what, until you weakly lift your head and gaze into the mirror. His hips are bucking wildly as he thrusts against you, a thick stream of precum drips from the tip and the veins are bulging more and more as the minutes pass. You're afraid he'll cum soon. You don't want him to. It'd be such a waste to empty such magnificent balls without something to contain it.

You want him inside you so badly it hurts. An ache in the bottom of your heart and the pit of your stomach beg to be filled. And so, you beg. You plead with him to use you, to fill you up. Apparently even in his desperate state he hears you. Hunching down, he lifts you to the tip and starts pushing you down onto his cock. The familiar sensation of the head giving away doesn't come. He's too turned on, and so when he finally slides in, the whole head enters you at once. And he doesn't stop there, he thrusts upward into you as his hands pull you down. You watch in pure joy as he pushes deeper and deeper, his cock leaving a clear outfit as it slides in and out. Soon enough, you can feel him bottoming out, but not even half of it is inside. But you want it all, you need it all. So you pray, you beg the universe to hear you. You've needed nothing more in your life, more than a starving man needs food or a plant sunlight. And miraculously, he begins to inch deeper again. As you watch it, your hands slide down to your clit. It's throbbing and sore, it's probably bright red, but you don't care. You madly grind your fingers against it, and soon you're climaxing again. Your whole body clenches around the thing inside you. You can feel it get harder for him to push deeper, and it seems to excite him. His thrusting becomes more powerful, fighting the orgasm rocking your body. And so you keep rubbing, desperate to feel him fill every inch of you he can. As he pulls you nearer the base, your fingers move in a blur. As the last ounce of strength leaves you, he finally pulls you to the base of his cock. You climax one final time as he stops moving. The force of it is incredible, and you can see on his face how much he loves the feeling of you tightening around him. The outline of his cock is so clear you can see when it throbs, and you're sure he's about to empty himself inside you.

When one of his hands forces yours aside, and he takes control once again. He runs his fingers over your already abuse clit, and forces more orgasms from you, all the while still thrusting upward, battering your cervix again and again. You barely remain conscious as he fucks you, the feeling of his cock in your too sensitive pussy the only thing keeping you awake. Your arms and legs hang limp as he has his way with you. You can't be sure how long he goes on for, all you can be sure of is that he is in control, and you are just his toy. When his grunting turns more savage and deeper, and his thrusts shorter and more erratic, relief washes over you, knowing he'll be done soon. That his massive swaying balls will finally empty their precious contents inside you, completing your duty as his toy. However, it doesn't happen as you imagined. When his climax finally arrives, he grabs you with both hands, pulling down on your legs, and forcing the last couple of inches inside, just as his balls begin to contract upward. You can feel, and see, as his cock swells, the thick seed you've been so desperate to have flows into you in powerful pulsations. One, two, three, and then you see your belly begin to swell, obscuring the outline of his cock. Four, five, six. It's almost completely gone now. Seven, eight, nine. Your belly is swollen like a heavy pregnancy. Ten, eleven, twelve. The pressure is too great, it starts to leak out. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You're still swelling, but the size blocks your view from above and in the mirror. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. You watch in mixed horror and glee as it grows outward with each passing second. Nineteen, twenty, twenty one. It's slowing, you can tell, but there's still so much more left. It's now squirting out around the base, down your intertwined legs. That's when he collapses backwards, his back sliding down the wall. You fall backward onto his chest and he weakly thrusts his hips, balls still pulsing. You want him to keep going, but you're too weak. Then, a thought comes to mind. You reach both hands to your enormous belly and slowly stroke it. It's hard to move your arms, but you want him to see. It takes a long time for him to notice, but he does.

Staggering to his feet, he grips you around the chest with both hands. He's side on to the mirror now and you gaze at your distended belly. Your arms still move across the tight skin, but not to encourage him. You stroke your own belly in abject joy. The feeling of being so impossibly full is intoxicating. Your womb is filled so completely with his seed, but you still want more. You need more. And he gladly gives it to you. He growls again, and you feel him start to grow inside you. Soon enough, you can see the head push above the roundness of your belly, it sticks out so clearly. You smile as you watch it disappears and pops back up as his thrusts pick up speed. It transfixes your gaze, and your hands naturally move toward it. They can't possibly wrap around the entire thing, but you squeeze tight around where it protrudes. You can tell it excited him, his thrusts grow even more powerful. Your gaze pulls away from the head popping up and down and you watch in the mirror as his thrusts send ripples through you and force more and more of his seed to spill out the bottom. You're sad to see it wasted like that, but you know he can give you more. And soon. His hips are pumping furiously as you feel him swell once again, and let out another torrent of cum. It continues to flow down your legs, but more fills you than escapes. And again, you're delighted as your belly grows bigger and bigger. He hunches over you, his hips swinging madly as you grow heavier and heavier in his arms. It's not until you feel a cold touch on your belly that you realize just how much he's pumped inside. The wet stickiness of the floor presses more and more against your skin as he continues to climax.

As it finally dies down, several minutes later, you feel him collapse backwards, his hands drag you back with him. The weight of your belly is intense, but most of it feels to be supported by his legs as he leans against the tub. It seems like the leakage has stopped, but you aren't sure if he's actually done coming or not. You can still feel his cock twitching inside you, and you're fairly sure your belly is still swelling, if only a bit. It's huge now, inhumanly so. Perhaps some of his magic has affected you. If that's the case, you want to push the limits of it.

As if he can read your mind, you feel him shifting again. Moving until his back against the messy floor, he sits you upright, your legs pined between his. And then he begins to grow again. You watch over your belly as his legs thicken and grow longer, pushing his feet toward the door, where they eventually press against the doorframe and push his body backward. Turning your head back, you see his shoulder reach the tub, his head supported uncomfortably by the rim, as if someone is about to wash his hair. His torso is easily twice the size it was in the bedroom, and he probably stands about 10 or 11ft now. But the thing you're most excited to see, is the already enormous bulge his cock makes inside you grow yet again.

Leaning back, you let the last few inches settle inside, but soon you feel another growth spurt, however not the one you expected. Once again, his breathing is heavy and loud in your ears, and his already gargantuan body heats up beneath you. Feet braced agains the doorframe, you watch as his legs lengthen, his legs bend as the confined space struggles to contain him. Soon, his knees are nearly eye level, and his hips and torso have grown so much that you can't even straddle him anymore. You lean forward, slowly but surely bending forward, even has your swollen belly protests at being constricted. Cum begins to once again pour out of you as the pressure of your movements forces it out.

Straining to look back, his shoulders are well above the rim of the tub now, head held high, and horns nearly scrapping the walls, he smiles at you with what can only be described as sinister. And thats when you feel his cock twitching, then pulsing, and finally you can feel each vein throb as more and more blood flows in. The wide, flat head pushes deeper and deeper until you watch it begins to bulge upward from your belly, nearly easily large enough to fit between your tits, if the angle was right. You think it'll stop soon, but it doesn't and soon you feel your legs uncurling as the incredibly ridged thing begins raising you upward. You struggle and fight against it, trying to shove more of it in, but it's no use, it's simply too large to fit everything inside. And before you know it the monstrous thing ceases its upward growth, and begins its outward expansion. Thicker and thicker until it nearly blocks your view of his legs. Excitement floods through you as you reach forward and wrap your arms around it. The heat is nearly enough to force you to let go, but you're far too absorbed to really care, and soon begin to bounce up and down as best you can, using your entire body to pleasure his behemoth.

It's not long before he reaches out and lofts you with remarkable ease, his hands would wrap completely around your body, if not for the sloshing, distended belly and the girth of his cock. Hugging it even tighter, he lifts you up and, using you like a toy, fucks upward his hips and arms working in unison to slam into with unbelievable force. It's almost enough to shake your grip, but you lock fingers around your arms and hold tight as he continues. You swear it slides a little deeper with everything thrust but if's so hard to tell with all the stimulation. So much, in fact, that you start to black out. Your arms go limp, as soon the rest of your body does too, head lolling side to side with each thrust.

When you finally come back around, you aren't sure how long you've been out, but you are sure what brought you back is the feeling of his muscular abs and thighs pressing against you, off and on as his immeasurable stamina allows him to use pound into for god knows how long. Shocked to sudden awareness of what that means though, you attempt to look around, but can't see anything as it seems the lights have gone out, or that you've been out so long the sun has set. Either way, you can feel as his bucking hips and rough hands abuse your aching body. Where his hands grip you hurts the most, and you're sure there's bruising. Reach hands out blindly, you tough the bulge extending upward from your belly and while you can feel it moving, the tip is so far inside that not even his long arms would be able to pull you off it it right now. Sliding down the jerking thing, you can feel the veins and contours, until your hands once again find your belly. Still swollen, you tace the edges and find that it's much larger than it was before, he must have cum two or three times while you were blacked out.

A sudden pain stabs your eyes as the door swings open, and the other minotaur walks in to the room, still naked and growling something about taking hours, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. Your eyes plead with him to help you, but as you're about to beg him to help, he lunges forward and grips your head as it bops up and down, he forces a finger into your mouth, and then a second as his other hand reaches down and grabs his soft, but still enormous cock. Forcing your jaw open wide, he shoves the head inside and starts stroking the shaft. Soon, he's hard enough to push it further down your throat, silencing any complaints or pleas. Still not fully erect, you feel it sliding deeper and deeper as he gets more turned on. And just when you think it's stopping, his chest begins to heave, and you know whats going to happen next.

He rapidly grows taller and taller, his horns actually gouge holes into the ceiling, but he doesn't stop, he simply leans forward to tower over you. And soon, just like his body, his cock swells to match his size. By the time it's done, you can't even move your head side to side. But still, the one on the floor continues to pump you up and down, but now you're stuck, like a train car stuck between engines. Your hands weakly lift up, you want to push him away, but before they can even reach up to his thighs, they come into contact with his balls, engorged and clearly needing release. You try to work your hands up to his waist, but it's no use, you're body is too weak to move at this point and you have little choice but to let them use your as they see fit until finally satisfied.

The last week has been so blissful since you started your new Premium Producer role in earnest. The cycle of get up, pump, eat, pump, sleep, and repeat is easy and so pleasurable you've been on cloud nine constantly. You don't even bother with clothes anymore, your new body has blossomed beyond anything even remotely concealable with mere cloth. The only downside is that everything is harder. It's hard to get the pumps on, it's hard to move around your home, let alone cook. You've had to clear off countertops and tables of everything. You're sure you're not clumsier, but every time you're moving around you bump into things, sometimes really hard. Mysterious bruises appear on your legs and ass every day. You don't remember bumping into things that hard, you just feel a gentle nudge and suddenly whole pieces of furniture are pushed aside. You want to move somewhere with more space, but not even the wondrous app has a moving service. And there's certainly no way you can move by yourself, you can barely move from the couch without leaking over everything.

And that's another problem, you've hit the limit on pumps through the app. Just a couple days ago your biggest, most powerful pump wasn't enough to drain you after a full 10hours. Your production is way up, which you think is because of the super healthy meals you've been ordering through the app every day. They come hot and fresh to your door, and they taste so good and make you feel so good, warm and fuzzy and so so full. When you wake up in the mornings, your chest feels so much fuller than the day before, squeezing them doesn't help, pumping isn't enough, and you're getting desperate, even sleeping while you pump hasn't been enough.

And then suddenly, one day your phone beeps with a new message from the company.

"Producer Extraordinaire!" The tagline says. The message congratulates you on being in the top ten producers and only after a month of being a Premium Producer. That's when you think the app must be wrong, it'd been a week, maybe a week and a half, right? You're not sure, now though. Maybe it is correct? A month? But before you can bend your strangely sluggish brain to the task, a wave of need washes over you. Immediately you go the couch and struggle to attach the pumps, quickly forgetting about the message and certainly about how long you've been doing this for. Another couple days pass and the feeling of fullness is still building, every morning you're fuller and fuller, your chest still swelling almost as much as it did when you first started.

Today is a little different though, there's more than feeling full, you feel pent up too. Lying down on the couch, you reach for your favorite toy, the thick 12in dildo that never fails to satisfy you. As the pumps engage, you slip it inside, it's still not easy, but you're so turned on the it only takes a few tries to push it to the base, though even that's getting harder to manag. You can barely reach around your chest and even your belly is bigger too, not huge, but it gets in the way a bit. Those meals they give you are too tasty and too nutritious and you can feel the weight building in your thighs and, of course, your chest. Soon though, you get a good rhythm, working the thick toy in and out in time with the pumps, your mind drifts off to thoughts of that delivery boy and how much thicker and longer he felt than even your biggest toy. How he sucked and sucked on your tits and fucked you nearly senseless before disappearing. You haven't seen him since, and you've been craving his cock again. The thought of the wide head catching on your walls as he pulled out is enough to send you into an intense orgasm. Your body shakes as you climax. Your moans are so loud that they even hurt your own ears.

Once the orgasm subsides, you still can't help but feel unsatisfied. Your arms are so tired, you sit up and push the toy deep, your weight forcing it in and a better angle than you could, and soon you're grinding on it, the head wobbling back and forth inside you, not quite hitting the back. You bounce on it now, trying to get every last inch inside, but it's no use, even when you climax, it's not enough. Desperate for a release, you keep going even when the machine finally stops pulling on your nipples, and even that takes a while to register. More than anything, you're pulled away from your attempts to satisfy this incredible lust that you only stop when your belly begins to rumble.

Giving up, you stand, and go to find your phone, the toy almost comes with you, but slides out just before you shifting weight traps it inside. You wander through the house, looking for your phone for a while, even trying to squeeze into closets that won't contain your new self, making a mess in the process. It's not until you hear a chime from the living room that you realize it's been on the coffee table this whole time. Plopping down back into your spot, you're shocked to find that your dildo is pinned between your ass and the back of couch. It feels so small, despite being so large, and your hips begin to move on their own across the still slick surface of the toy. As you turn your attention to the phone, hips still gliding up and down, you select a meal to be delivered. There's a wide variety and it's hard to choose sometimes, at first it was just 5 or 6 but as you've produced more and more, options unlocked. Now there's maybe 20? 30? It's hard to keep track of since they don't all fit on the screen and some of them have similar names. But that's ok, they're all so tasty and help you feel so good. Picking one at random, you place the order and as you wait, reach for the pumps again. Replacing the already filled rack of jugs, you settle back onto the couch and the toy pokes against your ass as you do. It's not something you've tried in a long time, before your new job, but the urge to feel your toy stretching your ass is starting to become one you can't ignore.

Gently, and with some difficulty, you lean forward and position the head against your ass. It's still wet, so you aren't worried about lube, but the size of it still makes you nervous. Holding it firm you, you lower yourself down, ever so slowly, the tip begins to stretch you and it feels good. Way better than it did before, but it's still a lot. You can only get the first bit in for a while. The first set of jugs is halfway filled by the time you get the head all the way in. It feels so much different than fucking your pussy, and you're starting to really enjoy it. But it's hard work, there's so much to keep aloft that your legs are starting to shake, and with how large your ass and hips have gotten, this is probably the only way it'll work. Still, you lightly bounce up and down, getting used to the increasing girth as the toy slides a little deeper each time.

You're sure half of it is in now, it has to be, your legs are shaking so badly now. You want to check, but no matter what you do, your chest is in way, and looking only reveals a massive, jiggling wall of flesh as your legs weaken. You're sure you'll fall if you keep going, and decide to ease it out and stand. But just as the head is about to pop out, the door bell rings, startling you. Losing your balance, you fall back and the entire length of it slides in all at once. In the split second before it fully enters, you realize it was nowhere near half way inside. Your body slams down onto the couch, a mass of bouncing flesh and leaky breasts, the cups having popped off as you attempted to catch yourself. A long, loud moan escapes your lips as ecstasy floods your brain. Never before has your ass felt this good, this well suited to be fucked. And for a second your lust filled mind wars with what little reason remains. You must answer the door. It might be the delivery guy from last time, surely it is, but your other half demands to keep this pleasure going. After a minute of shaking and pondering, the two halves of your brain compromise. You stand, clenching to make sure the toy stays inside and walk to the door. Legs still shaking, both from exertion and pleasure, you hobble to the door, the toy pressing into your walls as you walk. a couple times you have to stop, the pleasure nearly overwhelming you, but finally, you open it, careless of your lack of clothing and milk dripping down your chest.

At the door is a bright, smiling young man.

He's not even a little shocked to see your state, but you do see a large bulge creeping down his pant leg before he hands you the food and walks away. You almost call after him, but the smell of the fresh food is intoxicating and your legs are going to give out soon. Nudging the door shut with your ample buttocks, you settle into a chair, bought on the app and built to handle your increased weight. You open the box and before you is another carefully crafted wrapped meal. This is no greasy take out, but a freshly made meal packed with nutrients to help keep you healthy and producing well. Seasonal veggies, a top quality piece of meat, fish, or whatever your heart desires, cooked to perfection and delivered with the utmost care to your door. At first, you felt silly and a little embarrassed having to need food brought to you, but as the days, and apparently weeks if the message is correct, the embarrassment faded along with your hesitation to answer the door stark naked and usually dripping milk. You were content in your home, producing milk and entertaining yourself however you want. But something kept popping up in the back of your mind, still, it must not be important if you can't remember it.

You finish the meal and clean up, and return to the couch, dropping onto it only to realize the toy is still inside you, somehow you forgot it was even there, despite how good it feels. And so, you reach for the pump and sit back and gently grind your hips back snd forth as the motors pick up speed, and soon enough an orgasm builds inside you and with a sudden burst of energy, you bounce up and down, your entire body shaking as you do, the sound of the pump is drowned out by the clapping of skin and the wet slick noises of your fingers furiously trying to push deeper into your dripping pussy. In a flurry of movement, you grab the older, smaller toy and drive it into your dripping cunt. Soon, you can feel it break over you like a wave, clenching down on the toys, it lasts a long time, and by the end of it, you feel more satisfied than you have in a while. Your body spasming as the climax fades, you pass out, toys still buried inside you. Not until hours later do you wake up and see the mess you've made. Milk and slick are everywhere, at some point one of the cups slipped off before the jug was full and that tit kept leaking, making a puddle that's still present. The jug is only about half full, and in a sudden burst of lust, you break open the seal and drink it in great gulps. It's sweeter than you remember, and the taste is too good to not drink the rest. With reckless abandon you gulp it down, milk running down your cheeks and onto your chest and thighs. By the time you're done, your belly is swollen with milk and you feel so full, but so good. The flavor lingers on your tongue as you begin to clean up. Standing, you extract the enormous toy first, still amazed you took it and even more so you slept with it inside you, and then the smaller one. Still, your body doesn't feel sore or abused. It's a miracle, you think, as you tidy up the living room for the next pumping session.

A couple days pass and you've added playing with your ass to the routine, sometimes using two toys at once, filling whatever hole or holes strikes your fancy. But after a while, even that gets a little tiresome, you want something more, but don't know what. It's these thoughts that are interrupted when a knock at the door comes. You lazily call out that it's open, which is true, you've never felt safer than as a Premium Producer, the app says so. They provide security 24/7 for their top producers. The door opens, and a woman walks in. Her chest is huge, not nearly as big as your's probably is, but still enormous, and pants look ready to come apart at the seams she's got so much ass stuffed into them.

She smiles at you and waves, you wave back. She sits down across from you on the couch, and introducers herself. You don't remember her name, but it's pretty, she talks to you about being a top producer and what that means. She talks about your house and how well you've grown since you started, and a lot of other things that you don't really understand. But when she offers you her hand, you accept it, and with surprising strength she helps lift you from the couch. She smiles and motions for you to walk with her. She walks to the door and you see a limo parked on the curb, she smiles and walks over to it, opening the door. You squeeze through your too tiny door way and follow her. The neighbors probably saw you, maybe some passing cars but you don't mind. As you near the car, you realize just how large it actually is. The door is purpose built for people like you, and the beautiful woman smiles and gestures you inside. Climbing in, you sit in the very back. The seat is soft and warm, but slick at the same time. The windows are actually screens displaying the outside world, and when she climbs in after you and shits the door, the entire outside world is muted, even when the vehicle starts to move you can only tell by the pressure gently pushing into the welcoming seat. The woman is speaking again, she offers some water which you absentmindedly take, sipping at it. The bottle is actual glass. She then slides her hands to a control panel and presses a single button. Small doors slide back from the walls and she pulls out two cups, much larger than yours and offers to attach them for you. You nod dumbly, still in shock, and she scoots forward, one hand on the cup and the other presses against your skin, it's warm and feels good. You close your eyes and wait for the cool plastic of the cup to slide over your nipple, but what you feel causes your eyes to dart open. Her warm, soft hand is gently twirling circles around your left nipple. You watch as it slowly hardens and puffs up until it's the size of your thumb. They've never done that before, and you've never been this turned on before. She slides the cup over your excited nipple and moves onto the right. The same thing happens, and by the time the cup is in place, you can feel your thighs are soaked and it's slowly spilling over the edge of the seat.

Next, she attached two thick hoses to the cups, the force they require to link to the cup is enough to spray milk in every direction, but she doesn't seem to care. In fact, a nimble tongue glides across her lips catching several streaks of milk. Your brain is overheating at this point, the lithe movements and obvious beauty are too much, and even before she moves to place the second hose you're hands are between your thighs, swirling your clit and driving fingers in and out. Your shaking doesn't deter her though and her well practiced hands secure the hose and she leans back, pressing another button. And with a sudden, but incredibly soft noise, like the sound of spring snow melting and falling from the branch of a tree, the pumps spring to life. The sound is constant, and present, but each thrum fades as quickly as it came. Her fingers move to a dial, and she asks if you want more, you nod furiously and you hear the wheel click twice. The force on your nipples is incredible and you let out an outstanding amount of noise, but somehow it isn't overwhelming. It seems to strike the car's walls and fade away. Though soon you can't even notice that. You watch as this beautiful, graceful woman stands, unzips her pants and reveal that her ass was not the only thing stretching her seams to the limit. As her dexterous hands reach between her legs, she untucks a truly massive cock. Easily half the size of your biggest toy and it's still soft. A hand slides down to it, and grasps it. The finger barely touch, and she begins to stroke. It rises quickly, and soon she stands before you, stroking her enormous erection. It's big, but not nearly as big as you thought. The disappointment must have shown on your face because she drops her hand away and you watch as it twitches and pulses, each heartbeat forcing more blood into her member. It grows a couple inches longer and as her hand wraps back around it, the tips don't meet anymore. It's certainly larger than before, but you can't help but compare it to the delivery guy from so long ago. And once again she senses your lust, but her hands stay firmly in place this time, and you watch in rapt amazement as it begins to swell again. Her other hand grips it just above the other and several inches are still left uncovered. Before you can stop yourself, you feel words leave your lips, "please. I need more." She smiles and once again the head bobs up and down until you're sure she's as big as he was. She has to be, right? Maybe you should ask for more, and without thinking anything else, you do. Her smile is devious now, she knows what you want and this time her cock pulses for longer than before. Finally, she lets out a single ragged breath and you gawk at the thing in front of you. Her hands don't cover even half of it now, and the thickness is incredible. You're amazed and only the smallest part of your lust soaked brain asks how it's possible, but soon enough the cock is thrust into your face and you happily open your mouth to accept the glistening head. She's gentle, at first, letting you get used to the size of it, letting you swirl your tongue on the swollen glans, it's not until you attempt to take the entire head into your mouth at once does she fully understand what she's dealing with. Soon, you feel hands grip your head like a steel vice, and you look up with concern in your eyes. Her smile is downright evil now, as she brings her feet up on the seat and presses your head into the back of the seat. Her incredible flexibility and shocking size of the vehicle mean she can straddle your entire torso with her legs and force every last inch down your throat. That's when you're sure she's much larger than the delivery boy was. The way she stretches your throat, how deep you can feel it reach, and the weight of her balls on your chest. Everything is enough to send you over the edge. Your body shakes from her thrusting and from the orgasms ripping through you every few minutes. She relentlessly uses your throat until spit and cum are dripping down her legs and your chest.

When she finally pulls out, her cock is red and throbbing even more than it was before. You're almost sure she maked it grow again, but you can't tell before she grabs your legs and drags you off the seat. Folding them up to your chest, she somehow manages to squeeze your tits between them without even disturbing the pumps. And it's from that position that she rams herself into your soaked cunt. The girth is fantastic and you can't help but clench down on her, slowing her forward movement. You can feel every inch slide into you now, every vein pulsing, the head flaring with each heartbeat. When you finally feel her balls hit your ass, she's deeper than anyone has ever been, deeper than you thought anyone could take.

Her pace is matched only by the force she uses, and both are incredible. With your legs folded up, you can feel her head grinding against your walls, the tip is so thick it clings and drags against them, every couple of thrusts causes you to squirt, the liquid mixing with your sweats and the small amount of milk leaking from the cups. And that when she reaches a single had up to the controls. You can almost feel the little wheel click, once, twice, three times and then suddenly, she pushes it to the max and the cups latched onto your tits are in overdriving. The new pressure forces another incredible orgasm out of you, and you clench down and wrap your legs around her ample hips as best you can. She grins that sinister grin and you feel it swell one last time, pushing just a little deeper before her thrusting begins again. It's not long though, with your tightness and sensitivity increasing with each passing second, she cums soon, but not quickly. You feel her enormous balls contracting against your ass over and over again as she dumps immeasurable amounts of her seed into you. Not a single drop spills now, and you watch as the second turn to minutes and your belly expands in spurts, in time with the contracting of her balls. For nearly ten minutes she grinds her throbbing head into you, as more and more is poured in.

When the deluge finally slows, she extracts herself and towers above you. You half expect to feel her cum sliding out of you, but you've tightened so much nothing escapes.

She catches her breath quickly and squats over your belly, sliding her still wet, but rapidly softening, cock between your tits and pushes them together. Her hips start thrusting slowly at first, and then as you feel it move and stiffen, she picks up speed a bit. Soon, the head is popping in and out from between your engorged breasts, and with frightening suddenness, she's once again forced it down your throat and lays her entire weight against your face. The floor is mercifully soft, but her thrusting isn't. And once again it's not long before her cock erupts, though for not as long. Still, you struggle to gulp down her gargantuan load , but really have no choice. When she finally finishes, your belly is even more bloated than before, but you're finally satisfied. Even your chest feels lighter and capable of producing even more. One final act of sadism, she hauls you to your knees and flops into a seat, dragging you over by the hair and forcing your head between her legs. You get the message, clean her up. And so you do, until your tongue gets too stimulating and she forces it down your throat again, filling you again and again until you feel more bloated than even your largest meal. You can tell she's about to do it again, when a chine sounds and the car comes to a halt. She stands, smiles at you and tucks her quickly shrinking cock back into her somehow still immaculately clean pants. The model of professionalism once again, she opens the door and ushers you into a grand building.

It's warm inside, and smells of freshly baked goods for some reason. You try your best to keep up, but it's hard with such a swollen belly sloshing from side to side. She snaps her fingers and from somewhere behind a gleaming oak reception desk, two attendants appear and briskly walk over to you. They extend their hands and gently grab your arms, helping to steady and guide you. Soon, you're keeping pace with her again and she leads you through a long series of hallways, all richly decorated and colorful, soft carpet beneath your feet, warm against your naked skin, and the firm, but wonderful feeling of the hands helping to guide you all fill you with a deep sense of relaxation, and by the time you come to a stop, your mind is working far better than it has in a long time.

The Dream

You're led into a room, though warehouse may be a better description, it's massive, risers packed with comfortable looking seats line the walls, lighting gently illuminates the room, except for the center. Where a bed bigger than anything you've ever seen, basks in bright light, the silky fabric seems to glimmer and the bodies of a dozen incredibly voluptuous women lay in various positions. Some of them seem to be resting, others with faces buried between legs or latched to nipples, a few are simply watching and slowly twirling fingers around their nipples or clits. As you walk closer, you see some of them have small horns sprouting from their heads, while others have larger ones with plastic covers over the tips. All of them have long tails that swish back and forth, some of them even deft enough to be used to tease the more sensitive areas on some of the gathered crowd.

As the woman guiding you lets go of your hand, four of them turn your way, pulling you into their warm embraces. They coo and giggle, gently stroking your arms and legs, and working their way to more enjoyable areas. Your body begins to relax, though your brain is still running on max speed. These women are enormous. The smallest one has a chest easily double your own, and dripping with milk. Their hips are wider too, thighs jiggle and shake with every movement, their lips are full and tongues long and dexterous. It's not long before more of them crawl over to you, putting those mouths to good use.

They take turns kissing you, while others pair up and run their tongues along your nipples, which quickly grow hard from the stimulation. Another pair descend between your legs and, in almost perfect sync, begin to lap at your clit, and each slowly slides their fingers in.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the other women turn toward the pile and begin ministering to the ones latched onto you. As their hands and mouths begin to work, the ones on you vibrate with deep moans, only adding to your pleasure. Soon, a warmth builds within you, spreading from your chest to your feet as the pleasure continues. It's not long before you feel an orgasm building, and when it finally bursts the dam, your loud moans are cut off as someone fills your mouth with their tits, milk pouring down your throat as they squeeze the sweet liquid from their chest.

As the orgasm subsides, the women withdraw, though they still cling to you, stroking arms and legs and gently massaging your chest. You feel full, but energetic. As you calm down, the doors you came in through open, and in pours a crowd. Men and women, some with tails and some without, file onto the risers and take their seats. All eyes are locked on you, and as you sit up in the warm wetness from their milk, and excitement from the activities before you arrived, a half dozen men step through the door.

They almost bow as their heads duck under the doorframe. They stand easily 8ft tall, are well muscled, and with their horns shaved to above tangling with the others. Their most striking features are below the waist though. From their crotches, bouncing against their thighs as they walk, are soft, fuzzy looking ballsacks. They make muffled plapping noises with each step, and as they near the bed, their eyes lock with yours. As they array themselves at the edge of the bed, you watch as the glistening heads begin to slide from their sheaths. Slender shafts follow as they drop lower and lower toward the floor. Though soon, they start to rise higher and higher until they tower over you, the heads flaring and the once slender shafts growing to be thicker than your arm. Precum drips from them as their hands grasp the shafts and begin pumping up and down. It drips onto the bed, and, as you crawl closer, enthralled by these magnificent things, on to you.

You take one into your hands at random, and even with both hands, your fingers aren't even close to touching. You stroke it, the soft skin belying a hard and throbbing shaft, squeezing as your hands move up and down. Globs of precum plaster your face and chest. A familiar heat rises in your body, and you stroke faster and faster, splattering his seed as the head bobs up and down in front of you. His grunting only fuels your lust, and before you know it, your tongue is swirling around the head, lapping at the droplets as they drip out of his cock. The heat builds more and more as you, with desperation now, begin sucking directly on the source of his excitement.

And it's with shocking suddenness that you feel his enormous hands grab your head, and you feel his iron-hard grip as he pushes his weight against your head. The girth of it is incredible, but the pressure doesn't let up, and soon you feel it stretch your jaw and inch its way down your throat. He pushes ever deeper, and your hands flail as you struggle to breathe. Two others grab your spastic hands and firmly place them on their own members, grinding against them. The fear of this thing pushing well past anything you've ever thought possible subsides as you realize, despite his impossible size, breathing is still easy. And even as you feel the thick medial ring slide past your lips, pleasure starts to build again. Your hands begin to work on their own, though the other two are just as gargantuan as the one using your throat. You see other three, out of the corner of your eye, moving onto the bed. One behind you, one to each side. Their dripping cocks press against you as their hips slide back and forth, smearing you with their juices. And it's at this point where the one gripping your head finally reaches your chin. You wish desperately that you could massage his balls, you can feel them against your chest, the soft fur tickles and you have a sneaking suspicion that they rival your breasts for size, as you can feel how heavy they are, and practically feel how full they are.

And without warning, he starts thrusting. Drawing the entire thing out and pushing it back in. Over and over and over again with deliberate slowness. His hands still hold you like a vice, keeping you trapped on his cock. You feel sorry for the others, until you see a flurry of movement. The women have taken up position near them and use their plentiful assets to pleasure the bulls. None of them dare to move the heads far away from you though, only working the shafts with their hands and bodies.

As they continue to pleasure the cocks, more and more seed is splattered across your body, especially your chest, where the almost burning hot liquid seems to pool despite how vigorously you're being shaken. The heat only grows as time passes, and before long, you feel hands on your cheat again. Massaging, swirling, working the dripping excitement into your skin.

Your vision becomes blurry as the attention continues, and you're only faintly aware as the cock being thrust in and out of your mouth begins to throb and his hips buck wildly against you. What you can feel clearly though, is each thick spurt of cum traveling up the shaft and nearly exploding from the head. Long thick ropes pump out, filling you. His grunting fades as his hips slow and then stop. As he pulls himself free, your jaw drops open from exhaustion, in time for the last of his cum to splatter against your face and chest.

And still the gentle hands play, spreading the huge amount of cum all over, rubbing it into your ass and thighs, dipping their hands in the rapidly forming pool beneath you, and lathering your body with it. And the heat grows and becomes almost unbearable before it changes to an almost pins and needles sensation, like when the blood flows back into your foot after it fell asleep. It builds and builds until it's almost the only thing you can think of. You look down at your cheat and swear it's larger, that your nipples stand out further, and that you feel heavier.

But before you can investigate, the bull who had just been using your throat moves aside and a new pair of hands pushes you back, splattering more mess across you, and pushes you legs up, resting his massive cock at your entrance. Sliding it forward, it pushes between your tits, much too large for even them to wrap around completely. This one is thicker than the last, though maybe shorter, but certainly long enough you can almost lick the head as his balls rest against your ass. You look up into his eyes, and a fire burns there. A smile appears on his face, and he pulls his hips back again, dragging the length of his cock against your swollen clit. You nearly climax from that alone, but as he presses the head against your dripping cunt, your body instinctively tries to pull away. The women, still bathing in the glorious mess, hold you down, and you watch as the bull pushes against you. And you feel it slide inside, thicker than anything you ever dared to try. You watch as the bulge it makes creeps up, inch by inch, battering its way inside, your walls stretched to their limits.

As you feel his balls once again slap your ass, two mouths descend on your clit, tongues swirling and flicking. You clench around his member and you can feel ever every bump and vein. His medial ring drags against your sides and then another pair of mouths find your overstimulated nipples, and clamp down on them. They suck and swirl with incredible force, and you climax, somehow clenching even tighter on his cock, though he hasn't even moved you swear it's deeper than before. The flared head is flush with your cervix, and you know what comes next. At the height of your orgasm, the bull pull back, and your body clenches on emptiness. He drags the entire thing out slowly, and just as it's about to pull free, he slams the entire length in all at once It smashes into the back with immense force, and you let out an involuntary cry, which soon becomes incoherent moaning as he pulls out again and again, pounding into you, as the diligent mouths bring you to orgasm and and again, each time squeezing tighter on his cock.

It's after the third orgasm when your senses start to get used to the fog of pleasure. You can't really do anything, your body is constantly shaking now, but as he continues to thrust, your lolling head gives you a glimpse of the other action. Most of the others are watching as he fucks you, the women keeping them stimulated as they wait their turn. The one who was just using your throat is lying down in his own pool of cum, and watches as two of the women slide their huge breasts up and down his cock, globs of cum still spurting out of the top, and a third buries her face and hands into the soft fur of his balls, massaging, almost worshipping them.

When a pair of hands grip your head and turn it upward, you're surprised. But when you see two of them women helping to guide the head of a cock toward your mouth, you once again try to squirm away. But it's no use, they hold you in place, and the cock pounding the back has you trapped as well. Without thinking, you open your mouth wide, and the women giggle. As the head nears, you close your eyes. His skin isn't as soft as the others, not rough, but coarse as if he has ridges and nubs on it. The head slides deeper into your mouth with some difficulty. His cock is stiffer than then others and harder for the women to guide. But soon you feel it sliding down your throat, and as he nears the base, you feel his balls touch your head and his hands wrap around the bugle his cock makes in your throat. At the same moment, slick hands find your own, and guide them toward the bulges both cocks make. You feel as the one pounding your pussy slides back and forth, and the one sitting in your throat.

And then he begins to move. His thrusts are short, but powerful. His balls barely shift back and forth, but his grip on your neck is so tight you can feel him throbbing in excitement. You squeeze the bulge he makes and stroke it as he thrusts. It's too much for him, and you feel him push it as deep as it will go before it swells and a torrent of cum pours out. You feel his giant balls tense and relax over and over again, as more and more is pumped into you. After a few minutes, it subsides, and a commotion begins. You can't see anything, but you can barely hear as two of the bulls begin to argue.

The one still in your throat is refusing to pull out and let the next one have his turn. There's some shoving and even the one still pounding you has to readjust his grip, though never slacking in his thrusts. It's not long before you feel something wet press against your cheek, some more angry words, and then the heavy balls are removed from your eyes, and the thing still throbbing in your throat slides back. You look up and see two sets of massive balls, and before the thing in your mouth has even pulled out you feel hands trying to open it wider, and succeeding. A second member jams itself inside with the first, and then both begin to slide deeper. They aren't slow about it either. Both bulls are desperate to fuck you harder than the other, they pound into you with powerful thrusts, sometimes in sync, sometimes one filling the void the other just created. They go on like this for a long time, and with the one still slamming into your pussy, as well as the hungry mouths orgasm after orgasm washes over you until you nearly pass out. One of them starts to cum, you're not even sure which one at this point, and you don't care. Your body is so exhausted already and that damn tingling sensation is still present as a thin layer over everything.

Finally the other one begins to cum as well, and soon both are sliding their rapidly softening cocks out of your mouth, spraying the last drops of their climaxes as they pull away. At the same moment, the one who has been pounding you this entire time cums as well. Through the haze you feel it swell, and then intense heat as his load gushes from his twitching cock and costs the back of your walls. If he were any thicker none of it would escape, but as it stands the force of it causes much of his seed to squirt out from around his cock.

He yanks his still throbbing member out and slaps it between your tits, which cover a significantly large portion of him than before, and finishes his climax against your face and in between your now much larger tits. The last of his energy spent, he staggers to a free space on the bed, a lull comes over the party, and you have a chance to look around. The crowd is almost silent, except for moans of pleasure and sound of skin hitting skin. Some of them are intertwined, some of the are enjoying the show by themselves, but everyone is in a state of ecstasy. Taking stock of your new assets, you sit up, they're fuller and much much larger. Bigger than some of the women attending to you and the bulls. Bringing you hands up to them, you feel how heavy they are, and as you massage the tender flesh, the tingling begins again. And you watch as they swell in your hands, pressing outward and swallow your fingers. Larger and larger they swell, your hands drop to your sides and you lean back as pleasure sweeps over you like a flood. Wild moans escape your lips as the pressure builds. They're so firm and stand up so high, you can barely see your legs. And your nipples have grown too, they're longer and thicker, almost as thick as your thumb and dripping from them, as your chest finally stops growing, is milk. Your hands rise to your chest and you squeeze. Milk sprays outward, coating your legs and the women still near you.

But before you can revel in your new assets, strong hands push your shoulder into the mattress again, and you watch as the bulbous flared head of another cock slides between your new tits, and the hands move from your shoulder to your chest, squeezing the thing between them. His thrusting begins immediately, though only the first half of his cock is between them. Milk, sweat, and the mess they've made of you join together and all you can focus on is the sloshing sound of your engorged tits and the wet slurping sounds of his cock gliding between them. It doesn't take long before he cums, spraying your legs and belly area with thick, sticky cum. Almost immediately, the women are back, rubbing it in, pressing their bodies and hands against you. Some of them licking and cleaning it off the cock, which is still adding to the mess.

And then a familiar tingling takes over. And you feel as your hips widen, your thighs pressing together firmer, and a strange itching sensation at the small of your back. You squirm out from under the mass of bodies, desperate to scratch the itch, only to discover a long, fuzzy tail with a mass of cum soaked fur at the end. You look down and see how much your body has changed. Your chest has more than doubled in size, milk still dripping from it, your hips are fuller and wider, as if the bones themselves have shifted. Your thighs are much thicker, and your ass is heavy. You almost topple over as you attempt to stand, you can't help but bump into people now. Gaps in the press you could have squeezed through before are now inaccessible. You reach back, and your hand sinks into your new flesh, but it springs back as soon as you relax your grip.

Before you can come to terms with everything though, hands grab, something. And yank you up. It's not your head, not your hair. It's something hard and sturdy, you realize, as the hands turn you around to face your newest partner. He steps closer, and his cock slides between your chest and up to your lips. His grip tightens on your horns, and thrusts upward, smearing his cock with the collected mess on your body, before dropping his hands to your hips, and hoisting you up with incredible ease. He dangles you in the air, as with the others, the women help him line up his cock with your entrance. You can already tell he's much larger than the others. Thicker, longer, and twitching so much that it's hard for it to stay lined up. As the women support his glistening rod, his hands bring you down onto it, the head pushes inside with considerable effort. But as soon as the head is in, he yanks down, forcing it in until the ring catches. Your head lolls backwards, your body twitches in his grasp. And then he lifts you, pulls down again, and the ring slips inside with a barely audible thump. It pushes deeper and deeper without end. When he finally does hit the back, you can tell there's still a lot left. And so he bounces you up and down, dragging the length of it out and dropping you back down. Every time it hits the back, you swear more slides in. When you regain control of your head, you watch as it happens. The bulge in your belly is higher than the last time, until you feel something odd. It's thicker and rougher than the rest of his cock. Attempting to look past your swollen belly, you can see his sheath is pressing against you now. An inch thicker than the rest of it, he only smiles down at you as one again he lifts you up, and drops you down.

It's not enough, and in the end, it takes him thrusting upward and meeting you as you fall to finally get it in. By the time you reach the base, your arms are clinging to him and tears spring from your eyes. He's pushed deeper and stretched you more than anyone should be able to.

You can feel it sliding up and down between your close pressed bodies as he thrusts. And this only adds to his excitement. His thrusts become stronger and instead of letting gravity due the work, he pulls you down, his muscles bulging with the effort. He keeps this up for a long time, you barely even register it though. Your body has gone all but limp in his grasp. The crowd, the women, the other bulls all forgotten in your cumdrunk brain. Until, you feel something rubbing against your ass. You try to turn to see which one it is, but you're bobbing up and down so fast all you can see is dark hair and horns, and all you can feel is his cock pressing against your ass checks, grinding against them as you bounce. You can feel him trying to press into you, you don't want him to fuck your ass, but your arms are useless, you can't even struggle. You feel his hands grip your hips as well, and with their combined strength, his cock slams into you.

And joins the bigger one in your already overstretched cunt. They sink both cocks deep, and pin you there as they thrust upward, each one pounding as deep as they can go. And it's not long before more commotion and jostling nearby gets your bleary eyed attention. A third and fourth bull have pressed up to you. Their cocks twitching in anticipation. Slowing down their thrusts, the first two make room, and all together, they force two more gargantuan cocks inside you.

It's too much. You can't even think, let alone move or struggle. You go totally limp in their hands, bodies pressed together, their bulges barely visible as they fuck up into you. All four of them are pulling you down now, their combined strength is leaving you feeling bruised, but still they persist. For what could have been hours these four monsters use you as their toy, until one by one, they're satisfied. As each of them climaxes in turn, you feel it stretch you that much more, even the outlines of their cocks becomes indistinct with the amount of cum being forced inside you. Very little of it actually stays inside, as you're far too stretched at this point. It runs down your legs and onto the bed, and as the last of them pulls out, be drops you, into the mess, where welcome hands and mouths await you.

Your first impression of your date, when you finally saw them, was somewhat underwhelming. They were a naga, you'd met plenty at this point. Many of the all women, half-human, half-snake people did the same things regular people did. They dyed their hair, paints their nails, got tattoos, though tattoos are more like painting scales, as they were too strong to take a needle.

This naga, Bethany, had none of that. Even you had some interesting, handmade jewelry on. She however, had long brown hair, yellow slitted eyes, a pretty but natural and unaltered pattern, reminiscent of a bullsnake, running from the back of her neck down to the tip of her tail. Even her outfit seemed rather plain, an unostentatious blouse, with a high cut neckline, a skirt (the only thing most naga could wear considering the lack of legs) that came down to just above the ground. All in all, a nice outfit, but rather boring compared to how your friend described them.

Of course, over the years you've seen, been coworkers with, and friends with many of the species. Being reptiles, they all shared similar traits. Smaller chests, thin forked tongues, long lithe fingers, and generally slim bodies. Of course, there were always differences, depending on who other parent was. Bethany had most of these traits, except for one. Her chest was enormous. Even through the loose fitting blouse you could see the curve of her breasts, the weight of them subtly pulling her shoulders down. As the date progressed, you found she is an incredibly fun and charming person, sharing many of the same hobbies as you. Though the oddest one she mentioned was rock climbing, which she joking said was because her mother was a satyr.

She giggles as you stare off into the distance, your mind lost on the image of her nearly 20ft long body sliding up a sheer wall. She says her tail is actually more dexterous than most naga's, and to demonstrate, she brings it around and deftly grabs her half full coffee cup from the table and tosses it high into the air, before whipping her tail around and catching it, without a dropped spilled. And its only after this incredible display do you realize her the tip of her tail is shockingly thin compared to the rest of her body, about as thick as your wrist, and able to nearly tie itself into a knot.

Setting the cup down, she gently guides her tail between your fingers and your own cup grasped between them. Her scales are smooth and she moves so quickly, that you quickly lose track of where the tip is, and before you know it, Bethany has both your hands wrapped together and lifted just above your head.

Panic and excitement flood into you, as she laughs at your shock. She keeps you that way for only a few seconds, but your heart is still pounding. Through her mischievous smile, you see her tongue dart out a few times, tasting the air, and you hope she can't tell how excited that made you. She apologizes for the sudden display, but she can't help but love the look on someone's face at the realization of how skillful she is.

You mumble something about it being ok, and tell your heart to stop pounding and your legs to stop quivering. Blessedly, Bethany rises and slithers over to drop off her dishes, giving you a moment to calm down. When she returns, you give her a big smile, and ask if she'd like to walk around for a while. Returning your smile, she agrees. As you walk, she slides her arm around yours, and you can feel the heat of her body radiating through you, the scent of her shampoo fills your senses, and the brush of her chest against your arm has your legs feeling a little like jelly, but as you walk to a nearby park, and the conversation resumes, the feeling subsides.

And you spend the rest of the day together, arm-in-arm. And only a couple more times does Bethany use that wickedly skilled tail of her's to ensnare you. By the time dinner time rolls around, your legs are aching and you're both getting hungry. She offers to get takeout, and invites you back to her place. You readily accept, not at all thinking about how much you want her to pin you to the wall with her tail and have her way with you.

After dinner, and relaxing for a bit, she makes the first move. And what a move it is, her hands don't slowly make their way up your thigh, she doesn't casually place one around your shoulders. No, she wraps her huge muscular tail around your legs, pining them together, and sliding her tail up your body, wrapping around your hips, up through your shirt, between your breasts, and gently around your neck, and lifting you into the air.

She smiles up at you, as her hands slowly unzip her skirt, and slide it off, and then her blouse. She tugs it off over her head, revealing that her chest is tightly bound in a sort of half bra, half binder that allows for them to maintain their shape, but still sit tightly against her chest. And as she reaches back and unzips this as well, it nearly explodes off her, as the true size of her chest becomes apparent. They're bigger than anything you've seen before, even compared to some of the cow-related species you've met, and you're shocked at how easily they were hidden. As she lays back, lifting you even higher, you gaze down at her languid form, her chest still so full looking and standing up high despite being on her back. And then, she pulls you into it, wrapping her arms around you.

The scent of her sweat mixes with her shampoo, and threatens to overwhelm your senses. As your head glides into her welcoming bosom, she chuckles that same mischievous chuckle from back at the coffee shop. And you know, she was fully aware of how excited you were, and certainly how excited you are now. She lifts you up from her chest, and her hands gently pull your face in, she lips are soft, and it's not long before you feel her tongue slide inside, its thinner than a human's. She explores every corner of your mouth, and eventually pushes it deeper, you squirm in the iron grip of her tail, but there's no way to escape, and her tongue slides deeper and deeper. You can feel it in your throat, it almost tickles, but as she continues, the pleasure builds. Soon, you can feel your excitement growing, soaking your underwear.

When she finally pulls you away, it takes every bit of strength to not beg her to keep going. Your mind is slowly sliding away, but you don't want it to. You want to feel everything she has to offer. And its between gasping breathes that you smile and ask if there's anything else she wants.

She smiles, and lifts you up. Her hands slide down to her waist, and your eyes follow. They slide to a small, scaly slit, just below where her skin ends and her scales begin. It, oddly enough, has a small heart shaved into the hair above. You're about to giggle at the silliness of it, when her hands pull the slit open, and out slide two, tiny penises, one on top of the other.

They're small, even by human standards, but still you watch as they grow hard under her gentle stroking.

She pulls you down, unwinding her tail to free your arms, and presses you against her warm scales. The two tiny twitching things glisten a few inches in front of you. With your arms free, you reach over to them. They're soft, you expected them to be rough or scaly, but they're silky smooth, and a dull red color. As you look closer, they're definitely not human. They look exactly like an old toy you had years ago. Each one bulges near the head, thins out, and then flares out again near the base. As you take over for her hands, you can feel how hot they are. Almost too hot to touch, and you swear you can see steam rising from her slit as her body heat meets the cool air of the apartment.

Your fingers trace patterns on each of her cocks, and you wonder how she'll manage to get them inside, when you notice they're not quite as small as you thought. Maybe 3 or 4 inches long, and so you decide at that moment to wrap your lips around one, while stroking the other. You can feel her body shaking as pleasure washes over her. Her moans are breathy and low, and you look up expecting to meet her eyes, but her hands are working her huge chest so furiously you can't see her face.

Her tail loosens as her pleasure grows, and soon you can slide out of her grip, positioning yourself so you can take both of her cute, little cocks in your mouth. Her moans get louder as you run your tongue over her members, and it's not long before her hips are bucking underneath you. As her moans reach a crescendo, her tail pushes your head further into her soft skin, and you feel the little things in your mouth begin to twitch and throb harder. Soon enough, you feel her cumming. Despite their small size, her load is big, shockingly so. You have trouble swallowing it all, and much of it escapes your lips, despite your best efforts.

As her climax subsides, her tail relaxes, almost flopping onto the floor, and you pull yourself up, cum and spit still dripping from your chin.

Bethany looks down at you, her chest heaving, and with surprising strength pulls you in for another kiss. Once again, her tongue slides into your mouth, and you can feel that same sensation as before, the slow numbing feeling. When she finally releases your head, you don't pull away. You can feel her lips curl into a smile, and her tongue pushes back in. Your bodies press against each other, her hands holding you close, and her tail sliding between your legs and somehow managing to unzip your pants, and take them off.

Pressing her tail against your soaking wet underwear, your hips grind against it with without even thinking. And the fog from whatever substance her tongue is getting you high on, grows. Before you know it, you're on her bed, naked and spread eagle.

Her tail slides up your leg, and teases your clit, the tip flicking back and forth as she leans forward and engulfs your nipple with her hungry maw. The combination of her sucking and her tongue leave you speechless, not even moans can escape as your fire spreads through your body. Ecstasy like no other courses through your veins, and as she moves from one nipple to the other, you see something that startles you, even through the fog.

Your nipple is bright red and swollen like never before, and as her saliva meets the cool air, you watch as it gets even harder, straining against itself. And it's as you notice this, that you feel her tail slip inside you. It's so thick, and the tip is so long that she can just keep sliding it deeper and deeper, but your body gladly accepts it, craves it. As Bethany releases your nipple, the rest of her tail slides underneath you, and lifts you to her lips. Her hands grasp you, and her questing tongue finds your clit just before her lips wrap around it. And just like your nipples, she sucks and plays her tongue across it. At the same moment, her hands creep up to your chest, and begin to twirl your overstimulated nipples. Within seconds, an orgasm rolls through your body, shaking it in her grasp, but still her tongue twirls, and her lips suck, and her fingers play and tug. Only after the third one does she finally release your clit, only to wrap her tongue around her tail as it slides in and out. Even the small amount of saliva that makes its way into you is enough to make your already sensitive pussy tingle and then throb. You can feel it growing tighter and tighter, until her tail has to force its way in with each thrust. And once again, she draws orgasm after orgasm from you until your body hangs limping on her coiled tail.

And still she doesn't stop, not until the orgasms knock you out.

When you awaken, her tail is gently wrapped around both of you, and she presses your head into her ample chest. Your body feels both looser than ever before, and completely exhausted. Like you were just given a deep muscle massage for hours on end. Shifting to look up at her, you she sees asleep, clearly so exhausted, and it's not long before you drift off as well.

ALTERNATE ENDING if you want something... bigger.