The Right Side of the Bed

Donovan groaned, pulling the covers further across his head as it pounded. His mouth was dry, his head ached like there was a bullet in it – in fact, his whole body ached.

I am never drinking again.

Unfortunately, the cracks had already started in blessed unconsciousness, and he knew it was a matter of minutes before he'd have to actually face the consequences of his actions. He attempted to roll over in the bed and got his first muddy sensation that something was wrong.

He felt weird, and not just because of the wages of sin. The pillow under his chest was ridiculously warm. Groaning, he rolled slightly to the side and tried to push the pillow away, only to find a fuzzy but growing realisation that it felt... fleshy. And that it wasn't moving. He groaned, pulling off his blanket and blinking the sleep out of his eyes, catching sight of two vast dark brown mounds. In fact, the same colour he was used to seeing in the mirror every morning.

He lifted himself up and groaned as the mounds moved with him. It took him a few seconds after he finally hauled himself into a sitting position to realise he could feel their substantial weight on his shoulders and back, because they were attached to him and now resting against his torso. It took him a little longer after that for the realisation to set in that they were the fattest pair of tits he'd ever seen in his life.

He screamed, and the scream he heard come out of his mouth was not his. It was high-pitched. It was girly. He heard thudding from outside and heard his door slam open.

"Diamond! Are you okay, hume?"

Donovan looked over at the door and saw someone he didn't recognise. A short, tanned, dark-haired femme with gorgeous brown eyes and plush, sensual lips, but that paled in comparison to their body. A filmy nightgown did nothing to cover or hide their absolutely outrageous curves.

Their massive breasts were bigger than Halloween pumpkins, topped with fat chocolate-dark nipples that sat in a sea of deep brown areola. Their hips flared out widely beneath their soft waist, meeting smooth chubby thighs. Their long, full black hair was shot through with bright red streaks.

They were hot, but they were also someone he didn't recognise, in his house, and they didn't look like the sort of partner his roommate usually brought home. He pivoted on the bed and scrambled back until he hit the wall, his unfamiliar breasts bouncing crazily.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

They stopped with a confused look on their face. "Di, peep, I know you got drunk as fuck last night but you didn't get memory loss drunk, don't fuck with me."

"How do you know what I did last night?! I was out drinking with-"

"-your roommate, Di. Me. Yes, we went out drinking. You got really fucking drunk, but I didn't think you were killing this many brain cells."

Donovan blinked. "But you're... He..."

"He? What does that mean?"

The strange person sighed, fluffing out their red-and-black hair. "Peep, my breakfast is getting cold. Unless something's actually wrong, I'm gonna go finish it. Sort your shit out."

They pivoted and walked out of the bedroom, moving without thinking to not bump their breasts against the doorframe, leaving Donovan sitting dazed in the bed. They acted like they'd known him – even with him looking like this. And what was it they'd called him? A final faint thought followed wondering why they were wearing lace boxer shorts.

He groaned, sliding out of bed, uncomfortably aware of the weight on his chest as it bounced and bobbled in every possible direction. He drew up his arms to cradle them as much as he could and halt their motion, musing about how much he would have given to have touched a pair of tits this huge – from the other direction.

Standing up and letting them drop heavily against his torso with a grunt, he assessed how everything else felt, and the answer was weird. His thighs were definitely touching together, which they never used to, but there was something missing. He shifted from foot to foot trying to work out what didn't feel right. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, then stopped, realising that he had hair to brush out of his eyes for the first time in twenty years. He spotted his mirror out of the corner of his eye, sighed, and dragged himself over in front of it.

The person in the mirror was a thick, curvaceous goddess. Light brown skin as smooth as glass that undulated in waves of feminine flesh, not just their incredible breasts whose curves swooped down to their waist, spreading out rounder and wider than basketballs with chocolate-brown nipples as wide as D-cell batteries and an inch long. It was also the tremendous hourglass shape of their hips, considerably wider than their shoulders and with a perfect round ass and thick thighs to match. Every inch of their body bounced or wobbled or shook as they made even the slightest movements in the mirror. Almost as an afterthought he noticed their ass-length milky-white curly hair, shot through with what seemed like diamantes, so that every time the light moved their hair threw out bright sparkles.

Just watching them, their dark eyes and sensual mouth, their outrageous figure, those mind-numbingly-enormous breasts, he could feel the stirring of lust in his body. He watched their breathing quicken, a faint blush in their soft cheeks, and he felt the familiar pulsing throbs of erection starting between his legs. The sensations were stronger, though, the pulses taking longer than he was used to, and moving his hand, their hand, down between his legs was what finally made him realise the divine image in the mirror had a huge penis.

He stood staring at it for a minute or two while it lazily pulsed and jerked to half erection in his hand. Even half-hard as it was now it was bigger than he'd been before, easily ten inches. Beneath it, though, wasn't the wrinkled sack he was used to but the spread upper lips of a vulva, his cock projecting out where the clitoris would normally be. Beneath it the vulva's puffy lips pouted from the mirror image's crotch until they met the cleft of their hefty thighs. They were glistening with moisture.

This... Is fucked. This absolutely cannot be happening. This can't be me.

He stumbled over to his bedside table, grabbing his wallet. With a sinking heart he noted it was in a small purse, although it was still the nice leather wallet he was used to, and there was his drivers' license-

Diamond Carter.

The picture was the sparkly-haired person in the mirror. All the other statistics were them, not him. All of his cards were also made out to Diamond Carter, including a few strange cards he didn't recognise. Heart pounding, he grabbed for his phone, swiping with a thumb with a much longer, more elegant nail than he was used to, opening his social media.

He nearly choked. Not only was his main page also showing him as Diamond, all of his pictures were of the bizarre body in which he'd woken up and, he realised as he kept swiping, a lot of them were nudes.

Compliments abounded from his followers, all of them with feminine names, and all of them, if he swiped through to their profiles, had gorgeous, curvaceous bodies and were doing nothing to hide the huge cocks with which they were equipped.

He flicked off social media and tried something boring, like the news. Every single picture was of similar people – beautiful, thick, well-endowed, and even on a news site the amount of tent and bulge in their clothing was obvious. There were no men, no ordinary women, just... these people.

"What the fuck is going on?! I'm... I'm still asleep, or something. This is a fucked up dream."

It was very real, though, for a dream. Especially the way his now-fourteen inch erection was throbbing and pulsing between his thighs. He could also feel the same throbbing in a more unfamiliar fashion in his enormous erect nipples, and an aching, empty pulsing that he dimly realised was in his pussy. He wanted to jack off in a way that he wouldn't ever have thought possible.

I mean... When in fuckin' Rome, I guess?

He walked over to the bed, ass swaying back and forth enough to trigger seasickness, and fell backwards onto it with a protesting creak from its springs, his tits spilling out to rest against his thighs. Subconsciously, he bit his lip as he swiped back to his social media, pulling up picture after picture of mind-boggingly enormous nude tits and asses sculpted by the hands of gods from twice the clay. Even the amount of giant erections accompanying them didn't actually seem to bother him, his cock lurching against his hand as he drank in the sight of these hypersexual people that filled this bizarre dream world.

Masturbating in this body was a very different experience. First was simply the amount of penis he had to work with. One hand was not enough to cover its entire pulsing length, but he did his best and certainly wasn't lacking in sensation compared to his usual self-pleasure. The second was that every part of his lush body felt like it was wobbling and bouncing as he did, not just the fat mounds pooling in his lap but his chunky thighs, his soft stomach, his enormous round ass, there was just so much of him and it was all deliciously gelatinous. It didn't help that he couldn't actually touch his cock without ramming his arm into his titflesh, so his forearm slapped against it with every stroke.

His hand slowly pumped, dragging the skin back and forth along the hard core of his penis. His mouth dropped open in a slack moan, his eyes going wide and hips starting to gyrate along with the motion. His nipples pulsed with need in time with each stroke, and soon he dropped the phone to the side, bringing the free hand up to sink deeply into his left breast and lift it out of his lap, groping and mauling at it as he stroked and sending a second stream of sexual sensation straight into his body.

Fuck, is this how having tits feels? Why don't girls like them more? It feels like I could cum just from groping them...

His nipple practically called out to him, and dimly he realised his boobs were big enough for him to easily reach the nipple with his mouth. He suckled it in, running his tongue around it, muffled moans disappearing into the flesh. The feelings rushing out of his nipple were making his cock strain like it was trying to get even harder, his hand practically gliding across it.

It felt good. Way better than jerking off ever felt before. He leaned back, shuddering, eyes rolling. Drool streamed down his areola, glistening just like the precum that dripped in rivulets from the thick slit of his cock. Adding to the delicious medley was the other slit beneath the bottom of his dick, his unfamiliar pussy boiling hot and dripping with lust, flexing and fluttering in symphony with the rest of his erogenous zones. He could feel tension building, both in his cock and in the depths of his groin. He whined desperately as bit by bit the pleasure mounted until, with an exultant gasp, he felt himself tip over the edge.

There were two distinct surges of pleasure, the one he was used to that spread out from the underside of his penis, and another entirely new kind. The familiar one was stronger than he was used to, the sensations multiplied by the extra size of this body's endowment. The other, though, flooded up from his spasming pussy into his abdominals, his torso flexing and jerking, his limbs seizing up. Between the two waves of sensation he lost conscious thought, and time peeled out. Powerful throbs from his rock-hard nipples and contractions deep in his vagina accompanied each lurch and blast of spunk from his cock.

His nipple dropped from his mouth to allow high-pitched moans to echo around his bedroom, the unmistakable sounds of someone deep in the throes of feminine ecstasy, even if they were basting themself in baby-batter from their own dick.

After the orgasm had gripped his brain and body for what felt like forever, it finally petered off, his dick lazily disgorging a last few loads of cum as it started to flag and shrink. Looking down over his body he hadn't realised precisely how messy his orgasm had been at the time, with ropes of spunk reaching all the way up to his face, coating his tits and now pooling between his meaty thighs. His heart was thumping and his breath was coming in staccato gasps, like he'd just run a sprint.

If this was a dream, his brain was more fucked-up than he thought.

There was a towel at the end of his bed and, lacking better options, he grabbed it to clean himself off. He realised that it didn't actually bother him to have cum all over his body, but he wanted to put some clothes on. Jiggling, he wandered over to the closet. What he found there would have shocked him had the rest of his morning been more conventional.

Just like his wallet, just like his social media, his room had rearranged itself to fit whatever had happened to him. His closet was full of clothes that were not only properly sized to roughly fit his body, unusual in itself, but also far more feminine and revealing than his usual fare. Donovan felt he dressed pretty well, and he could see among the clothes some examples of the shirts, shorts and pants he'd collected over the years, there were a lot of other blouses, skirts, dresses and even some catsuits. He swiped through clothes until he found some jeans and a basketball shirt, the shirt tailored outrageously in the front to allow for the existence of his gigantic tits without hanging like a tent. His stomach growled after he slipped it on, prompting him to head outside into the living room.

His ostensible roommate was sitting at the small dining table. Most of the living room was laid out in a familiar way and most of the furniture was the same, with only small differences that suggested anything was different – aside from his roommate's body of course. They waved as Donovan exited his room.

"Welcome to the land of the living, babe." They smirked. "Enjoy yourself?"

Donovan couldn't stop the blush from rising to his cheeks. He became acutely aware of how tightly his jeans were stretched over his massive ass, which was of course revealing some things towards the front.

"Sorry I couldn't help out but bacon and eggs waits for no switch."

Donovan stared for a moment. "... help out?"

His roommate stared back. "Are you feeling all right, peep? I know you were kind of fucked up off the hangover in there, but I thought a good hard cum would knock your brain back into order. I'm sorry I couldn't help out with your boner. I mean I guess I could have given you a quick handy while I was eating but these are poached eggs, Diamond. Poached. The texture totally wouldn't work with jizz."

They smirked again, sliding their chair out slightly and twitching their robe to the side. Donovan gasped as their own erect cock popped out from between their thighs, swinging up and bobbing to a stop, leaving a dripping trail of slimy, clear fluid from the fat head.

"Although hey, if you're interested, listening to you play in there got me all worked up..."

Donovan nearly choked. "Y-you can't be serious?"

His roommate rolled their sultry eyes. "What, because I ignored you before? Just once I didn't come running when you begged me to give you a tittyfuck? Jeez, you're a petty switch." One hand still grabbing pieces of their breakfast, the other wrapped around the base of their cock and started to slowly stroke, eyes still locked with Donovan's. He coughed.

"Ricardo, you-"

"What?" They looked genuinely confused. "Who the fuck is Ricardo? I'm Riki, peep. What the hell kind of name is Ricardo?"

"I, uh, r-Riki, uh. Something is really wrong. None of this is right."

Riki's face flashed with concern, and they dropped their hand from their cock. "Hey I was just teasing, hume. I'm sorry. I understand you're not really feeling great-"

"No it's... Rica- uh, Riki, you... You don't see anything wrong with, y'know, anything, right now?"

They paused, weighing up the question. "Well, aside from you? ‘cos you're acting weird, peep."

"You... Don't remember being a man yesterday?"

"What's a "man"?" Riki went back to slowly stroking their dick. "All I remember yesterday is meeting your new partner and us all going out for drinks to celebrate?"

"We... No, what the fuck, we went out drinking because Tamira broke up with me, because I cheated on her."

"Cheated? What, at one of your video games or something? Why would they break up with you for that?"

Donovan's breath was coming faster as a faint panic rose. "No, man, I... I had sex with Brittany, that blond girl who came onto me at the club the other night, and Tamira fucking found out and dumped me."

Riki was still calmly stroking themself, moaning lightly as their cock throbbed. "Mmph. Okay, uh, first thing, is "man" and "girl" something new people are saying now? Second, why the fuck would Tamira dump you for having sex with someone else? Like yeah I know you hooked up with Brit, that's super cool and they're hot as fuck. That's what we were celebrating, right? But I thought they got along really well with Tamira?"

Riki may as well have been speaking in tongues. Donovan's mouth dropped open, gaping like a fish for a few seconds, while Riki kept stroking themself. It didn't help Donovan's concentration that Riki's miles of cleavage were shaking like jello with every stroke of their cock, accompanied by delicate gasps and moans.

"C-come on, Di," they panted, "at least s-suck my titty or something, fuck. You c-can't have a screaming orgaassmm ooh fuck in the room n-next door and not help me out?"

Donovan stood stunned and silent for a moment, then shrugged and dove straight in. Even so soon after shooting off, the events of the last few days had shown that Donovan had zero self-control when it came to a thick curvy body and a huge pair of fat tits. He grabbed one of Riki's breasts with both hands, lifting it to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the giant brown nipple. Riki shrieked and shuddered as he started to suck, their hand shaking as Donovan's tongue pushed into the bloated tip and lapped around the extent of the areola, leaving space for him to suck as much as he could into his mouth.

Donovan couldn't have predicted what happened next. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Riki was having trouble maintaining their rhythm on their dick, and without even thinking about it, he reached over and wrapped his hand around it, displacing their hand and starting to stroke. Riki was moaning and writhing before it really hit him what he was doing - he was jerking someone off. Sure, they were a ultra-thick, jumbo-breasted hot femme, but he was still touching someone's cock. A day ago he would have been disgusted. Right now he was fascinated by how it moved and felt, what Riki's overripe body did in response to his touching and stroking. Fat flesh swelled against his face and slapped into the side of his head as Riki shook, and their cock lurched like it was trying to escape his grip.

"O-oh fuck, Di, yes, oh shit I- I'm gonna... You're... Hhnnngg..."

Their voice trailed off into high-pitched grunts and whines, their left hand rising up to sink into their free breast, the right slipping behind Donovan's head and pushing it harder into their nipple, smothering him in more tit than he'd ever seen in one place in his life - and that included the time he'd had a threesome. Despite it having been only a matter of minutes since his orgasm, his cock was steel-hard, pulsing from between his thick thighs, straining hard against his tight jeans and projecting an absurd distance down the leg. Its throbbing tugged it against the silky skin of his thigh in a way that stimulated the extra-sensitive organ almost as well as actual play would have done to the one he'd had the night before.

Riki gasped, seizing up a little, tensing, and then squealed as they started to cum, hips bucking up from the chair with each pulse from their shaft, fat ropes of pearly spunk flying from the end of their cock and across the kitchen table to an almost absurd distance. Donovan pulled his head from Riki's breast and replaced it with his free hand, watching in awe as thick goo arced several feet into the room. His mouth watered a little as he watched the fat, pulsing head belching out so much baby batter. Riki collapsed back into the chair, groaning in pleasure, tits heaving, then looked out across their breakfast.

"Ooh. Oh, fuck. I've cum all over my eggs, haha. Oh well. Wow, that was... That was nice. It felt different to how you normally give a handy. A bit more gentle. Oof, you really went to town on my titty, though."

They cut an egg with their fork, regarding the liberal coating of semen across it, shrugged, and popped it into their mouth. "Mmph. Yeah. Texture doesn't really work. It's good cum, though, but what's new about that? Everyone likes their own brand, don't they."

Donovan sat speechless, his mouth hanging open in pure shock. He looked down at his hand, still glistening with Riki's cock juices, his dick pulsing like it was trying to tear out of his jeans and his nipples hard as diamond and printing against even his loose top. Donovan would have previously told you that the idea of even putting his hand near someone else's dick would have made him vomit. Now, he'd just jerked someone else off and was staring at the aftermath, hornier than he'd ever been in his life. Riki watched him carefully, their face slightly concerned.

"Hey, you all right hun? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or, heh, one of those "man"s you were talking about before!"

Their eyes flicked downwards, and they licked their lips. "Obviously not too freaked out, heehee. You're so hard! You're such a big titty pervert. That's okay, titties are great." They slid their hand down to Donovan's thigh, pushing the pad of their thumb firmly against the shaft of his dick and grinding it up and down, looking him deeply in the eyes and smiling wryly.

"Want me to keep going?"

Donovan nodded dazedly, his massive hips writhing of their own accord as they tried to buck forward into Riki's hand. Riki grinned and withdrew their hand, leaning back and sticking out their tongue as they picked up their fork.

"Nuh-uh! You took too long when I was horny before! I'm taking this to my room, you can stay here and fap."

Riki gave one of Donovan's tits a gentle slap and picked up their plate, leaving Donovan to blink as they walked back into their room and closed the door, the lock clicking shut. Donovan groaned, his cock straining hard enough against their jean leg to actually ache. A dark patch was spreading out from the tip where the denim was skin-tight over it. Gobbets of spunk still sat on the table, and Donovan's eyes were drawn to them in a way he was struggling to resist. His mouth was still watering. He shook his head and pushed away from the table, staggering back to his bedroom. He groaned as he fumbled at the overtight button of the jeans, desperately trying to free his hips, finally managing to peel them down off his massive thighs and free his cock, red and dripping with need.

He sat back down on the bed, spreading his legs and starting to stroke himself. Just like before, his fat tits rebounded off his arm with each pump and his lush midriff jiggled, leaving him feeling like his whole body sloshed with the motion of his masturbation. Instead of forming a mental picture of something as he normally would, though, he was staring - staring at his own cock. He watched huge drips of precum glisten on the tip, sliding across his hands. It was... big. So big, in fact, that swung up to greet him like this, it would only take him bending forward slightly to-

Before he realised what was happening his lips were kissing the end of his own cock. He drew back in horror, but the salty, musky taste left on the tip of his tongue demanded that he move back. He breathed deeply, inhaling the rich scent rolling off his body, then plunged his mouth forward again and took the entire head of his dick inside it.

For something the size of an apple, that was no small feat. It filled his mouth, but not in a way where he felt as though he was straining to fit it. It just seemed to slip almost perfectly in, leaving nearly no gaps around it, his lips and palate stretching to allow it space.

What the fuck am I doing?! He thought to himself. Stop it! Get that gay shit out of your fucking mouth!

Deep inside he knew he should have been revolted, that his stomach should have been turning from the very idea of what he was doing, but the brain that came along with this sex-freak body wanted dick, and his apparently fit the bill exactly.

No, no, fuck, st-stop, it's... Mmm... He pushed forward and a few inches slipped down his throat. It was wet, warm and velvety, stretching perfectly around a cock nearly as thick as a soda can with only the barest hint of resistance. He gurgled, sympathetic pulses of pleasure from the feeling of deepthroating himself pulsing deep inside his unfamiliar pussy, along with the exquisite sensation of having his huge and sensitive dick sucked by an eager mouth. The sensations layered on top of each other so strongly that he had to stop just to collect his composure, his body shuddering too much to let him keep focusing on pushing forward.

He managed to fit another inch or two down his throat before he physically couldn't contort his head to allow it to move any further, then pulled back to a position where it was more comfortable to move up and down the length. He dimly realised that these instincts that he was powerless against were leading him less to sucking his dick and more to fucking his own throat. He dragged his mouth up and down his pulsing length, the fat head probing his mouth, the back of his throat and his neck, moaning in horrified delight, drool pouring from his mouth wherever the tight seal of his lips would let it.

The dual sensations spurred him on to keep thrusting up into his own face, his hands gripping the shaft on either side and pumping what he couldn't reach with his lips, spit and precum mixing into a slick lube that let his dainty, long-nailed fingers glide up and down nearly frictionless. His room filled with whines mixed with the sloppy, dripping sounds of wet and enthusiastic fellatio.

This time the spasms of pleasure rose from his vagina first instead of his cock, pulsing and tightening in sympathy with his ravaged throat, before they blossomed out from the base of his dick and caused it to start lurching in his throat. The throbbing stretched it out even more, sending even stronger contractions between his legs, building on itself until finally-

The first load his cock spewed into his throat was surprisingly small, contracting and disgorging the thick fluid more than shooting it. He swallowed almost entirely on instinct, his body revelling in the hot goo sliding down his throat at the same time as a mind-bending orgasmic spasm. The second load, however, in another second or two, was a high-powered blast that forced its way down his throat without him even needing to swallow, surging into his belly to sit thick and heavy. He sat impaled on his own dick as it bucked, lurched, and blasted load after load of thick spunk directly into him.

By the time he'd finished, and gravity was able to pull his wet, cum-soaked mouth off the end of his flagging erection and let him fall back on the bed, he was fucked-out in a way he'd never experienced in his life. Drained body and soul, every ounce of energy and every conscious thought in his brain having exited his body through his dick or his still-throbbing, dripping snatch. He laid in his afterglow for what could have been five minutes, two hours, or three weeks, wallowing happily in a deep and thorough satisfaction that he could never have even thought possible.

Then the awareness of exactly what had just happened hit him and his eyes went wide. He bolted upright, dragging the immense, pendulous weight on his upper torso with him in a chaotic dance of bouncing momentum.

Did I just suck myself off? Did I like it? He'd heard the urban legends about it, of course, as well as the assertion that it was more like giving a blowjob than getting a blowjob.

Was it? No, it's... It's no different to jerking off. Every guy would do that if he could reach his own mouth. Yeah. No big deal. They totally would, especially if it felt like that every time. Just the blowjob, of course. Not the lingering taste of his own salty jizz still rolling around inside his mouth. His pussy squished between his meaty thighs, buzzing with pleasure, but oddly... empty.

His phone buzzed, bringing him out of his thoughts. Lunch with Brit. He recognised the café. He had time to get there. It wasn't as if he was going to find out any more about what had happened to him sitting in his room playing with himself, as tempting as the idea was. Maybe he should meet up? He stopped for a moment and considered that back in the real world, Brittany's tits had already been absolutely mind-blowing, and in this weird porny fuck-fantasy world they were probably...

He grinned stupidly. Yeah, time to get lunch. He hummed happily as he rifled through his closet, running on autopilot until he'd picked himself out a tight white tanktop and a pair of small denim shorts - it was hot out, he rationalised to himself. Also, he was hot out. Watching his tits jiggle and strain at the tank top with an ocean of cleavage, his thick thighs on full display out of the bottom of the shorts, stretched to bursting with his butt and the fat log of his flaccid dick pushed to the left.

Why was this so comfortable? He fluffed his hair out, grabbed a bag, dropped his phone in it and stepped back out into the living room where Riki had taken a position at the couch. Donovan stopped in shock as he thought a porno was playing on the TV but realised it was just a half-nude person in an ordinary TV show.

"Hey Ric- uh, Riki, I'm going out for lunch."

"Cool, peep! Have fun!"

 

If it hadn't been clear that he'd woken up in an entirely different world already, walking through the neighbourhood made it crystal. Every single person he walked past, just doing their ordinary business, was the same sort of hyper-sexy fem. They had a variety of different body types and shapes within that, but all of them were stacked, curvy, had wild hair colours and, as near as he could tell, a huge dick.

Telling was not as difficult as it would have been in the normal world - while it was apparently still the done thing for your bits to be covered, the degree to how much covering demanded modesty was debatable. There were some bulges he passed where a casual glance allowed him to work out every contour of someone's cock and vulva.

Then there was the first time he encountered someone fucking in public.

In fairness it wasn't "fucking" exactly - they weren't exactly raw-dogging on the sidewalk. It was, however, a vigorous tit-wank on a couch in the front room of a thrift shop, in full view of anyone on the street from the large windows. People glanced to the side with some interest, but nobody seemed to react as though this was in any way odd - just hot. Like everyone else, the giver had enormous, plush, deliciously jiggling breasts, and the receiver had a bigger dick than Donovan had ever seen - at least, until that morning, he mused with pride, because his was bigger.

Once he'd seen that, he started to spot it everywhere. A handjob outside a pizza joint. A titfuck outside a store. A lapdance on a park bench. It seemed like playing with someone's dick was as casual as a friendly hug.

It was also turning him on more the closer he got to the café. He could feel the blood surging to his nethers as he walked, his cock pulsing vainly against the tight denim of his shorts. Strangely, though, while he was consciously aware of how fully on display he was and that he should have been concerned by it, the instinctual urge to cover up that he should have been feeling simply wasn't there. His lizard brain was perfectly comfortable with showing off his entire body to the world.

He let more of a swagger fall into his step, let his hips swing more, revelled in feeling his body shake and sway and jiggle. His tits were heavy and constantly present but not uncomfortable - despite how new they felt to him, he knew how to accommodate them, and he could just focus on how damn good it felt to show them off. He'd always been a confident man, but the absolute comfort he was letting wash over him in this shocking, unfamiliar body was unlike anything he'd ever known.

He caught eyes as he walked, fluttering eyelashes, licked lips, subtle and not-so-subtle flashes of deep cleavage and bulges. Donovan had eyes on the prize, though - he was going to rail Brittany - or Brit, whatever - senseless the moment he got the chance.

He found the café in the same place he remembered it from the real world. A little French-style place with iron chairs, creeping rose vines. Girls loved it - or, he guessed, in this world, everyone loved it. Maybe some people were feminine, and some weren't?

When he saw Brit he realised some people were definitely feminine. Hair so blond and shiny it was practically yellow cascaded from their hair down to nearly the floor from where they were sitting at one of the outside tables. They wore a frilled pink dress, cut and shaped to both fit around and show off curves lusher and more indulgent than Donovan could have imagined in his wildest dreams. They were huge, but he realised that it was their abundance of breast and buttock making them look so. They looked over as he approached, and practically squealed as they stood up from the table.

"Diamond!"

They pulled Donovan into a pneumatic hug. He was smothered by piles of baby-pink fabric barely holding back a tidal wave of breastflesh, immediately feeling his cock react to them. Then, as if to enhance the effect, they pulled his face into theirs and shoved their tongue down his throat, grinding their curves against his, breast rubbing against breast, compressing down to accommodate how tightly Brit was pulling him in.

He heard their whines and moans, their gigantic nipples hardening against his skin, before he felt one of their hands creeping down between his legs and fondling the hefty, damp bulge of his cock. They giggled, tracing delicate lines across it with slender fingers.

"Seems like you need a lovely warm welcome, baby!"

The confident swagger he'd had about what he was going to do to them evaporated the moment that offer went on the table. He watched their pretty soft-cheeked face smiling under those wavy golden waterfalls, he paused, he stammered. They smiled even brighter.

"Oh my deity, you're so cute! How did I land such a gorgeous person?"

Donovan was still babbling, so Brit just shrugged and shucked the top of their dress off their shoulders, lifting tits like beach balls from out of the piles of pink in practised movements until the milky-white mountains of flesh sloshed and wobbled in their arms, forming a cavernous cleft of invitingly soft and pliant cleavage that made Donovan's mouth water just to lay eyes on it.

"Come on, Di. They're right here. Fuck my titties."

Brit squealed in delight as Donovan's dick slid in and out of their tits, barely able to hold them together until Donovan joined his hands to theirs and pushed them together as he humped and thrusted. They heaved back and forth in heavy, undulating waves that crashed and pulled against the unfamiliar length of his dick.

Donovan was so worked up that it didn't take long at all before his clear, feminine voice was ringing out across the cafe as he unloaded everything he'd worked up on the trip over across Brit's wobbling frontage. He collapsed into his seat with a dopey grin as Brit replaced their dress right over his spunk.

"Mmm. Not that I'm complaining, but what was the occasion for that?"

"O... Occasion? Saying hi to my joyfriend?"

Donovan got the hint a little faster this time as he filtered it through the twisted logic of the situation he'd woken up into. Giving your romantic partner a tit-fuck really was the equivalent of a somewhat intimate hug.

"Oh, uh, I just mean, it was so good, it felt like you were making it special!"

They blushed and giggled. "Aw, thank you. No, nothing special, except I guess I'm feeling big NRE this morning, you know?"

"Uh, yeah, definitely, haha." Brit gave him a skeptical look.

"You've never felt New Relationship Energy before?"

"Oh-OH. Well, yeah, all the time." That wasn't a lie, to be fair. Donovan had put some miles on the clock where that was concerned, although he rarely thought of them as relationships.

"Of course you have, you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met." Brit leaned forward, staring dreamily at him. "I'm so lucky, I can't believe I have you."

"Are you serious, Britta- Brit? You're a walking wet dream."

They pouted smugly. "Well I'm glad you think so."

"Who wouldn't, you've got tits bigger than City Hal-uh, I mean..."

He'd gotten too comfortable with the situation and braced himself for the offended shriek, but Brit only smiled more.

"You're so sweet! I really do love that you're so into tits." They rearranged their top generously, Donovan staring hungrily at their sloshing cleavage.

"Who isn't, especially ones like y- oh, shit."

Donovan spotted a sight over Brit's head that made him want to retreat into his own cleavage. It was unmistakeably this brave new world's spin on his girlfriend Tamira, walking towards the cafe.

They were thick, of course, it would have been unusual otherwise. They seemed to be tending towards the fitter and leaner side of the equation, though, contrasting starkly with Brit's lush, overflowing body. They were tall and strong, at least for their context where their five feet, six inches was a towering Amazon stature. Their hair, a rich black shot through with glinting golden strands, was held up in thick braids, with three long strands decorated with gold bands allowed to fall and whip around as they walked. A huge bright orange sports bra held their breasts, which Donovan was only disappointed he hadn't seen first that day so they wouldn't come up short compared to the other pairs he'd become intimately familiar with because they would otherwise have been a dream. A pair of tiny shorts in the same colour hugged their firm, round ass, and did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that even completely flaccid they were packing a monstrous cock, that packed tightly to the side from their pelvis. When they reached the table, Donovan was struck by the fact that not only were they tall for one of the people in this place, they were quite a bit taller than him. He swallowed, looking up their deep brown figure into their flinty eyes.

"Tamira, I-I'm, uh, I'm-"

"Hot as fuck, like usual, baby. Good to see you." They turned to Brit. "And great to see you too, Brit. You know what I always say, I never metamour I didn't like!"

Brit giggled and craned upwards for Tamira to lean down and lock lips with them. Donovan, again, stood watching in wordless shock. He'd expected a verbal reaming, and instead was being presented two of the hottest people he'd ever met making out. Riki had implied that things weren't going to be how he expected, but he hadn't quite until now processed it.

Tamira and Brittany - or Brit, he guessed - were not jilted lover and unaware side piece. They were metamours - lovers of a shared lover. Donovan had heard about polyamory, and a part of him had wanted to learn more about it to try justifying his behaviour, but it seemed like in this strange dream it was standard operating procedure that they shared him - and each other.

Tamira broke off the kiss with a rapturous Brit and looked sardonically at Donovan. "You've got good taste, babe."

He tried to reply with a smooth, confident "yeah, I do" but it came out as more of a croak. Tamira laughed and stepped forward, pressing into him tightly enough that not only did their breasts press against his face but his chest parted enough that the hardening mass of their cock rubbed against his plush stomach.

"Such good taste, Diamond, that your sexy little joyfriend has got me all worked up too. Would you like to show me how good your taste is by reminding yourself how I taste?"

Donovan squeaked as he realised what they were asking him, and then realised that his immediate reaction wasn't a sickened "no." Brit craned in from behind them before he could say anything.

"I'd sooo love to see that, but we need to head off now if we're going to catch the movie together."

"Ah shit, I forgot about the fucking movie." Tamira stepped back, their shorts visibly straining with their growing cock. "Ugh, I hate the movies. Fine, let's go."

Donovan thought a movie might be a good opportunity to take a minute to sort his head out - and after he saw that the title sounded like some firmly ignorable movie about feelings, he also planned to exit to the bathrooms and sort his other head out at the same time and stave off the way his dick was pulsing desires at him to see what Tamira had crammed into their shorts.

The theatre was a little different but recognisable. The rows of seats had armrests that folded up between them, and also leaned back more than he expected. A few groups had already taken their places, with a lot of petting and snuggling and more than a little playing with each other. Tamira sat back against their seat, stretching their arms out to either side.

"Go on, sit down."

Brit flopped heavily and happily down, leaving a space between them and Tamira. It was obvious where Donovan was supposed to go, and he tentatively wiggled his enormous rear into the space, where both of his lovers immediately put arms around him and turned to face him. His breath caught in his throat.

"I've been so shocked it's taken you this long to finally find another partner, Diamond. The way you bounced between people for so long, never introducing me to any of them, I was getting a little worried."

So apparently Diamond was a player just like Donovan, except for them it was just a topic of vague concern for friends and family, an unfortunate phase. To be fair, if it was not only okay but expected to have multiple partners, what reason would anyone have to cheat?

"Uh, well, you know, gotta play the field first, right?"

Both Tamira and Brit gave him an odd look, but quickly flicked their eyes to each other and smiled. The lights dimmed and the movie began.

As Donovan expected, it was a fluffy movie about feelings. What he didn't expect was for the big city lawyer femme to immediately whip their substantial tits out for the country-fried first-love butch from their hometown and for the next fifteen minutes of the movie to be dedicated to the femme saying hello to the butch's huge cock. His mouth dropped open as it started, and dropped open even further when he looked at saw what was happening next to him.

Tamira had groaned and slid down their exercise shorts, freeing their gigantic dick to the cool air of the theatre. It was at full mast now and Donovan's assessment of it had been correct - they were easily three inches longer than him and noticeably thicker. Clear slime rolled from the end of it as Tamira cupped and stroked the head with one hand and slid their other hand down the base of the shaft. Looking past them he realised the entire line of moviegoers were all starting to jerk off, or jerk off the person next to them, or both.

Brit's hands were also down between their chubby legs. They'd flipped up their dress to reveal their own nine-inch cock, and were industriously stroking themselves and working their fingers up into and away at their fat pussy. It was actually quite a feat around the obscene mass of their out-of-control breasts. They looked to the side and saw Donovan staring.

"Want me to do you, baby?"

Donovan barely got to respond before their hands reached over, one sliding down his shorts, the other reaching down to gently grasp his moist, thickening cock and extract it. They slowly stroked him as they looked back up at the screen.

As he shuddered and settled into his seat, he felt Tamira's hand slide across his as they leaned their head closer to his.

"Well, Di, Brit's got you covered, so now you've got to do your bit for me. You know I'm too big to get off properly on my own with just my hands."

They gently slid his hand across to their glistening, twitching cock.

He didn't. Of course he didn't. He was a man, he liked women, he didn't touch cocks that weren't his! The very idea was disgusting, even if the cock was attached to someone who would otherwise have been his ideal figure in a partner.

And yet he really, truly wanted to. It was an urge from deep in the recesses of his brain, so raw and primal that it was stepping across and overwriting every conscious objection he had. He wanted to jerk off Tamira more badly than he wanted them to do anything to him.

He wrapped his delicate fingers around it, making it pulse and lurch back up. He felt the rush of horny satisfaction go straight to his pussy. He'd had partners who'd told him how much they loved watching it react when they touched his and he finally understood them.

Having experienced his earlier he was a little more prepared for what stroking it was going to feel like than he would have been, but it was still somewhere between terrifying and awe-inspiring. As he tried to tug at the skin of it he was struck by the sheer absurd enormity of the thing. Seventeen inches wasn't an organ, it was an entity in its own right, it was a weapon.

Some piece of half-aware knowledge flooded up that told him that even in a context where people routinely toted around cocks more than a foot long, Tamira was unusually, almost uniquely hung. They certainly carried themself with big dick energy - quiet strength, easy confidence and a manner that suggested they were going to get what they wanted, when they wanted it. It was the only thing stopping them from seeming like anything but a life support system for a gigantic cock a quarter of their height - which Donovan was starting to feel like for his own plush, overstuffed body and fat, aching dick.

Tamira's hand joined his on the shaft with a resigned grunt. "I fucking love being this huge but some days it's fucking inconvenient. I just want to be able to get off properly from hand play once in a while, you know? I haven't had a good satisfying cum from jerking off since I was fourteen."

They matched the rhythm of his strokes, joining their confident motions to his tentative touch. This spurred him to become bolder, more firm, and soon the two were stroking in tandem.

He soon realised that there was no way that his stamina was going to outlast Tamira's. They seemed to be nowhere near climax, and it didn't look as if Donovan's inexperienced hand was doing much to get them there any faster. Meanwhile, Brit's hands were playing a symphony of pleasure for him.

He struggled on but his focus started to slip as the throbs and pulses of impending orgasm beat against the sides of his brain. He squeaked when he felt one each of Tamira and Brit's hands sliding across his body.

They worked together in what felt like rehearsed concert. He gasped as each of them slid a hand up his tank top, pulling it up and over his head to let his enormous tits drop heavily out of it with a slap against his chest. Once Tamira had one hand roughly mauling his quivering breast while the other still determinedly pumped their cock, their attention returned totally to the movie. Brit's eyes had even never left the screen.

The big-city lawyer was lying on a hotel bed, their lush, chubby body on full display, jerking themself off on a phonecall to their betrothed back home while looking at nudes of their hometown friend's strong, tanned curves. In a weird way Donovan realised that "watching a movie" wasn't a euphemism for going out to some sort of porno theatre - it really was semi-public mutual masturbation in front of a regular movie, which just happened to be heavily interspersed with hardcore sex scenes.

The waves were coming faster now, Brit's fingers sliding faster up and down his shaft, Tamira's strong hand groping his sensitive mound, until he couldn't hold it any more as the hot tightness spread through his unfamiliar crotch. As the pleasure clamped down on his brain, his generous hips started to buck with each pulse of the sensation, and it seemed to physically squeeze globs of pearly spunk from the end of his enormous lurching pole. The pleasure gripped harder and it began to gush, and then jet, ropes of his love flying out in wild arcs across the floor in front of him. He couldn't do anything more than let out a series of piping, squeaky moans, his lush little body quivering and jiggling all over, rippling in waves of overfed flesh that matched the rhythm of the orgasmic waves.

It was beginning to approach an almost unpleasantly powerful climax when it finally let go of his muscles and let him collapse back against the seat in a panting, sweaty, quivering heap. Brit leaned against him, sighing quietly, and turning to whisper in his ear.

"You're so fucking hot. I have a really naughty idea..."

Donovan was a little terrified to learn what counted as a "naughty idea" from someone who'd just jerked him off in the middle of a movie theater, but then he felt Brit's warm tongue against the side of his face, her teeth gently nipping his earlobe, the bulk of her breasts pressing into his side.

"Let's make out."

They must have mistaken Donovan's confused expression for being upset.

"Aw, Di, I know it's such a horny teenager thing to do but all this NRE's got me feeling like one again."

They started to plant sucking kisses on Donovan's bare shoulder, making him shiver, goosebumps rising up from his smooth dark skin. He leaned in and locked lips with Brit.

He'd always felt kissing was kind of a waste of time. He didn't get anything from it, it just got him to what he really wanted from a woman. This was different, though. Tender and aggressive at the same time, their lips and tongues pressing and entwining, tasting her salt and her warmth. The warmth was the most unexpected part - Brit's well-insulated voluptuous body ran hot, of course, and so did his, and the two of them meeting felt even hotter than the sum of its parts. Even so soon after a titanic ejaculation the sensation of it ignited fires of lust, the ache of erection in his softening dick, his unfamiliar, reactive nipples thick and hard in the cool air of the theatre.

He was losing himself into this incredible person, this deity of firm but yielding flesh, reaching up and out to feel more of them, grasping for their smooth shoulders, their fleshy arms, the unbelievable expanse of their bosom, like he was falling into everything that was them-

"Get a room, you two!"

A short-haired person from behind them had leaned forward, hissing angrily. When Donovan turned around to see their angry, but beautiful face, they were brazenly stroking their cock as they admonished him.

"Some people are trying to watch a movie!" They sat back, shaking their head, their equally-buxom, red-headed partner also glaring at Donovan while panting and tugging on their own shaft.

"So rude, honestly."

Brit giggled, shifting back to where they'd been sitting and reaching back down to their neglected dick.

"We'll finish that off later..."

Donovan returned his focus to the screen as well. The big-city lawyer's big-city joyfriend had made their way out to the small town to confront the corn-fed farmer. "Confront," in this case, meant "be thoroughly topped by," with the thick-bodied farmer railing the bespectacled beauty over a haybale while their shared lover watched wide-eyed from around a barn door.

The sight began to stir his loins again, and he shrugged and gripped his cock. Next to him, Tamira was flushed, grunting, both hands working away hard in a way that was clearly more about their desperation to finally cum than about dominant teasing. They really did seem to have an issue getting off from just stroking. They caught Donovan's eye and he realised he was staring at their dick as he rubbed himself. They leaned in with a harsh whisper.

"This is your fault, you little slut, and you are going to pay for it."

He'd never moaned out loud in a movie theatre before.

They burst through the door of Tamira's house, a tangle of groping, writhing flesh, arms and lips and hips reaching out for whatever they could find, breasts rebounding off buttocks, rigid meat shaking and throbbing.

Tamira had stripped off Donovan's top before they even got inside, playing with his tits, rolling them against their palms and scrubbing his sensitive nipples against their fingers while he mewled and struggled to open the door. They were hard but too large to be completely hard, a yielding, rubbery core underneath the pebbly skin, and Tamira played them like a maestro. It shouldn't have been possible for just being felt up to be better than any blowjob he'd ever had but it had him close to cumming.

They made their way to the bedroom and Tamira pushed him down on the bed. The expensive cotton was smooth and cool, raising slight goosebumps on his hot skin. He looked up, topless, breasts shaking and bouncing, cock straining against his overworked shorts. Brit moved in to sit down next to him on his left, their hand pressing into his breast, nipple nestled between their fingers, and leaned in close.

"Those prudes didn't let us make out earlier, Diamond, but it's just us now..."

Their lips met his again, reigniting the warmth, flooding his mouth again with the taste of theirs. This time they were gripping and squeezing his breast as well, sending tingles of sensation through the fleshy mound, his nipple throbbing with the need to keep being touched.

He felt Tamira slip in on his other side. Strong arms reached around him, making him want to settle backwards, until he felt one grip his free breast and the other his shoulder. Tamira said nothing, but Donovan heard everything he needed to when he felt their lips against his neck and shoulder.

He'd never had someone do this to him before. Like making out, this sort of intimacy was pretty alien to him, and certainly never something he tolerated a woman doing to him. There was no question of tolerating it now though because the feeling of Tamira kissing and sucking on his smooth shoulder was making him melt. The shudders thudded their way through his whole body, sending tingles to all of his extremities, his nipples tightening, his toes curling. Tamira squeezed harder as they softly bit on him, Brit pushed in and kissed more aggressively, and he was left helpless, whining and moaning, against the twin assault of sensation.

Brit left his lips and moved to his other shoulder, then began planting kisses down the curve of his breast until they could replace their hand with their lips, suckling at his nipple and planting wet kisses across the expanse of his areolas. His cock bucked hard, his body jerking, a front row seat to how different it could feel to own sensitive, reactive nipples.

Brit moved across, interwining their tongue with Tamira's fingers on his other breast, looking up with smiling eyes, an invitation Tamira returned with a rise of their eyebrows. Brit kissed up the curve of Donovan's left breast, meeting Tamira above his shoulder, and locked lips with them. Donovan felt himself squeezed between the two, pneumatic flesh pressing him against the core of strength under Tamira's soft but tight curves, a boat adrift on the crashing waves of his lovers' passionate embrace.

Tamira and Brit's lips parted with a string of moisture between them. Brit moved to the side so that Tamira could swing around and share that moisture with Donovan, pulling him in to an even harder, more dominant kiss. Brit slipped down again, placing their head between Tamira and Donovan's breasts, kissing, sucking and licking at whatever flesh found its way near her.

Donovan was going mad. The need boiling inside him was threatening to consume him, the desire to cum stronger than he could ever remember it feeling, and these two people were somehow teasing up to even greater heights than that. He could feel the sopping wetness in his shorts, both the rivers of precum from his aching dick and the lubrication from his pussy, the strain in his raging erection as it fought to escape, the heaving need in his body to be touched and brought to completion. That's when Tamira pulled back.

They stood up on their knees, hands on powerful hips, sneering, their shorts even more overworked, full and sopping wet. Their cock was strapped across to the side but still lifting the hem of the shorts away from their torso. It pulsed, and Donovan felt himself drool.

"You like watching me frustrated like that, don't you? Especially in front of your little joyfriend? Well, if you want to entertain them, I've got a better idea for you."

They knelt forward, looming over Donovan, their fingers gently sliding down to the wet mass of his cock in his shorts.

"Brit hasn't seen you suck yourself off yet, have they? You look so cute with those huge titties and lovely lips wrapped around your big dick, boo - I think they deserve to see it too, don't you?"

Donovan moaned agreement before he could even think about it, and Brit gave a low giggle in response. Each of his lovers gently held one of his gigantic, sensitive breasts apart while Tamira sat him back against the bedhead, guided his cock between them with their other hand and then took over from Brit's hand to squeeze his cleavage together.

He didn't even need to bend. Sitting down like this it was right there, and this time he didn't even hesitate before slurping the fat head of his cock into his mouth. Tamira gently rubbed the sides of his shaft with his own breasts for a minute, letting him get into a rhythm of sucking himself, and then moved forward, throwing a leg over him.

They reached into their shorts and groaned as they slipped it out, the absurd length glistening in the gentle light of the bedside lamp. Donovan's cock jumped in his mouth at the sight. They mounted him and slipped the shaft between his tits as well, both undersides grinding against each other smothered in the pillowy sea of his tits. They were large enough that Tamira was easily able to titfuck themself with them, and was able to join it with the dull but insistent pleasure of frotting with him and watching his pretty face be speared by his own shaft.

Brit watched in quiet awe. Their hands had moved away from the couple to down between their own chubby legs. They'd flipped up their dress to reveal their own cock, and were industriously stroking themselves and working their fingers up into and away at their fat pussy.

Donovan moaned into the shaft of his own dick, feeling it push back against his throat. He choked with violated gluk noises every time Tamira thrusted and pushed him up into himself. He could feel the weight of their shaft grinding against his, the way it twitched and pulsed between his sensitive tits, and he couldn't decide whether he liked the feeling of his dick between a pair of such incredible boobs more than he liked the feeling of such an incredible dick between his boobs. His whole body felt like it was sloshing in tidal motion, every inch of his flesh a soft jiggling node of pleasure. For someone who used to pride himself on his well-maintained strong, masculine body, he was loving being a plump, curvaceous sex goddess.

Tamira groaned, tensing up, and then pressing his tits even harder around their dick as it started to shoot up across Donovan's face. Gout after gout of hot, thick semen jetted out in viscous ropes, Tamira falling back so it began to fire up into the air to splash across his tits as well as his face. The sensation hit something deep inside him, kicking him over the edge into his own orgasm as well, choking and spluttering as even more cum unloaded into his overfull mouth until it jerked itself out and started to fire off into the air as well, mixing his seed with Tamira's, basting his lush body in love batter.

Donovan sprawled in the sloppy aftermath. He was conscious, but for some reason found himself incapable of moving. His breaths were slow but laboured, his enormous glistening tits wobbled slightly as they rose and fell on either side of his chest.

He'd never, in his life, cum like that before. It was centred on his dick, and to a lesser extent in his pussy, but the sensation had spread from and within his entire body.

He turned his head to one side and a pale expanse of flesh greeted him. Brit had undressed, revealing all of their soft rolls and folds, their chubby stomach and generous hips and lush thighs and of course their reality-defying breasts. They reached under them and lifted, heaving with effort, and the piles of flesh valiantly tried to slosh out of their hands. In a similar way to how Tamira seemed like an accessory to their obscene dick, Brit seemed like a passenger within the lewd enormity of their indulgent body.

They didn't say a word but simply gently offered one of their breasts to Donovan's slack, moist lips. He could taste the tang of salt on the rubbery flesh. They were boiling hot, all the warmth of their body concentrated in those baby-pink bumps.

They giggled happily and pushed harder, shoving more of their pillowy flesh against his face, prompting him to suck more. Soon his vision was completely filled, and he was bringing his hands up to hold it steady while desperately licking and chewing at the hardening nipple. He was barely aware of Brit moving around aside from it taking a little more effort to hold onto the sweaty mound with his mouth, until they suddenly dropped onto him.

He felt their curves mould around his own, skin fighting for supremacy over skin. He felt their immense weight, the pressure crushing down on him, leaving him helpless. Brit's nipple stayed in his mouth but their new vantage point allowed them to gather up their hanging breasts and press them together around and into his face.

If he'd thought their breasts were completely occupying his awareness before, this was another level. They smothered him totally in warm, humid darkness, every part of his face pressing into titflesh. He could barely move, and couldn't breathe at all. He was also hard as a rock.

He could tell Brit knew as well, because he felt them press and wiggle their ass against his dick. They said something, but Donovan couldn't hear it through eighty pounds of boob. He also desperately needed to breathe, and started thumping the bed until Brit finally freed him. Cool air rushed in to fill his lungs.

"Mmm, you do like tits, don't you honey? You're so fucking hard for me."

He nodded, gasping, and they giggled and rubbed their tits gently against him again.

"I think you need my giant tits smothering you while I bounce on your dick. What do you think?"

His penis somehow pulsed even harder and slapped the back of the curve of Brit's butt cheeks.

"Oh yeah. You like that. Okay then!"

Before he could react he was shoved back into the plush realm of their tits. Brit laid across him, pressing their body against his own sensitive boobs, throwing a leg across him to allow his cock to project up between their thighs. He felt then squeeze it between them, and became suddenly aware that while Brit may have been fat, they were not weak, and their body in fact contained a significant amount of strength and flexibility under the seemingly-pampered surface.

They pulled their legs up, sliding Donovan's dick up until it pressed against their pussy, and slid forward until he could feel it grinding against both their pussy and the lower curve of their ass cheeks. While still keeping him thoroughly smothered they also somehow managed to start jerking him off with their thighs and grinding him against their slick cunt.

Donovan felt Brits weight humping up and down against him as they skilfully rubbed his dick against their crotch, pushing it in with their feet for maximum friction. He could only feel it, because the entirety of every other one of his senses was smothered in their boobs. They stopped for a moment to lift up a pile of tit and give him a desperately needed chance for a deep breath before dropping them straight back down again.

This time Brit arched their back, slipping Donovan's cock deeper between their thighs. They wiggled it into place at the cleft of their pussy, rubbing wetness into the tip before slamming their ample rump directly down. His dick plunged in several inches in just a few seconds. They were tight and firm but in a yielding way, like their vagina was playing with him, putting up a brief fight before playfully giving in.

He felt them roll their hips before plunging down further. He heard something that was almost certainly a distant, muffled moan, and felt a brief moment of pride - despite contributing nothing to Brit's pleasure besides his erection.

Brit worked their way down inch by inch until Donovan felt the curve of their rump press against his pelvis. They took a moment with him completely inside them to lift up their breasts again, grunting and spreading them apart to give him a sweaty grin through their cleavage. From Donovan's perspective, looking up at their fat cock nestled between fatter thighs, crowned by a soft stomach and those mind-boggling breasts, he felt like he was being mounted by a particularly lewd fertility deity. He was ready for worship as his world went dark again, soft, heavy flesh slapping back down onto his face.

Brit started to ride him now, first just rolling and grinding, then starting to pull out a little, then bouncing powerfully, pulling up most of the way off him and slamming back down. Their bulk was no impediment to moving fast and deliberately, and each thrust hit the two of them together with the loud, echoing slap of flesh against flesh. Their curves moved practically independently of them, a tremellose dance following after their motion.

Brit came first, a sudden, hard orgasm that pitched them forward shaking and babbling, their hips twitching as Donovan's tool wrung more pleasure out of them. Ropes of cum jetted out between their pair as their cock ejaculated in tandem with their fluttering pussy. The movement dislodged their breasts enough that Donovan was able to breathe again, with a little difficulty when Brit collapsed on top of him spasming in orgasmic stupor.

Their shaking and moaning and the whole-body sensation brought him over the edge as well, drawing out squeaking moans as he groped and flailed and unloaded hard inside them. Brit clung onto him until he was completely done cumming, hugging tight, and then softly and tenderly kissed him.

"You're so incredible, oh my deity, oh my deity, I'm so lucky, I'm so fucking lucky..."

They snuggled together for a moment before Donovan felt movement next to him. Tamira had sat down next to him with a tight smile and a glint in their eye.

"That was absolutely beautiful and I love both of you. Problem is you're ridiculously hot and you've only helped me get off once today, and I've just sat here and watched you fuck my metamour. I am horny."

They shifted and their giant dick popped up into Donovan's vision. It was angrily hard, red and pulsing, glistening with lubrication.

"Go on, cutie."

Donovan's mouth watered as he stared reverentially. Without even thinking he reached out with his tongue. It was slick and salty, burning hot, elastic skin around a rigid core that throbbed with frustration and need. Continuing on, servicing that need, was a decision as natural as breathing. Every ounce of his brain, body and soul told him with no room for argument what he needed to do.

Brit sleepily but obligingly rolled off him so he could crawl over in front of Tamira. His breasts swung down, his nipples dragging across the sheets and pinging him with post-orgasmic overstimulation, ass swaying in the air. He wrapped a hand as far around the bottom of Tamira's shaft as it would go, and when his fingers didn't even touch together joined his other hand just above it. He looked up with wide eyes at the glossy monster, feeling Tamira's heart beat through its bulk.

This was it. He was doing this.

He pulled it down until the tip was level with his mouth. It looked even bigger like this. There was no way this could fit in his mouth - and yet somehow it did. As his lips parted around it, he found it could just keep slipping in. His mouth resisted for a moment before allowing it further entry, stretching to accommodate a glans and shaft much thicker than his forearm, even the one from his previous body.

The shock almost knocked him out of what he was doing, but the hot, salty musk gripped his lizard brain and pulled it back to his task. Tamira's cock was no longer just in his mouth, it was firmly inside him, and he wasn't going to stop until he could kiss Tamira's crotch.

"Oh, fuck yes, I love watching that pretty little mouth fucking ruin itself on me. You gonna take every inch of my giant dick?"

He moaned completely involuntarily, though the noise did nothing but vibrate against their pole. He felt one of their hands gently weave its way into his glittering white hair and looked up at them with wet, happy eyes. He pushed forward, choking slightly as they stretched out his throat. He was fully on hands and knees now, breasts hanging and dragging along the bed, working his way horizontally along the pole.

He felt it slide further inside him, sending up sparks of sensation and leaving him deliciously full. Tamira responded with wiggling and satisfied groans that tingled his brain all the way down to his hybrid loins. He was so intent on his goal that it took him by surprise when his nose met Tamira's pubic mound.

There is seventeen inches of someone's dick in my throat. The thought didn't bring even a hint of disgust any more, only pride. He hummed, feeling a third of his body rubbing against the incredible intruder, and was rewarded with a deep groan from his lover. Their head tossed from side to side in the telltale manner of somebody overstimulated with no outlet, only adding to Donovan's lewd pride. Suddenly he felt Brit's hands on his rump and their warmth pressing against him.

"I thought you might be feeling lonely back here, baby."

Even if his mouth had been accessible, he wouldn't have had time to reply before Brit sunk their dick down to the hilt into his cunt. His eyes crossed and his arms lost all their strength. He sunk forward, propped up on Brit and Tamira's erections and the cushiony mass of his own breasts.

"Ooh, they felt that, Brit!" Tamira reached across Donovan's prostrate body and high-fived their metamour. Brit smiled smugly and pushed forward until they were completely deep in Donovan again.

Even the violation he was currently getting from Tamira couldn't have prepared him for his completely unfamiliar pussy being filled with dick. He felt his insides spread apart with a protest, but it was a sly, knowing protest, one delivered with a wink, a smile and an inviting wiggle. His cunt knew exactly what was happening and wanted it, but also knew the game needed a little fight or it wasn't fun for anyone.

Brit withdrew back to the tip of their shaft in a slick motion and thrust in again, letting Donovan appreciate how incredibly wet he was as he felt his juices squeezing out and around the enormous cock. Every sensation this body had delivered him so far had at least partially mapped to something familiar, even if it was strange, transformed or enhanced. This, though - he had no frame of reference, no comparison. It was new, it was unique, and it was powerful. He pressed back against Brit as much as he was able to while still speared on Tamira's tree-trunk cock.

At the same time, Brit and Tamira pulled back and then rammed in unison, sending Donovan's brain completely into a tailspin. They then started to alternate, thrusting and withdrawing back and forth, rocking Donovan in tidal motion. He had stopped even trying to actively participate in the process, simply letting the two beauties use him and cresting the waves of sexual pleasure. This went on for only a little longer until the tandem violation pushed Donovan over the brink.

He shook and shuddered on the two shafts, not even able to vocalise, just delivering his orgasmic throes directly into the unyielding stiffness stretching out his throat. His pussy spasmed and squeezed against Brit, and almost as an afterthought his cock bucked and throbbed, jetting out thick, shameful ropes of cum across the bed and the sweaty underside of his own boobs.

"Aw, Brit, look at them, you made them cum so hard. It looked really cute from this direction - want to swap and see the next one?"

"Ooh, great idea - I want to see what your giant dick does to that pretty face!"

Donovan shuddered again with a muffled moan. He slumped onto his boobs after both lovers withdrew, giving him a moment to catch his breath and bask in afterglow, before feeling Tamira rest the slick underside of their shaft against his cheeks.

"Ready, cutie?"

It wasn't really a question, because they immediately pressed the bloated tip of their dick against his slit. Just that touch made him moan and arch his back.

"You watching, Brit?"

Brit had shuffled around in front of Donovan, leaning forward and filling his vision with cleavage.

"You have my complete attention."

Tamira tensed and pushed forward. They were a lot more gentle than Brit had been, but by necessity. Donovan was learning very suddenly and intimately exactly how big a seventeen-inch penis really was. Brit fucking him had felt relatively natural, his body playing along with the experience, but his body had no idea what to do here. He felt himself forcibly stretch to accommodate them, the unnatural beast of an organ only being matched by the disgraceful wetness and freakish elasticity of his love tunnel. Whatever his face was doing, Brit was definitely enjoying it.

Tamira kept entering, bit by bit. Every moment Donovan thought they must have been done, his body rearranged itself to allow another inch. He was moaning, gripping the sheets, the sensation up in his belly now and still going-

"Fuuuuck, you're-ohhff, s-soo big, I-uugh..."

He felt it throb as they kept pushing. He looked up and Brit had spread their legs apart, with a full view of where the underside of their erect cock met the top of their chubby pussy, replacing where a clitoris would otherwise have lived. The flesh of the top of their vulva stitched seamlessly into the bottom of their shaft. The whole arrangement glistened with moisture and pulsed expectantly.

He craned his neck forward and pushed his face into their pussy. They yelped in surprise, putting a hand on top of his head.

"Wow, Diamond, you eat pussy? You're kinky. Okay, if you're into it!"

They pushed his face against them a little harder. Donovan lashed at their folds with his tongue, feeling the bottom of their cock bob against his nose. He stopped for a moment to moan as he felt Tamira finally press into his butt, feeling like cock was reaching the bottom of his ribcage, and then returned to desperately kissing and licking as Tamira wound up for long, powerful thrusts.

Brit grabbed their cock, starting to stroke as Donovan ate them out, though he had to pause regularly as Tamira's cock slammed into some new part of his insides and briefly rewired part of his brain. They mashed him harder between Brit's legs with every thrust as the blond beauty stroked faster, palming one of their overflowing breasts and leaning back in ecstasy.

He heard Tamira grunt, then felt their strong hands reach underneath him. They heaved and lifted him up and back until his ass pressed into their lap. He nearly shrieked as the depth and angle of their cock shifted, but ended up choking instead as he felt their hands wrap around his own neglected shaft.

"Mmgh... Go on, slut. Shoot off all over those big, fat titties. I'm about to fill up your little cunt until you slosh. You want that?

He let out a wailing moan of inarticulate agreement, and Tamira started to pump again, both their hands and their hips. Brit watched hungrily, fixated on his dripping cocktip as they played with themself.

"Yeah, ugh, y-yeah Di, cum all over me, I want youuu-ooh, to ffff-uhcking glaze my boobies, I wanna-mmm-watch you cum your brains out, babe."

Donovan's eyes rolled, his tongue lolling out, a gout of milky slime belching from the fat, overworked head of his dick. Even beyond simply the pleasure his body could provide him in so many different ways, having sex felt completely different inside his own head. This wasn't just sensation, it was connection. He was moving and reacting and feeling in sync with his lovers, letting himself be used for their enjoyment and having that only enhance his own pleasure.

He was realising the extent to which sex had been a performance - performing desire, performing masculinity, a constant struggle to prove himself to himself that alienated him from the women he slept with and dissociated him from the very act. To feel real desire and intimacy after a lifetime without it was like the first breath of air after drowning. To be here like this, heaving and pulsing and sweating, fucking and feeling and tasting and loving and knowing-

He moaned, arching back, falling deeper into that ecstasy, rigid shaft and lavish breasts bouncing proudly from his voluptuous body. The sight made Brit's eyes widen and they fell forward, still playing with themself, and took six inches of the fat shaft into their mouth.

Time slowed. Donovan felt a vibration through his body-mind, a new tone in the harmony he was singing with his lovers. He felt Tamira's monstrous member pulse at the same time that Brit moaned into the head of his cock, and those brought forth the familiar tight, empty feeling through his body, the fluttering deep in his belly, but so much stronger.

He felt heat and pressure flood his insides. Tamira gripped him and slammed up into him, gasping and grunting, unloading a powerful, long-awaited orgasm. Brit's hips started to buck, the motion heaving the curves of their lush body, spraying their love across the bed and the swaying undersides of their tits. His eyes rolled, his mouth dropped open, and his body seized up as he came.

He was floating in a dark void. He didn't feel warm, or cold. He didn't really feel anything except a sense of comfort. He was safe.

A vision faded in front of his awareness, one that he could feel but remained aware that he was apart from, like he was living someone else's life - but it was his own. It was his familiar, natural body. His muscles, his rugged good looks. He was leaning against a wall, chatting with a hot girl in a little black dress.

She was into it. He took her home and fucked her, properly, him on top, her small and submissive beneath him. He could feel it. If he just reached out, stepped forward, he'd reconnect, he could be back there, back where he was meant to be-

He hesitated. The sex seemed hot and heavy at first but the more he watched, the more he realised it was a loveless, mechanical affair. His girlfriend was nowhere to be seen, nor his new squeeze. He'd fucked it up with both of them, and he didn't really want this one. He was doing it for his own self-image, his wounded sense of masculinity, filling an emotional hole created by his own actions.

He watched himself unload before she came and immediately roll off her, feeling nothing but release. He saw his life stretching out like this, using and discarding people, never growing, never changing, never finding what he was actually looking for.

He could have sunk forward into that. Back to a life that was on top. Powerful, in control, taking what he wanted.

Miserable.

He could feel stirrings of something else now. Sensation flowing not from the vision in front of him, but softer, warmer, rising up from below, gently enveloping him. He took one last look at the scene, sank back

and Diamond opened their eyes.

Read The Recipe

"And a bunch of hog's hair."

Faye squinted at the mouldering old book she had propped up against her kitchen backsplash, grabbing a handful of wiry bristles from the bag of ingredients on the counter next to her. A bunch seemed like a lot, but it was what the book said...

The book. A chance find on a day volunteering at the library clearing out old, mouldering stacks. A blank leather cover, of a strange, old, weathered leather. On the title page, in words that seemed to writhe before her eyes: Magick.

Every section detailed what seemed to be either a spell or a potion. Faye devoured it, fascinated, the little high school witch inside her giddy with glee. The wannabe librarian inside her was more focused on the aesthetics of the tome, its ancient pages, the leather, the strange writing that wiggled and slinked from sight.

It was finding the beauty potion that pushed her into actually trying one. The promises the description of the potion made, that it would make her the most beautiful woman in the world and give her a body of a goddess... She had to take the chance.

It wasn't that Faye was unattractive, exactly. There was nothing drastically wrong with her. Everything was just kind of five or six out of ten – a little too skinny in parts, a little pudgy in others, breasts just voluminous enough to point in odd directions.

It had taken about a week to gather a pile of strange ingredients under the book's instructions. Hog's hair, toad sweat, various herbs – it was classic literature witchery. Her roommate Lucas put up with the disruption with increasing frustration, and was now looking over her shoulder at the simmering pot of liquid, now bright pink after adding the bunch of hair.

"Don't you think this has gone far enough? What are you planning to do now?"

Faye shrugged. "Drink it, I guess. It can't hurt?"

"It really can. But sure, you do you."

Faye squinted at the book again. The letters had never really stopped writhing since she got it – did it say a "bunch" or a "pinch?" She shrugged, and turned off the gas as she stirred the pot, watching the bright pink potion shimmer. A sweet and spicy scent wafted from the surface, one she could feel heating her up from the inside when she breathed it in.

She ladled some of it into a glass. It was thick, like yoghurt, a trail of it running down from the rim of the glass. Was she really about to drink this? Something she made out of a recipe in a book she found rotting in a dusty stack, made of random animal parts?

"What's the worst that can happen, really?" She told herself that as she lifted it to her lips and began to drink. It danced on her tongue, filling her mouth with the same sweet-spicy taste it gave off in its aroma, and tumbled down into her stomach with a warmth that almost sparkled. Immediately the warmth, the prickling, glittering warmth, spread out from her stomach throughout her entire body, until it settled into what felt like every tissue in her body.

"O-oh, wow. Wow. Even if it doesn't do anything else, this feels amazing."

Her skin flushed, the cool air currents in the room playing across it and sending up goosebumps where the temperature dropped. Her breath caught, making her begin to pant like she was running a race. The tingling was still there, though, the prickling, and it was only growing.

Suddenly the sensation surged, both the prickling and the heat, specifically in her chest. She gasped as the two mixed together not just into a pleasant sensation but a rush of pure pleasure, like it was one of her most private areas being attended to by a lover but without any sort of actual touch, the sensation just appearing out of nowhere and buzzing straight up her nervous system.

Lucas looked over with a shocked jump as Faye moaned. "Faye, are... Are you all right?"

She moaned again. "Oh I'm better than all right, I-oooooohhhffffuuck this feels so good!"

The sources of pleasure multiplied, the enhanced sensation spreading down through her body, accompanied by invisible hands roaming their way around her body as well, caressing her breasts, squeezing her waist, massaging deep into her hips and thighs and most notably pressing and squeezing between her legs, putting delicious pressure on her throbbing clitoris. She clutched the kitchen counter, trying to get on top of the sensation, but just as she felt she could crest it it surged again and dunked her back underneath buzzing pink waves of pleasure. Her skin was heating up now, flushing red against the coolish air in the kitchen.

Focusing on trying to regain control, she didn't notice at first as the feelings were being joined by another, more direct sensation. Soon, though, she realised her bra straps were putting pressure on her shoulders, and the cups felt strangely tight as well. It was hard to tell under her dark red sweater, especially trying to think over the pink fog in her head, but something else strange was happening. She thumped the counter as an extra-intense pulse of pleasure rocketed from her tits right down into the core of her body, momentarily erasing her ability to think. This time, though, she could tell that it was accompanied by an increase on the pressure on her breasts from her bra. Once she'd recovered, she looked down, noticing that she could see a lot more of her woollen sweater than she could before.

She went cold, or as cold as she could with her skin moistening with sweat, heating up from within. Lucas had gotten up and approached her with a grim look of concern on his face.

"Faye, what's going on, why are you-"

She felt a pulse of that sudden, intense pleasure again, this time from her rear, and sinking forward in shock, she heard her jeans give out a protesting creak. She moaned, one hand roaming across the expanding curve of her ass cheek. The waist of her jeans was digging into her body. Unseen, the button of her fly was straining under immense pressure as more flesh slowly filled out her jeans.

"Jesus Christ Faye, you're swelling!"

The sensation surged again, all across her body this time, her abdomen spasming, her vulva pulsing, her clitoris straining. Her hips were achingly tight, her thighs burning, all of it melding into a sensation so powerful she couldn't distinguish if it was pleasure or pain. Sweat dripped from her face onto the counter.

The fabric of her bra strap started creaking ominously. Panting and sweating, she reached her hands up under the back of her sweater to try and undo the clasp, but it was under so much pressure that she couldn't even pull the clasp apart. Another surge of growth left her breasts under unbearable pressure, the cups cutting into her expanding flesh.

There was a snap, and the button flew off her jeans at high speed, pinging off the opposite wall. The zipper followed soon after as her pants desperately tried to make room for her expanding trunk, but there was only so much room before her ass and thighs were straining at the denim again. She was being squeezed in from all sides by her own clothes and she could feel panic starting to rise in tandem with the other sensations with which she was being assaulted.

The pressure of her bra reached unbearable levels. It was impossible to tell how big they'd gotten, until out of desperation she took a deep breath, pulled her arms back behind her and thrust out her chest. There was a glorious, much-needed snap and her tits surged forward as the tiny cups fell away from her massive mounds. She was finally able to look down and actually see the full extent of the growth she'd undergone. Vast mounds stuck out underneath her sweater like burgundy balloons, to the point where she couldn't see the ground in front of her, let alone her feet. Another flood of prickling heat heralded another flood of flesh under her sweater.

"S-stop, please, no more..." Faye's hands flew up to push into her breasts, as if to stop them from expanding, which made her realise that they'd become much more sensitive as they'd swelled. The feeling of gripping on them made her pussy twitch, which made her notice how much stronger that sensation was as well. Its swollen lips squished together with slick moisture.

"Faye, you need to go to the fucking hospital. I don't know what the fuck you've done to yourself but something is wrong."

Faye turned around at the sound of Lucas's voice, rubbing her expanded hips and ass cheeks against the kitchen counter. With her oversized breasts pulling up her sweater, Lucas could see that her waist had pulled in and trimmed out, although still leaving her with a smooth feminine curve to her stomach. In her drum-tight jeans he could see that not only were her hips bulging but that her pussy mound was so swollen as to be visible under the fly, with an unmistakeable bump that couldn't have been anything but an overgrown clit. A dark stain was spreading out down her legs from the cleft of her thighs.

Faye fluttered hooded eyes at her roommate, breath rattling, chest heaving, sweat trickling down her face. Without her bra, her enormous rock-hard nipples made indents in her sweater. "N-no... I don't need the hospital... I- I need..."

The word hung in the air for a moment, until Faye lunged at Lucas, practically growling, grabbing the shocked man by the shoulders and pulling him over to the living room onto the couch. She straddled him and lifted off her sweater, giving Lucas a full unobstructed view as her absurdly-enlarged tits sloshed back down into place and hit her stomach with a fleshy slap. Twice as big as her head, warm and wet with sweat, capped with fat nipples an inch and a half across and an inch tall. They shook and bobbled and jostled against each other until they settled, at which point they still quivered each time she moved her body. She dropped forward, bobbling them either side of Lucas's head, whining with need.

Stunned, he gently slid his hands up around them. They were burning hot, tacky with moisture, and when her oversized, rigid nipples hit his palms he could feel her desperate heartbeat behind them. The skin was beautifully smooth and flawless, despite how rapidly it would have had to stretch to cover the newly-grown expanse of her breasts. He turned his head to the side and felt them drag against his face, pillowy softness bulging against his cheeks and lips, trapped in a doughy wonderland of perfect breast.

"S-ssuuck them, please, oh fuck, I need... I need you to suuuu-huuck them!"

She barely waited for him to react, sliding her hand behind his head and pulling him against her tit, shoving her right nipple hard into his slack mouth and smothering him until he began to suck.

If she thought they were sensitive to the touch, that was nothing compared to the way they reacted to Lucas's mouth. It was like her nipples were trying to leap forward towards the touch of his tongue, sparks of happiness pulsing from the thick, rigid flesh at each caress of his soft lips. She howled in pure ecstasy, her hips writhing against his jeans, grinding the boiling cauldron of her pussy against the growing rigidity she could feel despite the layers of fabric between them. In between the howls the sensation drew out an unceasing procession of empty-headed whines, as if Faye was physically incapable of stopping herself from making noise.

Lucas's left hand kept playing with her remaining breast, palming and squeezing the underside, brushing, twiddling and tweaking the nipple. His right hand crept downwards, resting in the cleft between her vast, swollen ass and thighs, cupping and holding onto the cheek like a lifeline. Faye squealed, but also pulled his head even harder into her swell of pillowy flesh, humping more desperately against him. She could feel the pleasure mounting, the sensations that had accompanied her growth building until they threatened to overwhelm her entirely.

The orgasm arrived like a pinprick of white-hot light deep in the centre of her brain, stretching out the final moment leading up to it to an agonising infinity where every cell in her body tightened in anticipation. She lost all awareness of what her body was doing, her mind shut off, only able to process the intense pleasure suddenly exploding like a shockwave out from her inner core and reverberating through every square inch of her form.

She roared, a deep, primal, thoughtless sound, grinding even harder against his crotch, shuddering and shaking, smothering Lucas in her cleavage, eventually falling completely on top of him as she twitched and spasmed out the remainder of the hardest orgasm she'd ever experienced, pleasure so profound it was almost spiritual, as well as almost terrifying.

It took her several minutes to even begin to stir and recover her faculties. It took her a few more to regain the awareness of where she was, what she was doing and what had happened to her, and also to make the realisation that her pussy was simultaneously giving off a satisfied, well-used buzz and also somehow twitching and aching in demand for more. Fortunately, more was sitting right underneath her, and given how keen Lucas had been to get around her breasts she knew he wouldn't need any coaxing to take it further-

Except, she wasn't feeling anything against her still-sensitive pussy, and when her questing hand slid down under her legs to rest on his crotch, she realised there was nothing there for her except a lot of moisture. Yes, she was still dripping through what remained of her jeans, but not that much. She looked into Lucas's sheepish eyes.

"Uh, s-sorry, I, umm..."

She growled in denied frustration. She couldn't wait until he was ready to go again. She needed him now. Her eyes flicked back to the pot of potion on the table, the ladle still waiting. She had no idea how it would impact a man, but it was her best option. She stood up, gasping and wincing at the sudden pressure on her still-sensitive and needy clit, her breasts slapping together with buzzes of sensation, and carefully walked herself over to the stove.

Lucas was lying back in contented afterglow, catching his breath, when he suddenly felt Faye's weight on top of him again. He gasped in shock, and in that moment Faye poured a ladle full of the potion down his throat.

He swallowed before he realised what was happening, coughing out some of it that he nearly inhaled, and looked up at the vast shelf of breastflesh hanging over his face. The sinking feeling of what had just happened to him crept into him at the same time that he felt the prickling warmth spread out from his stomach.

"Faye, what the fuck did you... Did... Ooohhh..."

Faye slid back, watching him intently. His protestations died down into throaty moans. His hands roamed across his slim body, and Faye could tell that the surges of warm pleasure that had hit her during her growth were hitting him as well. His hips bucked off the couch, showing off the fact that his erection had almost instantly returned, harder and more demanding than before without any prompting from her luscious new body, prompting her to slide off the remnants of her jeans. Her mouth watered as she imagined what the potion might do to his body when she noticed that his moans were starting to rise in pitch.

Lucas wasn't a big man but what bulk he had in his shoulders started to melt away like butter, while at the same time the lost volume in his shirt was being replaced at his chest. He squealed, a high, lilting sound, and arched his hips upwards, hands clutching at the couch on either side. At the same time as his body shrank away his cock strained even harder at his pants. His torso seemed to disappear at the waist of his shirt, but the sides and upper legs of his pants were still full, maybe even fuller.

Faye moved forward, grabbing his shirt as he writhed underneath her, whining in need, and heaving. With the pressure they were already under the buttons burst, letting a soft, ripe, huge pair of breasts burst out of the strained fabric, swinging outwards and sloshing back and forth until they settled into a gentle rhythm with the rising and falling of Lucas's chest. Faye's sense of scale was wrecked because they paled in comparison to the truly monstrous breasts she'd just grown, but Lucas's new mounds would have easily been among the biggest she'd seen in her life.

They weren't what she was truly interested in, though. She moved down, breath rattling, and pulled down his slacks. Unlike his new breasts, his newly-expanded cock was unquestionably the biggest one Faye had ever seen. It wasn't far off the size of her forearm, in length and thickness, and the boxer shorts it was stretching to within an inch of their life, not to mention his also-enlarged scrotum, were saturated with the precum it was pumping out with each strained throb.

She couldn't wait any longer. She pushed back up Luca's body, pulling his sodden underwear away, and plunged directly down on his cock. It was bigger than anything she would have dreamed of taking in her life, but whether the potion had done something to her in that regard or whether she and Lucas were both just wet enough to make it happen, she slid halfway down its entire length in a single thrust of her hips.

Its girth slipping inside her felt like a piece that had been missing her entire life had just fallen into place. It occupied an emptiness she hadn't realised was there. It completed her. The experience was so profound that for a brief moment she had to simply hang, half impaled on him, letting the feeling wash over her, before the need surged again and she grunted and pushed again, pushing all the way down and slipping the entirety of his oversized cock inside her.

The orgasm hit her like a freight train. There was no buildup, no pursuit, no delicate moment of hanging in the balance while everything realigned, just a blunt-force hammer blow from her pussy upwards and her nipples out that spread its reverberations throughout her entire body in a microsecond. She barely had the breath or presence of mind to scream, just deep, primal grunts from the bottom of her diaphragm as her entire torso spasmed around its intruder. Despite their weight, the force of her convulsions threw her enormous breasts into the air, sloshing upwards, slapping into each other and almost threatening to pull her over if not for the iron-strong grip of her torso on its prize.

The sensation went on for what felt like hours. Every time it threatened to wane, her boobs would slosh together, the sensation inside her would change a little bit or another muscle would tighten and release and start another flood of pleasure. Just as those sensations began to subside, though, Lucas groaned and started to move.

He wasn't able to push up much more inside her, and with her immense weight he couldn't really push her up either, but what little he was able to do was enough to set her off again - whether it was the same orgasm or an endless string of them really didn't matter, it continued. She slumped forward, letting her breasts pour out against Lucas, smothering him and dragging the soft, pliant skin of her mounds against Lucas's own new, extra-sensitive breasts. The change in the angle against his hips, the feeling of her oversized clitoris scrubbing against his shaft plus the flood of Faye's flesh tipped his new body over the edge and he froze, shuddering, then squealed a high-pitched, crystal peal of ecstasy as he started to cum hard.

Faye hadn't necessarily considered what to expect from an orgasm from Lucas's new dick, but as what felt like an endless amount of spunk flooded up inside her from just the first pulse of his cock, whatever expectations she'd had were more than exceeded. Another girly scream, another lurch of his oversized dick, and even more cum than the last shot followed it, Faye feeling it squirt out around the tight seal of her pussy and his shaft. Her endless hyper-orgasm intensified even more, like it was being directly fuelled by the warm fluid flooding her insides, and for a moment she totally whited out and slumped to the side, falling off Lucas and onto the floor, still shuddering and whining mindlessly as Lucas's cock slid out of her hole and began to jet thick gouts of cum across her, himself, the couch and the living room.

For a moment, as both of their orgasms finally began to peter out, they felt relief was going to follow in its wake. It never came, though. Faye's pussy flexed and fluttered desperately against its emptiness, and her nipples pulsed and throbbed with need. Lucas's cock, far from beginning to soften as expected, seemed to only get harder, even as the mess it had left in its wake still dripped and glistened all over his body. He sat up, grimacing and panting. When he spoke, it was in short, desperate gasps, in a voice even higher than Faye's.

"Uughh... It's so hard, it h-hurts... I, I need-"

He looked down, parting his plump, moist lips, and saw Faye's enlarged ass wiggling up at him from the floor where she'd fallen onto a cushion of her own giant tits. Her swollen pussy glistened invitingly up at him, dripping thick strands of juice mixed with his seed, and with another needy strain of his muscles as his cock throbbed, he slid off the couch, placed his new delicate hands on her ass cheeks, and pressed the tip of his dick at her entrance.

"Fuck me, Lucas, oh God, fuck meee-"

Her pussy simultaneously parted for his entry and gripped hard to his shaft, somehow both inviting and resistant, making him strain his atrophied muscles to enter her but also leaving him no choice but to continue pushing. He shuddered and jerked his way inside her, wholly unprepared for having to insert the additional length he'd just been gifted with, as well as the feeling of his own huge tits jiggling and bouncing each time his body moved.

It was spasmodic, faltering fucking, but with the raw need coursing through both their bodies from Faye's potion, it didn't matter. Desperate, inexpert pumping was amplified into the most transcendent experience either of them had ever felt by the size and hypersensitivity of their transformed bodies. Faye's pussy almost seemed to be guiding Lucas, the same gripping feeling that had pulled him in rising and falling into the perfect rhythm for Faye. One of his hands crept up to his chest, and he quickly learned that his breasts were an extra source of unfamiliar but glorious pleasure, and he mashed it into his chest, groping and pinching his nipple while letting himself fall into the thrusting rhythm.

Faye moved in waves with each thrust, her breasts sloshing and undulating, scrubbing her nipples against the carpet on each cycle, barely even conscious as the sensations mounted their endless assault on her mind. She pushed down, raising her ass up even further against Lucas, changing the angle of his thrusts and putting more pressure against her oversized clit.

Just like earlier, her orgasm arrived suddenly, and it hit hard. It scoured her mind with pure white-hot force as her pussy desperately attempted to clamp down on Lucas and sent itself into torturous spasms and her nipples throbbed in time with her thuddering heartbeat. She practically forgot to breathe as waves of the sensation battered her again and again, unrelenting, if anything only becoming stronger as Lucas continued to plow her. She shuddered, her hips writhing, drooling from slack lips, an utterly helpless pile of fuckable flesh lost amid magically-enhanced pleasure.

Lucas existed as nothing but a straining, painfully hard cock and a pair of throbbing nipples atop sensitive, sloshing breasts. Every other part of his brain linked to anything else had shut down. He continued to hold onto Faye and thrust by pure instinct, desperate to relieve the unbearable pressure deep inside him.

The pressure built and flowed upwards through his cock, driving a hollow, yearning sensation up along the underside with each stroke inside Faye's transformed, ultra-plush, unnaturally slick cunt, his gigantic balls aching as they slapped pendulously against her overflowing flesh. Sweat dripped in rivers off his gorgeous new face, his high-pitched voice descending into nothing but brainless squeaks and moans as his climax edged tantalisingly closer with every thrust.

Unlike Faye, whose transformed body brought her quickly to her orgasm and kept her there, Lucas's body seemed intent on holding him at the very absolute edge of his own far beyond his brain's capacity to cope. The desperate need to cum drove him to keep a hold of Faye's body and keep thrusting, chasing relief that seemed to edge further away the closer he approached it, hanging at the edge of his consciousness like the string of drool at the edge of his lip, the promise that with just a little bit more-

The sudden yawning, hollow lurch spreading out from the tip of his enlarged cock all the way down, despite how desperately he desired it, was almost painfully unbearable. He hung in a thoughtless, weightless moment as what little control he had left over his body slipped away completely, draining away to join the churning pressure deep in his belly and the throbbing ache in his balls, and mix in with the torrent of pearlescent cum that gouted from the tip of his pole into his pulchritudinous lover.

Despite the feminine elegance of his new body, his orgasm was no less brutal and primal, leaving him snarling and roaring as he struggled and failed to keep atop the overwhelming sensations. He collapsed against Faye's heaving backside, his breasts swinging down to brush against her lower back, still humping and shooting off inside her in increasingly heavy and strained bursts, each one now pumping more cum up into Faye's needy womb than any normal person could in an entire night. She pushed back against him, purring as she filled up inside, squeezing her muscles together instinctively with each lurch of his dick to suck more out of him.

A sudden extra-hard strain on his muscles made Lucas rear backward, losing his balance and falling, his cock slipping out of Faye and beginning to jet its still-continuing, overwhelming load into the air. With a desperate whine Faye flipped her cumbersome body over, tits swinging and slapping against each other, and off herself and the floor, to ensure the fat strings of cum landed across her chest and face. She mashed it into her boundless flesh, squealing in tandem pleasure with Lucas as his orgasm played itself out, continuing to twitch and jerk and unload jet after jet of his seed across her and the rest of the room.

 

Faye was the first to stir. Somewhere in the endless rolling orgasm she'd passed out completely, and so had Lucas as his finally faltered. For a moment she wondered if it had all been a ridiculous dream, but shifting slightly, feeling the bountiful flesh of her chest slip to one side and collapse in a massive boobquake, feeling herself roll over her new hips and her thighs squeeze against her pussy, she knew it was real.

As she tried to pull herself up off the floor, her body reminded her what else was real. Her chestflesh buzzed wherever it rubbed and bounced off itself, her nipples still huge, hard, and unbearably sensitive. As her thighs rubbed together the pressure made her nethers pulse and throb, still moist and aching with need. Despite having just gotten fucked into supernatural insensitivity, her body was demanding more like she hadn't been touched for a year. By the time she'd managed to get her cumbersome new curves back onto her feet, she was flushed and sweating, breath shuddering, pussy dripping rivers of juice down her thighs.

Behind her, Lucas was still unconscious, but was moaning and writhing in his sleep. His nipples were swollen and hard and his cock, barely having softened, still glistening with both of their juices, was pumping and throbbing, and as she watched with a hungry, gaping mouth, started growing back to its previous glory.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw back into the kitchen, and the mostly-full pot of potion still sitting there. She was struck by a vision - the number of enormous, heaving breasts and needy, powerful cocks that sat waiting in that pot, the number of people she could share this overwhelming, incredible transformation with - and who'd be willing to share their new bodies with her. Then her pussy twinged, making her twitch and moan, and her attention was brought back to her roommate's genderfucked body and the twitching rod of cock begging for her. She sat heavily on Lucas's lap, enveloping his cock with her tits and thighs, pushing herself into him, stirring him awake for more. Sharing could wait. She had a recipe, after all.

Adonis

"And, despite the best efforts of the government to regulate the spread of the so-called Adonis nanobots, an underground trade still exists that sees a small number of men undergoing the transformation. To the casual observer, the reason seems obvious."

The news program cut to a clip of a hulking mountain of a man at a weight pull-down machine, comfortably grinding through reps, before the camera zoomed in on the 300lb of weights he had connected. The machine looked far too small for him, and his ultra-defined muscles rippled with the merest movement.

"Taller. Bigger. Muscles that would put a Greek God to shame, without doing any work for them. Nearly unlimited stamina. But some men with the condition say it isn't all it's cracked up to be, like Dr. Stuart Harthouse."

The next man looked almost comical, his oversized body stuffed into a too-small lab coat to look like a scientist. His voice rumbled with unnatural bass.

"Do you know how inconvenient it is being this big? Do you know how much expensive stuff I broke getting used to my strength? Even right now I can feel my muscles twitching and shaking with the need to get up and do something. I want to, like, run a marathon or bench-press a piano, and I hate working out! I can't buy clothes in normal stores, I can't fit in most cars, and do you know how long it took me to find an apartment I can move around in?"

"I see. How terrible. What happens if you stop working out?"

"Nothing. The nanites are constantly working to build my muscles. I'm just... I'm constantly tense. I only get relief if I'm working out, or, um..."

The program cut back to the presenter, who shuffled her papers in front of her and went on. "Researchers say that the extent of the Adonis nanobots' effects on mental function, mood and even personality are still as yet not fully understood, and warn people to steer clear of any possible contact with them. Of course, such warnings often fall on deaf ears."

Deaf ears was how Travis thought he was approaching the warnings. When he'd had his friend Mira procure, at much effort and no small amount of expense, the sample of nanite-infected fluid in the insulated container on the table in front of him, he'd been completely gung-ho about taking the plunge and all the things (and women) he was going to do after he took it. Now, he was having doubts.

A lifetime spent small, scrawny and weak was telling him this was the right thing to do. That in that vial was the key to the sort of body he'd always dreamed of. Becoming what he was always meant to be. What was the cost, though?

Adonis had an interesting genesis. It was a spin-off of the first ever body-modification nanobots. The scientist who headed the team who developed them was both brilliant and deeply perverted. His wife was a partner on the project and, if anything, more brilliant than him, and he'd always harboured a resentment.

That's why his first project was turning her into the most cartoonishly oversexed brainless barbie-doll bimbo his warped imagination could conjure. The brilliant dark-haired scientist he married transformed before him into a blond-haired, baby-blue-eyed fuckdoll. Her lips plumped to the point of interfering with her speech, her small breasts expanded into vast, near-spherical mounds that bobbled and jostled on her chest with the slightest movement, and her waist shrunk to inhuman thinness, like she'd been corset-training for decades. Her brain was flooded with the desire for cocks and cum, her libido turned up to unbearable levels, her erogenous zoned overclocked to the point where a stiff breeze could turn her on. Most egregiously he intentionally, maliciously, smothered her keen intelligence in a pink fog of stupefied lust. Her thoughts on anything but sex slowed down to a crawl, leaving her often confused and desperate for her husband's directions.

One day, though, he confidently left her alone in his home office with a prototype voice-driven nanobot programmer. Having seen him use it, she turned it on and began letting her own imagination run wild. The subsequent programming created the perfect man for a man's most perverted fantasy woman.

The trouble is her exact instructions were lost – there was no chance she was going to remember them, and they couldn't be reverse-engineered. Nobody knew the extent of what the nanobots would do besides what had been observed in the six months since they were released into the world. Even what had been observed was enough to end any semblance of a normal life for the man.

Travis picked up the container, regarding it carefully. It was everything he deserved. It would make him hot. Give him big muscles. A gigantic cock. He could show up all the women who'd ever rejected him and cast him aside, go back up to them and make them beg to be with him. He was still staring at it when Mira wandered back into the room.

"Fuck, dude, haven't you taken it yet? What's the hold-up?"

Mira stood with one hip cocked. Her loose tank top draped around her bony chest and shoulders. Freckles surrounded a beaky nose and frizzy reddish hair.

"I-I'm not sure this is a good idea-"

She groaned. "My dude. That cost you a bomb. You would not believe how many people I had to fuckin' go through to get it. You cannot just pour it down the sink now."

She came and sat down next to him as he responded. "It's just, I know it's what I've always wanted, it's what I fucking deserve, but I've been seeing what people have been writing about living with it, and programs about it, and how they don't even know everything it does to you, so maybe-uck"

While he was speaking, Mira slapped the vial up into his mouth, tipping the treated nanite solution straight down his throat. He spat, but it was too late.

"What the fuck?!"

She shrugged. "I helped you make a decision, you pussy."

Travis got up and stormed into the kitchen, drinking straight from the tap and rinsing his mouth out, but he knew it wouldn't help. Even just a single of the nanoscopic machines inside you would eventually multiply and finish its programming. He was committed now.

Mira looked expectantly at him as he walked back out into the living room. "How do you feel?"

"Pissed off."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you feel any different, manlet? Tougher? Stronger? Better endowed?"

"No. No different at all. I- ooh. Oooohh."

He swayed a little, mouth hanging open. "Actually, I feel weird. R-really hot."

His breath caught, starting to come out in deep gasps. Sweat prickled on his forehead. He raised his arms and winced.

"O-ow. E-everything aches. I don't-aaah!"

His arms suddenly seized up and flexed, his biceps bulging from his skinny arms. Gasping, he reared back and spread his arms as his chest and back bulged and tightened as well. Mira leaned in with wide-eyed interest.

"Jesus fuck that's hot."

Travis looked at her wordlessly, before shrieking as his arms and chest flexed and expanded again. A second flex tore his t-shirt down the sleeves, then down the sides of his torso. Rippling abs rose from his soft midsection like islands from the sea. He reached out and screamed again as his body seized up and swelled, not just bulging from his skinny frame but actually expanding in size. Cords rose in his neck as his shoulders shot out sideways. His jeans ripped apart as his legs expanded, and even his socks burst off his growing feet. There was now approaching twice as much Travis occupying the room as there was previously, and his body showed no signs of slowing down.

Mira's hands were down her pants, working away between her legs as she stared at Travis's bulging, swelling body. A pained moan dropped an entire octave partway as his chest expanded further. Muscles were twitching on Travis's frame that shouldn't have been visible, the nanites working to make every single muscle in his body thick and built no matter if they could normally be worked out. The tiny living room was far too small for his gigantic, seven-foot-tall body. He groaned again, falling backwards onto the coffee table, crushing it to splinters under his weight. Mira leaned in again, watching between his legs.

"Come on, give me the good stuff now."

Travis's tree-trunk legs had spread apart, revealing his now almost comically-small cock. With another gasp, what felt like liquid fire spread up into his shaft and through his testicles. Immediately, he became hard, his cock pulsing and throbbing to a full erection. It kept pulsing, though, lurching as though it was still trying to grow hard, and Mira soon realised with each one it was growing slightly longer.

She gripped it in her hand, making Travis gasp, gently testing the feeling of it swelling against her fingers. Her other hand was still rubbing her clit.

"Y-you're so fucking hard..."

"It hurts!" Travis whined in a deep bass, clutching his head in enormous, meaty hands, muscular hips thrusting desperately at the air as his cock inexorably lurched and grew. It flared an angry purple-red, glistening, Travis's pained expression betraying only a fraction of the sensation that was like his genitals being filled with molten metal. Underneath, his testicles were swelling as well, already the size of hen's eggs and still growing.

Mira took a deep sniff, and shuddered. A musk was rolling off Travis's sweaty body, one that appeared to bypass her brain entirely and went straight from nose to pussy. With another sniff while staring at Travis's expanding penis, she pitched forward, shaking and moaning, cumming hard with her face mashed between his thighs. Travis howled, his cock lurching hard with an orgasm cruelly denied by his ongoing growth. Clear fluid began to leak in desperate gouts from the tip, dripping down the shaft and across Mira's hair and face as she groaned into his crotch.

Mira slumped to the side as one of Travis's giant hands wrapped around his shaft, his voice coming in pained bass sobs as he started to stroke.

"It hurts! It fucking hurts! I need to cum, let me cuuum!"

Mira blinked and groaned, sitting back up as she swam back into consciousness, looking over at her formerly-emaciated friend as he desperately jerked off, his cock visibly still growing between his fingers. Tears rolled down his perfectly-cut cheeks and thick precum rolled down the shaft and across his fingers.

"Mmm. You're nearly there, Trav, you're almost done. You're so hot now, you're a sex god, become what you were meant to be-"

He howled again, his voice echoing from the walls and rumbling deep in Mira's belly. His penis was now far beyond any normal size, and his testicles sat heavily in an overstretched sack, each one easily the size of a grapefruit. Finally there was one final lurch, Travis's eyes shot opened and he screamed as thick semen jetted into the air.

Rope after rope of it fired at tremendous speeds across the living room, hitting the wall in thick streams and dripping down in pearlescent gobbets. It seemed endless, Travis unable to do anything but buck and yowl as a tremendous load of backed-up cum finally found its freedom.

Travis's head was swimming as he bent over the sink and stared at an unfamiliar face in the mirror, cresting the wave of the sensations of his new body.

Aside from minor differences in complexion and the colour and texture of their hair and skin, Adonis men all looked vaguely similar. Generically handsome faces with strong jaws and high cheekbones. Certainly an improvement on what Travis had before. A small hint of excitement percolated through the shock – he was hot now. Women would finally want him. His mind started to swim with images of girls who'd rejected him over the years, their nude bodies pressed up against him, desperate to make amends, promising to do whatever he wanted...

He groaned as his dick pulsed, his erection returning rapidly despite having experienced the biggest orgasm of his life not even twenty minutes ago. He watched it transfixed for a while, fascinated by how long it took an ultra-thick fourteen-inch penis to become totally hard despite how horny he felt, stunned by the idea that the magnificent tool he'd deserved all his life was finally his. Soon, though, it reached its full size, thick and throbbing and red, the empty anxious feeling in the back of his head surging like his own brain was screaming at him to cum. Before too long it also started to leak, clear fluid oozing from the tip in a constant stream until it was hanging in viscous ropes from the underside. His heavy, ragged breathing dragged his massive chest up and down and his abs visibly twitched and rippled as his body demanded an orgasm.

He wrapped a huge, meaty hand around his shaft and instantly the awful tension in the back of his head went away. It was a profound relief, one that would have qualified as the most satisfying feeling he'd ever felt had it not just been for his first Adonis-powered orgasm earlier.

His hand started to move in slow but deliberate strokes up the length of his cock. After so many years jerking off what he used to have the sensation of so much extra dick was strange, even with his enlarged hand covering some of the extra distance. It all felt different – how far he had to pump to cover the whole length, where his fingers met around the impossibly thick shaft, the sheer volume of fluid squishing between his fingers as he stroked, flicking and dripping off onto the floor in a constant stream. He'd known being an Adonis would be different, but he hadn't realised how it would affect even his most private moments. The only word for it was obscene – his new cock was an obscenity.

A frighteningly deep bass growl rose from his throat as his orgasm started to approach, his bulging muscles tensing in preparation, and then he was rearing back, his hips bucking as his dick lurched and fired, propelling a thick rope of cum out so hard it splattered against the bathroom mirror with a surge of pleasure so powerful it was nearly crippling. There was a moment of awful tension, his body feeling like it was drawing inwards, then another wonderful, hideous release as his cock fired off another rope. Each shot alone was more raw sensation than an entire orgasm in his old body put together, the unnaturally extended pauses between them more agonising than any denied orgasm, and they seemed to go on forever. It was a full minute and a half of thirty high-powered pumps before his body finally let go and he stumbled backwards, drained. He collapsed into the shower-bath with a crunch of masonry, his desperate attempt to stop his fall snapping the bar for the shower curtain like shortbread.

"Travis, what the hell was that?"

Mira's head poked around the doorway to the bathroom, and she gasped. Travis's overmuscled, nude body laid back in the middle of a divot crushed into the side of the bathtub, surrounded by powder and broken tiles. A ludicrous splatter pattern of cum expanded out from where he'd been standing, the sink and mirror covered in thick, rapidly cooling ropes of pearlescent goo. She took in the sight for a moment and then started to laugh.

"Did you cum so hard you fucking fell over and broke the bath? Jesus, even as a musclebound god you're a fucking pussy."

Travis wasn't really listening to her. He was staring at her, his head still swimming in mutated hormones, fixated on her body even in his afterglow. He'd finally reached his release and shot off harder than any person's body had a right to be able to... But he still wanted to fuck Mira. She watched his gaze, an amused smile creeping over her face.

"Oh, you like what you see, do you? Come out to the couch and you can show me exactly how much you like me."

He looked down at himself, grunted, then began to push himself out of the crater he'd left. Mira watched him, biting her lower lip, even as he cracked more tiles gripping them to hold himself up.

"Fuck, you're hot. You're almost worth the property damage."

Travis picked his enormous body out of the bathroom and into the living room, stepping over the shattered remains of the coffee table. His butt hit the sofa, which creaked for a moment, then sagged with the sound of splitting wood.

"Wow, you hear that Adonis guys weigh like six hundred pounds, but you don't really get it till you see it in person. You're fucking enormous."

Travis wasn't listening. He'd immediately wrapped his hand around his cock again, not even needing to look at Mira to get into the mood for stroking himself. His brain didn't even need stimulus for him to get back into the mood for playing with himself. Mira settled in and watched intently.

"So hey big dude, we had an agreement, right? I get you the stuff, and in return you're going to supply me with your stuff."

He grunted, half in agreement, half because his cock flexed as his brain supplied the image of basting Mira head to toe in Adonis jizz.

Somewhere, a group of researchers had a list of phrases that they'd either managed to squeeze out of the addled brain of Adonis's creator, or reverse-engineered from their study of Adonis subjects. The phrases the nanobots were acting under. Some were obvious – tall, big muscles, huge dick, etcetera. Some were a bit more complex or esoteric. One, though, the nanobots' creator had actually remembered, because of how excited she was about it.

And, like, their cum is super tasty and makes girls happy and horny and gives them huge titties and lets them fuck big dicks!

Adonis spunk was like a drug, delivering upwards of an hour of euphoric glee and intense sexual desire, Mira had only had it once before but she'd been dreaming of it ever since - as well as a part of her missing the extra cup sizes she'd swollen up with for a week afterwards.

Travis's Adonis scent, a musk of pure sex, rolled into her nostrils as she leaned in closer. He was speeding up now, tongue lolling from his mouth, eyes unfocused as he approached the magic moment. His roar practically rumbled the floor as he came, and Mira was ready, standing directly in front of the high-powered jets of baby batter to catch in her mouth, across her face, down her tiny tits. It rolled down her throat like molten pleasure, a symphony of all of her favourite flavours. Sparks exploded in her brain as it smothered her in happy chemicals, her lips curling into a grin and allowing a giggle to escape. Travis continued to unload over her as she moaned, her nipples rising up against her loose top, both from growing erect and from the flesh underneath them plumping up. She scooped more handfuls of his jizz into her mouth, on the verge of orgasm from the taste and the sensations ricocheting through her, as well as the slow, delicious feeling of growth.

By the time Travis was done ejaculating, leaning back against the couch and panting, Mira was riding a jizz high as well as sporting what looked like C-cup breasts.

"Ohh. Mmmph. Oh fuck, Travis, I feel so fucking good. This was so worth it, this is the best shit I've ever done."

Travis's chest was heaving with exertion, his perfect, smooth skin glistening with sweat, his mind assaulted from multiple sides by different sensations. His brain wanted to let him sink into afterglow, but his hormones raging at the sight of his newly-curvaceous friend in front of him, writhing in chemical ecstasy, shiny with a few remaining puddles of his enhanced spunk, all he wanted to do was cum again.

His cock lurched, not even allowed a moment to grow soft, the muscles deep between his legs tightening to force a reflexive load of slimy fluid from the oversized slit. Mira's eyes came back into focus, then fixed on the end of his dick, making her giggle.

"Omigawd, you're still so hard. Heehee, oh wow. My head's all floaty, and... Mmm, your cock looks so good. D'you wanna cum again?" She giggled. "Of course you do, you always wanna cum now."

She grabbed her breasts and pressed them together, staring up at Travis's face while licking her lips. "If you give me more, I can get even bigger..."

The size-increasing effect stacked on itself, becoming even stronger with each subsequent layer, but also draining the limited energy of the transferred nanites much faster. A single dose could give an extra two or three cup sizes for a week. Even more could give her some truly massive breasts for two days. More than that could leave a girl completely immobile for several hours. Somewhere in the back of his lust-addled mind Travis knew that, but all he could focus on was the aching, surging need radiating out from his godlike cock.

Mira dragged her tongue up the steel-hard length of his twitching shaft, immediately dispelling the horrible ache in his brain. As she left sucking kisses up and down the side, he was able to focus for a minute on how small she was compared to him now. His cock was taller than her head, so wide that she could barely see around it. Her body was comparable in width to just one of his titanic thighs, let alone his thickly muscled midriff or broad chest. He slid an expanded hand behind her head and marvelled at how much of it he was able to grip. Mira purred as he did. He was huge, and hot, and he had a sexy girl slobbering on the end of his giant cock. A tiny, gnawing doubt in the back of his brain tried to make itself known but was smothered by a flood of testosterone.

Mira kissed the tip of his pole, sliding her hands up to either side and slowly stroking it. A rope of precum slid down her chin, joined by another huge belch of the thick, clear slime as she gave him a harder pump. She shuddered for a moment just from the taste of him.

"You're going to get all the girls now. Every bitch who walks past you is going to want a piece of this." She stopped for a moment to slurp up another fat glob of slime. "You're going to drown in pussy, Travis. But I get to be the first one."

It was true - while obviously Adonis men weren't attractive to everyone, their chiselled features, size, muscles and massive dick were instant draw cards for a lot of people, and that was before the narcotic and expansive effect of their emissions. The condition came with enough drawbacks and sourcing the nanites was difficult enough that they were still somewhat rare and in demand, and Travis had just joined their exclusive ranks. Travis knew this, and with the desperation to cum receding as Mira played with him, he was able to consider the idea. A stupid grin rose up on his face, which soon dropped into a slack O as Mira began to jerk him off faster.

"They say your dick feels even better after you change. Getting bigger shouldn't make it more sensitive, but they say it's twice as good as it used to be. What do you think?" She grinned up at the mountain of a man as rivulets of precum poured down his shaft, lubricating her fingers for a two-handed stroke job, his face locked in soundless ecstasy.

"Cum for me, Travis. Blow a fucking godlike load all over me. Do what your body's meant to do."

Another ultra-low bass groan rumbled the floor beneath them as the muscles in Travis's groin visibly rippled and tightened, his cock lurching so strongly that it actually pulled Mira up along with it and squirting another high-pressure jet of thick semen straight into the air. Mira ducked forward, actually pulling herself up using the shaft's rigidity, practically climbing up to clamp her mouth as far around the tip as she could manage, but immediately choking and spluttering as the velocity and volume of fluid overwhelmed her desire to swallow it. It wasn't just his obvious muscles that were stronger, but also the muscles in his crotch that propelled his oversized loads - along with the sensations produced when they tensed up.

Mira was shot twice in the face, gobbets of cum splattering down her chest and tits, before she had to let go and fall down to gather her wits, as well as her breath. Scraping cum out of her eyes, she was able to watch Travis's entire body tighten up, twitching, building strength, then finally unleash it in a mighty lurch of his dick that sent cum flying into the air, straight over her head and across the room to splatter across her TV. It was raw power. Overwhelming sexual energy. So overwhelming that it was even overwhelming its owner, a passenger in the backseat of his own body.

Mira's pussy spasmed at the sight of muscles rippling in his abdomen, thighs and groin that shouldn't have been visible but were plainly twitching before her eyes, bulked up to ludicrous degrees by the muscle-building effect of the nanites. She felt herself leaking just watching this living god unleashing load after load of his love across her apartment, and that was before she felt the heat spreading through her body from the cum she'd swallowed.

The heat surged and built, the sensations in her body building like a lover was working away at her most sensitive areas from the inside out, crashing waves of erotic bliss that stacked upon themselves ceaselessly until-

Unlike last time, she was so worked up and primed for action that the feeling of Travis's cum inside her and her body preparing for growth actually made her cum. She shrieked, hips bucking, back locked up, her already-bloated breasts rising up in her tank top like bread dough. Her massive, diamond-hard nipples were printed against the fabric and swelling by the second, joined by areolas that spread across the surface of her breasts as they plumped and jiggled.

By the time she and Travis had finally spent themselves, her tits were stretching her top to breaking point. Panting, she looked down at her chest, watched it rise and fall for a minute, and then let out a sharp giggle. She shrugged her shoulders, watching the flesh flow up and back down, then grabbed them from underneath and lifted and squished them together. She stared in amazement at the line of fat, fleshy cleavage, then let them drop again, only to suppress a yelp.

"Ow! Fuck, they're heavy. Hee. Wow. I'm big." She looked back up at Travis, who was staring down at her with a captivated intensity. She grinned and gently shook them from side to side, his eyes following as they sloshed gelatinously and collided against each other in the limited space of her top.

"You wanna see them, big boy? Use those huge sexy muscles and rip my top apart."

She squealed happily as Travis tore her top apart like tissue paper, a desperate but almost laughably effortless action, and her breasts surged forward free of their confinement and came down against Mira's chest with a heavy slap. Her hands mashed deeply into them as she moaned with sensation, squeezing them in circles against her chest, then pushing them together into a fat line of cleavage and looking up at Travis again.

"You like 'em? You made them, babe. Of course-" her lip fell into a purely manipulative pout "- if you want 'em bigger you could always, like, jerk off until you cum aaallll over me again and- eep!"

Travis grabbed her, lifting her up with no more effort than lifting a doll, and shredded her jeans with a single hand. Her pussy was matted with juices, and still visibly dripping. Travis had, of course, never seen it before, but it seemed thicker and puffier than he was expecting, her clitoris larger and visibly throbbing. She kicked and wiggled against his implacable grip, mostly out of fun rather than any actual fear of the situation.

"Oh no, are you going to fuck me? Now that my pussy's all big and stretchy and can take big huge dicks you're going to put yours inside me?"

She grinned, moving her shoulders to shake her oversized breasts against the inside of his arms as he groaned, his cock flexing and disgorging a massive glob of mostly-clear precum. They both had a short, breathy moment of collecting their senses, realising what they were about to do, and then Travis pulled Mira down to push the fat head of his dick between her legs. Another stop, another stare, another deep breath, and he pushed.

Mira's body accepted his cock in a way that was simultaneously perfect, a moist form-fitting velvet glove, and also gripping and tight at all the right spots along his length. It was like her pussy was tailor-made for him, which, he might have been able to reason through if he'd been more in command of his faculties, was very likely completely true. He didn't stop until her legs splayed to either side of his enormous thighs, sunk to the hilt until their pubic mounds met, groaning in the most delicious and incredible sensation, while Mira went nearly comatose.

He grabbed her by either side of her waist and started to pump her, using her helpless body as his personal masturbation toy. Adonis men weren't well-known for their deep care for the pleasure of their partners and Travis was learning why. It was like every neuron in his brain was rewired for the purpose of cumming. He realised that the desperate urge to ejaculate didn't go away when he started doing something to feed them; they were just temporarily redirected, and in the same way he was struggling to think of anything but stroking or finding something to fuck earlier, now he was struggling to think of anything but unloading his balls as quickly and as comprehensively as possible.

Mira didn't seem worried about his lack of concern for her enjoyment, though, since his hyper-powered cock was as perfect for her insides as her insides were for his cock. It felt like she was rippling around him, the tiny spasms being set up along the length of her vagina working perfectly together to string together an endless series of sensations unlike she'd ever felt in any sexual encounter before.

Mira shook and jiggled and bounced as Travis both drove her hips down onto him and pushed up inside her, making long, strong, deliberate thrusts. She dripped heavily down either side of his shaft and drooled out the side of her slack mouth, lost in the mindspace of being totally and thoroughly fucked. Travis was simply using her as a masturbation toy, but she was incapable of doing anything else as long as he was inside her.

The distinction between the pure pleasure of being fucked and her actual orgasm was fuzzy, but Mira unquestionably came multiple times in the course of Travis bouncing her on his lap, her body seizing, shaking and twitching, too paralysed to even scream. It meant nothing to Travis, but the pure force of his ground-up rewritten body ensured that he could deliver her pleasure regardless of his intent before the feeling of orgasm finally began to rise inside him as well. He let out a deep, resonant growl as he gripped her hips, his cock lurching hard enough to jerk her body upwards, caught in horrid ecstasy as the feeling inside him drew inwards, building, pulsing, then finally let him release at the very cusp of despair.

Mira felt his cum explode inside her, that single shot filling her insides with more hot jizz than a normal man's entire orgasm. She then could practically feel the awful tension in him begin to build again, prolonging the sensation of his orgasm until he was finally allowed to release again, another hideously powerful burst of cum. The cycles repeated themselves for what felt like an eternity, the pressure in her insides building up until cum squirted in thick ropes out either side of the massive log spreading apart her puffy lower lips.

She stayed on him for so long that her breasts began to grow long before he'd finished shooting off, almost feeling like their surges were syncing up with his ultra-long ejaculations. Each time she felt him flex and unload inside her another wave of flesh added itself to the outmost swell of her mounds, so much flesh that they actually physically moved and bounced with each long pulse of growth. It was like the cum factory between his legs was physically pumping more into her, like his raw unfiltered masculinity as being converted by her pussy into pure physical femininity before dripping down her thighs in a wanton display of animal lust.

His huge, meaty hands had already risen up to sink into the vast, overflowing flesh of her chest before his cock had even begun to soften. She gasped and cooed at the attention, but Travis was grappling with an entirely new emotion - a vague sense of fear.

He'd already cum three times within the last hour. He'd just finished ejaculating what felt like his soul out into this woman. He was still inside her. He should have been sinking into a contented sleepy afterglow, but despite the endorphins flooding his brain the urge to keep going was even stronger. His cock flexed, his mind fixating on the swaying sea of titflesh in front of him, and almost without thinking he'd reached up to grab them, to keep the sensation flowing, to feed this insatiable need inside him. His cock responded like he'd been abstaining for a week, rising up like an avenging angel and pulsing inside her. He felt a growl rise up from deep in his chest, standing up, lifting even her substantially-increased weight as if it was nothing.

He turned around, making her tits swing with the momentum of his movements, spinning her around until her chest fell heavily into the cushions of what used to be the couch, her bottom arching up into the air and pushing back even harder against him.

She squealed as he fucked her doggy style, rolling forward on her breasts with each thrust, the angle changing the feeling of his dick inside her in new and fascinating ways that felt just as familiar and incredible as how he'd just fucked her but also somehow new.

Travis, of course, was completely oblivious to any of this for her - just like before, he could only think about releasing the endless, unbearable pressure that was gripping hold of him, both a tangible physical pressure and a pulse right at the base of his mind, like the drain at the bottom of his brain was stopped up and all he could do was attempt to unclog it. He gripped her ass cheeks and continued his deliberate, powerful thrusts, bottoming out inside her on each stroke until his oversized balls slapped pendulously against her thighs, or the back of her tits depending on whether she'd rolled forward or not.

His next orgasm was no less comprehensive than any of his had been so far. The same incredible, horrible feeling of his entire body tensing and drawing in, the hyper-extended moment of hollow pressure and then the searing pulse of release at the moment just beyond where he couldn't take it any more. He'd known from his research that this was his new normal - Adonis men always cum hard. The reality was somewhat more confronting than the hypothetical, though, and while it felt good it was also beginning to feel overwhelming. Especially given how horny he was feeling since his transformation, the idea that it was going to be like this every single time he so much as jerked off was a daunting prospect.

This time, however, once he'd finished fully unloading inside Mira, once Mira had managed to recover from a rapid-fire series of a dozen orgasms, just as Travis was groaning, gripping his still-throbbing dick and moving to embrace her again, Mira groaned, through a canyon of breast, "O-okay... No more... I'm done for now..."

Instantly Travis found himself pulling his hands away and moving away from Mira's body. It wasn't even autonomous, exactly. She was still gorgeous - her transformed body was still arousing him beyond reason, but it was like there was a hole in his mind where the idea of actually fucking her should have been. He was completely incapable of considering her as a sexual partner.

"Wh... What the fuck?"

Mira groaned again as her boobs surged forward in vast waves of titflesh, rippling outwards into the shattered remains of the couch, spreading out underneath her. "C-oooh, c-can't fuck unwilling g-giiirls, rememboooh-fuck, remember?"

It was true. Always want to have fun when girls want to have fun. The dopey ditz who'd designed the godlike men had also accidentally baked the concept of enthusiastic consent deep into the Adonis psyche. He could have been ten seconds from orgasm and Mira declaring she didn't want to fuck any more would have seen him immediately extract himself from inside her. Not for the first time, Travis dimly reflected on the fact that, despite what you'd first assume, his condition wasn't a male power fantasy, but a sort of dark mirror, the perfect man for a man's perfect woman.

Not that there was much room in his mind for reflection. Even above the insistent, near-painful pulsing of his erection, he could also could feel an anxious, empty feeling in the back of his head. His eyes flicked back and forward. Precum poured in spasmodic bursts from his gigantic dick while the anxiety ate away at the back of his mind, making his breath start to quicken even over his exertions.

"Something feels... Wrong. I... I can't... I need to do something, something's missing..."

Mira laughed, finally at her maximum size, her breasts consuming a quarter of the floor space of the living room. She laid comfortably atop them, snuggling her face into the warm embrace of the wobbling fat.

"Dude, you're an Adonis. That's the horny jitters. You want to cum. I thought you'd researched this stuff?"

Another command, this one more suspected than confirmed - always wants to cum – a phrase that seems clear and concise to a dick-obsessed fuckdoll but becomes more complicated in practice.

If the command had been always needs, the scientists suspected, Adonis men would simply have had a constant, pulsing erection, but while the Adonis sex drive meant they spent a good portion of the day erect their erections certainly weren't permanent. Want was an emotional command, not a physical one.

Everyone who'd been asked about it described it differently. One man said it felt like when you knew in the back of your head that you'd forgotten something incredibly important. Another said he felt empty. Another described it like being mildly lost. Another, anxious. They all agreed, though, that it went away when they started jerking off, and came back almost immediately after their orgasm.

Tentatively, Travis reached down and wrapped his fingers around his shaft. Almost instantly, the feeling began to recede, and he was gloriously freed of the gnawing anxiety in the back of his head as he slowly stroked. With a tremendous effort of will he stopped, pulling his hand away, and even quicker than it had receded the feeling flooded back, like he was hanging on the edge of a panic attack.

"Wh-what the fuck? I've cum like five times?" There was a manic edge to his voice as his dick continued to pulse and belch fluid in tremendous gouts. "H-how can I still need to?"

She shrugged, waves of motion flowing through her tits. "That's how it is, my dude. You're going to be spending a lot of time jerking off that huge, awesome dick. You wanted this, didn't you?"

He groaned, both from the ache of his cock and from the sensation smothering his thoughts. "I... I wanted to be hot... To get girls..."

Mira shuffled a bit to the side, rolling as much as she could and bringing Travis back into her field of view. "Oh that'll happen, don't worry. You'll be drowning in pussy. You'll just be fapping yourself silly in-between fucks. Or I think working out kind of helps, too? I guess you'll be pumping iron or pumping shaft."

She giggled, and rolled back onto her stomach and spread her arms out, embracing as much of the extent of her boobs as she could. "This is weird but fuckin' cool. You'd think this was breaking some sort of law of physics or something but-" she waved her hands- "nanobots, right?"

Travis wasn't even pretending to listen. He'd already given in to the endless urge and was starting to stroke himself again, the pleasure of that horrid sensation fading away almost as profound as his pre-Adonis orgasm. While his brain wouldn't even allow him to consider the idea of touching Mira again, there was apparently no prohibition on using her incredible new tits for the spank bank, and he hungrily watched her mountainous mounds slosh and jiggle as he stroked himself.

She giggled. "I can hear you, you know? It's fine, enjoy yourself." Somehow she'd managed to keep her phone within reach and was tapping away as she settled comfortably in atop her jostling mammary throne. Her typing became faster for a moment, then she chuckled.

"Hey, good news, stud. You've got a chance to let loose way earlier than I expected."

"What?" Travis was barely listening, concerned as he was with working on unleashing his next load.

"One of my friends was organising an Adonis party for her sorority, and the dude's pulled out at the last minute. Accidentally double-booked or something. They need a sex god in like the next hour."

"A-Adonis party?"

"Holy shit did you not learn anything about this before you jumped dick-first into it? It's exactly what you used to fuckin' jerk yourself off over. A bunch of girls book out an Adonis guy to play with for a few hours."

That thought nestled itself firmly into his forebrain and refused to move, and his stroking became more desperate. Mira grinned.

"Oh, does that sound good? They're pledging like five girls tonight - all five of them are going to need to drink your cum until they get huge. And each of them has to fuck you, too. You think you'll be able to handle that, stud?

Travis answered with a deep rolling moan and a tremendous blast of spunk.

 

Travis groaned as he stepped out the back of the panel van, unfolding his body and easing the ache out of as many muscles as he could. His size wasn't built for cars, but whoever had organised the night was familiar with Adonis needs - a hired van wasn't comfortable, but it could at least bear his immense new weight from point A to point B. They'd even pre-paid for the cleaning after he inevitably succumbed to the pulsing need in the back of his brain and jerked off, even in the limited space he had to move. He adjusted his toga, pulled together out of Mira's bedsheets, and knocked on the door of the sorority house.

The door was opened by a slim blond girl, pretty, but in that constructed way available to someone with a lot of time and money. She looked up, then up, then up, then all the way back down again, and then finally back up into his eyes.

"Oh, finally! Thank you for coming on such short notice, we were really in a bind with the other guy."

He ducked his head and stepped inside as she motioned to him, following her into the sorority house.

"You done stuff like this much? You Adonis guys are always in demand, right?"

"I, uh-" he ducked a hanging light fixture, his eyes affixed to the girl's perky rear. "N-no, not exactly, I only, uh, I haven't been like this very long."

She giggled. "Wow, never met a newbie before. I guess it doesn't matter, hey, it's not like your job's that complicated."

He was finally able to stand up straight in the foyer, where the girls had spread out a bunch of mattresses, cushions and blankets for the pledging. Five girls sat nervously in the centre of the setup, dressed only in bikinis, their eyes going as wide as dinner plates when they finally saw Travis. One of the girls, a short, chubby girl with bushy brown hair, practically squeaked.

"He's huge!"

"Silence!" The girl who'd brought Travis into the room suddenly let loose with a surprisingly booming voice. "Bring forward the chalice!"

Two other girls carried a large cup, painted hastily with golden paint and adorned with glass gemstones, and set it between Travis and the girls. It was roughly the size of a birdbath, except deeper, to carry a serious amount of fluid. After placing it down they walked until they were either side of him and dropped to their knees, reaching into the folds of his makeshift toga and grabbing his dick. He jumped in shock, but his need almost instantly overpowered his surprise and he grinned stupidly as they gently stroked him until his mighty erection rose up and out to greet the warm air.

"Supplicants! Your sorority has been good and kind enough to procure for you the services of a living god among men! He will provide his essence for you and you shall drink deeply!"

One of the girls snaked her head in between his legs and began to lash his ballsack with her tongue, still maintaining her grip on the lower half of his cock, while the other started to lick up his shaft. The five pledges were staring, despite their trepidation - an Adonis at full erection was equal parts fascinating and frightening to someone who hadn't been around one before or wasn't already conditioned for the sight. Deep bass groans rolled from Travis's chest as he was serviced by the sorority sluts, the horrid anxiety finally, blissfully retreating and allowing him to sink fully into the sensations.

It took an unexpected and slightly awkward amount of time but eventually the girls did their work, and he ejaculated with powerful force, the girls directing the tip of his cock to jet cum straight into the bottom of the bowl, gripping hard to keep it on target against the impossible power of just the involuntary lurches of his shaft. He howled, a rumbling earthquake howl, as he unloaded the full force of his pent-up orgasm anxiety into the chalice.

He finally finished, his cumshots dying down to what, for his size, were just small dribbles but were close to the size of a normal man's entire ejaculation, and the girls stepped forward to drag the sloshing chalice, dripping with misfired strings of jizz, in front of the five girls.

"Drink!" the head sorority girl intoned. The five girls watched the pearly slime for a moment, then one summoned up her courage and stepped forward. She was tall and skinny, with dark skin and curly black hair, and her bikini didn't have much to cover. She leaned forward over the chalice, scooping up his cum with her hands and holding them up to slurp it out of them, rivulets of jizz slowly dripping from between her fingers and down her chin.

"The rest of you! Get up! Anyone slacking fails immediately and will be punished!"

This prompted the other girls to get up and move forward, finding their own spaces around the chalice, desperately cramming semen into their mouths. Before long the bowl was scraped clean, and Travis looked around at an array of faces all smeared with his cum. They didn't gaze at him for long, though, their eyes starting to roll, mouths dropping open, moans rising as the nanites spread into their breasts and slowly, tantalisingly began to plump them up from the inside.

Bikinis stretched to hold advancing flesh, the smaller girls swelling up to hit firm handfuls of flesh while the larger girls expanded out beyond off-the-shelf cup sizes, all in perfect full teardrops with thick, pebbly nipples visible beneath the skimpy fabric of the bikini tops. The chubby brunette's were straining against the straps as she stared down in dumbstruck awe.

"Our god has blessed you! His masculine essence has melded with your feminine essence to enhance your bodies! Remember, you are here to show us how can best embrace and wield their femininity to earn their place among us! Two of you will be found wanting!"

A look passed between the girls for a moment, before there was a sudden scramble towards Travis. A haughty blond, who had started out with a swimsuit model's body, now equipped with breasts rivalling grapefruits, looked like she was gaining ground, before she was grabbed around the ankles by a tiny woman with straight black hair down to her buttocks and a skimpy bikini now full to bursting with an average-sized pair of breasts that sat huge on her frame. They were both overtaken by a freckled redhead with pigtails and a figure fit and lean from outdoor work, who dove forward to reach the tip of Travis's pulsing cock before she was hip-checked to the side by the brunette.

Travis dimly realised this was going to turn into a brawl, and with the command from the girl apparently running the show bouncing through his head, he cleared his throat with a deep rumble.

"Uh, s-stop! I'll choose, uh, who goes next."

He cast a quick glance around the girls. The blond was exactly the sort of girl he could never have had before, the sort of girl that would never have given him the time of day, if she'd even noticed he existed, before his transformation. Now, she was fighting over him. He pointed.

"You." She looked briefly surprised for a moment, then with a satisfied smirk, stepped over to take her place next to him. He waved his hand at the remaining congregation.

"The rest of you, uh, p-put on a show for me. Be sexy." They looked at each other with furrowed brows for a moment, until the mousy girl pulled up the redhead she'd hip-checked out of the way and pulled her into a deep kiss. The others got the idea quickly and soon Travis was looking on a small sea of writhing, gyrating flesh, each of the girls looking to outdo each other in a sapphic display for his entertainment.

He looked down at the blond, then back at his enormous twitching dick. "L-lay down."

She immediately complied, raising her hips up at him as he took his place between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and glistening with juice, and it practically mewled for the tip of his cock as he manoeuvred it to kiss her lips.

Entering her was similar to Mira - her insides were perfectly shaped for him, just tight enough for pleasurable resistance but not so tight as to make him struggle. Just like Mira, the sheer pleasure of him being inside her was enough to completely shut down her ability to think, leaving her a helpless toy to pleasure himself with. He gripped her thighs and pumped into her, his recent orgasm having done absolutely nothing to quell his need to cum inside her. Her expanded boobs bounced and flopped as she babbled and drooled, barely able to moan between involuntary whining and gurgling.

He looked up from her body, watching the other girls cavorting for him, although a couple seemed to genuinely be enjoying the experience on its own merits. The small black-haired girl was wide-eyed as her newly-grown and unexpectedly sensitive breasts were nursed on, and the thick, mousy girl wore an ecstatic expression as she scissored the redhead, squishing her breasts against her chest with both hands.

Between his handpicked lover and the pornographic sight in front of him it wasn't much longer until he was finally given his release, in long, slow pulses of incomparable pleasure separated by torturous spaces of yawning, aching tension just like before. She was already growing again before he was finished shooting off, and by the time he pulled out of her with a relieved but anxious groan she was approaching watermelon-sized and still swelling. He nearly fell backwards, totally drained of energy for a moment from his orgasm, but managed to keep himself upright.

He looked back down at his blond lover and her jostling endowments. "You want some more, slut?"

Her eyes fluttered, her chest rose and fell, and she babbled something that sounded like "too much, no more."

Instantly, a switch somewhere in his brain immediately turned off and the idea of making her any bigger disappeared. Not his need to cum, of course, that was already painfully chewing at the edge of his mind, but the idea of doing it in or on her no longer existed in his head. He groaned, his cock straining with suppressed need, and turned to the remaining girls.

His brow furrowed, glistening with sweat, as thoughts tried to percolate above the pulse of his libido. "Um, next, y-you can... Whichever girl, uh..." They failed, and he simply grunted and grabbed for the closest girl, his enormous hand finding the slender wrist of the tiny dark-haired one.

Without thinking she squeaked "W-wait, no-" and Travis groaned, immediately letting go, his cock responding with a denied pulse of gloopy pre-cum as his instincts removed her as an option. The coordinating sorority sister stepped forward.

"What did you say?! You do not refuse our god's blessing! Get out!"

She tried to babble an excuse but the two girls who had pulled the chalice forward stepped forward to grab her and drag her away from the foyer, while Travis watched on, helplessly horny, as the coordinator turned around and bellowed at the other girls.

"Let this be a lesson to you! Do not refuse! If you say no, you leave!"

The shock ran through all of them, except the thick brunette who just smiled, waiting for Travis to turn back around. Having worked out the issues he was having, she subtly placed herself in front of the others, moving her arms underneath her breasts to push them up and make her cleavage obvious. She immediately became the first target to his desperate eye.

He grabbed her and pulled her over, making her squeal in delight. She squeezed her breasts together before his gaze and spread her chubby legs apart, before without a hint of ceremony he lined up and rammed himself to the very hilt inside her. Her squeals turned into shrieks of pure ecstasy as her body moulded itself around him, the perfect pleasure vessel for his oversexed form, but this time, it was somehow even better.

This girl wanted it. Wanted him. Would do everything in her power to ensure she got his attention. And that meant that beyond the standard retrofitting of her flesh the nanobots had made, she was willing to use it. At least, to the full extent she was able to as her mind was assaulted with wave after wave of pure, incomparable sensation.

She let him use every inch of her insides as his personal toy, doing her best to move, roll and squeeze with him, although once her orgasms began to rise up in full swing she could do very little except spasm and drool. She lost count of the number of times she came before he finally reached his climax and spent himself inside her in the long and draining process that was the only thing even close to relief he could experience now.

This girl was both more experienced with how Adonis men worked and had her mind set firmly on a goal, and was both more thoroughly recovered by the time he finally finished cumming inside her and made sure to carefully hold her mind over the pleasure of growth to watch, and marvel, at her newfound size, and have it ready for him when his awareness stirred again.

He looked down and saw the girl crouched in front of him, lifting her prize-pumpkin breasts up and pressing them together around his shaft, looking directly in his eye with a grin.

"Do you like what you've done to my big, fat boobies? They're all yours. You can pump them even bigger, as big as you want, and then twice as big as that!"

The words seemed to bypass any sort of processing and sank directly into his lizard brain. He fell backwards onto some cushions, letting her shuffle forward and drop her boobs into his lap. She pressed them together, one slightly over the other so the pliant flesh was able to wrap around his shaft and slide together, and then began to rotate them in back and forth semi-circular motions.

It was clear this girl either had experience with having much bigger boobs, or she'd thought long and hard about what she'd do with them when she got them. She played Travis's shaft like a musician, ducking her head forward every time it projected from the sea of breastflesh with which she'd surrounded it to kiss, lick, or suckle on it. Travis groaned, his hips wriggling, hands clutching at the cushions, this chubby little nerd somehow giving him the most sublime sexual experience of his life. Before he realised it he was on the cusp of orgasm, and soon enough her breasts and mouth and impish eyes were drawing out yet another titanic series of cumshots.

While the first enormous ejaculation took her somewhat by surprise, she rallied to prepare for the next one in the extended time he was left groaning and twitching while it built up. She caught it entirely across her face and the vast sea of her breasts, greedily slurping down as much as possible while ensuring what remained pooled across her flesh for as long as possible, letting the nanites leech into her bloodstream through her skin. It wasn't necessary for the full effect, but just picturing pure breast growth seeping into her body was almost enough to get her off.

Her mounds began to swell again long before he'd finished cumming, and he continued to brainlessly baste her with virile Adonis semen while she sat back and let her hands sink into the flesh that slowly advanced down her torso and further along her thighs, wincing contentedly at the feeling of her enormous and ultra-sensitive nipples hardening as the air cooled the intense heat of their growth.

Travis's brain swam back into awareness in time for him to look forward and see the overgrown girl's ass wiggling gently in front of him, swaying back and forth, showing off her dripping pussy as she laid forward on jostling beach-ball breasts, a soft, plush couch for her to rest upon while she waited to be ravaged. And faced with that sight, Travis had no choice but to ravage.

He stepped forward, driven not by any sort of conscious desire but by absolute, unbearable, mind-searing need. He didn't decide to plant his hands on her ample rump and sink himself to the hilt inside her in one fluid motion, he simply did, enslaved to the endless desire that gnawed ceaselessly at his mind. She sloshed back and forth on her bed of breast as he rammed into her, no longer actively participating in her fucking, just letting her undulating breasts and his thrusts form a natural rhythm so she could let her mind go and sink completely into the pleasure.

Travis pounded her, barely even aware of what he was doing, operating on raw instincts enhanced to absurdity by the nanobots. Fortunately the same programming subconsciously held back his strength when it came to being around women, because though he felt like he was gripping her rear at full strength when he finally, gloriously began to unload inside her, to the girl it was the firm but tender caress of a completely-aware lover. She intimately felt how each of his turbo-charged cumshots exploded with viscous warmth inside her, filling her to the brim, then squirting out around his pole wherever it found an opportunity under the intense pressure. Then, before long, she felt herself rising up as her breasts began to expand again, spreading out across the ground in all directions as flesh plumped into being from nothingness. She sank into a dreamy fucked out haze, nestling into her own cleavage, while Travis continued unloading himself inside her before falling back into a thick puddle of his own jizz.

The coordinating sister crouched down next to him, leaning into his ear.

"Hey, uh, you've gotta test 'em all to make some decisions. Remember we pick three of them. One's gone because she told you no but that's still four left, dude."

His brain was swimming in warm pink water. Thoughts were not coming readily. The sister pointed over at the blond. "Why'd you stop fucking her? You've pumped up that fat one so much she can't move."

He shook his head, "Can't. Said no."

The sister stared at him for a moment, then looked back behind her. "You mean this whole time she'd already disqualified herself? Fucking hell, when were you gonna say something?"

He started back, slack-jawed, as the woman sighed. "Wow, even for an Adonis you're a dumb motherfucker. Can't believe you didn't even take the other two before we were done. Okay fine."

She stood up, turning around and fanning out her arms. "Sisters! Your god has spoken! Another of you has rejected his gift, and been cast from our grace! Therefore the three of you that remain shall become part of us! Praise your god, and thank him for his gifts!"

The mousy one burbled something atop her sloshing bed of breast. The other two girls nodded desperately and began moving towards Travis. Watching them crawl towards him, he felt life stir back into his cock, and groaned.

 

Mira rapped on the metal door that crowned the iron staircase leading up to the converted warehouse loft. Travis's old apartment was, of course, totally unsuited to him now. She waited a few moments to listen for the sound of activity inside, then shrugged and let herself in. Travis was often distracted these days.

The inside was open and spacious, if Spartan. An extremely solid couch near a TV on the wall that looked relatively unused. An open-plan kitchen. An even more solid, extra-large bed, sheets and pillows spread all over it. A fully-equipped home gym and arrays of weights and equipment. And over everything else, the unmistakable musk of cum.

Travis was at the gym, doing pull-downs on incredible amounts of weight as if it were nothing. He was totally nude, and every single line of his muscles glistened with sweat. Mira allowed herself a moment of reverent regard before coughing lightly to let Travis know she was there. He jumped a little and turned to her, then began to stare. As he stared, Mira could see the pulses of appreciation in his cock.

"My, my. Somebody's happy to see me."

Travis groaned, although he made no effort to hide himself. "Ugh, is it time already?"

"You don't sound excited."

He dropped the weights. The impact shook the floor. He stood up, his penis clearly beginning to swell to erection.

"Mira, all I've done for three months is be used as a sex toy, day in, day out - and that's better than not getting fucked at all, because not getting fucked is torture! This is not how this was supposed to go!"

"Oh come on, Travis. You've got a bunch of hot bitches desperate for your dick twenty-four-seven, and you make their tits bigger every time they touch you. Don't pretend this isn't what you wanted."

"But it... It..." His focus was starting to drift, especially as Mira began unbuttoning her shirt and revealing the still-swollen cleavage from the last time she made use of Travis's services.

"It what, stud? Feels good to have big-titty bitches throwing themselves at you? Totally rocks to have the body of a god that makes girls hotter just by doing what comes naturally?"

She shook them from side to side, grinning as Travis watched her cleavage wobble. "I mean it doesn't really matter how you feel, does it? Are you going to say no to me right now? Are you going to look at my tits, and know I want to come over there and rub myself all over your dick until you cover me in spunk, and refuse me?"

He didn't even reply, just continued staring slack-jawed at her while his cock pulsed and strained at itself, already beginning to leak trails of crystalline precum. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them against her chest.

"Come on, Travis. You're an Adonis now. Do what you're meant to do."