The Big

The day started out normally for Jasper Meadows. That is to say, not in any way normal for most people, but normal for Jasper. It wasn't that he was drastically different from the average eighteen year-old – he attended community college, enjoyed video games, liked girls. He just also happened to have a three-foot cock as thick as his thigh and testicles each more than a foot across.

Many years ago, Jasper had fallen victim to Hyperexpansion Syndrome, or what people simply just referred to as Big. Nobody knew what caused it or how it worked, but people suddenly started developing in all sorts of bizarre and hypersexual ways. There was no cure. Affected people simply had to resign themselves to lives in new, sexually transformed bodies.

Jasper had lived with his body long enough that, emotionally, philosophically, it didn't bother him much. He sometimes wished he could have had a chance to explore his sexuality as a normal guy, but in a weird sort of fashion he knew he was meant to be this way. Most Big people did. Something about the condition, along with its other fun mental effects, eventually got people to come to peace with it.

No, Jasper's issues were entirely physical. Even when your enhanced body can physically carry it, there's simply no way to easily and conveniently navigate that much volume around. Finding clothes is a problem, too – shirts, sure, no issue, but most pants are a write-off unless they're tailored. Shorts, well, shorts don't cover what needs to be covered. Jasper tended to make do with sweat pants.

Of course, the biggest issue wasn't any of those. Part of the Big package was a Big libido, a hyperaccelerated sex drive. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone more than half an hour without a boner, or more than a couple of hours without cumming. Wanting to cum was a permanent feature of his life. Not only did it make going out incredibly inconvenient, but with the mess his hyper-sized genitals made every orgasm, it made it hard to accommodate. Last time it was measured, Jasper shot eighteen gallons of spunk with every single orgasm. It got desperate enough that his parents swapped rooms, converting the ensuite into Jasper's playroom with an extra-wide drain, where at least a pail of water and a mop could deal with the floods of baby batter. Fortunately, his cum evaporated after a couple of days, meaning they just had to find somewhere to keep it, but it was still capable of causing an obscene mess.

The Big didn't even let up while he was asleep. Despite doing his best to relieve himself before going to sleep, his body's demands continued overnight. At best, he woke up to several gallons of sticky, slimy precum, the glistening remains of a night spent constantly leaking as his body demanded release. At worst, he'd had wet dreams, and woke up to one or more of his hyper-sized loads of spunk. Either way he always woke up steel-hard and utterly desperate to cum.

Most mornings were a multiple-orgasm affair, dealing with the pent-up need from a night's rest. Judging from the size of the lake of white goo on his bedsheets and the amount of overspray on the walls and ceiling, Jasper had cum enough times overnight that he'd get away with only cumming three times before breakfast. On days where he'd not managed to release overnight it could be six or seven.

He extracted himself from the bed, pulling his legs out of a gigantic puddle of spunk. He made getting out of bed look easy despite his size, but his actions were the result of years of practice not squishing or trapping his nuts – carefully avoiding pulling his thighs together, gently pushing the mounds across the bed, before picking them up and lowering them gently down the side of the bed. More than a few times he'd made the mistake of just sliding off the side, only to feel their entire weight drop down onto his bedroom floor, hard. The whole time, his cock swung, bobbed and lurched, glistening strands of precum making their way down the shaft as it throbbed and leaked.

Across the room from his bed he could see where the white tile of his bathroom/playroom began. His parents had knocked out the walls, reasoning that his needs were such that it needed to be part of his bedroom, not partitioned off behind a wall. Not only had it saved some major clean-ups in the past, he'd moved his computer desk next to the tiles for the convenience of both extensive porn browsing sessions and steamy video chats with Big girls from around the world – his two favourite hobbies.

He grunted as his cock flexed with need, resting at an angle from his body. The pumpkin-sized glans sat just above his eye level, glistening enticingly. Jasper extended one hand to the top, running his fingers across the curves of the underside of the head, and reached the other down to start pressing into the thick vein running along the underside. His breath caught, a small appreciative mmm rolling from the back of his throat. His legs gently pressed against his sack, rolling his enormous nuts against each other, and then his hands gripped and began to tug.

Part of what helped him be so at peace about his condition was that he really, truly did love jacking off. Being Big opened up heights of sexual pleasure and satisfaction that ordinary people simply could not reach. It never got dull, he was never bored with it – it was always enticing, even exciting, to play with himself, to experience his gigantic cock again. He had a life outside his condition but frankly, if he were being perfectly honest, he could happily just spend every day for the rest of his life masturbating.

Like most Big people, Jasper could still walk despite his absurd size. Deep down he knew it was something to be thankful for, but he always felt slightly jealous of the stories he heard on the internet of people so Big they couldn't move. Guys who had to drag their giant dicks. Girls pinned to the ground by their breasts. An excuse to just do nothing but cum. Sometimes he masturbated to the idea, of his balls growing so huge and heavy that all he could do was relieve the pressure in them endlessly.

He felt the growing heavy feeling in his gut and his balls, and, panting, he stood up, still stroking himself. He tucked his balls in behind his calves, shuffling forward to minimise bouncing until he was at the edge of the tile, pointing his dick at the open door of the double-wide shower recess. He could no longer reach the end of his dick without bending forward, so he moved both hands next to each other, pumping at the base of his cock, until he felt the empty pangs of sensation running up the underside and the fluid tightness in his balls that he knew intimately but somehow never tired of.

He yelped, his body tightening up. His first shot would actually not be his biggest – a massive glob of cum that belched slowly from the slit of his cock, half dripping down to the floor, half rolling down the underside of his shaft. That's because the pressure would still be building for his second shot, where his muscles seized, tightened like a bowstring and started to propel no less than three gallons of thick spunk into the air at substantial velocity. The thick rope exited his body with audible glooping sounds, launching across the entire tiled sub-room to splatter against the far wall. His eyes rolled, throat gurgling, the supernatural sensation of his orgasm sparking across his brain and practically shorting it out.

There was a moment of pause after his second shot, the pleasure welling back up, his muscles tightening back up in preparation, a supercharged version of the feeling just before orgasm began, and then the pleasure snapped back as he shot an even larger load. Cum piled on top of cum, thick pearly puddles spreading across the tiles. Jasper's legs wobbled, one hand reaching out for the nearby counter as the other kept tugging at his dick.

His fourth cumshot was still voluminous but less powerful, creating a slimy trail that led to the puddles of destruction in the shower recess. Same for the fifth and sixth, where finally the pressure began to relent and his cock simply began to belch thick strings that flung lazily across the floor and drip down. If he hadn't cum overnight, he would easily have had to endure another two or three cripplingly-hard shots earlier on. The eleventh rope was the final spurt, a rallying cry that made him shudder and moan as it left his body, and then he was done.

He always treasured these moments, just after unleashing his body. Suffused with the warm pleasure of afterglow, holding his enormous, virile cock, staring down the length of it at the scene of manly, sexual carnage, the sea of his raw sexuality he'd just sprayed across the room in his fit of overdeveloped self-pleasure. The only thing better was when his hands started stroking him back into preparation for round 2.



Samantha Meadows knew better than to bother her son in the morning. It wasn't that he was moody or aggressive about it – quite the opposite. He was more than happy to acknowledge her and talk, it's just that he would continue to shamelessly masturbate while he did.

She tried not to let her son's condition bother her, and mostly succeeded. She'd learned to deal with his clothing requirements, the laundry burden, and the general, hypothetical idea of his sexual needs. She knew he needed it, he sorted himself out, and that was that. He was even being more courteous in his cleaning lately, much to her relief, but she still considered it primarily her duty to avoid walking in on him tending to himself. Big people often had issues with the concepts of inappropriate behaviour, shame and decorum, and while her darling boy had trained himself out of some of the way he used to behave in public after becoming Big, the idea of stopping his self-pleasure to talk to his parents was a step too far.

The doorbell rang, and suspecting who it was, she made her way to the door before her husband did. Daniel was always far too keen to greet the neighbour's daughter and her son's casual girlfriend.

Elena Petrovic greeted her with an almost glittering smile. "Good morning Mrs. Meadows! I was just stopping over to say hi to Jasper!"

Elena was nineteen, with strong features, long dark hair, brown eyes and olive-tone skin. Her most striking feature, though, was two striking features – two ridiculously enormous breasts that spanned almost her entire body from chest to knees, like the girl was suspending beanbags from her upper torso. They bounced against each other, jiggling and jostling and wobbling, and even with the loose, tent-sized blouse she was wearing, her nipples pointing at an angle towards the ground, Samantha could still see the grapefruit-sized bumps against the fabric.

Completely hidden from view from the front, Elena's Big had also made its way to her rump. Two basketball-sized ass cheeks were nestled in a set of seventy-inch-wide hips and topping thick, meaty thighs. Everywhere else, though, Elena was fit and slim – almost unfairly so in Samantha's opinion. The girl had a trim waist, slim arms and small calves with dainty feet – far too dainty to carry their gluteal bounty, if Elena had been a normal girl. She was wearing a pair of extra-large booty shorts that revealed a substantial amount of her oversized cheeks, and a pair of small flip-flops. No bra, of course, but Samantha was used to that and it wasn't as if the poor girl could find one that would be any use – nor was it as if she needed one. Probably no underwear either, and that was none of Samantha's business at all.

Samantha smiled back. It was funny, the way they maintained this façade. Part of her commitment to not intruding in any way to her son's love life was pretending that Elena "saying hi" meant anything but fucking. It wasn't as if her needs were any less boundless or urgent than Jasper's, and Jasper's room was just simply better equipped for their activities.

"Hi Elly. Jasper's just in his room. He's probably in the middle of his, um, morning routine." She saw Elena bite her lip on the receipt of that information. "You just head straight down the hall, okay honey?"

"Thank you, ma'am!" Samantha could never claim the girl was anything but unfailingly polite, and she'd even tried hard to stop fooling around with Jasper on the occasions when Samantha had accidentally walked in on them. She never totally succeeded, and the effort was completely spoiled when Jasper would casually ask his mother what she needed while continuing to plow Elena without a hint of embarrassment, but Samantha at least appreciated the effort.

Elena stood at the entrance for a moment, looking side to side, twisting her heel into the welcome mat. Samantha's brow furrowed, before she realised where she was standing.

"Oh, sorry dear!" She stepped to the side, leaving extra space in front of the door. More politeness and self-control from the girl. Though the magic of Big meant Elena bore the weight without too much trouble, she was carrying well over a thousand pounds of breastflesh and the momentum was enough to send someone flying from even a casual bump. Even if she was being careful not to hurt people, though, Elena had enough presence of mind to realise not everyone in the world felt like being pressed into the side of her fleshy bounty. Jasper wasn't as considerate – more than once Samantha had had to admonish her son for not having enough awareness of the bulk of his testicles and how they were impeding on others, including herself sometimes.

Elena stepped through the door, first hooking one breast around the frame and then turning and stepping backwards to hook the other through. They were far too wide for her to go through the average doorframe front-on. She gave Samantha a sheepish smile and made her way down the hall, stepping diagonally to accommodate her size. Samantha watched her enormous ass wiggle behind her as she went.

"What was that, honey?" Daniel emerged from the kitchen. Samantha shrugged. "It was just Elly coming to visit, dear."

"Oh, I missed her?" Samantha shot him a withering look. She knew, deep down, that most of what she was dealing with was a confluence of unfortunate accidents. It wasn't her husband's fault that he was remarkably handsome for a man in his late 40s, and it wasn't Elena's fault that the girl was a sexual caricature and uncontrollably, magnetically attracted to him. She tried her very hardest to not let it slip out, and Samantha knew even at the times when she'd caught Elena outrageously flirting that it wasn't intentional. It still tested her patience to its absolute limits when Elena accidentally called him "daddy" or when Daniel seemed all too keen to see the girl pass through on her frequent visits.

Daniel caught the look. "I mean, um, that's nice. I hope she and Jasper have fun?"

Samantha sighed. "You know they will."



Jasper was halfway through his third orgasm of the morning when he heard his door click open. He turned one eye lazily towards the door, but broke out into a grin when he saw the gigantic swell of blouse-covered breast enter, followed by Elena. She manoeuvred her other breast in, pressed the door closed and pushed her back against the wall, fixing his gaze with hooded eyes.

"Good morning, my big, manly cock monster."

Jasper kept grinning, still pumping his cock. Elena's eyes were now following it, and then to the mounds of dozens of gallons of cum left by his exploits.

"Good morning to my favourite big, fat pleasure pillows."

She giggled, moving her hands down to press the enormous mounds together and lift them up slightly. "Your big, fat pleasure pillows missed you. I've cum five times this morning and I still can't get that giant log of man-meat out of my head."

"Can you ever?"

She giggled again. "Sometimes, when I've got another guy or a really hot girl in front of me. My big beautiful boobies know what they really need, though – they need Big cock."

In a practised motion she slipped her blouse off and cast it aside, and did the same with her shorts, stepping out of them daintily. Grapefruit-sized dark brown nipples greeted the air of his bedroom. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from the side, sandwiching him between her breasts. She pushed her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth, moaning passionately as his cock bumped against the side of her bouncing, jiggling tit.

She pushed her breasts together, her Big-enhanced strength letting her manipulate the vast bulk, squeezing her lover between them and disrupting his stroking. "Stop that, I want to make you cum. First between my tits, and then however you want it. How many times have you cum this morning?"

He grunted. "Only two, babe."

She licked her lips. "Oh you must need it bad, then. Okay so first between my boobies, then with me sitting on you, smothered in my tits, rubbing my huge ass up and down your cock and belly, and then it goes in and we seriously fuck."

She felt it lurch against her breast, and moaned. "Oh yeah, I think he likes that idea."

She let Jasper go, turning around his body until she could plant her ass on the tiles. Her cheeks spread across the hard surface and she could feel strings of his cum working their way up between her cheeks, which only made her more ready to go. She laid back, shivering at the slimy feel of his man-batter, and grunted, lifting her tits together to make a line of cleavage that looked like it went for miles. Her tiny arms sank into the overflowing flesh, the extremities of her breasts bouncing and wobbling in their own orbits.

"Fuck my tits, Jasper."

He dropped his dick between them without ceremony, kneeling either side of her waist. Covered in precum and actual cum, it needed no further lubrication. Jasper added his hands to Elena's own, pressing her tits together and starting to thrust, fucking the sloshing mountains hard. Elena immediately started to squeal. Like Jasper, like all Big people, she revelled in her size. It was more than that for her, though. Nothing felt more right to her than her tits being a plaything, a set of pleasure pillows custom-built for sucking and stroking and extracting load after load of cum from cocks. It simultaneously provided her more pleasure than she could ever have imagined and completely clarified her place in the world in a way no ordinary person could ever aspire to.

Elena had gone Big a few years after Jasper did, and unlike Jasper she was already blossoming when the condition hit. While not as much as someone who became Big in their 20s, Elena at least had a baseline for her sexuality before her breasts had ballooned up, before the Big libido hit, and she knew totally, completely, that she wouldn't ever go back. The comfort she was able to find in knowing what her life was meant for, her purpose on the earth, was worth any hardship of being Big – and even those hardships mostly just served to remind her of her giant, soft, sensual, orgasmically sensitive, life-affirming titties.

She did her best to pump them up and down Jasper's shaft, her supernatural strength able to shift them up and down despite their inclination to slosh like a wave pool. She could feel every stroke in the core of her brain, buzzing her hyper-enhanced libido with reward for using her tits for what they were built for. A good amount of Jasper's length poked out of her cleavage, and she started to lick it on each stroke, catching his eyes over the motion of her ocean of breast when she got the chance. His balls rubbed and bounced against her thighs, the weight creating delicious pressure on her crotch.

"Ff-fuck yeah, Jasper, fuck my tits! C-cover me in your jizz! God you're so fucking big!"

It wasn't just dirty talk for her boyfriend's benefit, although she certainly knew that talking about him being big and cumming hard revved him up. She really did love being underneath his gargantuan cock, on the receiving end of gallons and gallons of spunk. She normally revelled in being big, but feeling small compared to Jasper's penis was her happy place.

They certainly weren't exclusive – they both understood each other's needs and that being Big just simply wasn't compatible with monogamy. Occasionally they told each other about their polyamorous trysts as they fucked each other. But Jasper loved how Elena felt about him and his size, and while Elena knew bigger cocks existed, she'd never encountered one, and certainly not one worth giving up the lovely boy next door she'd grown up with.

"G-god, baby, please, you're so big, you're so big, please, shoot off that giant cock and fucking drown me in your cum!"

That was the other thing that cemented for her that being Big was right for her – if she wasn't Big, then Jasper wouldn't be with her. And she knew she was meant to be with Jasper.

She felt the increasing urgency of his thrusts, she heard him grunting and moaning harder. "E-elly, oh fuck, Elly, I'm gonna-"

She whined. "Yeah baby, oh please, let that giant fucking cum cannon go, don't hold back! Fuck, you're the biggest cock in the world, you're so big, so manly-"

That pushed him over the edge, and with a rattling moan his cock let out its first shot. Elena loved every minute of his leviathan cumshots, but in a strange way his first little pseudo-shot was her favourite. She loved watching his cockslit spread open as the enormous glob of spunk just rolled out. It really let her appreciate how hot and thick and viscous it was in a way she really couldn't when it was blasting her like it was coming out of a firehose. She allowed herself a moment to take it in before shuffling back, her ass cheeks slick on the tile, grabbing his cock with both hands and pointing it straight at the cleft between her mammoth tits.

It fired. It caught her full in the chest, splattering up across her face and across her rack, dripping down in high-speed rivulets across her tummy and pooling into her thick thighs. That was it for her, and her squeal joined Jasper's gasping moans as she started to cum as well – partially from the simulation of her tits, partially just from the sensation of being completely dominated by her boyfriend's overwhelming virility.

She kept cumming as he kept shooting, and soon Elena was coated in a thick veneer of pearly goo. Her hands massaged it into her breasts, extending her orgasm, staring up at Jasper with her hooded eyes through strings of spunk. When Jasper finally finished, he staggered to the side, falling into his computer chair, and Elena just exalted in rubbing his seed into every part of her body.

"I-" she gurgled, then wiped away the strings of cum around her mouth. "Jasper. I love you."

"Me too, babe." He was panting, still recovering in his chair. She shook her head.

"No, not just "me too." I love you."

He looked down at her, a tiny dark-haired slip of a girl carrying around breasts ten times heavier than her, heaving around her gigantic ass like luggage, basted head to toe in his jizz.

"I… I love you too. Fuck. You really are the best."

She giggled. "No, you're the best. I just happen to have the perfect body for the best."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"No, you."

They stared at each other for a moment, and burst into laughter. Elena's laughter soon turned into giggles, which soon turned into husky breathing.

"So I know I made a plan earlier, but how would you feel if we broke the plan a little bit and you just went straight to fucking my butt?"



There were only two characteristics shared by all Big people. One was their sex drive. The other was the fact that they could always, without question, have sex with each other – no matter the logistics involved. When he'd first transformed, Jasper thought that dashed his hopes completely of ever actually being inside a woman. However, as it turned out, it just meant his options were a little more restricted.

No matter the nature of their transformation, Big people's vulvas and asses could always accept the penis of another Big person. They could stretch to any size and return to complete tightness afterwards. Their insides could contort, rearrange and accommodate any length. How it all happened was as much a mystery as where Big people got all the extra flesh, how a human body could support a three foot erection or breasts heavier than ten people or how someone can ejaculate gallons every day, but they revelled in their elasticity.

Some Big people, however, took it a step further. People with Big rears – the ass, hip and thigh expansion that Elena had, for example, could not just be fucked in the ass, but could do it perfectly cleanly and not just painlessly, but utterly pleasurably. She still generally preferred her breasts being played with and fucked, but as far as giving up a warm hole to Jasper, her transformation meant her butt was always ready, required no preparation or cleanup and never failed to make her cum cripplingly hard.

She flopped over, still coated in cum and sitting in puddles of it. She rested atop her breasts like fleshy beanbags, both giving her a warm, comfortable pillow to sit on and tantalising her immense nipples against the cold tile and streaks of cum. She lifted her butt, wiggling her cheeks at her lover. He immediately stepped forward, resting his still-mostly-hard cock in the cleft of her butt, starting to rub it up and down against her. She cooed, rocking back and forth on her tits to assist his motion.

"Yeah lover, come on. I know you can still get hard. Do you want to stretch me wide open with your big fucking log of a cock? You can only cram it in my butt if you get hard, lover."

She heard him groan and giggled, pushing back against him so that his cock stood straight up, pressing her butt-cheeks against his crotch. She felt his nutsack press against her thighs, resting on her calves, and lightly pulled her legs up so she could feel the warmth of the immense orbs against the lower curve of her ass.

"They say guys only like little perky pixie butts, Jasper, did you know that? Tiny little nothing asses with not an ounce of fat on them." She rubbed her cheeks up and down the bottom of his pole. "It's really sad that I only have this big, fat. thick, juicy butt instead, isn't it? I just don't think I can get you hard with my massive ass?"

Another stroke of her cheeks told her he was back to rigid hardness, and she could feel hot precum sliding down the length of his pole. She felt his dick slide all the way back, the bumps at the bottom of the ridge surrounding his glans catch the outmost protrusion of her buttocks, and then felt the oozing tip press between her cheeks. She didn't even get a chance to coo before he pushed, inserting the entire head of his cock into her ass.

She'd once made Jasper take a video with his smartphone when he entered her, and watching her ass stretch to take his giant cock was shocking, even for someone outweighed ten times over by their own breasts. She had, however, happily observed the bulge his cock created in her stomach when he pushed inside her. It was weird and frightening at first, but even from the start felt too good to really fear, and by now she was completely used to it.

Her mouth dropped open, tongue lolling, eyes crossing slightly as Jasper's tree-trunk cock slid deeper and deeper inside her. She rocked thoughtlessly on her breasts, working him in bit by bit, filling herself completely with hot, throbbing dick. It slowly started to emerge from underneath her stomach, the trim flesh stretching to make room for the gigantic cockhead inside her.

She wiggled and squealed the whole way down, and when Jasper finally bottomed out, his balls bouncing against the back of her thighs, his cock pushing against the underside of her breasts from inside her belly, she started to cum. She choked and gurgled, her head pitching forward into the doughy swell of her tits, her spasmodic shuddering atop the sensitive masses only compounding the strength of her orgasm.

"Ffffuck! Oh sh-shit, aah-uh-uh-uhhhh…"

Jasper slid back, and Elena shrieked as his cock stirred her up, seizing and shaking harder. Her arms flailed, groping at the sea of breastflesh underneath her. She felt Jasper's hands on her ass, gripping hard, anchoring him as he pushed back inside her. His balls thudded into her, his grunts and gasps mingling with her moaning and whining. Her orgasm abated but didn't actually fade completely, the pulsing pleasure continuing as he fucked her. Elena's body had transcended mere multiple orgasms – if she was being fucked right, once she began cumming she could spend the entire session in one big super-orgasm that simply peaked and bottomed.

Elena's brain marinated in pleasure signals while Jasper revelled in her supernaturally-fuckable ass, her insides squeezing and rippling around his pole, stomach flesh stretching like rubber. He drew one hand back and slapped it firmly into her cheek, making her pitch forward and squeal again, her orgasm peaking as the sensation shuddered through her body.

A few more minutes of thrusting, kneading and spanking, Elena shrieking through at least three more peaks of her orgasm, and Jasper felt the hollow sensation that heralded his orgasm spreading through the underside of his cock. His hands slid across her cheeks to grip her tiny waist as his thrusts became more desperate. Elena felt the change in his rhythm and almost on instinct began to work her hips more, wiggling her ass from side to side and squeezing to stimulate him.

He growled, cursing, pushing up until his legs were pressed against her ass, hips jerking as his cock began to unleash his monumental cumload inside of her. She howled as she felt cum flood her body, eighteen gallons of thick goo bursting into her stomach, her midriff blowing up like a water balloon to hold Jasper's potent bounty. By the time he sighed happily, pulling back as his cock finished shooting, Elena was raised even further in the air, propped up on a stomach nearly three and a half feet across. Jasper pulled back, pulling his cock out with a pop and a glob of cum, his softening pole still connected by a drooping rope of the stuff. He collapsed back into his chair, while Elena just sighed and rested on her breasts. She could feel her stomach already starting to work on the load, already starting to shrink slightly.

Big people's semen normally eventually evaporated after a couple of days, but inside another Big person, it took mere minutes. It wasn't her favourite thing about being Big, but Elena enjoyed the temporary sensation of being weighed down, immobile while her body processed away the load she'd just taken. By the time it shrunk back down enough that Elena could roll over and lift herself back up onto her feet, Jasper had already gotten dressed, pulling on a t-shirt and pair of sweats. Elena giggled at how much the fabric had to stretch over his junk, the whole curve of his flaccid cock and giant balls completely visible, gathered up into a huge flattened mound that projected almost two feet in front of his body.

"Not even any pillow talk? What if I wanted to cuddle?"

"When do we ever cuddle? It always turns into sex."

"I want to cuddle your dick with my boobs."

He grunted. "That sounds really good, but we have to go out today, remember?"

She groaned. "Yeah, I know, it's just… Ugh. Why can't people just leave us alone to be naked and fuck all the time?"

He grinned. "You know I'm up for that, babe."

"Yeah but try telling a normie that. Ugh, my mom is the worst." She walked over to the wall, grabbing a towel and rubbing off as much cum as she could reach. "Elena, you should be thinking about your education! Elena, your grades are too low! Elena, you'll never become a doctor if you keep this up! She just doesn't fucking get it."

She walked back over to her clothes, crouching and picking them up from the side. "I mean fuck, I play nicely. Way more nicely than I have to, honestly. But she still acts like this is just a phase and in a year or two I'm going to get over it and go to med school. Like this is just some unfortunate accident I'm ashamed of, like I wish I wasn't Big!"

He shrugged. "Maybe you shouldn't try as hard."

She snorted. "You would say that, you brat."

"Well, seriously. Why should you pretend you're anything but proud of what you are? We're better than them, babe."

She gasped, wide-eyed, but he went on. "Oh come on Elly, you know it's true, and I don't feel bad about saying it because they fucking pity us. You said it yourself, like we're victims of an accident and we're just keeping a stiff upper lip and dealing as best we can. But we don't have any fucked up issues about what we're supposed to be doing or what we're for. We don't want anything more than each other. We have these amazing bodies and we can experience things they could never dream of. We're just… It's better, being Big."

She bit her lip, grinding one heel into the carpet. "You say that like we aren't human, Jasper."

"Are we?"

She raised her hand, mouth opening, then paused. Jasper looked her in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. "Okay that might have been going too far. But we're different. And better."

She extended her hand forward, caressing down his cheek, smiling faintly. "Maybe you're right. I am happy and proud of what I am, don't think I'm ever not. And even if I wasn't, it'd be worth it to be with you. I'm just not sure I'm willing to, like, go as far as saying I'm not a human being any more, mm?"

He nodded. "Yeah, of course. I was being silly, babe. Anyway, uh, are you coming?" He held out his hand to her.

"No, I just did like five times." They looked at each other for a minute and sniggered. She held out her hand and placed it in his. "Yeah, okay. Lead the way."

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Their eyes flickered to a litany of agreement in the stream chat. They coughed, looking back into the camera and shrugging their shoulders back. A pair of exceptionally large breasts were nestled behind an argyle-print woollen sweater vest over a plain white blouse.

“Welcome to my Stretch Goal Stream! As you all know, I promised a very special treat for all my sponsors if my Sponseor hit fifteen hundred a month, and well…”

They held their arms out with a silly grin. “I can’t thank you all enough for your love and support! Part of why I started my Muddlr was to become more comfortable with myself, to learn to love myself, and you’ve been so important for that, even before I started Sponseor for people who wanted to support my journey.”

The side of their mouth curled up, and they gently shook their chest. “Of course, you’re not here to hear me tell you how great you are, are you? You’re here for an intimate night with Princess Penis.”

The chat exploded with agreement, and they giggled. They sat back on the bed with their legs apart, showing off their black skirt, thigh-high white socks and black pumps, as well as their vast, thick thighs that led up to a rear the skirt struggled to cover.

“Of course, you’d all remember the Sponseor poll for what I’d wear for this stream – and no, “nothing” wasn’t an acceptable option, despite its popularity.” They stuck out their tongue. “Naughty librarian” was the winner, so you’ll notice that I’ve chosen a fetching ensemble that suggests what I could do for you without too much… Advertising, let’s say.”

They bit their lip, staring at the camera. “Of course you all know my wardrobe options are a little limited – and none of you have a problem with that, do you?”

They crossed their arms under their bust, and winked. “So, what questions do you have for your naughty librarian?”

Their heart was still hammering as the chat scrolled, despite their calm and lascivious exterior. They kept reminding them that it was a safe space – a space of their most dedicated fans. Their eyes spotted the first question.

They raised their eyebrows. “I’m legal, if that’s what you were worried about. I’m twenty-four.”

More questions flashed up, some ordinary, some exceptionally lewd. They felt their breathing grow heavier as their body started to react, their libido surging. They pulled their arms under the hem of their sweater and slipped it up, revealing the blouse buttoned tightly over their lush body which prickled with a cold sweat of fear.

Of course, they’d been less clothed than this before on their Muddlr blog. They’d done all manner of unspeakable things, but only in stills. Not on a live broadcast, like this. It brought back all sorts of memories for them – not great ones, memories of trying to hide themself while changing, keeping them and their body out of sight, avoiding as much attention as possible. They’d never been able to undress even in front of their partners, but they knew they needed to put it behind them and force them to get more comfortable.

The next question they grabbed – what are your measurements? They giggled as they kicked off their high heels, wiggling their sock-clad toes at the camera. A few of their fans had asked for custom feet pics before.

“Why are you guys wasting time on questions that you can find on my muddlog? My measurements are thirty-four-J, thirty, fourty-four. Well, thirty-four-J most of the time.”

They blushed watching an energetic round of cheering in the chat. It had taken them years to come to terms with the fact that there were people who considered their body attractive, not gross and fat. They’d been slim and skinny when they were younger, but since puberty nothing they did had been able to stop them from hourglassing out dramatically. They could feel dull pressure building in their breasts.

The questions kept rolling as their breathing grew heavier. One of the major milestones in their journey had been working to transfer the trepidation and fear of discovery they associated with their body into the slow-burn of lust they felt constantly. They’d been moderately successful, but with the odd side effect of gradually turning them into an exhibitionist – and now as much as their heart was pounding in fear, they were very much getting off on being watched.

It was obvious from how many people were asking it what the next question had to be – why their body was the way it was. They knew it had to be coming, but it still caught them by surprise. They were sure their face dropped for a minute, but they quickly replaced it with the wry smile that they’d decided was going to be their shield for the night.

“Well now, that’s a real question.” They began to unbutton their blouse while they went on to answer. “The funny thing is I know, but I don’t really know. I have an extremely rare endocrine disorder. A unique one, actually. They think it’s something genetic, but what isn’t?”

They pulled their blouse against them and, as well as outlining their oversized bra, there was a thick cylindrical indentation from the bottom of their stomach up to their sternum. Revealing that made them hold their breath as their heart thudded, their deepest secret being broadcast on video to the entire world.

“Whatever’s causing it, my bloodstream is this fucked-up hormonal cocktail. There’s shit in there that shouldn’t be there, and there’s shit in there that shouldn’t exist. Literally like four or five compounds that they’ve never seen before and couldn’t make in a lab if they tried.”

They got three buttons down, and leaned back slightly, revealing the bulbous head of a huge, thick penis.

Their screenname, of course, was not simply a declaration of their interests, it was a very relevant physical descriptor. Hitting puberty not only unlocked their figure, but also triggered a bump to sprout in their groin. That bump didn’t take long to turn into a small penis, which in turn didn’t take long to turn into a moderately-sized penis, which took not much longer to turn into a big penis. It was the core of their insecurity, the foundation of their dysphoria and by this point a tremendous part of their life.

They allowed themself a silent, still moment of fear as the head peeked over the front of their blouse, ignoring the wet patches either side of it.  Of course, they’d been doing well enough at associating their fear with their arousal that the shock made it throb hard.

“So. This flood of weird shit in my body is the reason for everything in front of you. It keeps me thick and curvy and maintains this big dick that you all like so much – plus the huge balls that feed it.”

It felt good to sit there and explain it – they couldn’t ever bring them to tell anyone face-to-face, and an undifferentiated mass of people who were at least nominally on their side was the safest bet. It also felt good to let the air caress their glans. They kept talking as they unzipped the side of their skirt and started to slide it down their legs.

“There’s some side effects. Nothing deadly. Couple of smaller things. I have a high body temperature, so I get hot easily and sweat a lot. I get blood sugar issues and have weird sleep patterns. I have an overactive appetite, put on weight really easily, but it all goes onto my tits and ass.”

They slipped their legs out of the skirt and kicked it off with a curvaceous leg. Clad only in a pair of oversized white panties was what was clearly a gigantic scrotum, each of its testicles the size of a billiard ball. They spread their sock-clad legs for the camera, their dick pulsing hard with the erotic thrill of showing off.

“That’s not what you care about though, is it sweethearts?” They winked, their balls jostling in their cloth prison. “There are five major side effects. You probably know about them, but let’s talk about them.”

They decided to add a second piece of clothing to this question. They found it oddly easy to keep talking, and it felt good to get it off their chest. They began to unbutton the rest of their blouse, moaning happily as their cock swung down and away from their body. It was a full fourteen inches long and seven inches around. One of their hands couldn’t completely circle its astounding girth. Their breasts were leaking a pale fluid.

“That’s the first. I have a cock. I’ve had a cock for over a decade now, and it’s grown pretty continually over that time. It’s mostly stopped growing now, sorry to disappoint. Everything about it is completely functional.”

They squeezed their tits, moaning lightly as milk sprayed from their nipples. “The second is I lactate. Pretty heavily. Around a gallon every day. Things get really painful if I don’t drain them at least twice a day. They get fucking huge too.”

They leaned back against the head of the bed, taking a perfect pose in front of the camera for their audience to be able to see their face and breasts as well as the entirety of their cock and balls, along with a generous amount of their thick thighs.

“The third is cyclical. I have a cycle like a woman does, but the hormones mean it’s, well… Different. You know how girls get like a bit swollen and bloaty when they’re on their period? My body goes nuts. My tits bloat up like crazy, my milk goes into overdrive, I retain water everywhere and even my cock gets bigger and leaks like crazy. My skin gets even hotter so I’m all prickly and sweaty and bloated and sensitive. I have a different set of clothes for when I’m on my cycle. It sucks, but I’m sure a bunch of you guys don’t mind me getting bigger and thicker and hornier for a few days every month, hmm?”

They gripped their huge dick about a quarter of the way down towards the base, gently starting to tug it up and down, taking a rattling breath before going on, slowly jerking themself off as they spoke to their audience.

“The fourth one is my libido. The hormones mean my sex drive is through the roof. I’m horny more often than not, I get turned on really easily, even when I’m not on my cycle. A slow day for me is only cumming five times. I, uh, can’t really cum less than that.”

They reached up and gripped one of their pillowy breasts, sending a stream of milk squirting out across the bed as their cock lurched hard. They couldn’t help but moan.

“That’s because of th-the last one, my semen production. I make so much of it, constantly. Whether I’m horny or not, whether I’m sleeping, working out, whatever-hhnng, my body just keeps producing cum. Non-stop.”

Their hand was moving faster across their cock now, slick rivulets of precum providing ample lubrication. They moved their hand down underneath it, tugging their panties off their balls and letting the bloated orbs sit free, falling on the bed. They gasped as they tried to get on top of the sensations to keep talking.

“Ffffuck. Mmm. And if I don’t cum often enough, it builds up in the bottom of my tummy and my balls. I get the- aahnng, the most painful blue balls and cramps. So I’ve gotta cum all the time, and when I do, well, you’ll see…”

They jerked themself off with two hands now, precum still leaking in a steady stream from the slit of their dick. Their breasts were dripping with milk, their face locked in exultant pleasure. It barely even entered their head to stop and realise that they were jerking off in front of a public audience. They grunted and whined, pale skin flushed and sweaty, beginning to stroke faster and faster.

“Nnng. I-ffuuuck, ah-ah! Ah! I’m g-ooh, shu-shit, gonna cuu-eeeeah-uum!”

Their eyes caught the camera, and, biting gently on their lower lip, they kept staring with hooded eyes as their orgasm began to approach.

“W-watch me cum, watch me fucking cum you per-aah! Perverts! I’m-oh! Oh! Ohhhh-“

Their mouth dropped open as their cock strained hard. A huge bead of pearly cum belched out from the end and rolled down the shaft before, with another lurch, their cock shot off hard, blasting a rope of spunk straight up into the air and over Sloane’s body. Their abs and hips bucked with the force of their orgasm, a deep, choking moan rolling from their mouth.

The volume of semen was unbelievable. Each time they shot off, Sloane pumped out two or three times as much cum as an average man’s entire ejaculation. Their orgasm lasted a good twenty seconds of grunting, twitching, bucking and moaning, each shot as powerful as the last until their cock finally began to flag, twitching and pumping out globs of cum that dripped down the shaft. Sloane’s body was covered in thick streaks of their own spunk, including a generous amount smeared across their face and glasses. They sat for a moment, panting, trying to regain composure. They lifted their hand up, examining the strings of cum between their fingers, and gave them a long, gentle lick.

“Mm. Ugh. So that… That was one of my orgasms. A pretty average one. I know there was that controversy going around a while ago about whether I used fake cum in my photos, well, there’s your answer. Last time I tried measuring it I made about ten ounces of cum.”

They smiled at the camera through a pearlescent coating. “And remember I have to do that five times a day, minimum. More when I’m on my period. It gets messy. Also between that and my leaky fucking tits I drink two gallons of water a day just to not dehydrate.”

Their anxiety had mostly faded for now. Having just experienced a full orgasm in the middle of revealing the inner workings of their body in excruciating detail, they were feeling quite comfortable with the situation, especially thanks to a glorious afterglow. They grunted and reached down to slide their panties down sticky legs, lifting their balls slightly to let their pussy breathe.

“More questions, darlings?” Their eyes scanned the scrolling chat as they idly licked cum from their hands. “Do I consider myself male or female? Both. Especially since I’ve become more comfortable with my body. A couple of years back I decided I was nonbinary. I prefer “they.” I don’t like “she” but I’ll grit my teeth and take it. I do not like “he” at all, and “it” can fuck right off, I will flip out.”

They nestled one hand behind their balls, simultaneously playing with them and their juicing pussy, while the other groped lightly at one of their breasts, milk streaming down their body.

“Boyfriend? I’ve had a couple, and a couple of girlfriends. Between my body, my needs and my sex work I’m hard to date. I’m back and forth in a couple of relationships right now with some really cool poly queer people around town, so if you want to get into my pants that’s a good place to start.”

They moaned lightly as their cock started to pulse, slowly filling up to hardness again. They slipped two fingers into their pussy, bringing a sudden let-down of milk from their oversized tits. Their hand bumped against their balls with every stroke.

“Mmf. One downside of my huge balls is it’s hard to play with my pussy, and it’s really awkward to get dick up there. So worth it though… Anyway-aaah, qu-questions?”

Their eyes attempted to scan the chat even as they were unfocusing and rolling in their head. “Uh, how often do I cu-uum? Seven or eight times on a normal day. T-ten or eleven on my period, fffuck. “

Their cock was rallying back to almost full hardness now, glistening with the cum from their previous orgasm. They dropped their breast and began palming the glans, using their thumb to tease the slit.

“Ggh. Am I fertile? Mmm, no prizes for guessing what you’re into, perv. Yes and no. The doctors-hnng- are pretty sure I can’t ha-aave a baby.” They stopped stroking for a moment to answer. “Too many hormones. But they’re like 80% sure that the initial impregnation would trigger a new hormone flood before it failed to take and give me a phantom pregnancy. God only knows what’d happen with that, but their best guesses are it’d probably involve my tits and ass doubling in size, growing a big swollen belly and making ten times the amount of milk. And yes, dear, you can jerk off to that idea, I don’t mind.”

They sat for a moment, not touching their dick, just letting it throb and glisten, taking deep, panting breaths. They grinned as the next question flashed up.

“Can I suck my own dick? That doesn’t sound like a question, that sounds like a request.”

They sat up, leaned forward, tits hanging and bobbing against each other, and suckled the fat head of their cock into their mouth, closing their eyes with an exultant moan. They looked up with their lips stretched around the top of their cock, staring into the camera, and put up a pair of V signs either side of their face with a distorted smile and sparkling eyes. They pulled their mouth off with a pop and licked their lips.

“Starting today, I’m throwing myself 100% into my Sponseor. Sponsor content, commissioned videos, regular chats, slice-of-life updates and blogging, you name it. This journey has been amazing, and I want to continue it with all of you!”

They waved at the camera, winked, and ducked their mouth down onto their cock again, closing their eyes and moaning as they started to suck themself off again. Their hands rose up, cradling their breasts and pressing them around either side of the slick, heaving shaft, gently tugging as they began to increase the speed and ferocity of their sucking.

The stream audio was filled with grunts, moans and slick squishing noises. Spit, milk and precum dripped down the sides of Sloane’s cock. When they’d first realised they were big enough (in both parts) to do this it had been difficult to get the hang of, but by now unless they were feeling unusually sensitive or horny that day they generally managed to tit-fuck and suck themself to completion.

Their abs started to flex underneath their soft midriff. Their breasts were squirting streams across the bed and beneath their balls a wet patch was spreading out from their pussy. It occurred to them, as their orgasm began to build, that doing this while humping something stimulating would feel amazing.

They felt the sensation building in their crotch and along the underside of their cock and settled into a consistent rhythm, carefully keeping time with the orgasmic pulses rising up from the muscles of their crotch and pooling at the end of their cock just below the tip until they felt themselves go over the crest, dropping their tits and taking a deep breath through their nose in anticipation.

With a pained, muffled moan, their dick lurched, their hips bucked and they started shooting off straight into their own mouth. Their eyes rolled back in their head as their mouth filled up with their own cum before they were able to start gulping desperately, the load visibly rolling down their throat. Grunts and mewling noises accompanied their spasms as they unloaded into their own mouth.

When they’d finally finished shooting off they fell back against the pillows propped up against their bedhead, gasping, a trail of cum stringing between the end of their cock and their stretched lips. Their cock started to soften and droop between their thick thighs, laying across the huge mound of their oversized balls. Every visible inch of their lush body, their pendulous boobs, their plush midriff, their massive hips, bore a glistening, slimy coating of cum or milk or both. They looked around at the carnage, panting and biting their lip lightly.

“And that is a normal night, for me. My life gets weird and messy – and I hope you can share it with me.”

They blew a kiss at the camera before leaning forward with a light groan to switch off the stream. Mixed in with the afterglow was a tremendous sense of both relief and satisfaction – not sexual satisfaction, but something much deeper. They smiled. Maybe this was going to work out after all.