Showing posts with label hyper orgasm. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 5, 2026

The Big - Size Queen

Emily barely even noticed the stares any more as she walked down the main street. She didn’t really blame them; she’d also have stared at a ten-foot-tall giantess with breasts the size of beach balls. Even in a world occupied by Big people, Emily was a rare and fascinating example. A freak among freaks.

Three months ago Emily woke up on what was supposed to be a perfectly ordinary day of college on her exchange program. The first thing she'd noticed, stretching out the night's sleep, was the full-body ache. It was like every muscle and joint and even bone in her body was tight, protesting movement, pain not stemming from any obvious source but simply radiating out from inside herself. It wasn't debilitating but it was noticeable. With the sensitivity of the pain she didn't quite notice that her clothes and especially her bra were cutting in, even beyond how concerningly tight they'd become after she'd gained some weight on exchange. If she had, the day's events may not have come as quite so much of a surprise.

Sitting in the lecture theatre, pulling at tight fabric, the combination of physical discomfort and the monotone stream of information let her brain slip a belt and drift gently away into a fog. Her body felt wrong, a sense of unease creeping up and over the aches and pains, like the sensation in the back of your mind when you've forgotten something, but physical. Her skin prickled in slow waves, followed by a dull heat rising out of her aching muscles.

Suddenly, sharp pain blossomed through her entire body, followed by a flare-up of the heat she'd been feeling, the sensation of wrongness sharpening into one of pressure and tightness, like someone grabbing on each end of her limbs and torso and pulling. Pitching forward and looking down past the tiny work table, she saw her legs moving out past the edge, even though she wasn't moving them at all. Looking to the side at her friend Dean, her eyes went wide as she watched the top of his shaggy blond-brown head creeping further down below her eyeline. He turned to her and gasped, his gaze swivelling upwards.

"E–em, you're—"

She yelped as the tightness and pressure surged again, and if there was any doubt that she was growing taller it evaporated as she noticeably moved further away from Dean. The pressure also flowed and concentrated in her chest, building until she felt like her breasts were going to pop, the straps of her bra creaked out a protest and started cutting in savagely.

M-my boobs, what?— The realisation hit her as hard as the surge of growth had. I'm… I'm growing. Oh shit, it's the Big. She looked down at Dean in a panic, who was caught between concern and awe.

"I have to get out of here."

She tried to stand up, but another wave of ache and strain and another surge of size meant she struggled to pull the table out of the way. Her chest flared with pressure again and she heard her bra fail entirely with the snap of abused elastic, and that was where she gave up trying to exit quietly. She wrenched on the table, bending the cheap metal with an astonishing surge of strength and launched herself out of the seat. Dozens of eyes swivelled to her as her now-unimpeded bloating mounds surged forward with another wave of growth like filling water balloons. She easily cleared six feet tall now, her shirt showing a line of midriff and her jeans clinging to her like capris several sizes too small. Every motion was constricted but the Big was relentless, and the pressure of the fabric fought and lost against the pressure inside her pushing her very body inexorably up and out. She stumbled away from her seat, feeling her shirt split down across her shoulders and her jeans split across her rump. She heard her professor say something but all she could hear was static as her mind shut out everything but getting away from where she was.

She was close enough to the door to the room and sprinted for it, realising too late that she didn't fit easily under it any more and clocking herself on the top of the frame before she ducked under it. Out in the foyer she paused, mind racing about where to go and what to do next, and then screamed as an invisible force gripped on either end of her body and stretched it out again, adding another several inches of height. Students passing by to other classes stopped and stared, a few of them pulling out phones, as she snarled in frustration and ripped off the last lingering shreds of her shirt, breasts now larger than her head cascading out into the light of day with the hefty slap of flesh.

Looking around at the crowd of gawping bystanders and then down at her spasmodically-swelling body, there was there was no privacy anywhere close where she would have fit at this point, and continuing to run was pointless. She didn't know much about the Big, and she'd certainly never heard of a person whose Big was in their height before but she'd seen Big breasts, and that was enough to know she wasn't anywhere close to being done growing. She sat back against the wall with a resigned sigh, looked across to a man near her who was staring silent and wide-eyed, and this time the pressure and pain of the surge of growth to her breasts was joined by a slight satisfaction.

"Enjoying the view? I—uuughhh!"

Her toes flexed, her muscles tightening again as her legs stretched further out along the floor and her eyeline crept upwards. She wasn't merely growing taller, she was growing bigger too, her figure keeping proportion with her height, and with that surge of growth her jeans and underwear split and shredded, the scraps hanging from her enormous body and providing only token modesty that became even more token as her body expanded.

"Em?"

Dean was to her side, holding a curtain that had previously sat at the back of the classroom.

"I thought you might want, uh, you know. I wanted to help."

Even poor Dean was struggling to keep his eyes off Emily's gargantuan breasts, especially when Emily moaned and they visibly expanded in front of him, but he swallowed and threw the curtains over her. Emily looked down at him, panting a little bit as she felt herself growing again. The pain of her growth was fading slightly, but it was being replaced in even greater measure with mounting pleasure. It was physical, in that her breasts were growing in sensitivity at the same rate they expanded in size, but it was something else as well. Dean was so small now, not just shorter than her but smaller than her, and she could see in his eyes that he was simultaneously scared and fascinated by it; that fascinated her in turn. What could she do with someone, to someone, so much smaller than her.

"Is that all you wanted, Dean? Just to help?"

He looked up into her huge face as it broke into a moan when pressure bloomed in her boobs and she grew again, and he swallowed. Her hands cradled her breasts, which now curved down level with her navel, pulling inconceivable amounts of flesh up and back against her chest. If her breasts had been this size on her body ten minutes ago they would have been bigger than almost any normal woman's, but at her new height they defied reality, significantly more than the weight of a grown man in each pneumatic mountain.

"I, I–um, uh, I just want to make sure you're okay—"

All the muscles in her torso tightened and a wave of hot pressure forced even more volume into her hips and rear. Pounds upon pounds of new woman spun themselves into existence in a near-instant, making her hiss in pain and suppressed stimulation. Even the huge theatre curtain was increasingly not enough to keep her covered.

"Dean, how could I be okay? Look at me! It's fine, but don't act like you're trying to do anything but cop an eyeful—fuuuck!"

Her boobs filled with pressure and surged forward again, creeping further down her body, plumping up more against her grip, her areolas creeping out beyond where her palms could cover and her nipples alone expanding beyond what she could hold in each hand. She was struck by the image of flattening Dean under one of them, feeling his body completely helpless under the erotic bulk of one of her newly-minted mammaries. This was the most humiliating and awful experience of her life; how could it be making her horny?

"We called an ambulance. They're on their way… And, uh, the fire department."

"Oh, great." The idea was mortifying, but she also had to wave away the image of a group of buff firefighters grabbing her and lifting her out of the building and what she could do to thank them afterwards. Her lower body was blessedly still covered and she just had to hope that meant people couldn't see her rubbing her thighs together. There was nothing else to do but wait—and grow.

* * *

By the time the fire department arrived to extract her she'd finished growing at just over ten feet tall. They got her out, found her some fabric for a makeshift toga and… that was about it.

There was plenty of information and enough assistance for Big people to navigate a world not built for their hyper-sized extremities, but there weren’t enough giants and giantesses like her to be able to support each other. Her life as a Big person was mostly just learning as she went—and you learn a lot of very interesting things from her perspective.

For example, you learn that most buildings are lucky to even have eight-foot ceilings. With eight-foot ceilings, a ten-foot tall person can shuffle about on their knees. No such luck if they’re shorter. You also learn that most second floors of buildings can withstand up to around forty pounds of weight per square foot, and that therefore the second floors of most buildings certainly aren’t able to hold the weight of even just an eight hundred pound woman, let alone one with a ton of breast flesh as well.

You learn which parts of the city are open to you and which aren't. You learn that, ultimately, a lot of normal life goes on in places not designed for women ten feet tall. She stopped her reverie alongside her favourite cafĂ©, favoured not because its coffee was especially good but because it had a high ceiling, and also—

"Good morning, Emily! Extra-extra-extra large special-milk latté and five chocolate eclairs?"

A swoop of green hair alongside an undershave crowned a pair of bright green eyes and wide smile that sparkled above a vast sea of coffee-brown tit-flesh. Thanks to the counter, Emily could only just see hints of the massive bulge barely contained in her shorts.

"Thanks, Tammy. Busy morning?"

"Busy enough to be comfortable, but quiet enough that I got to take a couple breaks, if you know what I mean."

The perky barista couldn't see Emily's blush from her vantage point, even when Emily squatted down next to the counter to continue the conversation. Emily knew exactly what she meant.

"It's nice to have Big customers I can be chill with. I mean yeah, being one of the unofficial Big hangouts is cool, and like, I like fucking a whole lot of hyper-sized hotties, but I like knowing Big people who aren't trying to get into my pants."

It was true that having a lot of Big people in the same place meant there was going to be a lot of fucking. Big bodies, Big appetites. Despite the unusual presentation of her Big, Emily was no different. The creeping arousal she'd felt as she transformed was just the first wave of her new, nearly-overwhelming sexual desires. Specifically, the desire more than anything else for ungodly, inconceivable amounts of cock.

She couldn't help it. At her size, most ordinary dick could barely even scratch the itch, let alone satisfy her. While there was a lot of fun to be had with ordinary-sized people she wanted to be railed. Even Big people were often at best acceptable for her appetites, a night with even the two-or-three-foot cock that was standard issue for Big penis leaving her desperate for more. She wished nothing more than to be happy with that, to be able to be satisfied with the Big people around which she spent a lot of her life, but everything she did to sate her libido only left her yearning for what she knew she really wanted.

She sipped her drink and inhaled one of the pastries in a single mouthful. Tammy was still chatting away, but Emily's attention was drifting until she realised the last thing the girl said was a question.

"Sorry, what?"

"Earth to the big lady, I asked if Moss caught up with you. They said they had news for you."

She shook her head, but Tammy looked up and around her as she stuffed another pastry in her mouth. "Oh hey, speak of the devil."

Moss's slim figure strolled toward them, perfectly made-up with sharp eyeliner and green-sticked lips and a slim, well-groomed moustache above massive, plunging cleavage, a trim midriff and slim hips packed into a pair of tight leggings that left nothing to the imagination.

Moss got hit with what they liked to call a "gender cocktail" when they became Big. The Big usually followed the anatomy it was handed, although cis girls grew penises at a higher rate than one would normally expect. Moss's Big looked at sexual dimorphism and went "no." None of their factory-installed parts were touched, but instead the Big awarded them a huge pair of breasts that sprouted from absolutely nothing, and a deep, dripping vagina crowned by a mound of puffy pussy lips below their testicles.

"Morning, girls. Em, there's someone you absolutely have to meet."

Emily leaned down further. "Meet? What do you mean?"

Moss smiled. "Girl, come on, I know your shit. New Big girl as of a couple of days ago, I need you two to meet up."

"I prefer guys, Moss—"

"You'll be into this one, trust me."

Despite herself, Emily was intrigued. "Hmm. Does she know about this place? Maybe you could bring her here."

They shook their head. "Nope, won't work. You'd have to go to her place."

"That's a hell of a first date, even for someone like us. What's her deal?"

"Ooh, I don't want to spoil the surprise. Are you keen? I can text her right now."

Tammy nudged her hand. "Free coffee on me if you do it."

She looked between the two of them, suddenly struck again by how small they were. It's not as if going to someone's house could be that dangerous for her, could it? Might as well try and make something good of her size, and now she was intrigued as to what could be this interesting to her but so very secret.

"Okay, sure. What's her address?"

* * *

"Her place" turned out to be a warehouse in the industrial district, a few streets off the main road such that the sound of traffic was still present, but faint, a whoosh and a rush of air.

Emily checked her phone (actually a large tablet computer) to confirm the address, and adjusted her skirt. She didn't have many clothes, most of what she had that wasn't wraps and togas was the product of an extremely good friend with some sewing skills, but underneath what was somewhere between a black cloak and a trenchcoat, she was wearing just a bikini top only barely large enough to cover her areolas, and otherwise held together with thin straps, and a skirt that was less a skirt and more a cylinder of fabric not long enough to cover the bottom of a buttock.

A doorbell was rigged up next to the slightly rusting metal door, one of the wireless ones that only needed a battery, with a small intercom speaker in the bottom. She squatted down and bent forward to press it, hearing the rough buzz from somewhere inside. A pause, then a high, light voice rolled out through crackling interference.

"Yeah?"

"Um. This is Emily? Emily Milsborough? Moss said they texted you."

"Oh yeah! One second."

She heard a buzz, then the door clunked as a solenoid activated and pulled the lock open. She looked across at the top of the door, then down at her splayed legs, and sighed, getting onto her hands and knees to crawl through the door. The issue with that, of course, is the moment she bent over her breasts swung forward, slapping against the back of her arms and started to drag along the ground, making her awkwardly hoist and shove them through the door as she shuffled through bit by bit. The Big made sure she could still lift them without effort, but that didn't help for when they physically couldn't fit somewhere, and it also meant that she sometimes forgot exactly how heavy they really were. She left a massive dent in the thin metal sheathing of the warehouse door frame when one swayed a bit out of her control and bumped into it with the force of a gently rolling hatchback as she grunted and heaved her massive body inside.

Inside, a portion of the warehouse had been cordoned off and hastily made semi-livable with a floor rug, some privacy curtains and various mod-cons. A girl was sitting on a large bed, leaning back against the headboard, totally nude. She had long, frizzy red hair that fanned out across the wrinkled white sheets that framed a delicate face with small, round features and a strong dusting of freckles. Her body was slim and narrow, with prominent collarbones and small, pointy breasts. Her skinny legs were spread around a huge, ridiculous cushion, which—

Emily's mouth went dry. Her legs were spread around her testicles. Loose pale skin draped in folds across two elongated orbs that each would have been more than two and a half feet across. That meant that trailing off to the side from between her legs then, a two-foot-long slab thicker around than her entire torso like an inconceivable fleshy hose, was…

She looked Emily up and down and raised her eyebrows as her mouth dropped open. "Wow, hi. Moss said you were tall but they didn't say how tall. Or anything about the tits. I'm Tegan, very, very pleased to meet you."

Emily's tongue stumbled over her words. "I-I um, is… Is that really…"

Tegan stuck out her tongue. "What else could it be? Yeah, it's my junk. About four days old. The Big couldn't give me, you know, massive sexy boobs or a huge fat ass, or even one of those giant pussies, just…" She gestured vaguely to the gently jostling mass between her legs, "this shit. So big I can barely move."

Emily didn't reply, still staring in dumbstruck awe. Tegan shifted, rolling over as much as she was able. "What about you, though? Damn. You must have women throwing themselves at you."

The question threw off Emily's reverie, jolting her back to where she was. She realised that, over in the corner a short distance from Tegan's little oasis was the silhouette of an above-ground pool, which was full to overflowing. "I… I don't know really, I've been with a couple of girls but I'm not really that into girls…"

Tegan's brow crinkled. "Then why did Moss send you here? Like they knew what I'm into, but—"

She followed Emily's eyes again, which had fixed themselves back onto the rubbery log of her cock. "Ohhhh, I get it. Hah. A giant woman who's a size queen?"

"H–hey!" She flushed, drawing back slightly, chest bouncing with the motion. "I'm not a size queen! I just, you know. I have needs."

"Oh, I bet." Tegan rolled back over onto her back, still looking up and down Emily's body. "I bet you can't even feel a regular dude in that super-size snatch, can you?"

She flushed harder. "Th–that's not… I have plenty of fun with all sorts of men!"

Tegan's eyes narrowed with a playful and mildly malicious cast as she turned over again, propping herself up on one elbow. Emily felt like she was both staring at her body and looking right through her.

"I'm sure you do. But it's not enough. It's not what you want." This time there was no mere cast to her face, her grin rose out like a shark. "You don't just want sex, you want to be fucking railed."

Emily wasn't sure how she'd expected this meeting to go but this wasn't it. On the other hand, her gaze still unconsciously slid back to Tegan's cock like it was magnetic and she had to admit the girl was right.

"Well, how about you come over here and show me how much you want me to rail you?"

Tegan shifted back, cradling her balls to gently nudge them off the bed where they hit the ground with a tremendous thunk, bouncing and sloshing to a stop as Tegan winced. Her flaccid cock followed them, draping down into the deep cleft they made in her billowy scrotum. Emily, her eyes fixed on the massive log of Tegan's penis, knelt carefully down in front of the spreading altar of hyper-sized genitalia between the tiny girl's legs. Even kneeling with Tegan sitting on the edge of the bed, Emily towered over her and the mass of her breasts far outsized Tegan's entire body. She grinned madly looking up at the vast expanse of jiggling flesh only barely covered by Emily's cloak. Emily looked down at Tegan, following her eyes as they watched the gentle but powerful motions in her chest, and slipped the coat off her shoulders.

Tegan's grin grew even wider at Emily revealing the smooth curves of the acres of her breasts visible around the miniscule triangles of fabric that passed for a bikini. They bounced off each other with wild abandon, only their sheer weight preventing more violent motions.

"Holy shit, I love women."

"Oh, you like them, do you?" Emily slapped them together in a motion that would be called light if it wasn't moving a full ton of mammary glands in a ponderous dance. "I bet they're the biggest you've ever seen, huh?"

"Psh, I've totally seen bigger!.. On the Internet…" Tegan finished the sentence in a mutter. "Bet this is the biggest dick you've ever seen though."

Emily shuffled her knees back so she could bend down further, nearly on all fours, and reached past her chest, picking up the heavy log of Tegan's cock and lifting it into view. "Hmm, not yet it isn't."

Tegan pouted, her eyes fixed on Emily's hanging cleavage as her boobs bobbed against each other. "Yeah, well, give it a minute—it takes a bit longer to get completely hard, okay?"

Emily considered that fact as she held Tegan's dick. It was large even in her enormous hands, the covered glans the size of a basketball. "Really? H-how big does it get?"

She took a deep breath as Emily's hands roamed across her flaccid pole. "Keep doing that and you'll find out."

Emily gripped and slid the skin back down, watching it stretch over the head and pull back. As much as she'd teased earlier the sheer size of this thing, even soft, was staggering. In shape and form it was very similar to ones she'd already seen but like it had just been scaled up ten times its size. She heard Tegan take a long, laboured breath as her fingers danced gently over the soft flesh, starting to pulse with erection.

"You can feel that?"

"Mmf. Y-yeah, of course I can. You can feel people touching your tits, can't you—uuuhhh!"

She stopped, shuddering as Emily grinned, leaned forward and pressed her lips against the top of the glans. It was just a kiss, but it was enough to leave Tegan rolling her eyes back with a dopey grin.

"Oh, shit, is that what it feels like?!"

"I'm just getting started, Tegan."

Tegan managed to push a wicked expression up over the mounting pleasure with which she was being assaulted. "Y-yeah, you probably know your way around a dick, don't you?"

Emily cocked her head, eyebrows rising. "Calling me a slut, really? We're both Big, you know you're as much of a slut as I am."

"But I've got a dick now, that means I can't be a slut—isn't that how it works?"

"You're a brat." She licked up the swelling underside of Tegan's dick, from about halfway down all the way up to the tip. Tegan's expression broke into a squeal as her tongue slipped inside the slit, flicking and wiggling before she retreated and settled into slowly stroking it. She could feel the pulsing and throbbing inside it as Tegan's body slowly kicked her erection into gear.

"Sh-ffu-oh shit, what are you—eeeeeaaahhh!" She yelped as Emily sucked on the tip again while stroking with both hands. "Oh fuck, it's so good to finally have someone big enough to actually do this properly!"

Emily restrained herself from going harder, maintaining a slow but firm rhythm pumping the girl's shaft. Watching a penis grow hard as she played with it was always fascinating but this was utterly phenomenal. The sluggishness with which Tegan got erect may have been torturous for her but for Emily it meant even longer getting to appreciate every detail of how it moved and reacted as it grew at a resolution that simply hadn't ever been possible before. As well as its size, and the heavy motions it was capable of with its weight, the harder it got the more it started to leak, rivulets of precum starting to belch from the slit. The longer she worked at it, though, watching it pulse and throb and get bigger and harder, when it hit about four feet long a slight sense of trepidation began to dawn on her.

"T-Tegan… Seriously, how big does it get?"

The girl was sprawled back on the bed, tongue hanging from her mouth. Beneath her swelling shaft, lying on the ground in front of Emily's hanging breasts mashed into the floor, her balls twitched and churned. She looked up, marshalling her thoughts to try and reply.

"You've still got a way to go, giantess. K-keep it uuuuhhhhppp…"

Emily pressed on, watching in awe as the titanic organ between her hands kept throbbing, oozing, leaking and growing. Nothing in her three months of experience with Big people could have prepared her for the surreal awe of watching something like this, let alone holding it and playing with it. Five feet long—as tall or taller than some people, certainly now taller than its adorable little owner, rivers of precum leaking down its stretching shaft, and still going. Her pumping had become long, slow strokes now, Emily making sure her powerful hands were tugging on as much cock as she could manage.

"Fuuuuck, I-th-this is so gooood, ppllleaase…"

Emily pushed it slightly to one side, pressing the side of her face against it while looking down at Tegan. "Sit up."

Tegan pouted. "No, I'm good, k-keep doing that."

"Trust me, it'll be worth it."

Tegan groaned, pushing herself up and sliding further to the edge of the bed. She looked utterly comical attached to the tree-trunk thick six-foot dick projecting out from between her skinny thighs, like an afterthought to her own genitals.

"What are you—ohhhh."

Emily looked her in the eyes and pulled aside the last scraps of fabric separating her from nudity. Even kneeling she towered over Tegan (though not her penis) now with her impossibly enormous nipples crowning acres of wobbling breastflesh. With Tegan's cock now angled at her, she grabbed it, moving forward while pulling it against herself.

Hugging the shaft, she slipped it between her breasts. She'd learned to be cautious with her breasts; a broken pelvis early on in her Big life was the first and only reminder she needed that while she could tote around a ton of boob like it was nothing, it wasn't nothing to most of her partners. The same didn't apply for the fun bits of other Big people, though—Tegan's dick could take whatever her body could dish out and that might have been what she was most excited about. She squeezed them together in a tight hug, her pussy pulsing as she heard Tegan squeal in pleasure, and began to pump her tits up and down the throbbing trunk.

On downstrokes she ducked forward, pushing her face against the enormous head and kissing it, letting it smear precum across her lips and cheeks, or even pushing her tongue into the slit again to feel the immediate reaction from Tegan. This was what she'd dreamed of, the cock of her deepest fantasies that occupied her every waking thought since she'd transformed. Even just the sensation of it gliding between her sensitive breasts was more of a thrill than anything she'd experienced so far and she was only getting started.

Tegan moaned and mewled, propping herself up on shaking arms. Emily had been honest about not preferring girls, even ones with Big dicks. In this situation, playing with the penis of her dreams, her soft, feminine little whiles were suddenly very appealing.

"E-Emily, I-oh, fuck, you're so—I'm-I'm gonna—"

By this point Emily had enough experience to know when somebody was about to cum. She'd seen more than enough of the motions, the changes in someone's heartbeat and breathing, the subtle signs she could pick up through her sensitive body, but Tegan's caught her as much by surprise as it seemed to catch Tegan. The gigantic cock flexed, powerfully enough that it even shifted Emily's massive body, and without any further warning, she came.

Every person with Big balls came in quantities far beyond any normal person. Tegan's titanic orgasm compared to other Big people the way they compared to ordinary people. Her first shot alone was a tremendous burst of semen larger than anything Emily had ever seen in one place, a high-speed torrent of white goo that fired for five or six seconds straight, hitting her in the face like a firehose and splattering thick, dense ropes in every direction.

Emily choked, rearing back in shock. Tegan screamed and her dick lurched and shot again, even harder. Gallons upon gallons upon gallons of concentrated baby batter surged from her dick, the slit spreading apart from the sheer volume. Because Emily let go, it pulled upwards, flicking a hefty rope of Tegan's love into the air in a heavy but graceful arc that landed in a line from Emily's cleavage across to the bed and over Tegan's body. Her cock then pumped straight upwards for the remainder of her ejaculation, cum hitting the ceiling and then fountaining down across the pair. Tegan panted, held in limbo for just a moment, then let out another choking cry.

This time Emily grabbed her cock and pulled it down again, using all of her weight and strength to keep it pointing at her face, and was rewarded with another geyser of semen that hit her with a fluid slap and splattered across her face and down her chest. Her pussy buzzed with delight as Tegan's pole basted her with love, gallons of pearly goo cascading down her face and body. Holding on with one hand she ran the other through the flood, feeling the heat, running it along her tongue and smearing it against her skin, finally experiencing a Big dick in the way every other girl could.

Tegan kept going, squealing, moaning, her cock rallying again and again with more massive cumshots. Each time the force and volume started to ease off, but "easing off" still meant a gallon at a time. It dripped off Emily in massive stalactites, hitting the floor with thick slapping noises and spreading out in a viscous puddle. She finally collapsed back as the flow halted, now, just globs of it belching from the tip and slowly rolling down her shaft.

"Oh my God, Tegan."

Tegan groaned happily. Her cock was still resolutely erect, twitching, a faint stream of spunk dripping from the end. Pearlescent carnage surrounded her in every direction but especially from the waist down. Emily scraped a coating of goo from out of her eyes, paused for a moment, and licked her hand.

"Is it like that for you every time?"

Tegan made a vague noise of reply, still marinating in hyper-powered afterglow. She snapped out of it slightly only when Emily got back up on her knees to start kissing the underside of her glans again.

"Buh? Em, fuuck, what are you doing?"

She smiled around the fleshy trunk. "Well, you weren't answering so I decided to, well, take matters into my own hands."

Tegan groaned, throwing a hand over her forehead. "Fuck. No, it's… I mean, it's a lot every time—" She whined slightly as Emily gripped her shaft, "—but that was insane."

Emily's breathing caught a little as she considered that answer. "Do you, um, know your stats yet?"

Tegan propped herself up on her elbows again. It was a standard question-slash-pickup line with Big people but she hadn't had someone actually ask it yet. "Six feet long. Four and a half feet around. And, uh, something like two hundred gallons."

Emily choked. "T-two hundred?!"

"Uh, yeah. Depending."

Emily let those numbers run through her head for a moment, then nodded, pulling back and sitting back on her rump.

"Well, if you liked what I did for you that much there's something you can do for me, now."

Tegan watched with bemused interest, then widened her eyes as Emily laid back on the ground, lifting her legs in the air and spreading them apart. Her cock throbbed hard at the sight and she swallowed in an equal mix of fascination and trepidation.

"I-I, um, I'm—W-will I fit?"

"Of course you will. We all fit in each other."

Tegan's breath was coming hard now. "Th-they said I m-might not, they've never—Never seen someone as big as me."

Emily bit her lip watching the massive organ lurching and shaking. "They said that about me, too. Tegan, I need you to fuck me."

All of the slim girl's bravado from earlier had evaporated on the actual cusp of her first real sex with her new cock. She nodded, swinging her legs off the bed and pushing herself up. Her skinny arms and tiny hands slipped underneath the base of her cock to hold it up, an almost comical sight. The shaft occupied a ludicrous amount of space between her upper thighs, her hips wider by pure necessity. Her legs wobbled under the weight, and for a moment she struggled to find footing around the tremendous mass of her testicles until she stepped past them, letting her scrotum stretch back between her legs. Her gaze was directed downwards, past her dick, to the enormous treasure between Emily's legs.

There was nothing capital-B-Big about Emily's vulva, but Tegan had never in her life actually seen a vagina big enough that her entire head would have fit inside it. It was puffy and soft, glistening with Emily's juices, and crowned by an erect clitoris the size of a softball. Tegan had already liked girls before her transformation, and becoming Big had only made her appreciate pussy even more. In her old life she would have been thinking fingers or tongue, or maybe a toy, but nothing she'd ever done with a pussy in her old life would have applied to this super-sized cunt on display in front of her—but now she had a far more useful tool for it.

She just needed to work up the mettle to actually use it.

Emily propped herself up, regarding Tegan with wry amusement.

"Oh? What happened to all that bravado?"

She bristled, her affront fighting with her fear, watching that enormous beautiful face smirking at her. One last gaze across Emily's body and an answering pulse all along the length of her shaft let her need take over and she stepped forward.

When the tip lined up and kissed Emily's slit they both waited in awe. The situation looked so right in a strange way; If you zoomed in, considering only their union in frame, it could have been any other Big couple instead of a pair of freaks among freaks. An outsize cock, sure, but one that was only overly large for its intended target rather than being bigger than many people, aimed at a woman who wasn't ten feet tall.

Tegan took a deep breath and pushed. Her first thrust spread Emily apart and pushed her massive girth inside the girl a full foot deep. Both girls gasped and sat speechless and nearly motionless for a moment. Emily felt herself stretch, finally, gloriously, her insides properly filling and her body being properly used for the first time since she transformed. Tegan could feel the warm grip and pressure around her cock for the first time ever. Tegan hung in the air in unexpected, glorious bliss for another moment before pulling herself together enough to push again.

Emily's body swallowed the intruder readily, exultantly, not necessarily effortlessly but without struggle. She could feel her body spreading apart in its wake, more than she could have thought possible, more than she could ever have imagined, and she moaned in utter, incomparable delight.

"Y-yes, Tegan, oh fuck, please, please, keep going—"

The outline of Tegan's dick started to push up against Emily's soft stomach from inside as Tegan grunted and kept pushing, her feet struggling for traction on the ground to push herself forward. Even though she could normally lift and move her own body when it came to actually interacting with another Big body things were different; she could truly feel the effort of moving that much of herself inside somebody else and it left her sweating and groaning, fighting against the pleasure that threatened to paralyse her with every inch of ground she gained. The reality of the sheer mechanics of having sex with the size differential between her body and her genitals sunk in by the moment but she refused to retreat or give up.

Emily was paying little attention to Tegan's struggle. Her hips were writhing and bouncing as she worked more of Tegan inside herself, the inside of her brain a white-hot blank of months and months of the exact pleasure she'd yearned for but the reality of her body had denied her. Nothing she'd done, nobody she'd slept with, none of the pleasure her new body had brought her for months compared to this cock slipping inside her. Nothing even came close. Her titanic chest heaved back and forth, sloshing in tidal waves of breastflesh as she shook and squealed. Vibrations shuddered through the concrete floor each time her rump slapped against it as she kept trying to force Tegan further inside her.

Tegan painstakingly moved further and further, the mass of her cock now starting to rise up out of Emily's stretching midriff, nearly sobbing drying to deal with the assault of sensation and the effort. Bit by bit more of her bulged out of Emily's stomach until Tegan found herself nestled between her enormous thighs, her pelvis pressed against Emily's mound, buried fully to the hilt inside her.

Emily rose up, arching her hips up again, and this time Tegan felt herself lifted off the ground, her legs kicking in sudden freedom. She gripped onto Emily's thighs to stay stable and that changed her leverage, pulling her some way out of Emily and thrusting her back in as her hips bucked. Emily couldn't really see what was happening and to her it just felt like Tegan was finding a delicious rhythm, and she babbled and cooed at Tegan to keep going, entreating her for harder, deeper.

Tegan surfed the waves of Emily's bucking body until her feet hit the ground again, operating on pure instinct as much as intent to pull her slim rump back as far as she could. A foot of her cock slid out of Emily, glistening with her juices, and with a growl Tegan thrust it back to the hilt inside her again.

In terms of the sizes of their bodies it wasn't a lot of movement, but driving a full foot of a cock as thick as a tree-trunk was more than enough to stir Emily up exactly the way she needed and drag her silken grip all the way up and down what felt like the endless length of Tegan's dick now that it was actually doing what it was meant to do. Her muscles burned with unfamiliar effort, hips tight and aching, but nothing could possibly have made her stop at this point. The pair's ecstatic cries mingled together over the booming thumps of Emily's thrashing body and the wet slaps of Tegan's thrusts.

"E-Emily, I'm—I can't…"

"Cum for me, cum for me Tegan, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to—"

What felt like every single muscle in Tegan's body tightened, the sensation drawing in towards her groin. Her pelvic floor groaned with the strain under which it was being placed. Orgasms in her new body were always an imposing, almost terrifying experience, as the body channelled forces no human was ever really meant to experience, and this one was going to be bigger than anything so far. She both slumped and tensed at the same time as she lost control over her straining limbs, trembling, moaning and drooling into Emily's stomach. The moans rose into a scream as the building sensation finally broke, the tightness reaching its absolute limit as she came.

Emily felt the surge of spunk travelling all the way up and then bloom inside her with a tremendous heave of Tegan's cock, her womb immediately filling and starting to bloat with a massive load of hot fluid. Feeling her insides stretch out as Tegan unloaded inside her finally tipped her over the edge as well. She screamed, her hips rising off the ground and pulling Tegan up with them again, but that didn't stop Tegan's second, even larger hyper-powered deluge of cum from bloating her out even more. There were gallons upon gallons inside her now and Tegan was only getting started.

Each flood of Tegan's cum up inside her increased the pressure and the feeling of her abdomen stretching, already to a degree she'd never experienced before, and poured more fuel on the fire of her mind-breaking orgasm. Tegan would scream and arch, her balls would gurgle, and Emily would bloat even more, the experience stretching out to the point where Tegan could no longer tell if it was ecstasy or torture. Emily's entire world was replaced with being endlessly swollen from inside and Tegan's entire mind was devoted to what felt like an endlessly-ejaculating cock.

Finally the pulsations died down, the iron grip of orgasm loosing itself from Tegan's helpless body and she could slump against the vast wall of belly she'd created. Emily was lying back, moaning in exquisite afterglow, cradling a stomach that defied comparison, a vast orb of pale flesh that jiggled and wobbled with two hundred gallons of the viscous bounty she'd extracted from her lover. Tegan sighed as she pressed against it, suspended by springy skin, letting its heat gently warm her body. More than simply just the relief of afterglow and the pleasant texture of Emily's body was the knowledge that Emily was like this because of her, that she was capable of turning this enormous, beautiful, incredible woman into an immobile monument to her own virility.

"Holy shit. Oh my God. That was—Mmmph." She hugged Emily's stomach, just letting the tension drain out of her body. "I feel like I've been waiting for that my entire life."

Emily groaned, trying to shift herself and failing. Unlike her own assets she had no special ability to lift sixteen hundred pounds of spunk, even when it was contained inside her. Her body was also refusing to obey her commands, absolutely sapped of strength by the hyper-amplified orgasm she'd just had for the last few minutes. It felt good, though, the weakness of just having run a mile, the contented endorphins of her body being used up in the way it was meant to be used.

Tegan and Emily both moaned in aftershocks when Tegan pulled herself out. Tegan then pulled herself up and around, skirting the edge of Emily's swollen belly and the vast projections of her breasts to slide up face-to-face with Emily, dragging her enormous scrotum behind her.

The two caught eyes for a moment, and kissed. It was an odd moment to share with somebody whom she'd just finished railing with a cock the size of a tree and stuffing to the brim with semen, but it was intimate and tender, and something Tegan was feeling like she needed. It was grounding, bringing her back down to earth from the heights of fucking while Big. That feeling lasted a moment until the sheer size of Emily's face and lips against hers sunk in, and then further as Emily's massive hand curled around the back of her head like she was holding a baseball. That sensation sent shivers straight down her spine and up the softening length of her cock.

"Mmm. I think you enjoyed that as much as I did." As Emily's voice rolled across her ears, she felt the hand behind her head slip down her back, and the quiet strength it held kept buzzing Tegan's libido until it came to rest on her pert little behind.

"I want to see you again, Tegan. I need to see you again. God, I'm—I'm so full. I didn't think I'd ever get to feel like this. I… I don't think I can live without ever feeling like this again."

Tegan considered a sarcastic reply for a moment, but then pushed harder against Emily. "I think you might have ruined me for any other person."

She felt Emily's hand move around, resting against the base of her dick and pushing it against her swollen belly. "Well. It's settled, then. We'll work out the details later. Until then… Want to see how much bigger I can get?"

Sunday, December 7, 2025

We All Have Needs - Support Group

Holly knocked gently on the door of the little suburban detached house. The buses had been pretty scant out to here and she was a bit late. The door opened, revealing a short, pleasantly plump woman with masses of curly carrot-orange hair, along with masses of cleavage wobbling on her chest. Holly had recently been introduced to a world of huge tits the likes of which she could never have imagined, and yet this woman's monstrously massive mounds still left her speechless.

They swung from side to side in a pendulous motion as they settled, freckle-dusted flesh bouncing off itself. Their owner wasn't shy about them, her jacket unzipped to the point where they were nearly falling out.

Her eyes were equally drawn to Holly's smaller, though still impressive, chest, and went wide with realisation. "Oh, hello, you must be Holly!"

Holly realised she was staring, and blushed. "Sorry, yes. Hi, are you Meredith?"

"That's me! And don't feel bad, honey. Everyone stares the first time. Most stare the second as well. You must be getting used to that too, though?"

She wasn't. It was less than two weeks since her unlucky encounter, a week since her transformation. A week of walking around with a newly-expanded bustline, bouncing and drawing in the eyes of everyone around her. A week of walking around with permanently-wet, thick, perfectly-shaped lips whose plump curves advertised only one thing to onlookers. A week of that horrific need, hunger and thirst rolled into one, gnawing away in her gut, somehow making her feel parched at the same time as her mouth constantly filled with drool.

It shouldn't even have been possible. It was three years since The Drug first appeared out of a local college campus's science labs, the one that turned its creator into a pillar of virility whose scent was irresistible to women - and those women into the jumbo-breasted cum-guzzling sluts of his deepest fantasies. They'd studied it of course, tried to work out how it worked, and even managed to develop a vaccine a few months ago. The vaccine did nothing for already-affected women, but it promised to prevent any further infections - with small print noting that it was effective in 99.999% of people. Holly had eagerly gotten her jab, and a few days later took a gamble on a tryst with a slim-faced, long-haired boy who'd had his own drunken tryst with another man who'd already taken the drug.

That's when Holly had learned that she was in the 0.001%.

Holly's body and mind had been transformed into well-honed machines for the sole purpose of finding and extracting spunk. Along with her absurdly huge, perfectly-weighted breasts, thick, plush, hypersensitive lips and the constant stream of drool made by her warm and welcoming mouth, her tongue had grown longer, larger and stronger, its taste buds reconfigured for sperm, and her pliable throat lost the entirety of its gag reflex. Her nose could pick up the scent of cock from a room away, sensitive enough that girls who'd had the condition for long enough could tell how long it had been since someone had ejaculated with a single whiff.

Living with her new condition was what had driven her to this little house tonight. A referral from a friend to some support for girls like her, a source of advice and commiseration about being turned into the sperm-addicted wank fantasy of a college incel. That was the plump, pleasant-faced Meredith who'd greeted her and ran a support group, hoping to share the wisdom of three years of living with the hunger. Meredith had been practically Ground Zero, one of the first to succumb to the drug's effects, before people had even realised what it was. She carried herself with a bold confidence, fed by the emissions that her enhanced body had extracted from hundreds upon hundreds of dicks.

"Don't worry, you're not too late. The entertainment hasn't arrived."

"Entertainment?" Holly's brow crinkled as she stepped into the lounge room.

"Don't fret about that right now. So how long has it been for you?"

"O-only a week. Vaccine didn't work."

Meredith clucked her tongue as she sat and made room for Holly. "I'm sorry to hear that, darling. At least you wouldn't be struggling to keep up with your daily requirement of cock, though? The boys must be lining up for you."

Despite her cheeky conversational tone, the mere mention of cock set Holly's mouth to watering even harder than it already was and sent a spasm through her private parts. She'd managed to give a co-worker a quick blowjob on lunch break, but that had been over six hours ago, and the craving was beating against the walls of her mind like a tidal wave, waiting for the faintest crack in her composure.

In a strange way, Holly was finding it easier to cope with how much she'd physically changed than with what the transformation had done to her brain, her personality. Having to live with enormous sensitive breasts was less of an adjustment than the idea that she was now, firmly and irrevocably, a slut. She didn't just need cum, she wanted it. She wanted to do everything necessary to obtain it. Her eyes constantly roved to men's crotches in public, unable to stop herself from staring and picturing the swell of his testicles or how fat the ridge of his glans was. Just the mention of cock set her mind racing with mental images of throbbing meat belching out thick loads of pearly spunk, just the sight of it could leave her a panting, moaning, drooling mess. Addicted to semen was one thing, but obsessed with penis was another entirely. Girls like her called it the cum-brain.

Just like the craving, that horrible hunger-thirst that could only be satisfied by fresh, hot spunk, her dick obsession only got worse the longer it had been since she'd had one down her throat. Even just a few hours without it and it rapidly became the only thing she could think about. Meredith recognised the signs and gave a wry smile.

"Wow, you've got the cum-brain really bad, huh? How long has it been since you got your fix?"

Holly wiped her mouth, an almost meaningless gesture as more drool built up almost instantly. "Uh, l-like six hours?" Her lips smacked wetly together as she talked, an erection throbbing in her mind's eye.

"Oh wow, no wonder. My first couple months I would have been dying after six hours!"

She was right. Holly was dripping drool and wiggling in the seat, her pussy hot, wet and twitching, and talking about oral sex was only making it worse. Meredith's phone buzzed and she quickly checked it. Holly could see the flush in her cheeks and the wetness at her plush mouth, and her enormous nipples printing through her blouse.

"Ooh, they're here, they're here!"

Holly's eyes followed her ample butt as she went back out into the hall and she craned forward to try and see what was happening, but as soon as she heard the door click and just a tiny rush of air from outside, she already knew.

Cock. She could smell the rich, savoury scent of cock in the air - and even for the enhanced senses of her new body, to smell it from the front door meant it was a good one. She waited for a moment for Meredith to return, but was greeted only by the faint sounds of enthusiastic fellatio, and leapt back up into the corridor.

Meredith hadn't even let the first guy through the door before she'd dropped to her knees. His loose pants were around his ankles and Meredith was pressing her face against the fat, slick, veiny twelve-inch-long shaft sprouting from between his thighs. The scent rolling from him was downright overwhelming, fed from the fuck-chemicals being produced by the watermelon-sized testicles currently held up in a series of fabric straps around his hips.

Hits. Meredith organised hits for us. The idea alone made her twitch and almost moan out loud.

"Hits," as the girls called them. Men who'd taken the drug, doubling the size of their penis overnight and granting them a pair of oversized testicles, reconfigured to generate vast amounts of semen. It didn't stop there, though. The drug was one-and-done for women but progressively affected guys, and none of the research that had gone into the drug had been able to find a way to stop or slow it down, let alone reverse it. The longer it went on, the bigger their testicles grew, becoming more productive by the day. All of the drug-affected men needed regular orgasms to relieve the pressure. Waiting too long to cum saw them in crippling pain that radiated out from their balls and the pit of their stomach as their bodies kept pumping fluids into already bloated, overflowing glands. As they grew they could track the minutes that shaved off how long they could put it off.

Holly hadn't actually been with a hit since she transformed. She'd passed by a couple, the powerful scent unmistakeable, but she'd so far met all her cravings with a procession of normal men. She hadn't at all been prepared for the pure sensory overload of standing in front of an undressed, leaking hit, dripping a constant stream of fluid packed with a hyper-concentrated pheremonal load targeted straight at her lizard brain. Holly's mouth dropped open, shamelessly drooling on the floor as she watched Meredith.

Meredith had one hand behind his cock to push it against her as she slathered her plush lips across it. She slowly rocked her head from side to side and back and forth, licking and kissing and suckling at it like she was making out with his penis. Her eyes were closed and her expression both exultant and slack in a total ecstatic trance as she marinated in the cock-musk rolling off over her in waves. Even three years in, after Meredith must have sucked thousands of dicks, the cum-brain was still there, urging her to worship. It never became routine, it was never something that any of the dick-craving girls could begin to just treat as an inconvenient need to quickly and efficiently satisfy, it always, always gripped them body and soul, driving them to exalt and indulge until liquid gold was rolling down their throat.

Meredith only took her hands off to unzip her jacket and slip her monstrous breasts out of her top, the ponderous mounds dropping with a fat slap down past her navel, ensuring she was giving her mark the best possible view from behind his shaft. She returned them again, one slipped behind the cock like the head of a lover, the other caressing the swell of one of his gigantic testicles which loudly gurgled and churned with the effort of producing ounce after ounce of borderline-narcotic spunk. He reacted rewardingly; the drug hypercharged men's sensitivity as much as it did the girls, leaving him twitching, groaning and shuddering from Meredith's worship.

Almost as an afterthought Holly's brain handed her the awareness that he was a decently-built man with tan skin and short curly brown hair. It wasn't particularly important. The man who peeked in from behind him, though, even managed to push through the fuck-fog that was filling every inch of Holly's brain. The slim, pretty face and long dark hair. The black-painted nails at the doorframe. The earnest, slightly hunted expression.

"T-Tom?!"

"Holly? What are you doing here?"

Tom was the one, the hit on whom Holly had taken a gamble and lost. His scent was weaker than the other man but it was still distinct, cutting through to Holly's nose with the power of familiarity. It was the smell that had filled the room when she slept with him, and the one she hadn't been able to clear out of her mind as the thirst rose up, her mouth filled with drool and her swollen, sensitive tongue and her cute, modest breasts ballooned up into her new fat, jiggling mounds over the next few days. A core of her actual personality screamed fruitlessly that she was supposed to be pissed off at him. Every single other part of her, from the horny girl who liked cute long-haired vaguely emo boys to the roiling, primal cum-brain, demanded to suck his dick. She let out a rattling, damp, passionate breath and tried to marshal a reply over the mental image of his ejaculating penis.

"F-for support. You know. Girls like me. Need support." The moment he stepped in enough for her to see his crotch her eyes swivelled there and refused to leave. He wasn't as big as the other guy, but it really didn't matter, because he was still toting ten inches of glorious, beautiful penis and round, cantaloupe-sized vessels of pure, pearly love. Tom followed her eyes and gave her a mildly embarrassed smile as she fruitlessly tried to wipe her pillowy lips dry.

"I guess I probably owe you one, hey?"

She nodded hungrily, the noise she made something between a purr and a growl. She took deep breaths to try to regain her composure but that just meant she breathed in more musk and overloaded a few more synapses. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him away from the other pair, dragging him into the living room. Holly practically pushed Tom into the couch, making him flail to avoid crushing himself as he hit the seat. "H-hey, careful, they're fragile cargo!"

Holly wasn't even listening. The last vestiges of her self-control had burned away and she was operating on pure drug-mutated instinct. She yanked down his pants, almost laughing as his cock swung up to greet her. It glistened, as it always did for the hits, whose overproductive glands pumped out endless amounts of cloudy precum, slick and slimy and exuding an even stronger wave of that deep scent. It throbbed and a glob of the stuff rolled from the bloated tip before she descended, sucking an inch of it into her mouth.

Back out at the door, Meredith was finally going further than just worship, partially because of her lover's slightly desperate pleading as the pressure bubbled and roiled in his balls. She pulled his shaft down level and positioned herself at the tip, moaning in delight as it belched out a fat load of precum for her, far more than Tom's had. She suckled the head past her thick lips, caressing it with her tongue to lick it clean and play with the flavour in her mouth.

Their enhanced biology changed the flavour of semen as well. There was no good ordinary comparison - it was salty and savoury, with just a hint of acid bitterness that stopped it from becoming too cloying and gave it a cleansing, refreshing aftertaste. The umami was heavily interlaced with the same unique rich muskiness that characterised the mens' scent, which got stronger the longer they'd been without an orgasm. For ordinary guys, the peak flavour was four or five days without ejaculating. Hits couldn't go without ejaculating long enough for it to ever peak.

His precum wasn't enough to satisfy her but it was certainly enough to leave her wanting more. He was big, but she was experienced, with an ultra-flexible jaw and a well-lubricated throat, and barely hesitated before pushing further, lips spreading to accommodate his girth and slide him down into her waiting throat.

"Oh, ff-fuck, yeah, that's the way - suuuuhhck it down, you slut-"

She hummed gleefully, her throat buzzing against the oversized intruder, spit dripping from her lips. It was an interesting little power-play when one person was biologically-fixated on worshipping what the other had and the other desperately, achingly needed them to keep going. Meredith knew that hits sometimes responded to this dynamic by trying to be extra dominant, compensating for the control they'd lost over their own genitals, and she let them. It was hot, it let them have their fun, and besides, he was right; she was a slut. Her enormous breasts swung forward as she moved along his length, bobbling against each other. Every few seconds she could feel his pole lurch and hear his choking gasp as another glob of prespunk oozed out into her throat, lubricating her passage until her lips hit his pubic mound.

"ghhk-Oh God, yeah, fucking take it all, uuhnn..."

With it extending that far into her body, every time she moved she could feel him press into another part of her. The way he spread apart her throat was pure pleasure, especially when the pressure against her muscles changed every time he throbbed or lurched. She started to gently rock, her tits swaying harder, working away at him with the motion of her whole body, massaging down every inch of his shaft. Her hands wove around behind him, loosening the harness that held up his heavy balls and cradling them to let them gently drop to their natural position hanging down to just below his knees. She reached down and gave one a firm squeeze, making him shudder and dump another hot load of fluid inside her - as well as drawing out a yelp.

"P-please..."

Meredith pulled back all the way until only the glans remained in her mouth, strings of drool dripping down from the solid meat in the wake of her lips. Unlike some of the younger girls, she knew a good blowjob wasn't at all just about face-fucking him down to the hilt on every stroke. She plunged forward again but only partway, making sure to work the bottom of the head and the underside of the shaft with her tongue and throat, and then pulled back until the tip was nearly leaving her lips again. Then, with a wiggle and a giggle, she took herself back down to the very base of his dick in one smooth motion. She withdrew back in a few steps, stopping each time to push forward just a little again while sucking.

She was barely conscious. Highly-tuned instincts and years of muscle memory meant every movement, every twist of her head and lash of her tongue, could happen without even thinking about it - which was good, because even someone who'd lived with the condition for as long as she had couldn't really think this deep into any cock, let alone one this good.

Inside, Holly was more explorative. She lapped and kissed at Tom's cock, moaning as precum gouted from the tap for her to smear across her cheeks and sensitive plump lips, sinking into the warm, heady fog of that incredible scent. She had a hand around the base of his shaft while while her other hand caressed his scrotum, but the burning heat and the sounds coming from it pulled her away from the constant drip of near-narcotic fluid for a moment and led her to drop her head down to his sack.

She'd never had strong opinions about testicles until the last week. Now, though, the sight of a hit's balls up close like this was one of the most beautiful things she could possibly imagine. She caressed them reverentially and stared. Something about the drug-prompted transformation had burned a deep, primal instinct into her brain that supplied total knowledge that those immense, bloated orbs were the source of everything she wanted from life now. She pressed her face in firmly, the warm flesh bulging back against her, filling in the space around her face. This close she could hear the gurgling of his gonads and even feel the faint vibrations as whatever mutated biology he'd developed churned away at its prize. The more firmly she pressed the harder they gurgled, a comforting reminder of their ceaseless work making more spunk to feed her addition and also just simply getting bigger. Snuggling into them like this felt right, the place where she was meant to be, worshipping these incredible things in a heady fog of man-scent, and she loved and hated how right it felt.

She lapped her tongue across one. His scrotum was loose and pliable, expanded beyond even what was necessary to carry its cargo and soft enough that it dragged along as she licked, leaving a wake of plush skin. They were hot beyond just body-warm, their work burning through energy. She switched back to rubbing and kissing them, planting her overstuffed, cushiony lips into them and being rewarded with buzzes of pleasure and moans from their owner.

She stayed in scrotal reverie until his nuts let out an even larger, stronger gurgle and a sudden strong burst of his scent washed over her. An instinct etched deeply in her brain took over and brought her back up to the head to suckle the tip into her mouth. At the same time, outside, the other hit suddenly gasped and let out a low moan that rolled into a series of choking grunts as his muscles tightened and locked his body up.

Forcibly transforming the human body into a cum factory was, surprisingly, not a perfect process. The plumbing simply wasn't built for the sheer volume of fluid it was being asked to move, or the intense pressure it was under. The "magic moment" between crossing the point of no return and actual release was far more than a mere moment for a hit, stretching out to seconds or eventually even minutes of intense, overwhelming sensation as their bodies desperately pumped and churned.

Holly looked up at Tom, too shell-shocked by the thought of his testicles reverberating in her head to be capable of anything more than a silent plea. It was when his eyes met hers and Holly was, even in her stupor, struck by the desperation in his deep baby blues, that Tom's orgasm also finally arrived.

Pure overload rose up out of every part of his delicate features. The constantly intensifying sensations of the experience made it impossible to ever really become fully accustomed to it, even with five-plus opportunities a day — and while it would have been a dreadful curse for releasing the endless roiling pressure in his balls as often as he needed to get boring, each biologically-enforced orgasm feeling like his first time was hardly relaxing. While Tom's body didn't have the power or volume of his veteran companion, even a newly-fledged hit was capable of potent feats of fertility far beyond what any normal man could accomplish and he had more than enough love butter churning in his gonads to satisfy even the voracious appetites of a transformed woman.

The feeling of his huge shaft letting loose an explosion of seed inside her was, without any hyperbole, the greatest thing she'd ever experienced in her life. The cum she'd swallowed for the last few weeks was good, wonderful even — indeed to her new instincts it was the most important thing in her life, but what Tom was shooting off inside her now was more incredible than every single drop of it combined. His semen was beautiful, it was sublime, it was almost a religious experience, a dance of textures and flavours simultaneously subtle and delicate and also a jackhammer directly into the centre of the most primal parts of her brain. Better than love, better than sex, in the first moment when it hit her tongue she knew this was all she'd ever be able to think about again — when she could think again.

Ten more loads, ten more hard, throbbing, muscle-straining ejaculations went down her throat before she collapsed around him in total cum-brain-bliss, an afterglow more complete than the deepest meditation or the most powerful high. Holly laid marinating in the scent-taste oozing from every pore of her body as well as the cooling slime on her face and her tits, her head nestled next to one of Tom's now far calmer but still audibly churning testicles.

Outside, Meredith hummed with delighted anticipation, saliva dripping in strings from around her stretched-out lips as she slowed down slightly, drawing out the stimulation for him to just the right amount. His head jerked from side to side, his body quivering as he moaned and grunted and his cock flexed helplessly. The flow of slimy precum finally ebbed as all of his strength pulled back to pumping in preparation for what was coming.

He roared. His entire body lurched and his cock shuddered as cum practically burst from the tip, gouting directly into Meredith's throat with viscous force, filling her mouth and her entire world with the scent and taste of hyperconcentrated musk, distilled essence of cock, and that indescribable, glorious taste of cum. Meredith greedily swallowed the first enormous ejaculation, and the second, and by the time the third arrived it was starting to squirt out from around her lips and drip down her chin and chest and the length of his shaft.

The moaning and grunting and slap of flesh on flesh continued on, the veteran hit not even halfway finished emptying his load into and across the voracious fellatrix. Meredith was covered practically down to the waist in rivers of pearlescent goo, her pendulous breasts slapping against each other into each other with puffed-up cock-pillow lips enveloping her mark's heaving cock and her throat working hard to swallow as much of his orgasm as it possibly could. Her stomach groaned with thick fluid but pure instinct drove her on.

It took dozens of labourious ejaculations for his flow of spunk to die down to weak, fitful dribbles - though even his dribbles were comparable in size to a normal man's emissions. He stumbled forward, sweating and panting, legs shaking, bracing himself on the doorframe while he recovered. Meredith was scooping piles of spunk from her tits and feeding them into her mouth in a dopey haze. He started to carefully pick his way into the house, where Tom was slumping back on the couch with Holly at his feet. Holly looked up from her happy afterglow and saw thick, clear slime dripping down from the end of his shaft in a pendulous rope. Her breath caught, and its owner grinned as he watched her eyes.

"Hey, sexy. You've had the appetiser; ready for the main course?"

Tom grunted unhappily but Holly's eyes hadn't moved, the hit's formidable cockscent washing over her. He wrapped his hand around the middle, lifting it up and letting her see it start to twitch. The flow of prespunk briefly surged and made him inhale sharply.

"Fff-uh, you like that? Yeah you do. I know what you are." His shaft flexed again and the drip-drip paused for a moment, before a huge glob of it belched out from the tip with a shuddering groan from him. It pummelled Holly with another wave of musk that surged instantly up her brainstem, drawing out a fresh flood of drool from around her overstuffed cock-pillows.

"Marco, give it a fucking rest. I heard you out there begging the other woman to get you off, don't act like you're the alpha male or something."

"Look at her though, bro, she's obsessed with my co-ooohhck—"

He shuddered again with another massive belch of pre. Instead of a constant leak, his returning erection stemmed the flow until it built up enough pressure. The result was a series of periodic highly pleasurable pseudo-orgasms until he or someone else dealt with the erection. The leaking had started a bit over a year into Marco's own journey of transformation, another of the myriad side effects of the condition, and at this point it was his constant companion.

Tom snorted. "Says the guy who's cumming just looking at her."

"Shut the fuck up bro, this'll be you in a couple years."

Holly wasn't even listening, just breathing heavily around her slobber, and Marco motioned to her. "Hey slut, get over here and lick my balls until you get it really hard."

She reacted immediately and crawled over to him on all fours, eyes never leaving his pulsing glans. Her boobs swayed from side to side and his eyes were drawn to the jostling mass as she moved. He motioned with his free hand.

"Lose the top."

She stopped immediately, sitting up to shuck off her damp t-shirt. Without even waiting for another command she unhooked her bra as well, pulling the voluminous garment up to let her tits drop down with a fat slap. The marvellous mounds bobbled and bumped against each other, heavy but firm and shapely, with a perkiness that shouldn't have been possible at their size. Though she was much smaller than Meredith she was by any other standard absurdly chesty, and she shivered with a rush of pride as she saw Marco throb as he looked over them.

The waves of flavour came stronger as she approached until she was close enough to press her face into the soft skin of his massive billowy scrotum, breathing in with a contented sigh, sinking deeply into the loud groaning and gurgling as they endlessly churned through more of his fluids. If Tom's had been beautiful, these were exquisite. She could have just let herself sink forever between them, enveloped in fleshy softness and pulsing heat and above all the hypnotic fog of his extra-strength pheromones, but she had work to do.

Where to even start with testicles this huge was its own problem. Her tongue, as big and strong as it was from the changes the drug had induced in her, felt uselessly tiny against those watermelon-sized churning orbs of pure man. When she started to lap, though, pressing the sensitive muscle deeply into the yielding flesh, she could hear them churn even louder and his grunts of approval. She reached up, gathering one of them in her hands, kissing and licking more enthusiastically, suckling the skin into her mouth, stretching and massaging the skin and rubbing it against the boiling hot core underneath.

He slumped back into the closest available chair, spreading his legs with a contented groan, one hand still lazily tugging at his pole. His muscles twitched, toes curling, as another gout of his fluids forced its way out with a gush of inordinate pleasure. Holly felt it fall down against her cheek with a soggy slap and the sensation was enough to nearly bring her off right there.

Tom looked away with a blush, looking over to see Meredith emerging back into the room. She had an unfocused grin, looking across to Marco and Holly, and then to Tom. Her lush body was still streaked with thick ropes of spunk, which she was absent-mindedly scraping up with her fingers and licking off. She caught Tom's eye, her strong tongue lapping around her delicate fingers, and started to gently shake her ponderous bosom from side to side. Despite himself, the sight was magnetic, his eyes following the pendulous sway of her magnificent pale mounds with barely a conscious thought from him. As he watched, his jaw slack, life started to stir in his loins again.

The attraction wasn't conscious. It didn't matter if Meredith was really his type or not; all that mattered was if she was his dick's type. The effect since his transformation was something he often compared to his penis having been replaced by an external entity, some sort of unfamiliar parasite with a hold over his mind stronger than his own will, and one desire. Its desire filtered in from outside himself as a need and he could no more resist it than he could push back the tides. It didn't seem to bother a lot of other hits, who let themselves fall into the hedonistic flood with glee, but Tom and a small number of his peers shared the same observations with each other, that each passing day made them feel more like a helpless support system for a rapacious and endless need to cum. By the time Meredith had swayed her freckly chest over to where he was sitting he was half-hard again. Her tits loomed over him, blocking out the entirety of his vision.

"Jesus Christ, you're huge."

She giggled. "Aw, thank you. Can you believe I used to be self-conscious about being thick?" She punctuated this by sinking a hand into one of her breasts, lifting it and mashing the mound against her chest, keeping her eyes fixed on Tom's gaze. "You want to touch them, baby? Go ahead-" she took a moment to wipe her salivating mouth with her free hand, "-as long as I get what I want in return."

What I want, she said. Was it really what she wanted, any more than a gigantic orgasm with this woman was what he wanted? He, or at least the thing that hung from between his legs, needed something from her her. She needed something from him. Did either of them want it? What did they want? Ultimately, did it matter? His dick was making its best efforts to leap towards her, his mind filling with irresistible images of the plush friction of her astounding boobs and the wet warmth of her mouth. He reached out.

It was easy to imagine how such a staggeringly huge breast would feel, but it paled in comparison to the reality. His fingers sunk deeply into the smooth, but moist and tacky texture of skin that stretched atop a heart-warm mass of flesh that was firm and bouncy at the same time as soft and pliable. A volume akin to or maybe even a bit larger than a basketball gave way to a perfect indentation of his hand and then folding around it. His penis surged to a full erection almost immediately, a glob of clear slime oozing from the tip to accompany the aching throb.

"Holy shit-"

"Mmm, I know, right? Sometimes I like to just sit there and play with them. Th-that's not what I'm interested in playing with right now, though." She reached down, curling her fingers around the heat of his dick, the tips gently brushing along the sensitive skin, a nail dancing delicately across the glistening slit. Spittle dripped down across one of her thick lips as she watched it throb and disgorge more fragrant precum, the scent wafting up to her and starting to break what little composure she'd managed to build back after sating herself on Marco. She rubbed her fingers together through the fluid to lubricate them and gripped the shaft firmly, moving her other hand to pull Tom's deeper into her breast. She felt him buck against her hand and let out a rattling, needy moan.

She knelt down, crossing her arms to lever the overflowing mass of her breasts back up and above Tom's lap, then dropped them. They cascaded down into his lap with a fleshy slap, smothering his lower body.

"Oops!" She grinned, pressing against the sides of her breasts to squish and squeeze, Tom's pole throbbing under the heavy weight. She let go and reached in between them, visibly salivating as her fingers curled around the leaking head of his dick again. She pushed it into the inside of her cleavage, hot and moist with sweat, exulting in the feeling of how he bucked and writhed and his groans of satisfaction. Another roll of her breasts unfocused his expression even more. The freckled cauldron of sweat and precum rolled atop his gurgling balls as well, the minx exploiting the perfect intersection of their transfigured biologies for the maximum impact on all his most sensitive parts.

When her instincts told her that her prize was getting closer, picking up on those subtle signs of his motions, his noises and the change in his scent, she switched up her approach. She let her breasts fall apart slightly to allow his pole to spring up, fat and glistening. She took half of it into her mouth in a single effortless motion and pressed her breasts together again around the bottom half, purring as he responded with a gasp and a pulse of flavourful pre-love.

Tom's brain slipped gears. The effect was beyond merely overwhelming; Meredith was a succubus, a pleasure elemental, so experienced and in-tune with her voracious instincts that it was as if she could directly feel exactly where to suck and touch and move and rub. First twisting her boobs around, then thrusting them forward to push against his stomach, then letting go and pushing her face forward to suck him into her throat until his pubic hair tickled her lips before sliding back up to suckle on the very tip. She was relentless, only backing off to make her next move stronger.

Holly could possibly have been content staying where she was in a sea of warm, pliant skin. Without even looking up though, something, a shift in his moans, a different gurgle from his testes, a change in the scent in the fuck-fog that surrounded her, told her that his shaft was fully ready for her. Her lips traversed up across his scrotum to where they met the pumping, flexing base of his cock. Her tongue traced its way up the ridge on the underside, easily as thick as her thumb, soon joined by sloppy kisses from her plush pleasure-pillow lips. One hand reached up to wrap around the very top and pull it against her face, and her mere touch was enough to prompt a messy flood of prespunk.

The warm fluid mingled with her fingers, and she slid them down until her hand was level with her lips before both joined in the journey back to the very top. She paused at the strip of skin that joined the shaft to the cleft between the fat bulbs of the underside of his glans. Her tongue darted in, flicking across where it stretched and probing into the sensitive pockets between the ridges, and was rewarded with a fat glob of his pre-love that oozed down directly to her taste buds. She slurped it up, pussy throbbing in reply. The transcendent taste washed through her in a wave of intense but brief satisfaction.

Being this close to his glans was making the faintest crack rise up through the lizard-brain desire — it was huge. It didn't scare her; far from it, but the thought of doing a bad job absolutely did. She was keenly aware she was the followup to the more experienced and significantly more gifted Meredith and the very idea of failing to measure up to her left a pit in her stomach.

She gripped it closer towards the base with her free hand, letting her start stroking it two-handed at the same time. She looked up into his eyes from behind his tip, kissing and suckling, her hands tugging in slow, deliberate pumps.

"Ffuuuck…" He groaned, sliding a hand through her hair to pull her head against him. She shuddered at the treatment, pressed firmly against a full foot of rock-hard erection that smelled so strongly of his mutant musk it felt like her brain was melting. Pure instinct told her what he was demanding, though, what she knew he was expecting, and with barely a hint of conscious thought she started trying to fit it in her mouth.

Tom's hips bucked up against a heaving sea of pale breast, trying desperately to hump further into Meredith's mouth. He thumped the couch and gripped hard, gurgling, as the empty yawning feeling of hit pre-orgasm gripped his cock. Meredith moaned with glee as she felt his body struggle to pump his unnatural load into place. She backed off a little, drooling down his shaft, letting the tip nestle in her mouth. His scent surged as he spasmed and pumped, rivers of musk rolling across her and down her throat, suffusing every single one of her senses with cock.

Then he exploded.

It was nothing like Marco's orgasm, but in some ways it made it better for her; fully under her control, tender and intimate by comparison. She could savour as she swallowed, feeling his heat dance on her tongue, appreciating the subtle motions that accompanied each powerful surge of spunk. Her composure lasted well enough that as his ejaculations finally began to flag, she could tenderly clean him up. Just dragging her lush body across him as she lapped at his flagging erection was enough to send more twitches of aftershock through him, kicking out more last gushes of his seed. She let it drop from her mouth and moved down to the base, turning her head sideways and staring up at him as she dragged her lips up the underside, following them with a slow tug of her hand to squeeze out the last few globs that were left.

Marco's cock slipped into Holly's mouth, the tip grinding against her palate, her tongue slicking along the underside in a smooth motion. Immediately its passage was aided by a gout of fragrant fluid that in turn prompted a fresh wave of saliva from her, a sloppy melange of the Yin and Yang of their conditions greater than the sum of its parts. The mixture dripped past her lips in thick cloudy strings, rolling down to her overstuffed bouncing breasts. Her entire body was primed for the task ahead.

The next movement of her head was different - less space to move, more resistance. Her jaw stretched exquisitely until the bucking tip of his pole touched the back of her throat. Her mouth was already more full than she could ever have imagined and his magnificent size was barely getting started. She pressed on, salivating even harder as his pure cock-musk penetrated deep into her brain. She was already fully aware that her gag reflex was a thing of the past but getting this monster into her throat made it abundantly clear. That didn't mean it was easy, though - her jaw muscles were flexible but no matter how much she wanted it cramming something of this size inside her was still something that needed practice she hadn't had.

He panted and grunted, his hand starting to push on her head more insistently. "C-come on, j-just fucking… Nngghh… S-stop playing with it and suck, bitch!"

Meredith looked over from where she was gently kissing patches of flavour from Tom's flagging erection. "Give her a break, darling, she's new."

"Fuck that!" He growled with frustration as his meat throbbed inside her, his balls churning with pressure, and thrust. Four inches of himself slid into her in one fluid motion and Holly froze, not from fear or pain, but from the surge of pleasure the violation pummelled her brain with. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her body went limp, suspended only on Marco's cock. He growled again, pulling harder against the back of her head, forcing her further down, his girth stretching her to what felt like breaking point.

The change in sensation triggered some part of her mutated instincts to remind her where she was and what she was supposed to be doing. Impaled on dick, drool and precum dribbling from around the tight seal of her lips, her hands found a new purchase on the couch next to Marco's knees to stabilise her and she took over, using the momentum to push forward more. The sudden motion took Marco by surprise and he shuddered and fell back as his overproductive balls added some more lubrication to her efforts, allowing Holly to push all the way to Marco's crotch.

She sat for a moment in dim, cock-drunk triumph, but feeling all of Marco's twelve inches pulsing in her throat twitches spurred her to get back to work extracting her prize. She'd intended to slide back down his shaft and then take him all the way back in like Meredith had earlier, but after withdrawing all the way back down his spit-shined shaft to leave the head nestled gently in her mouth, found that she struggled to push back down again.

She felt warmth, Meredith's lush body taking position just behind and to the side of her, curves squishing into curves as she pushed closer. Meredith's right hand wrapped around the base of Marco's dick and her left nestled against the back of Holly's head. Meredith pushed her face in close against Holly's, her soft cheek gliding against Holly's own spit-slicked skin. Their lips met and Holly found herself dissolving into a plush kiss anchored to the fat, musky head of Marco's cock.

Holly shifted subconsciously to the side, leaving the two girls sitting across from each other to either side of the shaft. Holly reached out, one hand sinking deeply into Meredith's breast, lips and tongue reaching out for the other girl's around their shared plaything. Marco looked down at the two with a stupid grin, which was quickly replaced with a moan as he disgorged a thick flood of baby batter across the girls' faces to their immediate delight.

Holly was open to the idea that she might be bisexual, as much as her condition didn't leave a lot of space to explore. Meredith was very comfortable that she wasn't, but very open to playing if it got her closer to another load of cum, and no stranger to sharing a hit. She pulled Holly closer, pushing Marco's penis between the two of them, hefting her vast breasts up in her hands. Holly immediately picked up the hint, lifting her own comparatively modest mounds and pressing them against Meredith's to form a soft wall of flesh. Both girls turned to look up at Marco, cheeks pressing against the pole, before turning back to work. Meredith suckled on the tip while Holly began to suck and kiss up and down the side, all the while the girls rubbed their breasts against the base. Holly hadn't done much of this before but the appeal of feeling a penis between her breasts was immediate, the sensitivity of her transformed tits transferring every twitch and bulge of his pole through her body, her skin pulling against his skin. She could feel her nipples rubbing against Meredith, and while the effect was nowhere near as significant as anything Marco's tool was doing to her it was pleasant.

The pair switched positions, Meredith now running one hand up the other side of the penis from where she was as she licked up its length while Holly sucked just underneath the very tip where it was most sensitive. Their breasts still mashed together around it, the pair not necessarily moving them intentionally but their size enough to create enough motion just with the rest of their work, trapping Marco between a three-pronged assault on his endurance.

Holly was hit by sudden awareness that rose from somewhere totally unconscious. She'd thought the arrival of Tom's orgasm was obvious, but compared to the violent growl that issued from the depths of his gigantic balls and the palpable flood of hormonal musk that washed over her when Marco's body prepared for what was coming it was barely a whisper.

She could feel the way strength and sensation withdrew into his body, like the receding shoreline before the arrival of a tsunami. The periodic gushes of fluid from his slit halted and he started to twitch and gurgle. Meredith moved to the side, allowing Holly to shift in front and take pole position, as it were. While Meredith kept her breasts pressed against the base, tiling her face against the side, Holly gently slipped the fat head into her mouth. The two waited, moving only to keep anchored to his spasmodic organ, both wide-eyed and drooling in anticipation. Holly could feel the pulse of his heart through the top of his cock, spittle dripping out from around her lips as it bucked and broke the seal before she could reclaim it. Short of anything else to do with them, her hands slipped underneath her hanging breasts and lifted them, mashing into them and scrubbing her nipples against her palms. Her ass wiggled behind her as she slipped into blank cum-brained anticipation of what was coming, waves of his mutant hormonal odour pummelling the last remnants of her consciousness.

Unlike Meredith, she had no experience with what his orgasm was going to be like, and didn't have the well-developed instincts for it. An impossible quantity of spunk burst into her mouth in one savage, high-powered pump of his tool. She didn't choke, because she wasn't physically capable of it any more, but she did splutter, and a pearlescent tide of fluid sprayed out around the shaft as her mouth filled to bursting in an instant. She barely managed to work out what had happened before his muscles tensed and he growled, shooting off another even harder deluge of cum into her already-full mouth. She was desperately trying to swallow but even her lower brain functions were shutting down as every single neuron reconfigured itself to just attempt to experience the smell, feel, taste and the hundred other properties she'd been rewired to perceive in semen, leaving no capacity for anything else.

She couldn't hold where she was any longer, the force and pressure was too strong. Her mouth slipped off the end with a wet pop and a rush of thick spunk that cascaded down his pole and polled in the cleft in his scrotum. She pushed forward to try and regain her position but the bucking beast in her hands was too strong and slippery to tame in time before the next load chambered and fired. The entire high-velocity cumshot hit her directly in the face with an audible squelch.

It hadn't occurred to her to let someone cum on her face before that point. Before her transformation it seemed vaguely degrading and not much benefit for her, and afterwards she'd always been too desperate to get every last drop into her mouth. With the relative luxury of this cornucopia of cum, a mouth already full of the taste-scent of concentrated fuck-chemicals and a brain gently bobbing against the sides of her head like a particularly fucked-out lily pad in a pond, a small part of her was able to note that a face full of spunk was actually pretty great and keep that information to the side for later. Another massive gout hit her and sprayed down across her chest and tits and at that point lost all ability to even stay upright, collapsing back in a haze of cock-funk and layers and layers of jizz and letting Meredith move in for her second helping. She was already groaning with what she'd been able to swallow of his last gallon of love, though, and reached out to pick Holly up, mashing the incoherent girl against her so they could both share in being basted in his spasmodic, groaning pulses of pleasure. Rope after rope, completely seized up in the act of ejaculation, his testicles growling with effort, his body nothing but a mutated machine for creating and delivering semen to two desperate, drooling piles of slut. He had a hundred loads banked for the cum-brained beauties, Holly and Meredith mashing layers of spit and spunk together across thick lips and heavy tits as they writhed together, goo stringing across from soft cheeks and pillowy flesh as they cavorted under an endless rain of what they both needed. The last thing Holly remembered was Meredith pushing her face even further against the eye of Marco's cock before her brain shut down completely and she passed out.

* * *

Holly blinked, every single sense reporting nothing to her except cock-musk. The cool slimy sensation on her skin, the taste, the smell, she could practically even hear the piles of cum she was basted with. She sat up and saw Tom still on the couch on his phone.

"Oh, uh. Hey. Wow, you enjoyed that?"

She nodded vaguely. "Where's, uh-"

"They're upstairs. I said I'd stay here and keep an eye on you."

She watched him for a moment, letting herself process the strangeness of the scene. He was still totally naked, legs spread to allow space for the hanging mass of his oversized testicles. Her eyes roamed over his slim chest, his long sweat-slicked dark hair, his lips, his slender fingers. She looked into his eyes and the expression of mild but genuinely concern on his face. She picked herself up and gently stepped across to where Tom was sitting. He looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, um. Ready for another go already?"

"Yes–" she answered before her brain was fully in gear, and with a tremendous effort of will only possible through the satiation of the tremendous volume of spunk sloshing around inside her, took a deep breath. "Okay, yes, but, I actually just want to talk."

A second eyebrow. "Oh, uh. Yeah, sure."

She sat down next to him. For a moment she had the instinct to avoid a puddle of cum, but not only was everything covered in cum, so was she. She was also totally okay with it. The two sat for a moment as Holly marshalled her soggy thoughts together.

"It's not your fault."

"Oh. Th-thanks."

She sighed. "Well, like, it kind of is, but… I don't blame you."

"Yeah. I am sorry, though."

"You were honest and-" her eyes wandered down to his crotch, "it's not like you could have hid it anyway. I just wanted to show the cute boy with the huge dick a good time."

He flushed, and Holly was sure it wasn't entirely to do with his cock. "Heh. Same for me, I guess. Only I didn't even have a vaccine that didn't work, I just, uh. I was drunk and horny and didn't know it worked like that for guys."

A moment of silence while he looked off into space and Holly absent-mindedly stared at his scrotum. Tom broke it.

"I've thought about you a lot since, you know." Holly licked a surge of drool off her lips at the thought and he flushed harder. "Not, uh, not like that, just. You know. Hoping you were doing okay."

"I get it. I'm… I'm managing. It's okay sometimes but like it's just always on. There's just always this hunger, this urge inside my head and I'm already tired of it." Her eyes kept flicking down to his crotch, her nostrils flaring.

He nodded. "I get it. Similar for me, but I do kind of wish that it was even in my head. For me it's like there's this parasite hanging off me that used to be a part of me and it's growing and consuming more of me every day."

She shot it a quizzical glance, and Tom kept going. "Didn't you know? It, uh, kind of keeps happening to us. Marco wasn't just like naturally gifted, his balls have been growing for years. And like, fuck, I could almost deal with it if it was just getting bigger but we get, uh. More productive. Messier."

Her eyes went wide, unfocusing a little as the thought percolated. "And I don't just mean, like, the big mess. Someone like Marco leaks constantly. And I've seen him if he goes more than a few hours without getting off, like, it's painful. His entire life is already just emptying his balls, and he's not even as bad as we've seen it get!"

Holly whimpered. "H-how bad does it get?"

"The, uh, the first guy, the one who invented the whole thing, his nuts are the size of beachballs now. He spends all his time in some facility where he just does nothing but get off all day, just pumping out gallons of cum, every hour."

Holly slumped against him, moaning, her breasts pooling against his flank. Drool dripped down onto his shoulder as she sat that way in stupified silence for a moment.

"Uh. Are you okay, Holly?"

She gurgled lightly and responded with a faint nod. He rolled his eyes, but he could also feel the pulsing and stirring in his own loins as she rubbed against him.

"Ugh. I guess I don't know how else I expected you to react to that."

She pulled up, looking up into his eyes, crying to catch her breath, but every breath carrying more of his scent directly to her brain. "N-no… I'm okay. We're- hnnng, we're talking. I'm not thinking about you with even bigger balls."

He snorted, but there was a contemplative air to his silence. "Why did you chance it with me?"

She rubbed against him a bit more. "Told you. Cute boy. Big dick. But mostly cute boy."

He took his own measured breaths as he felt her fingers curl around the base of his cock. "Still cute, too, not just the cum brain. I like you. I'd… like to do this more."

He grinned, his shaft pulsing and flexing. "Even if I keep growing and end up with testicles the size of beach balls?"

"Mmmm. Yyyyeahh. Maybe I'll start eating more, too, and grow boobs as big as Meredith's."

Tom shook his head. "N-no, you're perfect the way you are."

She looked him in the eyes for a moment, then swung around over and straddled him to draw him into a deep kiss. She pressed her whole overlush body into him, rubbing her torso against his cock. "Y-you too. I want to make this work."

Having said what she wanted to say, she finally let go and let the hunger take over again. They could work out the details later.