Shellyarts' Stories

“Director?” Jonathan’s voice quavered nervously as he stepped into the head of Incres Co.’s office.

“Come in Mr. Langston.” Even before Jonathan could sit and get settled, his employer began his inquiry.

“So, how many subjects have you decided on for each location?”

Jonathan swallowed before answering. “Four, sir.” He slid a thick portfolio over the desk. “They were all selected as incredible examples of overreactivity and-”

The Director held up a hand to stop him.

“What about the two you were telling me about before? The lab tech and his partner?”

“Ah, Technician Robin Leblanc and Tester 39 Chelsea Olsson. They will be participating as well. They’ve both received full courses and seen rather spectacular results. Ms Olsson has actually been our third most active tester, with the second largest growth results. We just stopped her maternity trial and-”

The Director cut him off again.

“That’s fine. Just fine. Have they all signed off on taking your cap?”

“Yes.” Jonathan held his breath.

“Alright, I’ll give the project the full green light. But, Mr. Langston?”

“Yes sir?”

The director scowled, “This had better not blow up in my face.”

Jonathan’s face drained of color. “I’m sure it won’t sir.”

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Leaves skittered across the porch. Chelsea and Jules sipped coffee, looking out the glass sliding door with disingenuous contemplation. Six months had passed since Chelsea’s first night in the Es14x trial. She had two major growth spurts after the first round, gaining more mass and experiencing some minor changes, but none as drastic as the initial dose. While there were some minor concerns, she had been healthy enough to test a maternity medication. Her massive body began to  require exercise and dieting to maintain, but her extensive body fat hadn’t decreasing, though muscles now bulged beneath it. Robin was pleased with the results, as was Chelsea, but both harbored small doubts. She was placed at the top of the waiting list for the next round of booster tests until a new development entered the conversation.

Jules had also been testing the maternity drug around the same time. Both friends had gone through several changes over the past few months, several which now prompted their mutual sidelong glances, but much of their shared discomfort was primarily from adjusting to their new surroundings and the anxiety of tomorrow’s project.

Incres co. lab pushed up human tests for a “Cap Limiter” called Ls02x. Robin was one of the first human research technicians to get his hands on the animal testing results. He quickly added his support to Project Lead Dr. Langston’s proposal for a small volunteer grouping of high yield testers to be capped in three major locations. The drug was created to instill an artificial, specially tailored, limit to each recipients growth. With the Director’s approval, the project was slated to begin as soon as possible.

Chelsea and Robin had moved further out, nabbing a larger but affordable one floor homestead. The place hadn’t been entirely renovated for their needs yet, but it was nearing completion. Chelsea had taken to wearing huge pads and custom condoms to keep the unfinished floor clean. Her penpal turned confidant had moved further out as well, her family taking a suburban house only a 40 minute drive away. Jules also had company provided pads over her nipples though even now twin dark patches blotched her front. Jules had worn a loose fit Incres co. lab branded blouse and pants to visit, Chelsea opting for a huge sweater and voluminous long skirt.

Neither had much to hide for the other anymore, their semi-lewd long distance relationship had not left much to either’s imagination, but both thought it was nice to feel a tad normal that blustery afternoon. Both felt the tension bleed out as from the air as the hours passed. The idle conversation strayed from music and coffee to their families and love lives to circle back towards their previous and current tests with trepidation about the oncoming drug trial.

It was to be a simultaneous group affair. The company had been looking for their most saturated testers and biggest growers to undergo a run of limiters to cap their growths. The plan was smart, such unique large people were still incredibly rare, which led to being tentative social taboos and they ran many health risks. Their hearts strained, tendons stretched, organs overloaded. Immobility and rehabilitation were reasonable concerns for the company and testers to have. Boosters and all altering drugs were still new tech, not even a decade into human testing. Stopping their rampant growth was a way to nip any future problems in the bud.

So they had set up for three different sites, with four subjects each. The limiter was going to be trialed in staggered stages to hopefully ensure a safe experiment. They had already done a lot to confirm that there was low risk of complication. It had been a promising line of research thus far, animal tests coming out positive and secure. Some of the techies had been conferencing with Robin for a few months, which had left him confident in the program.

Chelsea and Jules were the second and third two largest growers in the company’s trials respectively. So, as such, they were among the first to get called. Of course they had accepted. Robin especially, was excited about the prospect of putting a limit to his and her biological load. The final subject for their local trial, Holly, was a friend of Jule’s husband Wallace, who had only begun boosters two years ago. She had undergone a similar run to Jules and Robin, ending with Es12x, but her results were fairly typical despite their extent. Apparently, her growth had been rather sudden and extensive. They were going to be tested in pairs Robin and Chelsea, Jules and Holly. As the hours ticked by, each of them was gradually growing more anxious, hearts fluttering and stomachs swimming. 

The pair of giant women were seated on cushions, still able to comfortably use the normal sized table between them, chatting as Robin and Wallace socialized in the study. Jules set down her tea, glancing at the prominent mounds beneath Chelsea’s skirt before focusing back out the window.

“I can’t help feeling a little worried about it,” Jules groaned. Her gaze lost in the autumnal landscape.

“I get that.” Chelsea nodded, eyes drifting from the glass to Jules’ leaky rack, small drops of milk beading through the pads and fabric. Trying not to look at the roll of paper towels on the counter, Chelsea pointedly followed her friend’s gaze to the window. “But Robin keeps telling me that all the super smart junk has been taken care of. Personally, I could keep going without, but they do have a point…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes flicked across the strained fabric of her sweater.  

Noting the pause, Jules turned back to her friend, a bit concerned.

Chelsea laughed hollowly, her face equal parts smile and grimace. “I mean breathing has gotten harder and just fitting in places is a struggle. After getting worked up, I have to sit down or risk getting pretty dizzy. And I don’t think I need to bring up low freaking ceilings to you.”

Jules chuckled, “Nope. I keep banging my head on the doorframes at the new place. Gonna take a while to get used to the layout.”

The two chuckled conspiratorially, leaning in. As they did, Jule’s nipples bumped the table and caused a small flood of cream across the sealed pine. Chelsea twisted and grabbed the paper towels. Jules cursed softly and tore off a few sheets to help Chelsea clean the leaking milk off the tabletop. With most of the liquid sponged up and the table wiped down, Jules frustratedly bent over, careful to not start another tit deluge.

A gentle touch settled on the back of Jules’ clenched hand. Looking up, she was startled by the warmth in her friend’s soft features. Chelsea’s plump darkly painted lips curved with a light melancholic sympathy. There was understanding and a bit of mirth in that look.

Jules reached across to her friend’s face, fingers tracing up the line of Chelsea’s rounded chin, sliding behind the ear. Pulling closer, the two mistily studied each other’s features. Their lips, black and bronze, parted with an urgent muted breathiness. Their mirrored invitation welcoming further advances.

Chelsea’s hands pressed into the center of each of Jule’s overactive juicy nipples, the pliant squishy flesh beading warm milk into her palms and sending miniature rivers across the back of her hands. Jules’ met her by swirling her large fingers around the protruding areola beneath Chelsea’s fuzzy sweater.

Chelsea’s enormous fatty form melted into Jules strong giant’s embrace, their titanic breast squishing together, a huge hardening shape told Jules that tonight was going to be exactly the kind of stress relief she needed. The pair was startled by the third and fourth pair of hands joining the fray, two hardening reminders of just how large they had all become. Their collective tension bled out over several hours, the older couple leaving in the wee hours of the morning. They’d see each other again around noon before the drug trial began…

Together they reoriented. Chelsea pushed hard against the mattress, slowly rotating to prop up on the pillows and headboard of the bed, breathing hard by the end of the exercise. She spread her legs for access, her limbs buoyed by her leviathan behind. Robin mirrored her, moving to the foot of the huge bed. Stepping forward, he attempted to maneuver his cock closer to her obscured donut while getting an arm against her giant pillowy fupa. Chelsea hauled up on her belly, allowing her cock to once again swing up past her head, placing her penis between her swollen banana tits. 

Reaching up to grab her cockhead, her fingers hooked the rim of her thick foreskin. Pulling her phimosis, the skin rolling and bunching, scrunching tightly against the widened ridge of her glans, Chelsea managed to finally free her head from its tight constraints. She left the stretched foreskin crinkled in a meaty ring a few inches below her turgid mushroom. Her knobby glans glistened with a layer of slick pre. Each of the papules** stood at attention, adding to the sensitivity of her tip. Globules of churning ropey precum dribbled onto the pillow beside Chelsea’s raven hair. Her lip ring tinked gently against her teeth as her grin expanded, painted obsidian lips parting to reveal a smile tinged with manic glee. Keeping her rod at arms length over her, her hand dwarfed by her shovel tip. She moaned as her obsidian nails dug into the base of her glans. Feeling herself prepared on that end, Chelsea’s attention shifted.

Her giant shaft out of the way, she hefted her basketball sized testicles onto her fatty plateau, one oblong organ nestling into her cave-like navel. Her clit, stimulated by their movements, came level with Robin’s chin. Freed from under her ballsack, her clitoris rigidly jutted from beneath her, turgid and growing, becoming as thick as Robin’s thigh and cresting close to two feet in length. Its tip jiggling, the flushed organ pulsed eagerly. Robin reached forward, tentatively touching its sensitive length. Chelsea gasped as his fingers lightly stroked her. Her clit jerked wildly at his coaxing. With a mischievous smile, Robin bent down to plant a kiss on its tip. It felt hot against his lips. 

He knew any further teasing and his lover might grow agitated so, ducking slightly, Robin attempted to get a clear line of sight to her asshole. Only then did he realize that the main reason why her anus had been so difficult to see before, the reason why she seemed taller on the bed than earlier, the reason it had taken so much out of her just to move across to the middle of the bed: her ass and hips had expanded.

Taking a few steps back to survey her, letting her fupa fall back, Robin’s jaw hung slack. Her titanic ass and hips were like two massively overstuffed bean bag chairs of fat, wide and round enough to reach up to her mid back, blocking his view of nearly all the pillows and headboard. Her ass and ultra wide hips now took up over two thirds the width of the bed. Her huge thighs, no parted invitingly, prominently displayed large rosey stretch marks. Her squished cheeks had closed around her anus before, but now, with Chelsea’s eager spreading, he could see its dark glory dripping with pussy juices. Her emissions had pooled below it, cradled by the bed’s hydrophobic sheets.

Robin peeled his sweaty shirt off, his downy breasts perkily jostled into view, garnering a sudden renewed stiffness from Chelsea’s monumental nipples and clit. Their rough, missionary-esque, position completely aligned, Robin wielded his own pole. It had reached peak erection, as long as Robin himself was tall and as thick as his muscular calves. Knees bumping the foot of the bed, he swirled his six-and-a-half footer’s drooling tapered tip around her partially gaped asshole. Hsi glans glided over the soft spongy surface aided by his sticky transparent arousal. The top of his glans bumped the underside of her giant mushy labia with each pass, eliciting another spurt each time. After a few more moments, her obscene drooping pussy belched a large load all over her thighs and ass. A tiny string of lust fell from his own vagina, rivulets running down his inner thigh. Her thick meaty asshole spasms eagerly, opening up and gaping for him.

Sufficiently lubed up, Robin stopped teasing her ring and pushed inside. Her warmth, her scent, the sheer multifold texture of her tunnel made his knees weak. Buckling slightly, he moved forward from the end of the bed, crawling forward onto the sheets. His slow progress made every inch feel like ten, every new cavern in her relenting without much difficulty. His huge fuzzy grapefruit balls were spasming behind him, churning as cups of pre lubricated his journey. 

He angled his head to avoid her clit, his hands stroking her fatty inner thighs. The two were releasing an echoing duet of tiny moans and grunts, Chelsea always muffling her own noises with a bit lip or tossed back head. Her prostate bulged beneath her, but Robin’s instrument missed its internal line. 

Finally, Robin had inserted over five feet of his length inside her. The bulge in her abdomen was subtle beneath her new rolls of burgeoning flesh, but he followed the hillock along her belly. He began to slowly pump back and forth. He didn’t have the leverage to move much more than a foot both ways, but the effect was drastic. Their soft noises escalated and Robin began to sweat with exertion. Chelsea massaged the underside of her glan’s ridge, tweaking some of the larger papules. Her face clouded with an attitude of desperation, her eyes losing focus. Robin’s cock shot another wave of precum into her gut and her cock responded in turn, splashing the headboard and pillows with a thick stream of clear jism. As both lovers began to pick up the pace, they reached out to each other. Chelsea hooked an arm beneath her left mammoth mammary and over her swollen belly to grasp at her boyfriend. Robin reached over her beachball sized fupa and inflated balls to lock grips, their fingers twining together.

Chelsea’s insides sloshed with several pints of precum, Robin’s cock swam and speared through his emissions to punch her deeper walls. Her moist depths wrapped invitingly around his massive member, tight around the base. Each push made her last barriers give ground.

His half inch clit dug into his horribly distended prostate with each shift forward, only spurring his thrusting on more. Finally he pulled back, holding the pose for a heartbeat before slamming hard into her, the twin pilows of her fupa and frothing vulva cushioned his midriff. Her clit jerked underneath his armpit as he thrust forward. 

Hilting her and panting heavily, Robin fell forward, his head resting against the stretched skin of her sack beneath her enormous balls. Robin threw his available arm around her belly, a visible bulge rising in her stomach nearly a foot long, tenting her fat folds. He reached around her, arm encircling a small stretch of her prodigious waistline, hugging his cock by proxy, indulging her roundness. Disengaging from their woven fingers, his right hand joined the left in running through her soft fatty folds.One hand reached up and squished into her huge teat, grabbing roughly her three foot nipple, milk dribbling down his arm and splashing onto her inner thigh. The other cradled and massaged the incredible testes that swelled above him, which shuddered under his fingers. 

Chelsea’s gut gurgled, filling with several more jets of his precum. She leaned back and grabbed her cockhead further up, fingering its loose soaked hole. Her other hand reach out to massage the meaty flesh of her unattended teat, the nipple’s flesh oozing between her fingers and spraying a wide shower of milk. The wrinkling folds of her butthole meat clenched around her boytoy’s meat, her inner folds greedy for renewed play.

The pair’s eyes met, both open mouthed, drooling, and madly in love. Chelsea’s lipstick had smeared at the corners and her hair had streaks of drying precum decorating it, but in that moment Robin had never seen her more lovely. He grunted, as his sack rose and scrunched up, coconut sized balls coming up to slap his pussy. His ignored clit, half an inch of pink stiffness, jabbed into is swelling prostate sending warm jolts through his nether regions. His second climax of the night was approaching, but he could stem it off for another minute with some concentration, so he focused his efforts on Chelsea.

Pulling up on his cock, pushing higher inside her, Robin began to probe for her prostate. Of course, it was harder to reach with her vaginal walls in the middle, but with some pushing and careful angling, he could press against the bulging gland. Pulling out a foot or so, watching her velvety wrinkled aperture follow the base of his cock out, stretching nearly all the way with him, he bent and aimed. Crashing back in he felt the head of his cock punch into the perfect spot

Chelsea groaned, a fresh tide of precum splattering across the pillows and headboard.

Robin watched his lover in the throws of bliss, winding down his pace in a vain attempt to last just a little longer in that moment, a cloud of wonderful sensation. Unfortunately, the sudden clenched pressure inside his girlfriend set him gasping. Her anus, soft and sticky, started to strangle his cock, more effective than a ring of hitachi wands. The sheer loving ferocity of this massaging sends him over. His vagina spits, his balls tighten, and his cock’s girth swells with his coming load. The first shot punches against Chelsea’s prostate prompting a cry of pain and ecstasy from her. His thick seed pumps, pint after pint, through his giant shaft and into her bowels, shot after shot painting her insides. Her nipples squirt a few quick streams of cream as Chelsea feels her belly grow warm and full. Robin continued to climax for half a minute, packing her guts to brimful. 

Chelsea’s clitoris bobbed up to smack Robin under the arm, furthering her pleasure. Frantically, she searched for her own release, fingers plunging into her urethra and tearing at her nipple. A gush of femjizz coats the base of Robin’s cock, her labia swelling and beginning to gape.

Seeing her distressed motions, he pulled out. Foot after foot of his quickly softening length further uncorked her ass, eventually releasing a tide of jizz from her butt. He hurriedly stepped off the bed and rushed to her side. Scaling the bed and leaning over her, ducking beneath her arm and cock, he placed his hands on either side of her face and leant in. Chelsea reciprocated, meeting the passionate kiss. Her dark lips marking his tender lips, bumping into his stubbled chin. Her tongue darted into his mouth, eager and flexile. Chelsea’s hands let go of androgenous zones to slickly massage his boobs. Robin began to fondle her breast in turn. 

Their kiss deepened, Chelsea pressing in harder. Robin felt his hands getting soaked in her milk, a shiver running through his body. Her hands, wet with precum and cream, slid under his tits. She remained like that, kissing and playing with his chest, until he changed tactics. 

Robin reached down, heaving aside her giant swelling balls, to thrust a fist into her cavernous belly button, elbowing her rigid dick accidentally. Mildly startled, Chelsea opened her eyes to stare into his. Her cock pulsed, a fresh tide of precum splattering across the bed and Robin’s back. Her balls, which had grown hot against her skin, slid off her stomach onto her expansive thigh. Digging deep in her belly with one hand and rubbed his lover’s enormous fat midriff the other, Robin pulled back from the kiss. Both were left breathless, Chelsea’s radiant eager face still showing her growing lust.

Before she could say anything, Robin held up a finger. Hopping down, Robin ran to grab a few things. As he passed the monitor stand, he noted her endocrine system activity had ramped up significantly. No duh. He chided himself. Her tissue and glandular growth has been astonishing. Not to mention the uptick in her libido. I need to do a blood test after we get her calmed down. For now… He rummaged through the toy storage, pulling out a huge anal bead set. The biggest ball was a little smaller than a bowling ball, the full string measuring almost five feet long. It had been a special order for their last anniversary. He also plucked a fist sized egg vibrator from amongst the hoard.

Jogging back, he lay the egg on the bed and stepped up. He was almost two feet taller than her cock was long, but her expanded ass had made up that distance. Her cock head was at eye level with him, smelling salty but pleasant. Hooking an arm around her shaft he pulled the thumping, drooling meat towards his chest. Standing on his tiptoes, he cradled it against is body. He tucked the glans beneath his chin and slowly brought the smallest bead level with her gaping slit. He slowly inserted the first sphere, only the size of an apple. The initial six firm silicone beads were practically gulped down by her urethra, from an apple to a honeydew. With each bead, Chelsea groaned in pleasure, her sack pulling up her thigh with eager jerks.

Lube was not a problem, a bucket worth of precum had come frothing around the beads as he progressed, much of it spilling out to soak his torso. It was warm, smooth, and cloudy bath. The final two spheres were more difficult. Robin had to fight to push the second to last down, the bulge of the first apple-bead finally disappearing into the folds at the base of her cock. He palmed the bead’s top side to push it further down. Her urethra had stretched inhumanly wide to accommodate their forms thus far, but now it was reaching the limits. The underside of her four and a half monster was distended by the silicone string.

Robin, high off the sheer lunacy of her anatomy and a light headed, decided to push even further. They had never tried to fit the last bead down her dickhead. Now, he wanted to try… Chelsea certainly wasn’t about to protest, head lolling and mouth openly drooling. Her gasping breaths turned to moans with his every push.

Mustering all his arm strength, watching to make sure he wasn’t hurting her, he stacked the bowling ball bead atop her cock and slowly mashed it down. The toy itself had some give and the well of juices made it possible. After a minute of pushing and grunting, Chelsea delirious with pleasure, Robin finally got the last of the string barely inside. Nearly a third of the final ball still protruded from her filled hole, but Robin wasn’t going to force it further. The tight fit had nearly completely sealed her dick shut. Only a tiny trickle of pre managed to slip out the bottom lip. Stepping back, Robin admired his girlfriend’s lumpy plugged cock, which bucked with her renewed needy hip motions.

Chelsea watched blurry-eyed as his attention turned to the egg on sheets. Turning it on, Robin hefted the toy as he leaned over beneath her. The buzz alerted Chelsea just before his fist carried it into her prolapsed urethra. The tube swallowed his arm as he went deep inside her distended vaginal pisser, leaving the egg inside her once reaching elbow depth. As he pulled out, a small flood of clear pee and feminne juices pooled between her legs.

Chelsea swore as he fisted her only to relax, going entirely slack the moment he reached optimal zone. Her eyelids flickered in an effort to stay conscious. She feverishly grabbed her shaft with both hands, rubbing its stuffed bloated length furiously. Her fingers stumbled across the new giant bumps and valleys. Her tits bounced with her bucking motion and arm pumping, each spritzing nipple swinging figure eights in the air. Robin watched her nipples spray, but a different movement catches his attention away from his edging lover.

Her sack had further engorged, her cock turning a shade darker, and the veins all along its meat bulged out. It was her shivering dickhead that caught Robin’s eye. The poor stretched glans was turning purple. Nearly all the papules around her mushroom stood out at thumb length and twice as thick. The cluster bristled out further as the organ swung wildly.

A sudden pain in her balls made her cry out, but was quickly replaced by immense pleasure.
Robin snapped out of his trance, immediately concerned at her pained sound. Rushing to her, he grasps her face. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” His voice was calm, but the worried undertones were clear as day. “Tell me what’s going on. What hurts? Let me help.”

Her reply came through gritted teeth. “Fuck that, finish me or else. Robin, I love you so much and appreciate the nurse thing. But right now I neeeed-d-d-” Chelsea’s jaw clenched over chattering teeth. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her hands began to pump even faster.

Her balls felt tingly and hot, glancing over she saw her gigantic sack visibly swelling, its skin growing sickeningly tight. Even a glimpse of her sack had told Chelsea that her testes were changing. Her addled brain couldn’t seem to care, ignoring it in favor of focusing on her deliciously stoppered shaft. Robin hurried below her crotch, bouncing on the bed, and sliding a hand along her meaty clit. His other groper massaged her doughy udder-like outer labia. That contribution increased the pressure inside Chelsea. The top bead that had been keeping her plugged popped out, buoyed by a dense flow of cloudy precum which slid down the bottom of her cock and added to the pool between legs, some draining into her still partially gaped anus.

Chelsea released a guttural moan and kept up a steady sigh as the pressure slowly released

Her balls felt like they were on fire, full of pins and needles, on top of an indescribable itchiness. Then the next bead popped out, slowly, like a bobber rising to the surface of the water. The flow of juices increased to a gentle waterfall, her cock bending towards Robin under the weight of the beads. Even as he worked at her clit, he felt the bowling ball thump against his shoulder blades, and a steady trickle over his neck. Her fluids drenched his back, legs and crotch, the smell—sweet and masculine—made his cock stiffen.

“Fffffuuuck-k-k…!”

Her words shifted into an all out pleading cry forced through her clamped teeth. The last few beads slid out, pulled out by the weight of the rest of the strand, slapping down behind Robin. Free of its plug, Chelsea’s cock bobbed back towards her head, gushing over the frenzied lover’s chest and neck before being angled away.

Robin felt his girlfriend’s vagina wrench up, the egg slipping out of her soda can urethra tube. The soft moist flesh of her labia pulling in, slurping and gaping as new squirts of lube jettisoned onto Robin’s lap. His lover felt a jolt inside her ballsack, followed by a sickening looseness. The discomfort swelled seconds later, clenching and releasing. Chelsea reached out to her cockhead, whose flow was rapidly dwindling. The tension amongst her testes hit a final time, only to fall once more. Her glans’ surface was turning back to a tender reddish pink and twitching. Her probing fingers rubbed past the sensitive nubs, slipping into the drenching maw and began to fist its gaping slit. On the third push, it tightened around her wrist and her clit swelled in Robins hands.

Chelsea’s ragged voice caught in her throat. Then she was climaxing, faster than Chelsea could react, her fist was thrust from the opening. The first shot slammed against the water repellant pillows. Her cock, blow back by the force, flipped back towards Robin. Having backed up after her cry, the second cumshot hit him in the chest, thicker than yogurt, pungent, and hot. To him, it felt like getting hit with a wet pool noodle, which broke open like a water balloon on impact.

The third, less solid, wave went past his head onto the floor, slapping against the opposing wall’s baseboard. Then her cock slapped back against her fupa and belly, continually shooting a near constant stream of long ropey cum jets.

Nearly a minute had passed before her garden hose of clearing cum subdued. After all the lesser shots, the color quickly thinned out to her clear emissions again, but a thick flow of steaming pre persisted. Chelsea’s cock was painfully hard now, her balls turgid and tight, fuzz standing on end. While she didn’t dare look, Chelsea knew her poor bloated sack had become more crowded. The weight of her sack pressed against her whale wide butt and hip, making a dent in the mattress. Goosebumps ran up her arms and neck. Near breathless, she sat up. Robin, doused but eager sloshed over to her. The two bent in to kiss, Robin slipping her some of her own cum. Noticing that she was actually incredibly hungry, Chelsea eagerly received the gift. The two shared a sloppy tongue filled exchange before he collapsed onto her belly. Underneath all her blubber, his lover’s stomach growled. She rubbed his broad taut back as he hugged and massaged her slippery rolls.

“Hey gorgeous.” Her voice was a little ragged and he could feel the raw need beneath her tone.

Robin glanced up. Chelsea was biting her lip. Her heavy shadow had streaked, leaving an odd frame for her hazel eyes. Half lidded, they travelled pleadingly down his body. A pulse ran through her stiff dense clit as she said, “Can I… can I see your vag?” 

Her clit, bending down by it’s sheer weight, bumped into her inner thigh, gained another inch in circumference without either of their noticing.

Robin grimaced, “C-chelsea! C’mon, I-”

Interrupting his protest with a light grunt, Chelsea shudders beneath him. Another swell adding to her lower pleasure rod’s girth. Her distended, tight balls demanded release. Her sore glans pulsed with her escalating heartbeat.

“Please honey. I really need this.” Her words, soft and quavering, tugged at him. “I’m close… but it won’t happen without this…”

After a moment, he nodded, tension building in his shoulders. Robin slid off his expansive girlfriend, his flaccid cock meatily slapping against his legs as he jogged into their closet to grab a smaller toy. Watching him go, his butt swaying enticingly, Chelsea felt her clit buck again. It was thickening out of sight but its sensations were becoming increasingly demanding in the back of her mind.

Robin picked a slim red member from their collection. A half inch of cloudy fluids had coagulated and covered the floor, sucking slightly at his feet as he shuffled back to the bed. His girlfriend’s massive bulk blocked his view of her sack, but he noted her clit seemed larger than when they started. Ascending the bed again and moving up beside her, his hands grazed her beautifully bloated form, teasing the underside of her breast, hand barely able to grip the full mountain of her still dripping nipple. He mounted her chest, her enormous milky baps supporting his back, his cock thrown over his shoulder, balls flipped up beside it resting between his tits. His outer labia had puffed up in all the excitement, like half a peach beneath his giant prostate’s bulge. His inner labia barely poked out, pink and curled, barely wet. His clit peeked out above, pale and trembling.

Chelsea watched him arrange himself on top of her, his cooch close enough for her to see the wrinkles in his clitoral hood, her own clit swelling again, its thickness and length flourishing out. She reached for his chosen toy, plucking it gently from his grasp. She brought his chosen plaything up to her lips, making sure he was watching her. Chelsea planted a gentle kiss on its tip before plunging the full faux phallus down her maw. She pumped it twice, then dragged it out to see. Her deepthroat yielded a slick coating of saliva and few streaks of blackish purple lipstick.

Robin, entirely hypnotized by her, had begun reach for his cock. Chelsea impishly slapped his hand away before he could start to work on his member, grinning wildly.

“Here, pull that in for me.” Chelsa motioned to her right nipple.

Robin twisted to grab her fat teat with one hand.

“Give me a squeeze over this…” She passed his free hand the wet dildo. 

Gripping the two foot long protrusion, thick as a 12 gallon bucket, he plunged his fingers into the moist spongy flesh, moving to hold the toy underneath the rich deluge of tit juice. 

At his tightened hold, her nipple began to seep even more creamy richness over the toy, leaving the silicone cock covered in slick patches of spit and running rivulets of milk.

“Enough lube?” Chelsea raised an eyebrow, a dollop of precum slipping off her bangs onto her cheek.

“Just a bit.” Robin said his a sarcastic chuckle, half amazed. 

Sure, she had lactated before, but this was on another level. In the back of his brain, Robin ran through a post coital check up. I need to check her prolactin and oxytocin levels… This train of thought was promptly interrupted by Chelsea massaging his labia. Tentatively, looking to his face for approval, she had reached up to rub his slit. She teased his clit with a hand, biting her own tongue in a distracted lusty reverie. A horrid stirring sensation in her sack nearly spoiled her delight in this treat, but she blocked it out. As her fingers pinched and rubbed his joy buzzer, her comparative clitoral titan continued to lengthen in the shadow of her cock. Her morbidly tumefied cock hovered a bit behind Robin’s head, only kept at bay by her bloated fupa and belly. Her urethra streamed with a thick precum river, occasionally spitting some of the thinner stuff, which splattered against the sheets, along with her belly and thighs.

Lining the toy up beneath him, Robin parted his lips, bending to see his handiwork. Chelsea’s asshole yawned open, devouring more of the lingering cum and piss pool. Her cervix sucked at the air. Her clit trembled and bobbed, stirring the air with frustration, adding inches to its length. Her nipples spat blobby drops of cream. Her breath stuck in her throat, her eyes devouring the rare site of her boyfriend’s womanhood opening before her. Her cock raged behind him. Her hands flicking between his inner thighs and her own breasts. Her ballsack again painfully tightening, with the following strange looseness plaguing the delicious pressure’s lewdness.

His vulva was a thing of pure beauty, his insides smooth and wonderful. She wanted in. TO be able to get inside those tender unsullied folds. She wanted to fuck his brains out. To scoop his cervix inside out. To fill him to bursting. Images of his pregnant silhouette danced behind her eyes. For half a moment she was revulsed by the onslaught of these intrusive thoughts. But then he slipped the dildo in and moaned.

HE. MOANED. 

All night his voice had sounded so warm, so strong, so deep. But this… This had not been a guyish, manly sound. No. It had been a full, feminine cry of sudden stimulation. That sensual, high pitched whimper swelled inside her. It enchanted her, filling her with bliss, acceptance, love, and raw lust. She was fucking there at the dam’s flood doors. Her testicles were seething, tight and hot, sweaty and trembling. Her cock’s flesh pulsed with her racing heart, its inhumanly wide mushroom tip, nearly blue and bloated to comical proportions, swung wildly inches above Robin’s oblivious head. Her hands tugged fervently at her enormous nipples, spritzing thick milk across the bed. Her clit fattened further, its base squishing more aggressively into her grotesquely distended prostate. Each slight gasp, every slick pump of the dildo, his handsome face lolling slightly in bliss, every bit of him made her crazy. Every minute of his self fuck drew her further in, making her wilder, voracious for him. Chelsea bucked beneath her lover, desperate adrenaline defying her incredible bulk until…

He pulled the dildo balls deep, a tiny spurt of fem jizz squirting past the silicone nuts onto Chelsea’s chest. She followed it with a cry, eyelids slammed tightly together, crying out through locked jaws. Tears of happiness, bliss, fear, and a thousand other emotions streamed down her face. Her vagina flooded, releasing a bucket of sticky juices onto her chunky clenched thighs. Her aching balls tried to cinched up, pulling against her massive thigh. Its payload rushed into Chelsea and up into her shaft, which swelled with the sheer volume of cum. As Robin arched his back, opening his mouth and closing his eyes in rapture, Chelsea’s face screwed up into a face of pain, and immeasurable ecstasy.

The first volley of pudding-thick cum slammed into the ceiling with and audible liquid thud. Chelsea’s poor body was wracked with a shivering spasm. She gasped in shock, her spine curling. The second shot led a near continuous stream of highly viscous jizz. The sweet and salty tide drenched the couple, Robin putting his hands up to protect his eyes. Chelsea’s body jiggled and vainly thrusted beneath him, her voice pettering out into rhythmic grunts and panting which were lost amongst the waterfall of splattering noises. Her urethra stretched with each surge of the gushing ropey stream. Her vagina spat fat squirts of stringy lube, her bladder draining through her engorged urethral tube. Her clit rose and fell with her dwindling convulsions. The forceful jism hosing the room mingled with waterfall of juices flowing over the bed to gather on the gummy floor. The couple’s bedroom became a humid and sticky mess. The drains in the floor choked on their chunky thick cum. Gallon after gallon of the steaming deluge coarsed from her until, minutes later, the flow ebbed.

Robin’s vaginal reverie had long since subsided when Chelsea came down from her orgasm. Even after that glorious release Chelsea’s calmed balls still felt odd. However, Robin felt his girlfriend’s body finally relax beneath him, her blubbery torso reminiscent of a giant water bed. Pinned between her breasts, Robin leaned back and rested his head against the sticky warm swell of her midsection. Drowzy, lulled by her warmth and the post sex haze.

—

The booster had done wonders. Es14x had been touted as a latent enhancer, driving the genetic desires of one’s developing or already boosted body into the next stage. That night Chelsea had taken the first dose of her month long trial course. While their immediate and explosive sex hadn’t been entirely planned, Robin had known it was a near certianty. He was deliriously in love with her. Even though she continually pushed him, perhaps it was time for him to connect with that side of himself she longed for.

Thoughts of her spun in his weary head as he woke up. He was wrapped up in fresh sheets, the salty sweet stench of their fluids was nearly absent, most of it coming from a slick puddle leaking from his flaccid member beneath the hydrophobic linens. While the large stretch of bed beside him was still faintly warm, Chelsea was nowhere to be seen.

Sitting up, Robin took in the half lit room. There were still some crusty patches in the corners of the ceiling, but the room’s drains and sealed hardwood floors were spotless. The closets’ doors were closed. The monitor stand, chair, and his notation tablet were all missing. He could smell citrus and hear the muted thumping of their washer and dryer.

The bedroom door was open, letting a stream of lamp light into the room. Chelsea walked past the door carrying a laundry basket underneath her titanic tits. Her massive body dominated the opening for a moment, her slapping steps loud against the wood. Her hair was wet, bangs dripping against her forehead. Her face was joyous, like a warm sunbeam. Though, when she stepped past the door, Robin’s eyes were drawn to a huge shape pulling behind her.

Throwing off the covers, Robin jumped out of bed, running into the hall. Chelsea had entered the living room and set the basket on the couch. From here, he could see the kitchen windows, it was dark outside. He barely registered the fact, he only had attention for her. His girlfriend had bent to grab one of his shirts. Her twin torpedoes had returned to their hiding places, buried deep in her massive breasts. Her incredible cock hung fat and flaccid between her legs.  Hearing his footsteps, Chelsea turned her neck. Her dark hair flicked droplets onto the floor.

“Hey sleepy! I was gonna wake you, but you seemed drained.” Her heavy nose ring twinkled above her clean lips, her smile nearly melted him.

“How are you?” He tried to keep his voice steady as his eyes betrayed what he was really asking about.

Without bothering to follow his glance, she rolled her eyes. “Feel ‘em up if you want to, mister. You can give me a full physical once I’m done here. Your welcome, by the way, for cleaning you up.”

Robin walked behind her, giving a preoccupied, “Oh yeah, thanks…” before dropping to one knee over her balls. 

Her six balls. Six watermelon organs, lying on the ground, held snugly in a gargantuan sack that trailed her. No small wonder they dragged a bit as she walked. Her nuts had grown, multiplied, and sunk to the floor in spectacular fashion. Before, her basketball sized testes had swung to her ankles and been covered in finger thick veins and sparse peach fuzz. Now all those details were blown out of the water.

Each testicle was well over a foot long and just shy of a foot in diameter. Hefting one, Robin estimated each likely weighed approximately fifteen pounds. Laying it down, he noticed they naturally migrated into two vertical triangles. A few of the veins criss crossing her ballsack were as think as his wrist, though most were still only as wide as a thumb. The entire bottom surface of her package was covered in strawberry blonde peach fuzz, a thick rabbit trail swooping up the front to cock to merge with a new sparse bush he glimpsed beneath her fupa. In back, Robin followed the strip up to it connection with a smattering of fur around her bulging vulva. That was when he noticed her clit. 

“Oh my god Chels!” His startled tone held a hint of renewed lust as he gazed at her expanded implement.

Her clitoris had already astounded him when it reached two feet long, and tapering to arm thickness at the tip. Now it stretched three full feet. A huge meaty hood hung over it, covering a third of its length to swoop back into her, a stretch of inner labia trailing its underbelly. It barely tapered at all now, its girth only shrinking in the last foot crested with her feminine oblong softball glans.

Chelsea looked over her shoulder, “I know, right? Upgrades all round. You can go over it all in a minute, but help me fold this stuff first.”

**the bumps/papules mentioned are referred to as hirsuties coronae glandis for the curious

Robin had tossed aside his work apron, overalls, and coat. Yet, despite only wearing a tanktop and pair of custom boxers, he was still maintaining a work mentality, if only by a thread. He had been keeping up a steady string of questions for Chelsea. Was she lightheaded? no. Was she experiencing any pinching sensations? nope. Any loss of hearing? loud and clear. Did anything feel loose or disjointed? nah. Was she feeling particularly hot or flushed? a tad. 

All the while, he took notes. He had been jotting down everything for forty minutes, but there were no problematic signs. In fact, this was the smoothest any of her trials had gone in a long time. No significant hot flashes or increased skin tightness, lightheadedness or migraine. All in all his lover was mostly just bored. Laying in bed, her cute boyfriend beside her, trying to be simultaneously entertaining and professional, Chelsea had begun to eye the large package barely contained by those troublesome gray custom boxers. Still responding to his dwindling barrage of questions, she reached out with an idle hand and stroked the base of his hefty python through the fabric. Her fingers traced along the base of his cock, swirling across the swollen veins still tangible beneath the cotton. She plunged a hand in to the unbuttoned fly, grabbing and freeing the coiled monster.

With a start, Robin looked up from his sheet. “Uh… Chelsea? I-”

She interrupted him mid protest, “Yeah, yeah. Keep going, I just need something to distract me. Nothing wrong with wanting to play a bit in the meantime.”

Knowing his interference wouldn’t stop her, Robin shrugged. Clearing his throat, feeling his meat unfurling, Robin checked the readout. Pulse, blood pressure, and booster levels were all good. Her hormonal balance was a bit off, but nothing extraordinary out of the norm. And then he felt her tongue.

His girlfriend’s huge bulk had shifted to the edge of the bed and she’d been busy in the minute it had taken him to run the checks. Chelsea had fully unbuttoned his boxers, which now lay loosely around him on the chair and had thus freed his now nearing 6 foot penis completely from its restraints. His shaft, thicker than his biceps and covered in bulging pinky-thick blue veins, was being gently lapped at by his lover’s ravenous technique. Chelsea’s tongue flicked along his length, her midnight lipstick leaving small streaks on his skin. Her eyes were locked to his, a sensual smirk playing across her features. She pushed his chair further out from the bed, making room for his expanding length.

“Ok!” He threw up his hands, “But the monitor stays on for the next hour and you’re going to tell me exactly when anything changes.” He held a stern finger towards her. “No compromises.”

“You got it Birdy.” Chelsea teased, using her pet name for him. She only used it on special occasions. He guessed that she was really needy at this point. Her mouth grazing his now drooling tip. Looking at the bed beneath her, he saw a trickle of her fluids leaking down the sheets and pooling beside the bed frame.

“A-ah, ha, ah… A quicky, then, aah, you sit back again and we double check symptoms and staging.” 

Chelsea, mouth nearly fully closed over his dark, nearly fist-sized glans, bobbing her head in agreement. Her exquisite tongue darting into his loose, precum drooling urethra. Robin threw his head back, moaning with pleasure, hips bucking, balls trembling. She slowly reached forward, fingers barely closing around his girth. Robin’s package firmly in her control, she gave it a long loving look. Her hazel gaze ran the length of his meat, finally resting on the huge ridge of his glans bumping into her nose.

His penis, fully hard now, was a few inches longer than six feet. His urethra had become a moist drooling gape. A waft of warm salty masculinity washed across Chelsea as she bent to accommodate his meat. She had sat back in order to receive it, but its sheer length still left her at an odd angle. She could barely get her mouth around its girth (she’d never been able to gobble up more than a foot of it), but most of his glans fit semi-comfortably between her lips. His sack swung into her view and she longed to squeeze it. His balls were as big as grapefruits and covered in fine brown hair. Normally they hung between his knees, now they were swinging, pendulous and hypnotically, gently in front of his chair in time with her sucking. She pumped her hands, sitting up a bit. Robin spread his legs wider and gave an appreciative sound. She could now see his labia, squished against his sack and the cushioned chair. 

With renewed vigor, Chelsea pushed forward. Images of her previous fantasy mingled with her present task. Grunting, she bolted his meat down her throat, taking careful breaths through her nose. Robin whimpered slightly, he didn’t have much stamina when it came to blowjobs. Rotating slightly, massaging his length with her hands, she redoubled her efforts. A jerk along his length pushed at her jaws, stretching them to their limits. She had a full foot down her maw, but refused to stop there. 

As she slid further down his shaft, her body began to flush. Heat began to emanate from her neck down, from the tips of her nipples to her sagging sack to her bucking clit, her body was washed in a warm blanket of pins and needles, strange looseness, and an uncomfortable clenching. Her negligee was pushed apart, her carefully tied strings unknotting. She was familiar with growth spurts, sudden and hopelessly erotic, but this had been pushed to the back of her mind as she downed inch after inch of Robin’s manhood. 

Robin was lost to the sensations of the deepest deepthroat Chelsea had ever managed. He desperately held the base of his cock, hoping to keep back the tide for just a few more blissful moments.

Chelsea gagged at the two foot mark, coming to a halt. She slobbered and frothed, her throat clenching against the sheer girth. She developed a dark ring to mark her accomplishment. She grunted deeply, the vibration prompting a shot of precum from her man. Enjoying the wad hitting her stomach, she indulged in the sensations of her body. Her cock felt heavy as concrete and pulsed painfully underneath Robin’s chair. Her cooch, which was belching out fem jizz onto the floor, was loudly smacking against the edge of the bed. Her balls felt leaden, hot with production. Her breasts, nipples, and clit all felt warm and numb. In the farthest reaches of her mind, Chelsea recognized the telltale signs of sudden development, but her greedy blowjob took nearly all her attention from the thought.

Glancing up at her lover’s face, Chelsea saw Robin’s short heaving breaths. Beneath his tanktop, his c-cups were jostling with each gasp, nips hard enough to make tents out of the fabric. Even as she watched his perfectly shaped breasts bounce, Chelsea managed to catch Robin’s hoarse warning “Ah! Oh god, fuck. Babe… babe, I’m coming.”

And he did. She pulled back a bit as his cock spasmed, stopping at the head, and allowed her mouth to flood with his sizable load. Maybe a cup worth of spunk shot across her taste buds and pushed down her throat. It was highly viscous, like honey. His flavor was mostly a bland mix of salt and protein, with a pinch of nuttiness in the aftertaste. To Chelsea, it was divine. She dipped backwards, giving his one last urethra tongue punch before swallowing her prize with immense relish. In the afterglow she grew aware of just how wet she was. Her own member was stiff and dribbling, bumping against the underside of her bf’s chair. Her vagina was a waterfall and twitching eagerly. Robin’s own length had softened a bit and he was smiling at her. “Wow. That was amazing. You really pushed on that one. Chelsea, but deal’s a deal. Hop back on the… the…” His words drifted off as he looked her over. “Well the dose definitely took. Babe, get on the bed so we can better see what’s happening.”

She glanced down.

—

Chelsea shakily sat up from her position. She was a bit lightheaded after servicing her bf’s cock, but managed to get back into the center of the bed without help. Robin had stood up and was checking her over.

Her negligee opened up in the back, thrust apart and up across her upper chest. Chelsea undid the last tie around her neck and pulled it off, tossing it towards the hamper across the room. 

Her nipples, clear of obstruction was where they first noticed changes. Normally they were inverted, tucked away. Even when she was aroused, they rarely popped out by themselves without serious tugging or teasing. Now she had twin cherry towers of sensitive tissue fully erect and stiffer than ever. That afternoon her left nipple had seemed equivalent to a roll of paper towels, with roughly the same size and shape. But as the two lovers had come out of their oral euphoria, it became more and more obvious that the first booster dose had worked some magic.

Her breasts had changed. Her once barely sagging beach ball tits had gained several cup sizes, shifting to be more conical or banana shaped. Her areolas had puffed out even further, now protruding several inches from her tit flesh and covering the whole front half of her breasts. Her new tire-sized rosey caramel domes were tipped with nipples that dwarfed their previous size. Chelsea’s nips were now three feet long and as big around as twelve gallon buckets. They completed the shallow “u” shape of her boobs by pointing up and out, their soft flesh swaying with her smallest motions.

Tenderly, Chelsea reached for the base of one of her towering teats. First tugging at the ridge near the base of her nipple. She pulled at the bumpy edge, her titanic udder swaying with the motion, spitting a few drops of milk across Robin’s knees. Her fingers tried to wrap around its immense girth, but she would have had to have at least four more hands to ring it fully. As she probed her new nipple’s size, her hand sunk into the soft tissue, fresh creamy pearls beading through and dripping onto the floor.

Robin reached out to her other boob, cradling it’s heavy mass in one arm and kneading her huge nipple with his free hand. More milk rose to its pitted surface, which he lapped up. Chelsea let out a soft moan at his touch, echoing it as his mouth sucked at the tip of her newly christened engorged nipple. His suckling increased at her vocalization, his arm squeezing her tender titflesh and eliciting further squirts from her udder and gushing womanhood. Panting heavily, Chelsea gently moved Robin off her nipple, consequently pushing her enormous breasts aside. The lovers now had an open view of her expansive belly. 

Between her prodigious breasts, where once there had been a series of weighty indulgent rolls, now law an immense soft belly which sagged only slightly over her enormous waist and titanic hips. Her massive love handles and a ridiculously pear shaped figure filled out into a distended stack of three fat rolls. It was still barely held up and away from her crotch by a grotesquely protruding fupa that jut out above her package. Curious, Chelsea attempted to reach down to her midsection. Barely able to reach around her mass to grab at her belly button, her probing fingers poked under the rim of her soft blubbery navel. She tried her best to bend and reach farther in, but to no avail, only able to tease its inner rim. Before, it had been a favorite kink of hers to fist that crevice while jacking off or riding a huge dildo, even while getting pounded by Robin. Unfortunately, now she couldn’t plumb her midrift’s cavernous depths. Before she had been able to lean forward enough to push her rolls and bulges aside to suck her own member. Now, her fat had blossomed a bit more. While her belly hadn’t increase in size by a noticeable amount, her panniculus now bulged out as far as her stomach, and she could feel it pushing down on the base of her semi hard cock in the process. Its enlarged bump dwarfed the tiny patch of pubes on its underside.

Chelsea, half upset half awestruck, looked up at her boyfriend. “Fuck. Robin, how deep is it?”

He obliged both their curiosities by gently caressing her belly before he reached inside. His arm went further in and in. Chelsea felt him in her, a ticklish but highly sensual sensation. His progress halted just past his elbow. Swirling his fist around, he swabbed the inside of her navel. The sudden fullness of his movement sent electricity up Chelsea’s back, her semi flaccid cock shooting a wad of precum against the floor in response.

“Maybe twice as much as before?”

Grinning, Robin removed his hand and ducked below her line of sight, her bloated rack blocking his descent, but she felt a whisper of his breath on her belly. Then she felt a pair of gentle hands hefting her shaft, one straying farther down to brush her sack, which should have been hanging barely off the edge of the bed, now seemed much much lower. Chelsea sat back a tad and parted her peaks to see what lay below. Unfortunately, her expanded rolls prevented her from seeing anything more that Robin’s awestruck face and tantalizing cleavage partially blocked by her pillowy fupa and wispy pubic hair.

“Robin,” He started at her soft voice, glancing over her belly to catch her questioning look, “Can you fill me in?”

“Oh. Yeah. There’s a lot to say though…”

In a dumbstruck, slightly clinical, tone, he described everything. Often holding it up or stimulating it to bring it into view. 

Her balls really had descended, now hanging between her ankles, a hair breadth above the floor. But that was easy to understand considering they had almost doubled in size, swelling to above basketball proportions. Her sack was still riddled with light blue veins, but they had swollen as well, the thickest was as wide as Robin’s thumb. The surface of her sack had also changed. Her once flawlessly smooth ball sack now had a wide band of soft peach fuzz of blonde hair trailing down her wrinkling skin to sparsely cover the bottom of her nuts.

That, however, wasn’t the end of it. Not by half. 

Her dick had evolved. It had only been semi hard when he started his inspection, but Robin had caressed it awake and it bobbed into view. Its dimensions had more than slightly expanded. Her four footer had gained another six inches, its gallon paint can girth bulging with wider and darker veins. The glans had gained another few inches of diameter as well, now proudly mushrooming out 4 inches wider than her shaft. Ringing the rim of her reddish head were several dozen small nubs, each less than an inch long. But these barely showed through the thick foreskin that now bunched up over Chelsea’s glans, opening just enough at the tip for her dick’s gaping urethra to belch out a thick string of precum. Rivulets of pearly lubricant slid down her towering shaft. When Robin pushed her cock up into view, she gasped, her cock jerking up further with her lusty delight. Its base pushed against her massive belly and squished into her fupa. Still, even pushed down and angled away from her, her cock reached eye level.

Robin, while Chelsea was distracted with her newly expanded member, had begun to explore her further nether regions. He hefted her enormous balls onto the bed beside her, the flesh of her sack draped over her thigh. She reached out to touch her new testes, feeling the warm spheroids beneath the thick wrinkled bag. He pushed up slightly on her belly, allowing her penis to bob closer to her face. Greedily grabbing with both hands, she nabbed the hot dickmeat and loving stroked what little of its length she could reach. The head now dripped down from above her face, the ridge of her glans bumping into the crown of her head. No more self-sucking for her, but that hardly entered her mind. Robin had never been able to perform that maneuver, rather he managed oral by tugging at his own dickmeat and slobbering the shaft while rubbing to completion. She’d always enjoyed autofellatio, but now it was off the table. However, she was more preoccupied with probing her urethra and unwrapping her cockhead to look at all the bumps and sensitive knobs decorating its edge. She reached above her head and pushed a fist easily into her spitting urethra, her other hand tweaking each nubbin gently sending throbbing electric shocks down her length. Then Robin came up, breathless and grinning ear to ear, his head poking into her view from between her titanic tits and around her massive penis.

“That’s just the beginning!”  He said, giving her meat a friendly slap. “Let me walk you through the rest…”

Trying to focus on his voice, Chelsea idly toyed with her cock while listening to Robin detail her lower organs, occasionally snapping a photo to demonstrate. Apparently, she had retained a bit of her initial thigh gap, though much of it had filled in with her expanding bits.

Where once her undercarriage housed a huge puffy mass of labia, clit, and anus, now bloomed their elder sisters! Her labia majora now bulged out and hung down an unreal foot and a half from her pelvis, looking like a fleshy watermelon hoisted between her legs. Her minora split her meaty pussy like slices of the red fruit, swollen and juicy, dangling tantalizingly. Their thick wedges sandwiched loosely together around two newer shapes. The first was her fist sized pink cervix, bulbous and bright, prolapsed but none the worse for it. The second, further up, looked like a dense ruby tube, about the size of a soda can; her feminine urethra had bulged out and pushed out to match her cervix. A steady dribble of clear piss and stream of fem juices covered her vagina in sticky love. 

However, crowning the whole assembly was her clitoris. That morning it had been about as long as her forearm, around a foot and a half long and as thick as her wrist. Now her sensitive, erect buzzer stuck out two feet from her body and had burgeoned out to be as thick around as her cock at the base, tapering back to forearm thickness at the tip. Its huge diameter stretched out her hood and lips, its base jamming into her visibly distended prostate, pushing up the stretched fringe of her ballsack. Her expanded clit, bent down by her prostate and its own weight, trembled slightly, its tip jiggling in the space just past her knees.

Just barely visible between Chelsea’s enormous butt cheeks from Robin’s vantage was the familiar and inviting dark ring of her asshole. However, it too had grown. Now puffing out at least five inches from her body, looking for all the world like a dark caramel donut, its wrinkly glistening surface twitched, slick with the flood from her impatient pussy.

Robin’s semi erect penis, caught up against the bed frame, throbbed painfully with desire. His own pussy had long ago begun to drip with need. Entranced by her massive anus’ texture her slid his free hand against it. Immediately, Chelsea groaned, a wave of pleasure sweeping over her, leaving her whimpering with an empty feeling in her gut. That sound was all robin needed for confirmation. 

Pushing forwards with his wet hand, his arm was accepted eagerly into her cavernous backside. Warm, moist, and filled with pleasurable ridges and crannies, his hand probing her depths. His feet were now drenched is his own precum mixed with the pool of Chelsea’s juices. His balls tightened up slightly, a minor orgasm slapping against the bed. Chelsea too clenched up, her clit bobbing up. On the bed, her massive basketball testicles bunched up in a spasm, pulling up a bit on her giant thigh, her own dick surging in a miniature orgasm. A pint of her own seed, pearly and dense, shot in several thick ropes above her head, which smacked into the opposing wall. The concentrated minigasm splattered against the waterproofed surface, maintaining a vague hose-like shape as it slid down.

Robin, calming down a tad, licked his lips. Pulling his arm out, a waft of hot femininity hit him. Wiping his drenched hand against the sheets, he prepped for the main event. Pushing his chair and her monitor stand out of the way, Robin backed up.

“Chels, your ready?”

Her response was filled to the brim with pure carnal desire. “Fuck me.”

That was when what she’d done hit her like a ton of bricks. She hadn’t made it. She’d blown a wad. The shame flushed hot in Chelsea’s face as the huge load in her stomach shloshed around. How disappointed would Robin be? It had only been a small load… She gazed at her steaming clean body in the large mirror above the sink, her face a mask of regret. Wiping her feet off on a mat, toweling down, drying off entirely under the warm ceiling fan, all the while Chelsea tried to forget about her failure. Less than four hours to go, she would have made it if only she had gotten more cold packs and tried to chill out. Instead she foolishly got in the shower and had a wet daydream about her boyfriend. Wasn’t the first time she’d schilcked to a mental picture of him. Wouldn’t be the last. But today was special. He had asked her to keep it in check and she’d let loose. She hadn’t opened the floodgates, but it was enough to diminish her sensitivity and future loads a little. She hoped he’d forgive her and resolved to work extra hard to please him tonight. 

Her body began to calm down as she washed her face, reapplied with special care to add dense mascara and changing over to a near-black purple lipstick, and finally left the bathroom with a sigh. Everything from now on had to be perfect. She walked with a bit of care into their bedroom. Their quarters were spacious, a custom bed taking up the majority of the main room. It was built for their brand of body and lovemaking. Sturdy, fluid resistant, and big enough for them to wallow in. She’d put new cream colored sheets on the minute Robin had left for work, and tossed a new set of custom pillows she’d ordered at the head of the bed. Two double door walk in closets were across from the bed. 

She headed for the closer one, nearly tripping on an overturned hamper. She loved Robin, but it was irritating how he left messes about. It was hazardous because she couldn’t see past her immense chest to the floor. Even with her body calmed down as it was now, it was a struggle. She sighed and bent down to right the basket. Her crack spread for a moment and more obvious now was that her prodigious asshole was actually occupied. Her pumped donut fairly accurately matched the food comparison. It protruded a few inches from her, wrinkled and puckered, but pushed just slightly open with her motion. A sky blue toy peeked out for a moment before being sucked back into her depths again. The sensation of it jostling in her rear distracted Chelsea for a moment.

She had trained her backdoor to take Robin, no matter how huge he got, early in their relationship. Then he had finished growing, but she kept going. Now her ass could swallow his whole cock with not much grunting or intense effort. He still filled her up to the brim, punching a huge shape out in her belly, a thrusting bulge stretching her to her limits, but it was ecstasy. Well worth the hours of anal training and oversized butt plugs rammed up there constantly. The one in her now was a toy designed to expand her depth, 7 feet of coiling blue silicone pressing on her inner walls. Robin would take up all the space she could make for him, his rod was gigantic.

A short burst of juices welled up and trickled down her shaft before she had a mind to refocus. She smacked her forehead lightly and willed herself to calm down. Stepping into her closet she quickly picked out a hefty but attractive black plunge brassiere, pulling over it a dazzling piece of lingerie. It was a semi-transparent, deep purple camisole with a sparkling shifting hue around the generous neck. It barely even reached her midriff, but it was her favorite piece of negligee. Feeling a bit more confident and in control, she put her hair back together, penciling on a little more liner and layering on more eyeshadow. He loved her smokey near-goth look.

She glanced at the clock. 4:39pm. All she had to do was sit and wait for another hour and a half. He’d be home soon. She could last that long. She went out to her study and grabbed her phone, shooting him a text about dinner. Of course she still had a belly half full of jizz, but dinner plans were in the works. She thought she’d heard him talking about takeout last night. Either way, they needed to fuel up for tonight. His response came a few moments later. He’d grab some dinner for them on the way back. She wanted to let him know face-to-face about her slip up, but now she had begun to fret. Maybe he’ll delay the trial as a punishment? Or change the Netflix password? What am I gonna do?

She paced slowly around the house, checking each room, cleaning a bit, making sure everything was perfectly organized and romantic. She had a candle on the kitchen table, arranging the new set of water-resistant pillows on the bed, and fretting the whole time. She almost bit a nail, but this urge reminded her to work on her nails. Hopping back to her closet vanity, she glanced at her appearance again. Choosing a glittery black bottle she delicately painted each finger, blowing them to dry faster. Between her legs she felt a single sticky droplet trailing down her agonizingly long length, tickling the underside of her giant clit and releasing a newfound swell of libido. She bit her tongue, not letting her focus slide, casting a critical eye across her glinting nails. Satisfied, she glanced at the clock again. 5:12. Really! She stamped a foot in frustration. Yeah, yeah… a watched pot never boils and all that, but still! 

She walked back to the bathroom. That anal reminder earlier had jogged her memory. Squatting in the center of the showers, she pushed gently. The cerulean snake coiled out of her inch by inch. The effort had swollen her puffy anus to nearly a foot long, the donut looking more and more like a tricycle tire. The dildo only had a six inch circumference, but it’s sheer length made it an ideal “neutral” training tool for Chelsea. She was bent over, gargantuan ass shaking slightly with the effort of pushing the toy out. She grunted once as the bulbous head passed her sphincter, the end slapping down onto the tiles. She straightened and went over to towel rack. Her forehead and shoulders were moist with a few beads of sweat. She carefully dabbed at herself, returning to her sink for some perfume. 

She had a few bottles lining a small shelf. Her hand strayed across them, landing on “Midnight Passion Fruit” after a few minutes of consideration. She spritzed a cloud to the side and walked through, wiping the nozzle tip with a finger and running that around her neckline. She put the scent back while musing. Her pensive reflection made her laugh a little. Choosing to try and cheer up, she puckered her lips and did her last bit of preening. Attending to her hair and changing out her piercings for their ebony equivalents, she was embracing the gothic vibe a bit more. Looking in the mirror, examining herself from every angle and doing little poses, she decided her efforts had made a palpable improvement.

She determined to not disappoint her lover tonight.

With that resolution hanging in her head, she heard the house door unlock and Robin’s cheerful voice call out. “Hey honey! I swung by the place on 45th. I hope Tai is ok.”