Category:Events

N-no," I said, as the sponge reached my cock. It was flaccid for now, but still huge: over ten inches, laying across my waist for the big soft head to rest on the mattress. She seemed to pay unnecessary care drawing the sponge along its length, and was rewarded with an involuntary twitch. "I didn't know," I finished, gritting my teeth while the sponge travelled over my scrotum, polishing my swollen, pulsing balls. They were enormous, bigger than I had expected, filling up the space between my legs and then some. Felicity lifted one with a hand, leaning over to get a better angle so that her belly pushed into the springs of the mattress and her massive breasts sat on my thigh. The testicle in her hand looked like a big, fleshy basketball, and she bounced it in the air like one. My scrotum had stretched to match, but the movement still pulled at my other ball, the weight of it sliding around on the bed.

I was still growing, something else I hadnít given much thought. Before I had been caught up in Felicityís game, in the feedback loop of her growing more and more impossibly beautiful, of me growing more and more horny, but now I wondered where my growth would end. If it would.

"No," I gasped, when she at last leaned back, putting her weight back onto her hips. "No, I think you're a succubus."

To my surprise, she laughed, and laughed, and laughed, stepping away as she tossed her head back, red hair stirring around her perfect shoulders. Her chuckles carried her across the room, letting me see another tantalizing, teasing glimpse of her ass squeezed into the skirt of her dress. Finally, between giggles, she composed herself. "A what?"

I tried to maintained focus as my theory gushed out. "The Greek myth. I think it's Greek, at least. A woman who draws power by having sex with men." It was my turn to try to look sly. "I saw how into sucking me off you are. You get something from it, some sort of power. And this, what's happened to you? Hell, what's happened to me. That's not just weird genetics."

Felicity snorted. "No, it isn't. I lied to you. But I'm not some myth or something like that. No, all of this?" She ran her hands down her breasts, tweaking at a nipple, then felt along her belly. To my shock, and my dick's, her hands couldn't reach around herself anymore. She saw my look and sashayed across the room as best her unbalanced body could sashay. "All of this is your doing," she said, letting one finger touch my nose.

"Mine? But... how?"

That smirk again. "You think those pills I've been feeding you since we met were just to help with erectile dysfunction?"

"Since we met?" I tried to think back. She had only been feeding me pills the past few days. I could still taste their bitter powder on my tongue.

Her smile was fiendish, fiery, and now she leaned fully on me, her soft breasts pooling onto my chest and squashing onto the mattress as her enormous belly pressed into my side. "Yes, since we met." She laughed and shook her head again, flinging her hair into my eyes. "The last guy I was with was just as skeptical, you know. Once I told him. 'No, you said you were special!'" Her voice was high and mocking. "What a dope!"

Kissing me on the nose, Felicity got her hands under herself and pushed... puuuushed up to her knees. She couldnít get her legs under her belly anymore without its girth spreading them, and something about the pose was instantly sexy to me, even as she laughed in my face. "The pills came from my first boyfriend. He DID develop them as erectile dysfunction fixes, but I don't think he had any problems getting it up. It was me he didn't find attractive." Her nose wrinkled. "But after his first test on himself, after I tasted his cum and wanted more, well. That was when I changed." The smile was gone now, and she was considering me with her dark brown eyes. "It's all in the pills. And you don't taste anywhere near as good if you don't have one in you, you know. Which is why it's so perfect that they don't just make me hotter to you, and they don't just make you addictively deliciousó" she shivered as she said it, trying to cup her elbows and only getting two armfuls of tit "óbut they massively increase your supply. Don't they?"

I involuntarily eyed my crotch, seeing the distant mountain of my balls. I could feel the sperm churning inside them, or at least thought I could. All of this from some weird experimental drug?

A fingernail dragged its way across my tight, sensitive skin, tracing along a massive testicle. Felicity was almost drooling as she considered me. "You're my sixth, you know. The others... well, I have to leave them, eventually. There's no way to have you take the pill and not have you grow a little." There was an odd sadness in her voice, but not in her eyes. Her eyes were laser-focused on my cock, which, despite my misgivings, despite the ill intentions in Felicity's voice, was slowly, ever so slowly, throbbing harder and longer. "It's only karma that eventually I'd meet someone who wanted me to grow, too. And boy, Jonny, have you made me grrrrrrow."

She almost growled the last word, and I couldn't help myself: every muscle in my body tensed up, my erect cock thrust at least a foot and half into the air. "What'll, hng, what'll you do?" I asked, gritting my teeth, trying to maintain control.

Only a tilt of a head indicated Felicity had even heard me. Instead she pushed herself awkwardly to the edge of the bed, her legs popping down to support her hugely rounded form before she waddled to the dresser. When she came back she had a pill in one hand, and she put it into my mouth without even needing to ask me to open.

"I guess I'll obey my body," she said, eyes lighting up as the pink veins clouded my vision.

Now that I had an idea of what was going on, of what had been changing my body over the past week, I imagined that I could feel it happening. The mystery drugs dissolved on my tongue, seeping into my bloodstream, fast-tracking through my veins, past my glands, waking up every nerve in my body, putting my brain into overdrive as one line of inquiry filled my thoughts:

1. Fuck 2. Be fucked 3. Orgasm 4. Do it again 5. Improve on the process

And the rest of my body responded. Saliva almost poured from my mouth at the sight of Felicity, as her great, swollen breasts, dotted in freckles and blue veins and weeping milk, rolled off of the mountain of her belly and pushed around my throbbing, swelling dick. My sense left me as the heat from her tits completely enclosed my ropy, veiny shaft, leaving only the head, now the size of a plum and a perfect purple to match. Through my flickering vision I swore I could see it swelling bigger, throbbing with my increasing heart rate, while below the burning curve of her belly pushed into my heavy, aching balls. It would grow, too, wouldn't it? I wanted it to. I wanted her to get bigger with me, to swell and round and cry out in need for me just like I wanted her.

Her tongue licked along my cockhead and then her mouth clamped on before even my first spurt of pre-cum could be released.

And, after I cameóa long, bucking process, where her tight tits squeezed as many ounces of sperm out of me and into her willing mouth, where I couldn't focus my eyes, let alone my thoughts, only dig my fingers into her ruined sheets and hold on while Felicity's body kicked with another touch-less orgasmóI realized that I was nothing more than a machine to her. A means to an end. It was obvious, really, and should have been from the moment the first handcuff had clicked, but it was an important thing to focus on, to feel: I was a prisoner. Not just for a day, but for as long as she could reach my cockhead.

But how would I get out?

I gritted my teeth as I felt my changes take hold, my cock softening to an absurdly long length. I had felt those last few inches as they ripped down my erection, pushing me longer, further, harder to please my mistress, rising up from my crotch like a skyscraper. I had felt my balls swelling, readying themselves for the next go-around. And my dick was so ready, now, as its flaccid meat slapped back against my stomach and chest, now almost long enough to tickly my chin. My legs were being forced apart, anything to not touch the ultra-sensitive skin of my throbbing, growing testicles.

How would I get out?

Felicity's finger drew down the length of my balls in what was becoming a familiar touch, her eyes glistening in what could have been hunger, longing, or some sick poetic reverie. "Such a big boy," she breathed, her chest heaving, pushing her tits nearly up to her chin. "Big enough for me." Then her eyes closed again, her brows furrowing in growing anticipation, and her tits began to swell, to rise like dough. One of her hands was reaching out, squeezing her tits in so that she could brush her fingers against a nipple still dripping milk, but the growth was almost too fast, and her teats would be out of reach soon. Just like her belly, which was doing its part to expand outward, outward, rounding and pushing its way between her legs, against my body, growing millimeter by millimeter as Felicity rubbed the tanned, smooth skin, trying to reach a nipple.

Her eyes rounded on me. "I need you to milk me," she said, in a sultry voice. "But, god, it feels so good to be so full."

I wondered if that was part of my fantasy, too. Loved to be milked, but loved to be brimming with milk. "You're not going to be able to walk in a few days," I laughed, almost coming to my senses despite the drool dripping down my face. She was perfect, wasn't she? Everything I had ever desired, knowing or not.

Her nose wrinkled. "No?"

"No," I chuckled again, unable to contain my vengeful glee. "Youíll be trapped like me.

A look came over her and her mouth snapped closed. Working her knees, pushing backwards with her hands, she made her way off of the bed, one foot coming down, then another, before heaving the monstrosity of her belly off of the mattress. There was triumph written all over her face as I watched her rise, even as her perfectly round stomach dipped down nearly to her knees, extending outward several feet before curving back to give her enormous tits a resting place. Her spine was curved back so far that she was nearly looking at me between her cleavage.

Then there was a look of mischief in her eye, something venomous. "Maybe I won't, by Wednesday." And she was at her dresser, leaning over it sideways to get a pill bottle. Then, slow waddle by slow waddle, her belly shifting back and forth with her hips, she was standing by the bed, then sitting on it, leaning back with one hand to support her. "But neither will you."

And another pill went into my mouth.

Would I get out?

As the red-tinted fog enveloped my vision and all of my thoughts turned only to fucking, Felicity closed the door.