Hello all! This story won a poll my readers voted on. Probably my most fetish heavy story yet!
Fetishes include: hyper cock and balls, cum inflation, cock growth, breast expansion, muscle growth, ass expansion, gangbang, futa on female, male on futa, male on female, excessive cum etc.
As always, comments and feedback are always appreciated 🙂
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“Oh God I can’t stop cumming!”
Grace rolled her eyes, her deep red irises nearly sliding completely under her heavy lids. His orgasm could barely be considered average! Still, she bobbed her head up and down rapidly, her long tongue snaking down his member and wiggling against his raised testicles. A strand of pure white hair fell over one of her eyes, draping over the side of her face. Her plush, black lips were clamped as tightly around the bucking cock as they could, draining it of as much cum as he could muster.
It only took the man a measly five shots, not enough to even be considered a snack, before his balls emptied. Grace continued to suck him even after he had run dry, doing her best to take him for everything he had. His meager load warmed her stomach, if only slightly, his essence invigorating her being. A hum rang out from deep in her chest as she absorbed his sperm. Finally after she felt like she had milked him for all his worth, she pulled back, releasing his enlarged phallus.
“Well honey,” she looked up at him, her tongue snaking out of her mouth and sliding against her plump cock pillows, “how about we mo-”
Her eyes widened as the large man in front of her began to teeter back and forth. Mouth agape and only the whites of his eyes showing, his head bumped into the dirty brick wall behind him with a loud thud before he collapsed forward. Black wings fluttering, Grace scurried to the side, her heel-clad feet clattering against the pavement. The man dropped like a felled tree, arms almost completely stiff at his sides, and slammed into the sidewalk. Grace shook her head as she stood up.
“One little orgasm? That’s it?” she asked to no one, apparently, her scorn-filled words drifting through the cold night air. She wiped at her bare, pink-skinned legs, her purple nails brushing away any grime that might have coated her skin. Her long tail flicked furiously back and forth, the pointed tip scraping roughly against the concrete causing sparks to erupt with every swipe. Grace took a moment to adjust her bra, black like the rest of her outfit, and one of the few articles of clothing she was actually wearing; her enormous breasts jiggled in the supportive garment, the same pink as the rest of her skin.
“And you’re still alive…” she stared down at the unconscious man, his body moving in time with his breaths, “worthless!”
She punctuated her insult with a sharp kick to the man’s side. Still no response. Shaking her head again, she lifted her leg, and adjusted the strap on her heel, black of course, before stomping it back down onto the ground. Without another glance, she turned around and began to walk aimlessly – she had nowhere to be after all. She just had one goal: to drain enough humans to sustain her existence in the other realm again. She wanted enough for at least for another hundred years – well, a hundred years by human’s conception of time anyway.
Strutting down the sidewalk, her eyes roamed over the many dilapidated buildings and pot-hole littered streets. Old and broken cars covered the area, and every house had metal bars fitted over the windows and doors. Rhythmic, bass-heavy music seemed to blast from all around her, providing a danceable soundtrack to the urban backdrop. Humans wearing tattered rags and sleeping on cardboard boxes filled the alleys, and the ones who were dressed in much nicer clothing sat on apartment steps and hung out on corners; it was these people who leered at her and made suggestive comments.
This place was a lot nicer last time she was here!
Walking by a group of men in heavy coats, she ignored another loud sexual invitation – if she had smelled even the slightest hint of potency from the male, she might’ve taken him on it! One hand running through her white hair, she carefully avoided poking herself with her own small black horns as she attempted to maintain her appearance against the cold blowing winds. She wasn’t bothered by the chilly climate at all, despite her general lack of clothing; her body naturally radiated an intense heat, like she was a walking furnace.
Turning another corner, she sniffed at the air, her small pointed nose twitching rapidly. Small whiffs of human virility touched her senses here and there, but none of it was enough to truly capture her interest. Her eyes shifted around as well, searching, hunting for any place that might give her what she desired, and her small wings fluttered in annoyance. Hell, even a group of subpar men would be better than nothing right now!
“This used to be so easy…” she muttered, her voice coming out in a husky growl. Last time she was on Earth, she’d already had more than half the essence she needed by this time! What had happened to mankind!? Her mind wandered, wondering how long she would have to spend here; anymore than a day and she might go crazy. She was lost in her thoughts, now considering spending some of her energy to teleport to another city, as she turned another corner. If she could just drain a few mo-
Unholy fuck what is that!?
Grace stopped in her tracks, her nostrils flaring. Her long tongue drooped out of her mouth, falling down her chin and slapping against her neck. An glowing warmth traveled through her body, causing her nipples to harden and poke through her black bra, the small nubs nearly ripping through the material. The black thong that clung tightly to her wide hips, the back of it lost between her fat cheeks, was instantly soaked in the front; her cunt engorged and gushed, almost like she was having a hands-free orgasm. Her entire body was on fire like it had never been before.
To say what she was smelling, what she was sensing, was intense was… was an understatement, to put it mildly. She had been in hundred person orgies, been fucked nonstop for days, and had been covered in enough semen to paint her entire body before, and none of those experiences compared to this. Not even close. What she was feeling had to be the pinnacle of human virility, an unmatched potency that she had never even dreamed of! And it was here. And it was close. And she had to find it!
Her heels clicked loudly as she sprinted towards the source of this mortal ambrosia. Entire body jiggling obscenely as she ran, she had to physically hold her breasts down as they threatened to slap her in the face, each bouncing globe large enough to cover her face and then some. Her ass, which was no-less huge, clapped together as she ran, giving her a kind of perverse applause as she moved. Frantically her head spun around, her nostrils practically permanently enlarged as she attempted to find her Holy Grail of cum.
Drool was actively dripping from the corner of her fat black lips, running in a steady stream down her chin. Several large droplets fell onto her heaving chest, literally steaming as they disintegrated against her burning hot skin. And her lips weren’t the only parts of her leaking! Her eyes were watering, nearly blurring her vision as she attempted to navigate the concrete jungle. Her lower lips were also gushing at an alarming rate, and Grace felt like she was pissing herself with arousal, the clear liquid forming multiple rivulets down her legs; if she was standing still, there would no doubt be a puddle at her feet.
With every new passing street and corner turned, the scent got stronger. She was panting from lust at this point, beads of sweat forming on her brow. Who the fuck was this!? She could fuck fifty guys and not feel like this – she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt like this! Right as she rounded another nameless, run down apartment building, it hit her. It hit her stronger than it had before, a lot stronger. Grace actually stumbled for a moment, nearly tripping over her own feet as she fought to catch herself; it was like she slammed into a brick wall of sexual musk. Eyes flying open, she locked onto her prey.
There… she was!?
What?
Grace wiped at her face with a shaky hand, making sure her eyes weren’t being blurred by tears or sweat. No, that was definitely a woman. Even with the human’s interesting choice of attire, it was still clear she was a female. Despite the numerous piercings and the hint of a tattoo that crept up the side of her face from her neck, the human letter ‘A’ contained in a circle, her features were clearly feminine. Small eyes and nose, high cheekbones, and pleasantly pink lips all indicated that she was most definitely not a man. Even her hair, which was dyed green, shaved on one side, and parted over the side of her head, still had the natural luster that so many women possessed.
Her clothes couldn’t cover it up either. The denim sleeveless vest she wore, covered in numerous patches, couldn’t hide the clear swell of breasts that pressed against her black shirt, emblazoned with some logo or another. Her muscled arms showed off her deeply tanned complexion that was mostly covered by a mix of beautifully intricate art work, along with numerous tattoos that looked more akin to drunken doodles. Jeans hugged her lower half tightly, ripped in numerous places with several metal chains hanging from the belt loops, and showed off her pronounced hips, along with legs that looked as strong as her arms, if not more so. There was something else in those jeans, however, that truly captured Grace’s attention.
A big fucking cock!
It was the only thing it could be. Creating an enormous swell in her jeans, it snaked down the side of one of her legs and over one of her bulging thighs. And then it went lower. The lump didn’t end till practically her knee, the bell-shaped protuberance confirming the true nature of the beast hidden in her pants. Fuck, it was like she had another arm shoved into her pants! Of course, the two melon-like outlines tearing through the crotch of her jeans is what truly captured Grace’s attention.
If they were what she thought they were – no, if they were what she knew they were, Grace had hit the jackpot. She had no doubt those testicles, bigger than she’d ever seen even on animals, were filled to the absolute brim with potent seed. Fuck, if she could drain this mysterious woman, who seemed to put any lover she had in the past to shame by a mile, she wouldn’t have to return to this realm for thousands of years! She could literally smell the cum brewing inside of them, thanks to her supernatural senses, drawing her in like a woman possessed. Her wings automatically fluttered in excitement.
Having been stopped by the overwhelming, virile power this sexual creature emanated, Grace took a minute to compose herself. She couldn’t fuck this up! Wiping the spit from her face and neck, she also took a minute to brush away all the sweat that accumulated on her brow. She adjusted her bra, hints of her deep red areolas having slipped out in her hurried state. She gave her thong the same treatment, and with some embarrassment, patted the inside of her thighs, trying to make the sheen her own juices had left on her skin a little less obvious. Content with how she looked once more, she put her hands on her hips and strode over to the woman, her hips swaying in an exaggerated manner and her lithe tail swishing back and forth rapidly.
Luckily her human prey had stopped moving and was currently leaning against the brick wall of a building; thin strings of grey floated from a long cigarette in her hand, masking her face. Grace’s eyes zeroed-in on the phone the woman was currently fiddling with; perfect, she would be able to get the jump on her. Her high-heeled shoes still tapped against the concrete as she moved, but it seemed the sound drew no notice. It took Grace all her willpower to not pounce on the punk, but she managed to keep her composure as she parked herself right next to her.
“Hey sexy,” Grace breathed heavily, “all alone tonight?”
The woman looked up from her phone, an eyebrow raising as she took in the succubus’s form.
“Not interested.” she dismissed, looking back down at the device in her hand, “I don’t pay for sex, so beat it.”
Grace was taken back. She had never been disregarded so quickly! Was she losing her touch?
“Oh honey,” she moved closer, “you wouldn’t have to pay for anything!”
“Yeah that’s what they all say,” the woman scratched her nose, her finger rubbing a thin metal hoop sticking out of her nostril, “and then all of a sudden you’re asking for money and there’s a couple big dudes at my door to help you collect.”
Grace was getting frustrated – she’d have to be more forward.
“You have it all wrong…” she moved closer, grabbing the woman’s well-defined forearm as she flicked away her cigarette, catching her before she could turn away. The punk looked back in annoyance, her forest green hair flicking in front of her brown eyes for a moment. Before she could tell the hooker off, her lips were covered by the shorter, busty woman’s own larger pair. As a long tongue, a very long tongue, snaked into her mouth, soft fingers wrapped around her concealed junk, grabbing a firm handful of her trouser snake. Her eyes widened in surprise, before leering at this very persistent prostitute.
“This,” Grace pulled back, squeezing the denim-clad cock in her hand for emphasis, “is all I want.”
The punk looked down at her, licking her lips, her tongue sliding over the metal hoop sticking out of the side of her bottom lip as her brown eyes roamed over the woman’s body. She placed a tattooed finger against her ear, rubbing it over the numerous studs that dotted her ear. Walking around at this time of night in heels and underwear? She might as well have been naked! The futa’s eyes also noted several interesting things, like her choice of dark lipstick, her purple nails, red eyes, and her… horns? Was she one of those cosplayers or something?
“If you’re not a hooker,” the tattooed woman smirked, “then what are you? You just come from a costume party or something?”
Grace reluctantly tore her eyes from the prize currently in her grasp, and gave a sultry smile back up at the taller woman.
“Yeah… a costume party. But it was so dull! Now I’m looking for some real fun.”
The succubus once more squeezed the woman’s massive bulge, so there was no mistaking exactly what she meant. The punk closed her eyes, her pierced eyebrows furrowing, causing several silver metal hoops poking from the skin to clink together. With a deep breath, she looked back down, reached out, and wrapped a strong arm around the buxom slut’s shoulder, pulling her in close. The punk noted with some confusion, that the fake wings touching her skin felt oddly warm.
“Alright, you want some fun? We can go to my place, it’s close by.”
“Sounds good to me baby,” Grace purred, putting a hand against the punk’s solid chest, “and what should I call you?”
“Name’s Luisa,” she began to march them down the street, her heavy boots thudding against the ground, “but my friends call me Lou. Doesn’t matter which you call me.”
“Mmm Luisa, I like it. Well you can call me Grace.”
“Cute.” Lou smirked, “especially considering your costume.”
Grace only smiled knowingly in response. The pair continued on through the night, Luisa leading the way. The rest of the walk was filled with silence between the pair, only the urban cacophony littering the air around them. Once more, the succubus had to restrain herself. She kept her hands off the object of her deepest desire, instead busying herself by roaming her soft digits over the futa’s rock-hard body; if it was up to Grace, she would pull Luisa into the nearest alley and fuck her brains out right now!
Luckily for her the walk was a short one. It was very lucky for her – she could feel her cunt leaking once more and her nipples try to tear through their fabric prison. The entire stroll she had to resist the urge to constantly, and no doubt audibly sniff the air; as close as she was, the smell of the punk’s virility was mouth watering. But she was well-disciplined, a multitude of lifetimes of experience preparing her for nearly anything… even if what she was facing now was unprecedented.
“We’re here.” Luisa spoke simply, her voice deep and a bit raspy. She nodded towards a run down house – well, calling it a house would’ve been kind; it was more like a glorified shack. Set between a row of similarly grimy and shoddily-constructed abodes, it was unassuming despite its unfortunate appearance. Like many of the residences around this part of the city, there were bars on the windows and doors, and the front lawn was seemingly non-existent. Grace raised an eyebrow as they approached the front door, a dirty, well-trampled welcome mat that just read ‘Fuck You’ greeting the pair.
Pulling on one of the chains attached to her jeans, Lou produced a set of keys and went to work undoing the numerous locks. As soon as she was finished, the futa raised a boot clad-foot, and with a thrust of her leg, kicked the front door open; Grace had to bite her lip to resist making an unnecessary comment. Pressing a strong hand against the succubus’s back, Luisa pushed her into the house, following closely behind and closing the door behind her.
“Welcome to paradise!”
Trying to stifle a grimace at the punk’s ironic statement, Grace let her eyes roam over the room she’d no doubt be spending the better part of the night in. The floor was covered by a grime encrusted carpet that was barely visible under the piles of bottles and trash that filled the room. A cracked wooden table sat in the corner, covered by what Grace could only assume was drug paraphernalia along with empty water bottles, and what looked like books covered by naked women. Numerous burn holes marked a dirty looking couch against the far side of the room, and the parts of the walls that weren’t covered by posters and flyers were as stained as everything else in the room.
This place wasn’t paradise, it was a fucking den of depravity!
And a den of depravity was exactly where Grace wanted to be. While she may have preferred her lodgings to be a bit nicer, she was no stranger to fucking in less-than-sterile environments. Besides, that fucking musk that wafted from Lou’s body was even more concentrated here. It was like someone had bottled her smell and was pouring it directly down her nose. Grace had to grit her teeth just to not let her tongue flop out again, and the futa’s bulging bicep on her back didn’t help the matter either!
Her musk-induced reverie was broken as Luisa pushed her farther into the room. It quickly became clear that she was being led to the couch, no doubt where the punk was going to spend the night ravishing her. Regaining her senses, Grace did her best to strut sexily in front of her prey, making sure her ass shook back and forth in time with her hips. She forced her tail to swing back and forth as well, making sure that any eyes behind her would be concentrated on her prominent backside. She could hear a pair of soft thuds behind her, and she guessed it was the punk removing her heavy combat boots. Before Grace could take a seat on the crumpled couch cushions, Luisa moved ahead of her and plopped herself down right in the middle of it.
“Well,” Luisa smiled, spreading her legs wide, putting her massive bulging genitals on full display, “here’s the ‘fun’ you’ve been waiting for!”
Grace’s eyes widened at the obscene exhibition, her tongue actually lolling out of her mouth; there was no hope trying to stop her bodily urges. Without a word, she fell to her knees between the futa’s outstretched legs, her enormous breasts bouncing into her chin as she hit the ground. Moaning, she ran her hands over Lou’s jean-clad legs, tracing her long purple nails over the outline of that huge fucking cock. She took a minute to palm her equally huge hidden sack, moaning even louder now that it was in her grasps. It was like she could feel all the cum brewing inside of them, even through the thick denim that separated her from her goal!
Hands shaking, she fumbled with the button and zipper on Lou’s jeans, having to move around the numerous chains that decorated it’s front. It felt like her fingers were made of rubber as she tried to get a good hold on the flimsy clasp. Finally the metal button unsnapped, and without her even having to touch it, the zipper flew down the front of her pants. With a gulp, Grace grabbed the waistband and began to pull down, quickly noticing that the futa wasn’t wearing any underwear. Luisa helped her by lifting her butt, and the succubus slid the pants off of her surprisingly art-free legs with one fluid motion, letting them fall in a pile at the futa’s feet.
Oh fuck.
The thing that hit Grace first was the smell. Stronger than when she first sensed Luisa, stronger than when she finally found her, and stronger than when she walked into the house for the first time. She felt like she could practically see the potency waft off her genitals – she didn’t know if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not, but she swore that actual tendrils of musk steamed off the futa’s crotch. Her eyes watered immediately, and a large dollop of saliva dripped off her hanging-loose tongue, splattering onto the floor below her. A large dollop of something else poured from between her legs at the same time.
As her vision blurred from sexual intoxication, she did her best to focus on what was in front of her. Her eyes fell onto another tattoo of the futa’s, a human Danger Sign inked right above the base of her dick that read ‘Caution: Choking Hazard’ in bold letters. It was something that would’ve made Grace roll her eyes in any other situation, but at the present she could barely focus enough to comprehend what she was seeing. Surrounding the tattoo was a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, dyed the same green as the hair on Lou’s head.
Below her decorated groin was it, the object Grace craved more than anything she ever had in her long life. The root of it was so fucking thick, about as wide as her ankle it looked like to the cum-drunk succubus. As tanned as the rest of the futa’s body, it hung heavily between her legs, flopping over the edge of the couch. Her colossal cock was ribbed by numerous pencil-thick veins, pulsing red and blue monstrosities that stuck out angrily from under the skin of her shaft. Grace’s head dipped as she followed it downward, a small gasp escaping her lips as the head, deep purple and as big as her own fist, hovered only inches above the messed carpet.
How could anything be so fucking massive!? This anaconda that the futa called a cock looked longer than one of Grace’s admittedly-lithe arms! Longer, and thicker than her wrist at the very least – it was probably as wide as one of her pink forearms. The skin on her log of fuckmeat looked tough and stretched, like there was only enough skin to just cover her throbbing length. It swayed under its own weight, and its proximity to the ground really hammered home that three-legged look Luisa presented.
Looking back up, her eyes zeroed in on what she was truly after. Denting the couch cushions like a pair of fleshy bowling balls were the futa’s massive cum factories. They rested right on the edge of the couch, moments away from tipping over it if Lou made even the slightest movements. Like two giant melons contained in a hairless sack, they shifted against each other, almost like they were beckoning Grace to plant her face between them and worship them for all she was worth. Luisa’s sack looked stretched taut, like it was a regular struggle for it to contain those two amazing containers of virility.
It was the most delicious thing Grace had ever seen.
Her eyes studied it like it was the last thing she’d ever see, like if she didn’t immortalize it in her mind it might be lost forever. She constantly traced it and retraced it in her mind, taking in every last inch and detail. The large bubble of precum already forming at the tip. The slight rumbling that seemed to growl loudly from within her spacious sack. The way it bobbed with every beat of the punk’s heart. All of these things she burned into her brain as she stared in silent awe; most of all though, she contemplated the unreal thought that it still looked flaccid.
“Oh man!” Lou exclaimed loudly as she threw her head back, “feels good to unleash the beast after a long day!”
The futa looked back down at the succubus with a cocky smirk.
“You just gonna stare at it all night or are you gonna put those fat fucking lips to work?”
Luisa punctuated her words by grabbing the base of her meaty member in one of her strong hands and lifting it up towards Grace’s awe-stricken face. The succubus briefly noticed that the punk had the word ‘Lost’ tattooed across her knuckles, before that massive mushroom-shaped glans took up the entirety of her line of sight. The heavy drip of precum that had hung from her urethra flew off, and landed right on Grace’s cheek. The succubus inhaled heavily; just that one drop smelled more powerfully than any load of cum she had ever felt before!
Like she was being hypnotized, she followed the sway of that massive cockhead with sharp attentiveness. Her hands were balled in her laps, and almost without realizing it, Grace had pushed her titanic tits together, a mile of cleavage forming beneath her chin. Her tongue, which she had never retracted back into her mouth since she first fell to her knees in reverence, continued to slap wetly against her neck, the tip of it poking against the upper crests of her breasts. Growing impatient, Lou thrust her hand held-cock outward and smushed it against Grace’s plump lips.
“Come on slut, open up!” the punk growled, rubbing her cockhead against the succubus’s lips like she was applying a thick tube of creamy lipstick, “I thought this is what you wanted!”
Her words seemed to snap Grace out of her stunned state. Gulping, she opened her mouth, finally retreated her tongue, and slowly pushed her head forward. The thick flesh of Lou’s glans pressed between her lips and she was immediately taken back by just how hot her cock was! Grace’s body naturally maintained an incredibly high temperature, but this dick was hotter than any she had ever felt before. It was practically steaming! She didn’t have long to contemplate this fact before she realized she needed to open up her mouth much wider to get even half of the tip in!
Grace stretched her plump black pillows as wide as she could, the ridge of Lou’s giant glans barely fitting between them. Even though it was only her head, it was still big enough to warp the succubus’s face into a whorish visage, pulling her lips forward like a perverse sucker fish. The white-haired demon’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her face was contorted around the massive meat, precum spilling onto her flattened tongue. She tasted so fucking good!
Raising her still-shaking hands off of her lap, Grace wrapped them around the cock currently invading her body; with one on the base and one right below the head, her fist nearly pressing into her own lips. There was still over a foot of cock untouched between them! Her slim fingers didn’t come close to meeting around Luisa’s ginormous girth, several inches of pulsing cock flesh still sticking from between her grape-colored nails. She could feel the veins pound under palm, forcing more and more blood into the futa’s rising behemoth.
Now that the slut between her legs had finally taken some initiative, Luisa removed her own large hand from the middle of her trouser snake and placed it behind her head, her tattooed bicep bulging like a softball under her skin. She watched through heavily lidded eyes as the costumed woman below her began to bob up and down, slowly taking more of her beast into her mouth. A small moan slipped from the futa’s mouth as she felt the succubus’s long tongue begin to bat against her fat cumtube.
There was so much fucking cock in her mouth! Grace managed to refocus on the task in front of her, simultaneously dipping her head lower while her hands worked rapidly, fisting inch after seemingly unending inch, her own fists slamming into her lips. To the best of her ability, she used her slithering tongue to try and aid in the pleasuring, but it was hard to do much more than just slide it against the underside of Lou’s massive meat – not that Grace minded this. Every time a new batch of precum raced up the futa’s cock, each helping the size of most men’s full orgasms, she could feel the futa’s urethra bulge from the inhuman amount blasting up it.
Having had centuries of experience, Grace’s ministrations were quickly showing results. To her continued shock, she had been right: Lou was indeed flaccid. But that was swiftly changing. The thobs vibrating her genitalia were growing more intense, and each one seemed to act as a kind of physical indication of what was coming. Rivulets of spit ran down the ponderous pole, but just as much liquid was entering Grace’s mouth as was leaving it, and each new spurt of precum drew a renewed, muffled moan that rumbled deep from within the succubus’s core.
With each swallow, something she wasn’t having to do much of at this rate as Luisa’s cockhead knocked at the entrance of her throat, Grace could feel herself becoming more… complete. Her skin began to glow like she was pregnant, and she could feel the warmth from all the cum she was devouring flow through her body. While her arms didn’t change much, her biceps gaining a hint of more muscle as if her body knew she needed the extra strength to jerk this mighty member off, she could feel her legs thicken, both with fat and muscle, causing her body to take on an even more sexually extreme form. Her tits and ass weren’t far behind.
The cock in her mouth lurched, gaining another inch, and spurted its biggest load of seed yet down her throat. There it was, the turning point. Grace could feel her entire body practically vibrate, and knew she was reaching her apex. The first sign of this was an audible one rather than a visible indicator, a loud tearing sound piercing through the room. Her bra, which had already struggled to contain her massive mammaries, tore at the straps, the hooks that kept it together snapping apart. The entire garment flew forward, hitting the couch right below Luisa’s sagging balls.
Her now-free breasts bounced wildly, no longer restrained by the too-tight support. They bounced against Grace’s chin, the underside of the multitude of inches of cock still not engulfed in her mouth, and nearly slapped into her legs, her rock-hard nipples just grazing the top of her soft but now-slightly muscled thighs. Those deep red nipples, nearly the same color as her blood-dipped irises, stuck out nearly as thick and long as her own pinky fingers, pointing down towards the ground; despite the literally supernatural firmness of her huge tits, the weight of them when they reached their true size still meant they had some sag, and they hung like prize-winning pumpkins, laced with their own blue veins that contrasted nicely against her pink skin, from her thin chest.
While her growth down below was just as extreme, her skimpy thong still managed to keep its hold on her incredibly wide hips. Her ass bounded from her backside, covering her own dainty feet in her kneeling position, pressing against the cold material of her heels. It wobbled and shook with even the slightest movements from her head bobs, clapping together softly as her fat cheeks fought for dominance on top of her legs. Someone looking from the back would be hard pressed to see her thong at all, so completely swallowed by her enormous posterior it was. The base of her tail was nearly lost between the top of her ass cleavage, and swung back and forth rapidly in excitement. The front of the tiny garment was nearly translucent. Her cunt which had engorged even further, gushed like a broken faucet, her ridiculously hard clit pushing against the front of it like a mini penis.
This was it, her transformation. It was like her body had repurposed all the fat, all the skin and muscle she had, to mold her into the ultimate seductress. Her stomach shrunk and her waist tightened, but her hips widened. Her arms grew more lithe, but her thighs thickened. And her tits and ass… they just grew regardless! Exploding out from her body, there was almost as much flesh between her chest and backside as there was the rest of her body! To top it off, her lips fattened as well. In their already-stretched state, the top nearly covered her nostrils while the bottom nearly wrapped under her chin.
Her body, her true body, one that was only unleashed at her highest state of arousal and only when she had consumed enough cum to empower herself once more, jiggled obscenely in its entirety. Her growth had emboldened her, igniting a different kind of fire within her. Grace bobbed her head rapidly, Lou’s cock now firmly lodged into her throat, causing a visible outline of her glans from the outside of her neck. The futa’s constantly leaking beast was now pouring directly into her stomach, and it reached deeper and deeper inside of the succubus as she took more of it into herself and as it continued to grow.
And grow it did.
If her mouth hadn’t grown along with the rest of her, Grace was convinced her lips would have ripped from the encroaching girth. Not only had Lou’s cock lengthened considerably – considerably considering the size it had started at least, it had fattened up quite a bit as well. Grace’s fingers had been pushed even further apart and her tongue was pressed practically flat against the floor of her mouth, forcing it to coil around itself due to its snaking length. Even if the succubus wasn’t actively trying to devour as much cock as she could, it still would have pushed itself deeper into her body just from it’s continuous growth. The vast veins criss-crossing its length bloated in tandem; as the futa’s cock would expand, so would the angry arteries pushing what could only be pints of blood into its unreal length.
The one thing Grace wished she could change at the moment, the one thing that would make this situation perfect, would be if she could see Luisa’s titanic testicles as well. More than she could just actually hear them, the stewing cum contained in those gigantic grapefruits sloshing loudly, she could sense their unrivaled virility. It was like they were preparing to impregnate every woman in the world at once, and that alone was enough to cause a fresh spray of feminine juices that further drenched Grace’s thong. The scent wafting from them continued to grow stronger as well, and even the covering her bloated lips provided her nose couldn’t stop the smell from tunneling through her olfactory organs and drilling directly into her brain.
“Oh fuck yeah bitch, I’m real hard now. It’s time to-” Luisa stopped, a strangled gasp cutting off her words. She lifted her arms up, her fingers twisting into agony-induced claws. Writhing in her seat, she clawed at her shirt, raking her ragged nails against it like the flimsy article was strangling her to death . Her legs shook, her feet kicking off the floor. Grace looked up, the futa’s twisting body shaking her from her oral-induced orgasms, and her eyes widened. The succubus stopped moving, her whole body still, a single bead of sweat forming at her brow.
How could she forget!?
She had been so consumed, so obsessed with the biggest dick she had ever laid eyes on, that she had forgotten! Grace forgot about one of the most basic, central parts of her being: her bodily fluids caused her victims to grow. It was supposed to be for her benefit, for her pleasure, that dicks got a little bigger and balls produced more cum for her to consume, but now… now she didn’t know what was going to happen. What would happen when this affected someone who was already the pinnacle of human virility!?
She didn’t have to wonder for long.
Lou ripped her shirt open, shredding the stylized band name between her tattooed fingers. She let out a loud gasp as her breasts grew, the tan mounds ballooning from a normal, large-handful, to each one blowing up to the size of the futa’s head! Her brown nipples, pierced by silver barbels, grew slightly, poking out from her tits like large erasers. Her chest heaved as she continued to take unsteady breaths, and Grace watched in a mix of fear and amazement as her abs, which were already muscled and well-defined, noticeably hardened. A six-pack bulged from her stomach, stiff as steel. The crevices formed between each shelf-like ab looked deep enough to drink out of. Fuck, they looked solid enough to sharpen a sword on!
A growl escaped the futa’s lips as she clenched her fists in front of her inflated tits. Her arms thickened, veins popping out along their massively muscled length. Her forearms strained and bulged, the skin tightening and stretching taut. Her beefy biceps swelled in turn, and Lou let out a pained yell as it looked like soccer balls grew beneath her skin. The muscles on her shoulders popped up as well, nearly touching the sides of her chin, and her entire upper body looked like it was forced into a permanent flex. Her legs followed suit, her thighs widening to take nearly the rest of the space on the small couch, her body slightly lifting as more musculature was added to her ass. Grace could feel the futa’s calves press against the sides of her own expanded-thighs, pressing her body together as all the space around her was consumed by the futa’s powerful body.
Last, but certainly not least, the thing Grace was terrified of the most occurred. The cock in her mouth lurched, shooting the rest of the way down her throat. It was like someone was stretching the awesome appendage, dragging it down the depths of the succubus’s stomach. But the amount outside of her lips didn’t lessen either; on the contrary, along with the length shooting into her body, her head was also being pushed back as more inches were pressed out from Luisa’s hard crotch. It was like there were miles of cock outside of her body and inside of it at the same time, and the futa still wasn’t done.
Unlike someone stretching apart a piece of taffy, Luisa’s cock didn’t thin at all; in fact, the opposite happened and it thickened, like someone was blowing it up with a bicycle pump. Grace’s lips, which were already stretched to their limits, were pushed even further apart. She felt like her jaw was going to dislocate, and had it not been for her otherworldly nature, it probably would have. The buxom demon looked like a snake trying to swallow a goat, Luisa’s cock seemingly widening to the size of one of her muscular thighs. The veins that laced her length grew more pronounced as well, and Grace could feel them grind against her teeth and throat, too filled with unnatural amounts of blood to dent, even in the enclosed space.
“What’s happening to ME!?” Lou roared, her body still shaking, her fingers tearing holes in the worn couch cushions, “I’m, I’m CUMMING!”
This was something Grace already knew.
It was something Grace could already feel. The cock-choked succubus felt Lou’s urethra, which had swelled to the width of the biggest cock she’d ever sucked before, bulge absurdly against her tongue, throat, and stomach. It didn’t feel like cum was rocketing up the futa’s cock, it felt like a fist was slamming through it. Like a harbinger of what was about to happen to her, Luisa’s glans grew even more giant, pushing against the bottom of Grace’s stomach like it was trying to break through her body.
“FUCK!”
Luisa’s last mighty roar, a practically room-shaking bellow, signaled the beginning of her first blast; and calling it a blast didn’t do it justice. It was like someone shot a barrel of pudding through a cannon, it drove into Grace’s stomach so intensely. If she had had the ability to, she would’ve choked, but Luisa’s cock was too far deep in her stomach – something the succubus was almost grateful for.
Almost.
Saying her stomach inflated didn’t do it justice. It practically popped with how stuffed full of virile seed it was packed with all at once. Her midsection now looked the same as her mega-sized tits and ass, and it took only mere seconds for it to happen. It ballooned outward, resting over her thick thighs and tumbling onto the floor. Her multiple-head sized breasts bounced upward, slamming into her chin – and that’s where they stayed. Luisa continued to roar as gallon after gallon of burning hot, steaming semen shot into the slut’s body.
The succubus never feared for her life while she was on this mortal plane, but there was a first time for everything. She was packed full of more semen that she had ever taken in her numerous lifetimes of existence, and it wasn’t stopping! Her stomach continued to expand, and Grace quickly took on the appearance that she had swallowed several watermelons. Her body groaned in protest at the molten virility filling every inch of her insides, and any attempts to try and clear more space were completely blocked by the pendulous penis plugging her throat. Finally, just as her stomach began to completely cover her legs and the ground around her, Luisa’s first shot ended.
But that was only the beginning.
Lou stood up, lifting Grace’s head up as she moved. Her feet, tail, and now-enormous stomach dangled limply below her, her entire body slack as she was completely controlled by the monstrous monolith within her. Her eyes fluttered in her skull, rolling rapidly around as she half-stood helplessly. The end of a new gush of feminine honey from her engorged cunt, spraying through her thong and splattering against her sagging stomach, brought her back to reality. She looked up, past the colossal cock sticking from her maw, above the futa’s shredded stomach and newly enlarged breasts, to her grimacing face.
…had she gotten taller?
Stretching a shaking but still powerful arm forward, Luisa palmed Grace’s head like a basketball. The succubus’s vibrating, vibrating from the new salvo of semen flooding her insides, face was nearly completely covered by the futa’s rough fingers, and she found herself being pushed backwards. Corked as she was by the herculean hunk of girlcock, it was a slow and arduous task, but after a grunt and bicep flex from Lou, Grace was shoved off of the meaty member. Her body hit the ground with a wet thud.
Before the white-haired whore had a chance to register what was happening, something new, new for her, at least, occurred. As the cock exited her mouth, something else did too. Cum. Like an erupting volcano, Grace became a human-shaped geyser of futanari seed. A stream of cum flew from her plump lips, settling in the air for a moment like a fountain, before splashing down onto her face. Her pink skin was immediately hidden under the deluge of white, her lips getting their own coat of natural lipstick, and if her hair hadn’t already been, was colored white as well. Her black horns were painted white, twitching above her forehead as they disappeared under a mountain of thick seed. Just as her upheaval of glue-like sludge finished, a different gush of pearly seed impacted her form.
Unable to move, Grace did all she could do – lie still as she was covered by more of Lou’s unending cumshot. Even if she couldn’t see it, her face masked in the futa’s progeny, she knew the punk was now actively hosing her down. She could feel it splash against every part of her body, cascading down her warm skin and onto the carpet beneath her. Another new experience for her, her tits were covered instantly and by a single person, something that usually took at least 20 or more men. Her overly-voluptuous chest was pasted to her still-expanded stomach, as she was given a new outfit made of the futa’s thick seed.
She could feel the rest of her body get the same treatment. As enormous as her stomach had grown, easily bigger than her breasts, it was covered just as quickly as the rest of her. Her legs got drenched in quick succession, and Grace could feel her already sodden underwear ruined even further. Arms, feet, hands – even the sides of her chair-cracking ass that pressed out from the sides of her hips got their own personal layer. She could feel her wings paste to her back as the continuously expanding puddle of seed seeped under her body, her tail likewise glued to the side of one of her legs. The futa’s torrent seemed like it would never stop, and Grace lost track of time as she was bathed in the Lou’s seed.
But all good things must come to an end.
The succubus wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually Luisa’s orgasm did end. Grace lay in the pool of cum – the amount partially a result of her own natural abilities – breathing heavily. She hadn’t even been fucked yet and her entire body felt weak! Lifting an exhausted arm to her face, shaking it back and forth to try and get some of the sticky substance off of it first, she wiped at her eyes. As she tried to clear her face, she turned her head, throwing up another bucketful of cum onto the floor next to her. Her cum-filled ears picked up the sound of panting above her, and the succubus did her best to sit up, peeling herself from the ruined carpet.
Sitting up had an unintended consequence for the succubus. Simultaneously, the rest of the cum still covering her face slid down, and the cum clogging her digestive system came up. She coughed and inhaled through her nose at the same time, resulting in a snort of pure, virile seed rocketing up her nostrils. Grace moaned, her legs twitching as she inhaled a shot glass worth of unfiltered futa musk directly into her brain. Fuck, it was so strong. So good. So… heavenly.
Grace gasped as another orgasm rocked between her thighs, her head forced upward and her eyes shooting open at the sight before her.
She had already seen it, already felt it – hell she had been the cause of it, but Grace’s eyes still widened in shock at what she saw. Her eyes focused on the behemoth in front of her, casting a long shadow over her form and beyond. It was like someone had taken Luisa’s cock and pushed the scale of size on it in every way; hell, Grace guessed that she had been that someone to do it. Still, she was shocked. She had been shocked at the initial size of the insanely-endowed futa, shocked that she still managed to get hard, and shocked that her bodily fluids’ natural properties had such a pronounced effect.
There were multiple feet of cock towering above her face. It stretched out above her painted form so far that Grace had to crane her neck a bit just to see the end of it. The head was nearly half the size of her own head, and the massive purple glans pulsed angrily as dollops of cum the size of golfballs dripped from its gaping cumslit. Every vein, each of which were easily inches long and looked like gnarled roots of a tree, looked like they were trying to rip themselves from the skin of her shaft, which looked pulled even tighter than before. And there was good reason considering the futa’s own large hand, which was currently stroking her immense obelisk slowly, didn’t even come close to reach around its gigantic girth.
Grace’s eyes drifted lower, to the part of Lou she hadn’t been able to see – and she wasn’t disappointed. Luisa’s considerable cum factories had swelled along with every other part of her, and they had grown just as much. Her elephantine globes, which before looked like they’d fit in a busty woman’s bra, now nearly rivaled the size of Grace’s own expanded breasts. They hung incredibly low – there was no way they couldn’t. Those titanic, trembling testicles bounced against the top of the futa’s muscled calves, dangling right below her knees. Every beat of her heart sent the veins, which looked even bigger than the ones lacing her ridiculous rod, pounding, and now Grace knew she could hear those baby makers slosh as they brewed up more potent progeny.
“I don’t know what you did to me,” Luisa gasped, still trying to catch her breath as she glared down at the stunned succubus, “but now you’re gonna have to pay for it…”
Bending over, farther than she ever had to before, Luisa laced her fingers into the slut’s semen soaked locks. Grace looked at her, once again feeling a fear she never had before. As Lou gripped a firm handful of hair, she pulled the succubus forward, causing her to stumble onto her knees; her still-massive stomach bounced against her thighs, no longer full enough to sag to the floor. Grace closed her eyes as she was pulled forward, too weak from the facefucking she endured to try and resist.
“…by sucking my fucking balls!”
Luisa made true on her ‘threat’ and forced Grace’s face between her awesome orbs. Still slightly hunched over due to her newly gained height, Luisa smirked as she held her cum dump’s skull tight against her enormous sack. Gyrating her hips, she smushed the buxom woman into her genitals as hard as she could, feeling no pain in her balls despite the pressure she put on them. A low moan escaped her pierced lips as she felt the succubus’s tongue lap against her sweaty cum containers.
This ‘punishment’ was all Grace could’ve asked for and more. Finally she was allowed to touch the part of the futa she had been lusting over all night, and it was better than she could have ever imagined! Those medicine ball-sized orbs wrapped around her head, her face completely encased by the thick sack. It was just as hot as the futa’s cock, if not moreso. Grace could feel her cum-caked face grow even more soaked as Luisa used her head like a gym towel, wiping off the layer of warm perspiration that covered her testicles. She wasn’t sure how many times she had orgasmed already tonight – all without being fucked – but she was having another one as her nostrils flared, gulping down the futa’s fuming fuck musk like it was more vital for her existence then the air she breathed!
Her tongue unfurled from her mouth, slapping against the leathery bag surrounding her being. Cum also fell from her mouth as her long appendage was released, soaking into the futa’s sack, adding to the already divine flavor it possessed. Grace went to work bathing Luisa’s balls with her tongue, lapping and swirling it around as much of the endless skin as she could; it was of course too big for her suck and touch all at once – another first for the long lived succubus. Only the whites of her eyes showed as she worshipped at this temple of godly seed, her constant moans muffled within its steaming walls.
She had always been grateful her race was gifted with a naturally long tongue, but never more so than now. Not only was she able to lash it against the biggest balls she had ever been privileged with touching, but she was able to inhale as much of the thick flesh as she could at the same time. Grace could feel more cum drip onto her, splashing onto her back at a near constant rate as Luisa no doubt stroked her mighty member above her. To her delight she could hear moans coming from the massively muscular futa – there was nothing more that she wanted at this moment than to know she was pleasing the possessor of these gigantic globes.
To her dismay, she was suddenly pulled off of them and thrown back onto the floor. A needy whine was her only response to this unwanted detachment as she tried to crawl back to her addiction as quickly as she could. A bare foot, which Grace assumed had grown larger as well, pressed itself into her shoulder, forcing her onto her back once more. Before she could lift herself and figure out what was going on, that same foot pressed onto her bloated stomach, keeping her pinned to the ruined carpet.
“I think you need a bit of a draining first,” Luisa sneered, her calf muscles flaring out, her thigh hardening like chiseled granite, “before I give you the best fucking of your life!”
With these words Lou bore her weight down on her cum-filled footstool. The same as earlier, Grace’s mouth opened in a silent scream, hot semen blasting from her stomach into the air. The futa chuckled as the semen rained down on the supine succubus and her own flexed foot. She watched as the slut’s stomach shrank with every passing moment, the forceful flood from her lips continuing with no-less vigor. It took almost a full minute before Luisa was satisfied with her new cum dump’s state, draining her until she looked to be only in the beginning term of pregnancy.
“That’s better.” Lou looked at one of her beefy arms, barely paying attention to the woman below her. She curled her biceps, one after the other, admiring her newly acquired muscle mass. A look of satisfaction filled her face as the muscles bulged out, the veins popping from under her tattooed skin. She twisted her torso, still flexing, and craned her neck to look over her shoulders, her enlarged, mountainous delts causing her some difficulty. Still, she managed to peer at her back, her smile growing wider at the numerous hill-like swells of her new muscles, her skin-inked artwork popping out even more. She gave one last look at her tanned ass, which she noted looked solid enough to bounce an entire roll of quarters off at once, before turning back to Grace.
“Let’s try this new body out!”
Luisa sighed contentedly as she fell back onto the couch, the cushions caving under her weight, the beaten furniture groaning in protest at her size. She stretched her arms out, her wingspan having grown with her height, her hands almost touching both ends of the couch at once. She spared a quick glance at her destroyed shirt and vest that lay in shreds around her, shrugging at the ruined garments. Lou spread her legs and let out a small groan as her prodigious pumpkins slammed into the front of the couch, before sagging onto the soaked floor. She gave her cock a flex for good measure, looking on in amazement as the heavy head eclipsed her own, close to touching the wall behind her.
“So are you gonna hop on or what?”
Grace looked up, cum still leaking from the corner of one of her fat lips. She stared at the muscular mass of human being in front of her, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and licking at the cum running down her face. She took in Luisa’s muscled arms that rested so casually across the couch, looking more like chiseled marble than anything that should have belonged to a human, even in their rested state. Her vision drifted down, tracing over the titanic tree trunks the futa called thighs, each one practically as wide as her own waist. And of course, with laser-like precision like her eyes were trying to bore a hole into them, she lovingly studied the raging cum factories hanging between Lou’s outstretched feet.
Oh, and there was her torn bra floating in the ocean cum of next to them!
Tearing her eyes reluctantly away from grandiose globes piled on the floor, the place they were automatically drawn too, she looked up at the leviathan blocking her view of the futa’s torso. The monstrous monolith pointed ceiling-ward, waving back and forth under its own enormous weight. The arm-thick cum tube running against its undercarriage pulsed constantly, pushing more cum through its endless length to the double fist-sized head. That angry purple glans belched the excessive refuse at a steady rate, some of it running down the ridiculous rod, some of it spitting onto the floor below.
How was she supposed to ride something like that!?
Regardless of how she was supposed to manage it, Grace knew she would have to; she doubted the futa would be happy if she tried to refuse, and more importantly, Grace wanted to try and conquer this Everest of dick. Slowly getting up, her legs still shaking from all she’d been through, the succubus flashed a sly smile at her waiting prey – that’s right, she was still prey and the talented succubus could drain a human no matter what! Even if they were hung beyond belief… and potent enough to drown a person in their seed… and powerful enough to fuck a hole through a steel wall… Grace shook her head.
She would take the punk for all she had!
Steadying herself, she lifted her arms above her head, causing a downpour of leftover semen to fly from her body. With a low grunt, she unstuck her tail from her leg and let it swish back and forth, flinging more cum around. Looking directly into Lou’s brown eyes, Grace shimmied her body, swinging her hips back and forth as she rubbed her thighs together. Dropping her arms, she ran them over her stupendous tits, tweaking her large red nipples and pushing her breasts together, forming a deep pool of cleavage. Letting them go so they slapped against her flattened stomach with a resounding slap, she hooked her fingers into her ruined thong.
Spinning around, Grace bent over, her tits nearly hanging to the ground, and began to wag her hips back and forth. Wiggling her thong down her thick thighs, her ass clapping together as she shook, she slowly removed the soaked garment. As soon as it cleared the bottom of her thighs she let it drop, finally revealing her dripping cunt to her futa admirer. Darker than her light pink skin tone, it was almost the same deep red as her nipples. The lips were incredibly engorged, like two slices of melon ready to be tasted. Her own juices clung to her folds, creating a deep sheen of arousal. Poking out right above those leaking lips was her clit, several inches long, nearly giving the succubus the illusion of possessing her own penis.
“Ready for the best fuck of your life?” Grace turned around, hands on her hips and doing her best to sound confident.
“If you think you can handle it,” Luisa taunted back, “and I hope you can. You were the one who did this to me after all!”
Grace slinked forward, half focusing on the challenge waving in front of her, half focusing on not slipping in the pool of cum her heel-clad feet splashed through. Approaching the front of the couch, the succubus noted with an increased dripping from her nether regions, that she could feel the heat radiating off of Luisa’s bulbous baby makers, even from over half a foot away. With a sultry smile, she strategically placed one heel on the couch, maneuvering carefully around the futa’s enlarged form.
Watching with curiosity, Luisa spread her legs out even farther and pushed herself deeper into the couch until her head touched the dirty wall behind her. She couldn’t help but grip her cock with one of her tattooed hands, her fingers spreading far to try and encompass as much of her intimidating girth as she could. Grinning, Luisa’s eyebrows raised as she watched Grace attempt to climb onto the couch, her feet planted unsteadily against her legs; more than anything, Luisa was just fascinated by the fact that this… person, if she could be called that, was really gonna try and actually take her colossal cock. It was hard for her partners before her sudden growth, and she had gained at least another foot of cock, and that wasn’t even speaking of how much her dick had ballooned out either.
But if Grace was the cause of this transformation, then maybe she’d be able to handle her!
Placing a hand on each side of Luisa’s terrifying tower, her fingers pressing into the underside of the ridiculous ridge of her cockhead, Grace held it as still as she could. Lifting her hips, she attempted to mount the cock like a pommel horse. The succubus couldn’t help but moan as her protruding clit pressed into the futa’s pulsing urethra, each throb of cum sending shockwaves of pleasure into her cunt. As Grace tried to place her pussy over Luisa’s cockhead, she quickly ran into a problem she hadn’t expected to ever face: the cock she was trying to fuck was too big for her to ride! She found that she literally couldn’t stand tall enough, even with her heels on, to crest the peak of Lou’s pole.
“Need some help?”
Once again, Grace was unable to actually answer, and could only yelp as two strong hands palmed her bouncing behind. Her legs kicked instinctively as she was raised off of the couch, her feet thudding against Luisa’s powerful thighs; this caused Grace to wince a bit, as it felt more like she was kicking concrete than a human being. Regaining her composure, she kept her firm grip on the massive cock in front of her, even while airborne. The cum-caked woman looked down as Lou began to lower her; her eyes widened as the futa closed her legs slightly, flexed those torso-thick thighs, and set the succubus on top of her own body!
Her quads stuck out over half a foot from her legs!
“There, that should be high enough.”
True to the futa’s words, Grace was indeed high enough. Her cunt hovered only inches above the burning hot cockhead, leaking its clear juices onto its tough surface. Lowering herself slightly, noting with continued amazement that her heeled shoes didn’t make the slightest dent in Luisa’s legs, she pressed her pulsating lips against Lou’s glans. She pressed her pillowy thighs around the massive shaft, removing her hands and cupping her own tits. Grace took a deep breath, held it in, and right before she exhaled, she shoved herself down.
Oh Lords of the Other Realm!
Grace wasn’t sure how it fit. She hadn’t even been sure it would fit. Despite being aware of her natural blessings, all designed to cast her as the ultimate sexual being, she still didn’t think it could fit. Her body was stretchy, able to take abuse that would make any human woman faint, and it had been put to the test many times in her numerous carnal safaris. Still, nothing compared to this. Not even the night of debauchery she had had in Ancient Rome, when she arrived at the exact time a group of barbarians were pillaging the city, and the savage king and two of his generals took her in the same hole at the same time. Even that paled in experience to what she was dealing with now, but one thing was for certain.
It did fit.
She had no words to describe what she was feeling at that moment. Luisa was apparently going through the same bout of speechlessness, only a loud moan slipping through her clenched teeth. Grace was squeezing her tits, practically twisting and mashing the soft flesh between her long-nailed fingers. Her legs shook, and she tried her best to maintain balance, if simply out of the potential horror that she might slip and become fully impaled on the futa’s mighty spear. Her eyes did what they already had many times that night and rolled back, the succubus having spent more time looking at the back of her skull than anywhere else. And lastly, she was having a true orgasm, a long stream of clear juices managing to spray from her overstuffed cunt onto the muscled specimen of human perfection below her.
Licking her lips at the free drink splashing across her face, Luisa squeezed the succubus’s ass even harder, massaging the fat cheeks like she was molding clay. Her eyes stared hungrily at where her giant glans disappeared into Grace’s now-gaped cunt, relishing the sight of those obscenely spread lips hugging her cock tightly. Above the woman’s large clit, which was pressed downward from the immense pressure on her pussy, Luisa noticed a bulge in the woman’s skin; a clear outline of her cockhead showed through her body, much more defined than Lou was ever used to seeing it.
“Damn I really got big didn’t I?” Luisa laughed, throwing her head back, causing her dyed-green hair to flip from her face.
“F-fuck, so, so biiiig!” Grace squealed in response, her mind only able to comprehend half of what the futa was asking.
Smiling, Lou continued to watch the succubus writhe and twist on her cock, rivulets of feminine honey running down her cock and pooling at her muscled, tattooed groin; but her smile quickly faded. It was quickly becoming apparent that Grace was so overwhelmed in her impaled ecstasy, that she couldn’t or wouldn’t move, instead content to just sit a cum endlessly – but this wasn’t good enough for Luisa. Growling, she tightened her grip on the futa’s ass and began to drag her down.
It was slow going. It didn’t matter how wet this slut was, Luisa’s cock was just too huge to make quick progress into her cunt. But slow progress was better than no progress! Inches of the futa’s meaty member disappeared into the succubus’s insides, stretching her walls, carving a new home perfectly formed to her colossal cock. Gasps and half-screams flew from Grace’s mouth as she was speared further, every slight bit of Luisa’s cock making her feel more full than she ever had before; her hips felt like they would dislocate if Lou’s cock grew any larger!
The depth of Luisa’s dick could be measured by not only the amount disappearing into Grace’s body, but the amount appearing through the skin of her stomach. Over half a foot had entered her, so much that Luisa no longer needed to flex her mammoth thighs to keep Grace tall enough to be fucked. From right above her pussy to the top of her bellybutton, the clear outline of Luisa’s cock, most of which was her giant glans alone, bulged through the succubus’s skin. Grace couldn’t see it, her massive tits blocking the view of everything below them, but she sure as hell could feel her body being reshaped by the impossible invader.
Groaning, Lou could feel her bulbous balls renew their cum production, gurgling and shaking in their too-tight sack. While nothing compared to her real orgasm, the futa could feel a nice load fly up her cock, swelling her massive cumtube, as if her balls were trying to make room for what they really wanted to unload. Acting on instinct, Luisa thrust upward while pulling down, nearly doubling the amount of cock she had fucked into Grace. The sudden increased intrusion, combined with a quart of cum blasting into her insides, caused the white-haired whore to scream in a fight between pain and pleasure – although pleasure was clearly the winner as another long stream of girlcum flew from her cunt, hitting the wall in front of her.
“Oh fuck yeah bitch,” Luisa roared, “feel how fuckin’ deep I am!?”
Grace could feel it. Grace felt it like she had never had before, because no one had ever been this deep inside of her! Sure, particularly well hung lovers had knocked at the entrance to her womb before, like a certain Russian mystic at the turn of the century, but none had managed to actually enter it before! Her cervix was torn apart like it was paper, the flimsy wall obliterated by the force of Luisa’s beast. Now, Luisa’s humongous head and several inches of her cock were lodged inside of Grace’s demonic womb, pushing it up into her body and quickly filling it with more cum and cock than it was ever meant to take.
This was not a new phenomenon to the hyper-hung futa. She had fucked many wombs, even before her explosive growth. Making women scream on her cock as she piledrived their most sacred of places, giving them orgasms so intense some fainted, was practically her calling card. But even this voluptuous slut managed to make it different than any of the other wombs she had fucked before. Her’s was tighter, fitting her cock like a condom – or like Luisa assumed a condom would feel like, none had ever fit her before. It was hot, like she had just stuck her cock into an oven, but it didn’t burn her. Quite the opposite. It was like it was warming her shaft and glans from every angle, hugging them in a warm embrace. Luisa hadn’t felt anything like it before!
Just as her cock dropped another abdomen-swelling helping of cum into the screaming succubus, pushing more inches in at the same time, the front door slammed open. Grace barely registered the interruption, her head lolling and drool streaming down her chin, still dazed from the brutal penetration. Having much more of her faculties still intact, Luisa lifted herself slightly, inadvertently shoving more of her cock into Grace, and looked over the succubus’s half-limp form. She grinned wide as she saw who was entering the rundown home.
A couple, dressed very similarly to how Luisa had been, stumbled into the house. It was a woman and a man, embracing each other with arms around shoulders, wandering in while laughing and rubbing against each other. Ripped jeans, heavy boots, jean jackets, band shirts; they might have well picked their outfits from the same closet Luisa had. Their movements produced clinks and jangles from the numerous chains and studs adorned to their clothing, faces, and the mostly empty bottles of alcohol dangling from their fingers. It took them several moments to notice the scene in front of them.
The woman, whose skin was dark like black coffee, stopped first. A hoop-pierced eyebrow rose as she stared at the pair, nearly touching her half-bald head – it was shaved all over except for in the center, which was home to her neatly cut hair, which had been formed into a series of long, bright red spikes. Her bare arms were clean of artwork, the smooth chocolate-colored surface unblemished by the attacks of an artistic needle. She was almost as muscled as Luisa had been, pre-growth, and her clothes showed off her rigid form. Large breasts swelled her shirt, and something very familiar stretched her tight jeans as well. Her wide nose flared at the scent of sex filling the room and her mostly-free hand flew into the man’s chest.
“I wanna be sedat-” the man stopped singing as his partner’s hand slammed into his chest. His blue eyes flashed in annoyance at her, before he also became aware of what was happening in front of him. Dropping the bottle in his hand, he raised a pale, skinny arm to his face, scratching at his tattooed neck; his neck wasn’t the only part of him tattooed. His lily-white complexion was nearly completely hidden by colorful designs, intricately inked across every part of his visible body, from his hands to his shaved-bald head, which had a vicious looking snake creeping up it’s side. Unlike the two futa, the man was much skinnier, nearly wispy in appearance, except for a bulge in his jeans that matched the futa next to him.
“Hey jerkoffs!” Luisa called over, excitement filling her features, “look what I found!”
“Damn,” the man whistled back, “how much you pay for her?”
“Nothing! She came onto me!” Luisa laughed again, removing a hand from Grace’s well-kneaded ass and wiping her face, “in more ways than one!”
“Fuck that Lou, what happened to you?” the dark-skinned futa took in her friend’s new body, “you taking steroids or something?”
“Nah this slut did it, Char. I couldn’t tell you how, but it happened when she started blowing me. I think she’s magic or something!”
“A magic slut? I’ve seen everything now!” the man guffawed.
“Come on,” Lou beckoned over, “you and Paul should join in!”
Char looked at Paul with a raised eyebrow.
“I mean I’d be up for it if you want to Charlene,” Paul detached himself from the futa, shrugging, “I wouldn’t mind teaming up on someone with you babe.”
She leered at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing, before smiling and stepping forward.
“I’m down!” she exclaimed, before lowering her voice to a husky whisper, “as long as you don’t forget who this dick belongs too!”
She grabbed Paul’s concealed junk, much like Grace had done to Luisa earlier, and gave it a squeeze. Charlene pulled away just as he moaned lightly under her grip, and began to disrobe as she moved towards the already-coupling pair. It took Paul a moment to come to his senses, and he quickly followed suit, throwing off his shirt and kicking off his boots. By the time the couple got to the couch, their feet splashing in the puddle of cum still stewing on the floor, they both were completely naked.
“Fuck yeah that’s the spirit!” Luisa laughed once more, slapping Grace’s portly posterior with both hands, causing the fat cheeks to wobble and clap together.
“Damn bitch,” Char began to compliment, eyeing her roommate’s giant form, “is there any part of you that didn’t grow!?”
“I think my face is still the same size!”
All of them laughed at the futa’s joke – all except for Grace, who was still barely cognizant of what was happening; but that was about to change. Maneuvering themselves around Luisa’s couch-filling form, Paul and Charlene raised themselves up until their crotches were at face level with Grace. Suddenly, a pair of meaty, soft cocks waved in front of her eyes. While they were nearly the same size, both looking almost a foot long and as big around as a beer can, they were like the Yin and Yang of cocks: Charlene’s was as dark as coal, and Paul’s was so pale it was practically translucent. These cocks, topped by a huge purple and pink head respectively, were quickly shoved against Grace’s face, covering her features in their overlapping lengths.
Grace wasn’t sure what had been going. Her body had been thoroughly penetrated, Luisa’s massive monster touching the bottom of her tits through her skin. She had heard a noise, some conversation, and some splashing. She got a whiff of a new, but familiar scent – unyielding virility, that while not as intense as the fumes of potency that wafted off of Luisa’s form, still made all others pale in comparison. Then she was slapped in the face by two new megacocks, knocking her back into reality. Her eyes darted around as she was suddenly presented with a pair of cocks that were incomparable to any other besides the one rearranging her organs!
The succubus didn’t even have a chance to protest, not that she was likely to, before a hand gripped her cum-dipped locks, and turned her head. Her mouth, which still hung open with her tongue snaked out against her neck, was quickly filled by one of the fat members. Her plump black lips stretched around the thick black cock, and her eyes shifted up as she took in the powerful, dark-skinned beauty using her mouth. A washboard stomach, head-sized breasts, plump lips of her own, and large, brown beautiful eyes – the futa fucking her face was quite the looker. She was acutely aware of another cock rubbing against her cheek and chest, it’s naturally intense heat warming her searing skin even more.
“Wings, tail – are those horns?” the pale man questioned as he busied himself with frotting his dick against the succubus’s skin, “is she like a demon or something?”
“I thought she was one of those cosplayers or whatever they’re called,” Luisa grunted as she started to lift and drop Grace on her cock once again, “but after what happened to me, I’m not so sure!”
“So she might be the real deal?”
“Fuck if she is, I might become religious!”
“Fat chance!” Char grunted as she forced more inches into the succubus’s gullet.
The three laughed in unison once more.
“Hey babe, wanna share that mouth?”
“Fine,” Charlene reluctantly pulled Grace off her swelling shaft, “but I want it back!”
Grabbed by a new hand, Grace’s head was spun around before being stuffed once more with a fleshy club. To her surprise, she noticed that it belonged to an actual male this time instead of a futa. A cock just as girthy filled her mouth, but besides it’s size it couldn’t have been more different. Practically clear it was so white, Grace could clearly trace the web of veins that threaded it’s length, the purple and blue tubes giving it much needed color. The man was, as far as Grace was concerned, unassuming – besides his cock of course. Heavily tattooed, skinny, bald; combine this with his somewhat mousy facial features, and Grace wouldn’t have given him a second look otherwise.
Maybe she’d need to reconsider how she evaluated people!
The trio quickly fell into an almost seemingly practiced rhythm. The couple took turns fucking Grace’s mouth, stretching her lips and coring out her throat with their hardening cocks. Their balls, which mirrored each other as well in size, resembled large softballs and bounced off her chin, getting an incidental tongue bathing in the process. It only took a few minutes for them to get fully hard, both gaining another half a foot or so. The entire time Luisa continued to bounce the succubus in her lap, having reached the point that her obelisk was now being titfucked from inside the slut’s body, Grace’s bigger-than-pumpkin sized tits flying up and down with each thrust.
“So Lou,” Char started, slapping her saliva-soaked bitch breaker against Grace’s cheek, splattering spit over her face, “when does this ‘magic’ growth happen?”
“Should be soon,” Luisa grunted as she blasted more cum into Grace’s womb, her stomach gaining pudge again from the renewed salvos of seed, “happened when she was suckin’ me off.”
“Does it feel weird?” Paul’s voice shook a little, “like you do feel yourself grow?”
“It was actually pretty-”
Luisa’s words were cut off by a choked gasp from Charlene and a curse-filled exclamation from Paul. The pair stumbled backwards, Char managing the stay on her feet as she stepped off the couch, while Paul slipped and landed on his ass, splashing onto the cum-filled floor. Luisa held Grace steady and stopped her thrusting, looking over at the writhing pair. Her eyebrow raised; now she could see exactly what had happened to herself!
Both of them grasped at their stretching skin as the succubus’s abilities took root. Their growth followed the same pattern as Luisa’s did. Muscles bulged first, the thick fibres expanding and swelling under their skin. Already in great shape, Char grew to nearly the same size as Lou, her newly-popping muscles almost reaching the insane proportions as her fellow futa. As for Paul, who was almost skeletal in appearance to begin with, he took on the appearance of a gym regular: his arms gained more definition, his slight-beer belly deflated and reinflated into a six-pack, and his legs filled out with new muscle. While the pale man gained the beginning of a pair of pecs, Charlene’s already-large breasts expanded rapidly to the size of watermelons, mirroring the size of Grace’s bust before her own cum-induced growth.
Once their bodies had finished their painful transformation, their genitals were next. Charlene wrapped her hands around her cock, her fingers spreading apart as it inflated. The dark purple head shot out even further past her dark digits, her glans swelling to the size of a large apple. Veins popped out along its enlarging length, denting the skin outward like small snakes were squirming under the brown flesh; it looked almost as corded with thick veins as her enormous arms. Her balls gurgled against her muscled thighs, filling with absurd amounts of cum as they ballooned outward, doubling in size.
Mimicking his better half, Paul also used a double-handed, iron-hard grip on his own bucking beast. His pale monster followed the same pattern, lengthening and thickening as Grace’s magic coursed through him. His cock gained more color as the veins became even more prominent, creating a tapestry of violets and midnight blues across his pale, growing organ. He could feel his thighs being pushed apart by his fattening orbs, creating ripples in the white pool surrounding his being.
Charlene and Paul continued to shake and groan as the last bits of their transformation occurred. Cum actively leaked from their cocks, the pink and purple mushroom-tips spewing their newly created seed onto the floor. As the effects ended, the pair panted and began to regain their senses. Paul looked at his hands in wonder, like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, while Charlene immediately flexed and checked out her new body. Getting to his feet, the no-longer slender man walked over to his futa girlfriend.
“…painful.”
Luisa finished her statement in a whisper, stunned at actually being able to witness this unnatural occurrence with her own eyes. Her eyes roamed over her friends’ new bodies, admiring their enhanced forms; she’d always been attracted to her beautiful fellow futa, but now she even wanted to fuck Paul! She watched as they embraced each other and made out, obviously even more infatuated with each other than before. It took several more minutes before they managed to untangle from each other and turn back towards Lou and Grace.
Charlene scowled at her friend.
“Damn bitch you couldn’t have warned us first!?”
“Well, I fucking tried!”
“Try harder next time!”
“Ladies,” Paul chuckled, a hand squeezing one of Charlene’s thick-as-a-boulder ass cheeks, “chill the fuck out please. Yeah that shit fuckin hurt worse than getting the side of my head tatted, but I think it was worth it.”
He turned towards Charlene.
“Don’t you babe?”
Char took a minute to flex one of her biceps while she stroked her bigger cock.
“Yeah, I guess it fuckin’ was!”
The trio laughed.
“Now where were we!?”
With the dark-skinned futa’s words, the pair moved back towards Grace and Lou. Luisa watched them, smiling, still holding Grace still who was none-the-wiser to what was going. The succubus was still constantly cumming, her convulsing cunt switching between blasting more of it’s nectar onto Luisa, and sending streams of the hot liquid down Luisa’s prodigious pole; even unmoving, the tanned futa’s mammoth cock was enough to fill Grace with more sexual rapture that she had ever felt in all of her lifetimes of existence. A new pair of powerful hands on her ridiculous rump, ones that pulled the cheeks as far apart as they would go, caused her to turn her head slightly, her heavily-lidded red orbs peering at the person behind her.
“What do you think Lou, is there room for me back here?”
“Shit this bitch is pretty stretchy, give it a shot!”
It took a minute for Grace to realize what they were talking about, her eyes shooting open; she couldn’t handle that! Before she was able to stammer out in protest, a fleshy, fist-sized head filled her mouth, blocking any words from escaping. The familiar but now much larger ghostly cock was shoved between her lips, giving her the same feeling of mouth-fullness as right before Luisa went through her own transformation. The pale pole burrowed into her, poking at the start of her throat, as a different monster touched at her backdoor.
Holding her fat cheeks tightly, Charlene rubbed her massive member back and forth along the huge amount of ass cleavage Grace’s ridiculous body provided. Her cock was perpetually spitting up cum now, painting the succubus’s pink skin in her essence. Using her dick like a paintbrush, she rubbed it around the demon’s soft flesh, making sure to constantly prod it at her small starfish. Satisfied with her sexual artistic skills, she placed her tip right at its entrance and grunted; a blast of precum shot into Grace’s ass, filling it with cum and stretching it slightly from the size of the load.
“Alright I think she’s ready. Hold her tight for me Lou, I don’t want this slut squirming away!”
Luisa only smiled back and did as her roommate asked. Her hands were now wrapped around Grace’s waist, her fingers damn near touching due to the succubus’s absurdly slim midsection and her own giant hands. With a hand on each jiggling cheek, Char forced her glans forward, smashing it against Grace’s soaked hole. Nothing happened for several moments, before the futa rocketed her hips forward and sent her cock rampaging into the slut.
If Grace could’ve screamed she would have, but the mass of man meat filling her throat caused her to let out nothing but a strangled gurgle. Her asshole was obliterated in an instant, stretched, much like every one of her other holes had been, to a degree she’d never experienced before; and the succubus was no stranger to anal sex. She’d once found herself in France at the whims of a particularly rich sexual deviant, who enjoyed penetrating her there more than any other place else on her body. He was a fun guy and she heard they later named a word used in a lot of sexual circles after him!
But even his relishment of inflicting pain didn’t come close to this!
Even though Grace’s body was designed to take whatever was thrown at her or into her, this was still too much for the overwhelmed succubus. Normally penetration resulted in pleasure no matter what, and while she was still feeling plenty of pleasure, her constantly leaking cunt a prime indicator of this fact, the pain was damn near overriding it at this point! Multiple feet of cock, leagues more than she’d ever had inside of her at once, were now actively sawing into her body, pushing her supernatural form to their limits – and if Luisa was any indicator of what these insanely potent kind of humans were capable of, this was only the beginning.
“Damn this bitch is tight! It doesn’t feel like there’s anything between us Lou.”
“If she really is a demon or whatever, there might not be!”
“Fuck, then I might touch you guys from up here!”
The trio continued to banter and laugh at the expense of the succubus like they weren’t fucking her brains out at the same time. They quickly fell back into a similar rhythm as before, pounding her holes like they were nothing but disposable sex toys. From above, Paul forced more of his dick into her throat, close to knocking at the entrance of her stomach, more than a foot, nearly half of his newly-extended cock, plunging into her face. The outline of his girthy member almost touched the outline of Luisa’s with every thrust, the hung futa having bottomed out in her body; the distention her tip formed was nearly at Grace’s neck, and there was still more cock than the succubus had ever taken sticking out of her cunt.
While her own cock didn’t bulge out the succubus’s skin, blocked by the mammoth member Luisa possessed, Charlene still fucked the slut at a ridiculous rate. She was able to plunge nearly as much of her cock as she could into Grace’s now-gaped hole, the only thing stopping her from hilting the entire thing being the fat cheeks pressing into her smooth groin. Her huge tits bounced in time with her thrusts, almost hitting her in the face and slapping into her hard stomach with their new weight.
Grace was basically a bystander in her own ruining. She had tried to steady herself on different muscled body parts and appendages, but found all her strength had been sapped from her body due to the rough triple fucking. Instead, her arms hung limply at her sides, unable to even raise themselves high enough to cradle the colossal containers of potent seed bouncing off her chin. Her tongue continued to slap against the top of her heaving breasts, never having had a chance to roll it back into her mouth before that giant dick stretched her lips. The only movement her body made came from the hung trio jostling her around as they fucked her half to death, and from her pounded pussy’s perpetual leaking and squirting.
Even her extra parts were worthless to her at this point. She had tried to wrap her tail around either of the cocks below her or behind her in an attempt to stop them from pumping into her so roughly, but found even her supernatural prehensile part could do little to give them pause. Her wings had fluttered in times with her orgasms at first, but lost their power as quickly as the rest of her had. Her horns were still lost in her albino-tinted hair and layers of dried cum still sticking to her body, and wouldn’t have been useful for much anyway. There was literally no part of her that could help her, that could save her from the threeway-jackhammering she was enduring.
Extra weight was being constantly added to her at this point as well. Not only did Grace feel like she was more cock than person at this point, but all three cocks were pumping her full of their seed. It may not have been their actual cum, their orgasms still a ways away, but that didn’t mean the thick seed didn’t leak from them like broken faucets. Her stomach, womb and bowels were all being continually filled, coating her insides and inflating her torso. The outlines of those massive cocks were lost in the sea of cum swirling inside of her, and her pregnant look was quickly returned. The only thing Grace would have changed about this part of her fucking, was that she wished she could have savored these neverending spouts of seed; but even Paul’s cock was lodged too deeply for her to get a taste, only occasionally drips of semen managing to escape her lips and onto her flailing tongue.
She lost track of time once more – it could have been thirty seconds or thirty hours for all she knew. Her brain was too rattled by pain and extreme orgasmic ecstasy, and the longer she was brutally fucked, the harder it was to maintain her consciousness. The fumes of sexual potency that practically blasted off the hung hunks around her added to this mind addling, her nostrils feeling permanently flared as they attempted to inhale as much of this musk as they could. After some time, a new, loud set of sounds caused her ears to perk up, briefly bringing her back into reality.
“Ah fuck, I think I’m about to cum.” Paul panted, his melon-sized orbs tightening against his body as his thrusts grew erratic.
“Always a quick shot!” Luisa teased between grunts, “but I think I’m getting close too.”
“Me too,” Char added, “this bitch is just too tight!”
It didn’t matter that the group of succubus fuckers were talking about their incoming orgasms right in front of her, Grace could feel them coming. Bodies tensed. Poles pulsated violently. Balls gurgled and rumbled in their stretched sacks. All of this happened around her, signaling the new doses of cum she was about to receive. Moans and groans rang in her ears, and all of the thrusting sped up to nearly a blur for a moment before one by one, they all stopped moving
Here they came.
It was Paul whose body stiffened first. Grace’s black lips were once more pulled apart by growing girth, contorting her face. The succubus’s bottom lip was pressed even further downward as the pale man’s first shot of cum raced up its length, stretching his urethra. His cock was embedded so deeply into her throat, that his first blast of cum shot directly into her stomach, and Grace’s eyes rolled up into her skull as she was filled with immense amounts of burning hot seed again.
“Oh fuck man I can feel you cumming,” Luisa laughed as she continued to piston her hips upwards, “it’s kinda fuckin’ weird!”
“Shit you think that’s weird?” Char groaned, “I can feel his spunk touching my cock – oh fuck!”
The feeling of her own boyfriend’s cum bathing her dick inside of the inflating succubus was enough to send the dark-skinned futa over the edge. Her own cock bucked inside of Grace’s bowels, stretching her already-gaped ass more as it flailed in every direction, before unloading her own helping of hot seed. Her cum jetted into the succubus’s insides, adding to the bucket loads of cum filling her from the opposite end. Paul moaned as he felt his girlfriend’s semen touch the tip of his cock, which pressed snugly into the slut’s stomach.
It was like the couple’s cum blasts were fighting for dominance inside Grace’s body. Jets of semen were literally smashing into each other, coating every inch of her stomach. The cum swirled around each other’s cocks, heightening the sensation of their orgasms. Pump after pump of seed shot into the succubus, expanding her form once more, her stomach pressing out towards Lou’s body. Charlene and Paul made no move to remove their hilted members, enjoying the warm, tight holes that Grace provided their beasts.
They continued to orgasm inside of the writhing woman for a couple minutes each. Lou stopped her thrusting and held Grace still, making sure the slut wasn’t going anywhere. As soon as Grace thought they would finish, their cocks throbbed once more before sending even more cum into her overstuffed body. Cum leaked from both ends, barely squeezing out of the tight seals their massively thick cocks provided. It ran down her own body, onto their bodies, onto the floor – it dripped everywhere with reckless abandon as they jammed her full of their virility.
And jampack her they did. Her stomach inflated, nearly as quickly as when Luisa’s hyper-sized mass of meat first came down her gullet. The outline of all three cocks were completely hidden, even Paul’s girthy member which was stretching her throat vanished; the cum trying to escape her body bulged her neck even more, practically widening to the same width as her head. Her stomach hung downward onto Luisa’s granite-esque abs, her titanic tits splaying to the side as they were pushed up by her expanding midsection, and from Lou’s cock still pushing out from between them. Grace was once again glad she didn’t have to truly breathe or she would have died from drowning in the pearly white sludge.
There were definitely worse ways to go!
As their orgasms began to peter out, the couple pulled out of Grace in unison. Paul stepped off of the couch first, his leggy wobbling from the intensity of his explosion. Pulling out of her resulted in an extra eruption of cum from her mouth and his cock, painting her upturned face in a fresh layer of seed. Before he completely dismounted the cum-ruined woman and piece of furniture, he gave his cock, which was still shooting ropes of cum the size of a normal man’s entire load, a good couple of shakes, covering the succubus in the last dregs of his orgasm,
Sitting down on the ground, breathing heavily, he admired his girlfriend as she mirrored his actions. She pulled out of Grace’s ruined starfish, finally letting go of the finger-bruised cheeks, which met once more with a loud clap. Charlene fisted her still-spitting cock rapidly, adding to the layers of cum already soaking the succubus’s pink skin, covering her hanging-limp tail in the process. As her own orgasm came to an end, she took a seat next to Paul and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“God damn you guys filled her up!” Luisa called over to them, palming the cum-filled stomach that currently covered most of her torso, “That was fucking hot!”
The cuddling pair smiled back at her.
“But now it’s my turn.”
Placing her hands back onto Grace’s ass, her torso now too inflated to comfortably grab, Luisa positioned herself carefully. She stretched her legs out again, planting her feet firmly onto the floor, and held the succubus as straight as she could – as straight as she could considering her ballooned form. With a growl, Luisa raised her hips, once again spearing the pink-skinned woman between her breasts. Testing herself, she pulled back down, sinking her body into the couch as low as she was able to, the worn legs groaning in protest.
A devilish smile appeared on Luisa’s face as she attempted to make eye-contact with Grace; to her amusement, the succubus was too cum-drunk to focus on much of anything, her head pointed straight down at her new huge body, her eyes spinning around. Flexing her entire body, her muscles popping out in fleshy hills, the sinews stretching under her skin like corded steel, she steadied herself. Her quads lifted Grace slightly, muscles like mountains sticking from her legs.
It was time.
Without any warning or buildup, Luisa began to fuck Grace. The futa’s hips skipped quick, sailed past fast, ignored rapid, and went straight to a blur. Moving at lightning speed, Lou fucked Grace harder than she’d ever fucked someone in entire life. Her curved, defined ass slammed into the couch with every thrust, pounding into it with loud thuds, causing a cracking sound to resonate through the room. Her massive cum factories, like two oversized watermelons, raised off the ground slightly with each movement, before slamming back down and splashing into the ever-growing puddle of cum.
Teeth grit, Luisa used every bit of her strength to demolish this fucking slut! Her fingers mashed into her ass, bruising the soft flesh even further. Despite all of the cum filling the succubus, the futa’s cock once again managed to distend the top of her stomach, poking the flesh out enough to slam into Grace’s face. This cockpunch woke the overfucked woman up, and she screamed as her brain finally caught up the sensation of the earth-shattering thrusts barreling through her. Her entire body felt like it was being deformed, and she could feel her organs being pushed and moved as the cock altered her entire body.
This caused her to cum, of course.
Her cunt squirted, although this time her juices splashed against her hanging cum gut instead of over Luisa’s body. Her entire body practically vibrated as she was fucked to within an inch of her supernatural life, her vision blurry from the speed of the shaking. Grace could feel her large clit nearly sucked into her cunt with each thrust, and it alternated slapping into Luisa’s humongous pole and her own stomach. Grace wasn’t sure she was gonna live through this fucking, but if this is how she was finally gonna go, well, she wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Her body was racked with orgasms as she was powerfucked like she’d never been before.
After several minutes, Luisa roared. Paul and Charlene watched in awe from their position on the ground several feet away. They could see Luisa’s entire body tense, the huge veins that laced her entire body, popping from under her skin. Her balls rumbled like there was an earthquake hitting the house, and they visibly inflated even more, nearly touching the sides of her outstretched feet. The enormous amount of cock still sticking from Grace’s obliterated cunt grew even wider, almost cracking the succubus’s wide hips. Her urethra, which was almost the size of one of the futa’s own massive arms, widened even more, as the first rocket of cum shot up her length.
Grace’s stomach, which had decreased slightly in size from the intense fucking she had gone through, cum having shot from her ass which each thrust and leaked from her lips which hung perpetually open, was immediately refilled – it was refilled and more. Even as the cum in her stomach was forced from her body to make room for the new helping of destructive sludge blasting into her, jetting from her unstuffed holes like pearly geysers, her body continued to expand; unlike when Paul and Charlene came into her, Luisa’s cum had nowhere to exit, her cock plugging the slut totally and completely. Cum rained down on the pair and onto the floor from Grace’s slack holes, adding to the ocean of cum bubbling on the dirty carpet.
Wider and wider she grew as Luisa bellowed through her orgasm. This monumental eruption was enough to distort Grace’s skin with each blast. Not only had she been cockpunched just minutes before, but the cum distending the skin between her tits rose enough to hit her in the face again; never before had her own body been used against her like this! As one shot ended and another began, Grace’s stomach growing enough to almost completely cover her own bent legs, Luisa’s torso and the couch around them, her body began to let out a different kind of rumbling sound.
She didn’t know this was possible. She didn’t know human genitalia could grow anywhere near this big. She didn’t know this much cum existed in the entire world, let alone belonging to one person. Having never experienced this level of sexual extremity, she didn’t know she could grow again. But she did, and Grace got a front row seat to her own second transformation of the night. It was like her body’s natural survival instinct decided something had to be done with all the cum pumping into her lest she explode, and decided to convert this divine virility into more growth, having nowhere else to put it.
Her tits were the first to grow. They exploded outward, rapidly expanding before her eyes. Already pushed up to her chin, they quickly covered her face in their renewed expansion. Her massive tits, which were bigger than any woman could hope to possess naturally, inflated quickly to a size larger any woman could hope to possess unnaturally. Instead of being lifted by her stomach, they hung over it, her nipples lengthening and hovering above Luisa’s face, which was twisted into a grimace as if cumming this much physically hurt the muscled futa. Her tits grew forward, upward, outward – they mirrored the size of her stomach, which was still struggling to deflate despite attempting to transmute all the cum inside of it into new fatty flesh.
The succubus could feel the other parts of her fatten as well. Her lips, which had already looked pumped full of unnecessary amounts of collagen, plumped up once more. Her top lip actually touched the tip of her pointed nose, and her black bottom lip touched the bottom of her chin. She could feel her ass bloat, her cheeks raising high enough to touch the point where her tail extended from her body, still maintaining its supernatural firmness; Grace had no doubt that someone would be able to see the sides of her giant ass from the front as this point, and her thong would no doubt no longer fit her widened hips if she had ever got a chance to clothe herself once more.
Luckily for the oversexed succubus, the other changes she endured before didn’t appear to take effect. Her lithe wasit didn’t shrink anymore – probably a good thing considering the monstrous monolith bulging her body. She could feel her thighs thicken slightly, hopefully with muscle in order to be able to carry her even-more-voluptuous body. Her arms didn’t change and neither did the rest of her legs. Grace wasn’t sure if her pussy had changed at all, the gaping hole and stretched-slack lips too deformed for any transformation to be meaningful. She had been mutated into a perverse parody of what a human woman looked like, like every degenerate’s concept of the ideal female-form, a living life support system for her insane sexuality.
Just as new growth ended, a new loud crack resounded through the room, and the couch slammed into the floor, caving in at the middle, the legs bent and broken; the combination of the forceful fucking and the cum-filled woman on top of it was finally too much. As the couch hit the ground, Luisa grunted and palmed Grace’s even-fatter ass, which she had got to feel grown between her fingers, and used all her strength to shove the succubus off her cock and onto the ground. Grace’s ridiculous new form hit the carpet with a splash, her stomach and torso-wide tits splayed out obscenely.
Heaving herself off the broken couch, Luisa stood up to her full much-taller-than-average height, towering over the barely-conscious slut, and gripped her cock in both hands. Her fleshy obelisk pulsed violently as she aimed it downward, its colossal length nearly long enough to touch Grace’s bean bag-sized stomach. With a renewed roar, another blast of cum fired from her cock and slammed into Grace’s jiggling midsection. Luisa’s massive cum factories lifted off the ground as she stood, although just barely; they seemed to grow the more she came, and still hovered only inches above the pool of cum growing in the room despite the fact that she was standing. Her giant globes now nearly resembled Grace’s tits in size before her recent bout of growth.
Luisa hosed down the slut with her seemingly never ending potency; Luisa’s balls never stopped audibly churning with fresh seed her entire orgasm, and they only seemed to get louder the more she came. Grace’s giant tits, which half covered her stomach, covered her arms, and still managed to extend out onto the carpet, were covered in mere seconds. Blast after blast covered the sex-shocked succubus, rendering her nearly unrecognizable under the layer of glue-like viscosity drenching her form. Cum cascaded off of her body, the thick sludge nearly drowning her body as it piled around her.
While Luisa had cum inside of Grace for several minutes, it still took several more minutes for her orgasm to end, and even when it did her cock still leaked cum like a broken dam. Panting, she stroked her multi-foot cock slowly, sperm squishing between her fingers and splattering onto the sea of cum swirling below her. She studied Grace’s inflated, drenched, and expanded body with lust-filled eyes. She looked from her cock, back down to Grace, and then back at her cock. Lou glanced at her friends, who continued to stare at her in open-mouthed awe, holding each other tightly.
She was still horny.
“So,” Luisa smiled, turning back to the unconscious succubus, “who’s up for some more!?”
Charlene raised an eyebrow.
“Damn bitch you’re still hard? After all that!?”
“Fuck yeah I am!” Luisa laughed, stepping over to Grace, “Whatever this whore did to me makes me feel like I could fuck forever!”
“I’m still hard too,” Paul interjected, standing up and pulling Charlene with him, “but where the fuck are we gonna keep going? You kinda fucked up our couch there Lou.”
“Shit lets just go to my room, I got a pretty big bed.”
Charlene cocked her head at Paul who nodded back at his girlfriend.
“Fuck it I’m in!”
Taking a minute to assess the situation, Luisa tried to decide on how to proceed with the knocked out slut. Walking around her body, she observed her as her body slowly deflated, a waterfall of her own slimy essence flowing from her hidden cunt. Shrugging, Luisa reached down and grabbed Grace by her breast-covered arms, lifting them up. The top half of her body raised up, but was impeded by her gargantuan breasts and stomach. Grunting and flexing, Lou pulled Grace completely up until her feet dangled above the ground, and shook her up and down like she was shaking money out of a piggy bank. The cum pouring from her pounded-loose pussy fell out even faster, and Luisa continued to do this, practically using Grace’s body like a curl weight until she had been mostly drained of all Luisa’s seed.
Another grunt and Luisa threw the succubus over her shoulder, her pregnant-looking torso pressing into one of the futa’s massive shoulders. The rock-like solidity of her delts caused Grace’s stomach to deflate further, semen splashing onto her own legs and Luisa’s large breasts as the futa began walking. Her waist-touching tits covered the entirety of the futa’s back, almost touching her sculpted ass they hung so low. Her whole body shook and jiggled, Grace moaning incoherently as she was carried unceremoniously like a sack of potatoes.
“Fuck this bitch weighs a ton!” Luisa complained as she stomped towards her room.
“It’s all your fuckin’ cum!” Paul laughed, eyeing the slut’s bouncing breasts.
“It’s not all cum! Have you seen this bitch’s tits!?”
“Yeah I think they got bigger.”
“They definitely did,” Chalene’s eyes were on them as well as she walked arm-in-arm with her boyfriend, “she definitely changed after you fuckin’ filled her with jizz.”
“Weird shit, but I guess I can’t complain!”
Reaching the door to her room, which was covered by stickers and posters depicting tours and bands she had seen, Luisa kicked it open, the wood splintering slightly under the force of her foot; fuck, she’d have to be more careful with this new strength! Walking past the now-broken door, Luisa stepped into her room. It was filled with familiar sights, mimicking the living room: carelessly strewn around empty water and alcohol bottles, music posters, stained carpeting. And right in the center was a large bed lying on the floor with no frame, a single cum-stained blanket half-covering the mattress.
Paul and Charlene walked in behind her, their bare feet crunching on a pile of trash.
“Where the fuck did you get a waterbed!?” Charlene asked incredulously, throwing her hands up towards the bed.
“Oh that? I got it from the uh… Pathetic Penis house show? I think?”
“Is that where you wandered off to while they were playing? I thought you were just getting high!”
“No – well yeah. But I also was fucking the singer’s girlfriend, and I figured he wouldn’t want the bed after I kinda ruined it. So I took it!”
“You’re so fucking ridiculous.” Paul shook his head, although a smirk was plastered on his face.
“Fuck yeah I am!” Lou grinned like an idiot, “Now let’s get this show on the road!”
Luisa finished her exclamation by throwing Grace onto the bed. Her expanded body hit the mattress with a thump, the water inside of it swishing back and forth. She yelped as she hit it, her body sinking into the middle. Once again shaken out of her orgasmic reverie, Grace attempted to sit up, and as she did, something unexpected happened: her tail pierced the mattress. It flailed forward as she regained consciousness, and without thinking about it, she sent the prehensile appendage forward, causing it to stick into the plastic container of liquid.
Water immediately began spraying out from between her legs.
“Oh fuck the bitch broke my bed!” Luisa rushed over to the bed.
“This is what you get for stealing it,” Paul laughed, “Karma’s a bitch!”
“Shut the fuck up! Grab some duct tape or something while I try to fix it!”
Paul rolled his eyes and wandered out of the room, not in a particular rush to help his roommate. Charlene just leaned against a wall shaking her head, her arms folded over her giant tits. Looking around wildly as she stood in front of the leaking mattress, Luisa couldn’t see anything in her immediate vicinity that would help her. As she tried to think of anything to help, her cock waved in front of her face and she got an idea – a downright stupid idea. Sighing, she grabbed her cock and kneeled down between Grace’s splayed legs, causing the mattress to sag in her direction.
Shivering slightly as the water sprayed against her pulsing pole, the room-temperature liquid feeling ice cold against her burning hot cock flesh, she aimed her dick at the hole Grace’s tail had torn in the mattress. Luisa pressed her giant glans against it, doing her best to align the tip with the rip. Once the tear was plugged, the futa stroked her cock rapidly and grunted, forcing cum to shoot up her shaft. Her seed splashed out around the bed and onto her and Grace’s legs, before actually filling the container of water. Her cum quickly overtook the water, diluting it, creating a new milky tube in the mattress.
Paul walked in holding a roll of tape.
“Oh fuck hurry up,” Luisa called over, “I think its gonna burst now!”
“You used your fucking cock?” Paul murmured to himself as he waltzed over, “Fuckin’ ridiculous…”
Bending over next to Luisa, Paul pulled out a stretch of gray tape, and tore it using his newly-gained supernatural strength. Moving his hands close to Luisa’s cock where it met the bed, he was almost taken back by the pure heat emanating from his friend’s throbbing monster. Shaking the amazement from his face, he nudged Luisa’s cock out of the way, a spray of cum just barely missing his face. Grimacing, he placed his hands in the path of the fountaining sperm and quickly shoved the piece of tape over it, smoothing it out as best he could as dregs of pearly sludge seeped out from around it. The pale-skinned man quickly tore a couple more pieces, and patched up the tear the best he could.
“Thanks a lot Paul,” Luisa stood up, letting the last of her spraying cum fly onto Grace’s unmoving body.
“Yeah yeah,” Paul moved away as well, “don’t say I never did anything for you!”
“Well,” Charlene interjected, stepping next to her boyfriend, “how do we wanna do this?”
“I kinda wanted to test our new bodies,” Paul spoke up before Luisa could, “you know, on each other.”
“Mmmm wanna fuck me with that new cock baby?” Charlene pressed herself against Paul’s newly-muscled body, running a hand down his chest.
“Oh fuck yeah Char, I think you could probably handle it with all the weird shit happening tonight!”
“Fucking next to each other?” Luisa raised an eyebrow before laughing, “I’m down! It wouldn’t be the first time anyway!”
The couple laughed along with her.
“Shit I think my bed is big enough anyway, that dude had good taste, and I’m not just talking about the mattress!!”
Luisa smirked at her own words.
“And besides,” Paul stared down at the mattress and threw the roll of tape to the side, “if we break the bed, at least we have an easy fix!”
“It’s gonna be a cum bed by the time we’re done!” Charlene joked, drawing a laugh from Luisa.
“Might be the first one in the world!”
“Someone call Guinness!”
Grace could barely comprehend what was going on. Everything was hazy. She knew she had been moved to a new room and thrown onto some kind of weird bed. There was talking and movement around her. A pair of muscle thighs touched her own. Her tail was wet. What her lust-addled brain could only assume was cum splashed onto her stomach. Rough hands grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. Her head lolled as she was manhandled, or more likely futahandled, and she found herself on her knees, her face pressed into the wiggling mattress she had been so carelessly tossed onto.
She hadn’t even needed to use her hands to lift herself up – her massive tits did it for her. Each wider than her own slim torso, they took up all the space below her and more. They lifted her up, and still managed to bulge out of the sides, showing more fatty breast meat than most women had on their whole body. Her arms were forced forward by her ridiculous rack, causing her to raise slightly. Grace had to lift her head and look forward unless she wanted to suffocate in her own unending cleavage; a dirty, stained wall met her gaze.
The succubus was vaguely aware of some movement next to her, the image of two people shifting around in her peripheral. She opened her mouth and stuck out her chest-reaching tongue, instinctively waiting for a monstrous cock to be shoved into her face; but it never came. Instead she heard a masculine grunt and a feminine moan ring out from her left. Curious, Grace managed to gather the strength to look over, her eyes drifting over the source of this sound and rustling.
It was a couple, a man and a futa. Oh right, they were the other two that had fucked her weren’t they? They must be – she didn’t see Luisa anywhere. The dark-skinned futa was on her knees, her massive cock pressed between her huge, mattress-flattened breasts, the head almost touching her chin. A pair of pale hands were placed on her waist, and the heavily-tattooed man they belonged to was behind her, carefully pressing his cock into her. Grace could barely just see the length of his veiny cock from the otherside of the futa’s muscled ass.
“Oh baby you’re so fucking big, you feel so good inside of me!”
Well, at least they weren’t fucking her this time, even if the thought of being taken by all three of them again made Grace’s pussy drool, regardless of how the rest of her worn body felt. Before Grace could contemplate whether she truly wanted to get gangfucked again, the multiple-lifetimes worth of cum she knew she’d been in for practically calling her fuck-addled brain, something landed on her back. Something heavy. And hot. And throbbing. It thudded as it slammed between her medicine-ball sized cheeks, spreading them almost painfully apart, up her arched spine, to her head and beyond.
Grace looked up only to see an angry purple cockhead poking out over face, leaking a steady stream of cum before her eyes. The giant hunk of futa meat flattened everything along her back, forcing her tail down between her fat cheeks and pressing her cum-coated wings flat. Her small horns felt nearly crushed by the ponderous pole, putting an intense pressure on her skull. It throbbed, the force of the pounding veins vibrating Grace’s form. Something about this new, vulnerable position, and the fact that she was pinned to the mattress by nothing but the weight of a single cock, hammered home just how fucked she was; fear shivered up her spine.
A pair of strong hands clapped her ass cheeks.
“This is my favorite position slut,” Luisa addressed Grace, “it really lets me fuck as hard as I want.”
Grace’s eyes flew open. Luisa had fucked her harder than a hundred men could ever hope to, and now she was saying she could go harder!? Like many times through the night, the succubus didn’t have long to contemplate a new, mind-blowing fact before the enhanced cock was dragged off of her. It left a thick trail of slime down her body, matting her hair and soaking her skin even further. Grace’s ass clapped together loudly as it departed her posterior cleavage, her massive cheeks having not lost much of their firmness despite their pants-tearing size. She could feel the giant glans poke at her permanently-gaped cunt.
Then it was in.
Without any warm up or fanfare, Lou shoved her mighty rod into Grace’s pussy. Her lips were spread taut once more, painfully gaped around the thigh-thick trunk. It rocketed up, smashing into the back of her womb, the succubus’s cervix never having had a chance to recover. Her innermost depths were speared and flattened, pressed out at every angle to make room for the terrifying behemoth launched into her body. It continued to burrow through her body, forcing her tits out even further as it made room inside and outside her body for its continued assault. Deeper and deeper it went until the distention of the futa’s massive mushroom tip slammed right into Grace’s chin through her skin, knocking the slut’s head upward.
Grace screamed.
This fucking she had received before from this monolithic bitch breaker didn’t compare to anything before it- it couldn’t compare! As brutally as Luisa had fucked her before, it had still taken her time to work her cock into Grace’s supernatural snatch, giving her a slow stretch as it deformed her body to better suit her carnal needs. But there was no need for that this time. The muscle bound futa had already destroyed her once, and her body still remembered the shape of her bitch breaker, and probably would forever. Forever altered, forever changed to better suit the punk’s spire of fuckmeat, and the untold gallons of cum waiting to bloat her form once more.
“Damn bitch no foreplay or anything?”
Paul grunted as he worked his own cock into his girlfriend. Charlene was rocking back and forth, titfucking herself as she moaned through an orgasm from her other sexual parts. Her pasty boyfriend was doing his best to fuck her hard but cautiously, not sure how much her changed, but still-human body could take; but it was proving to be able to handle him quite well. He had over half of his cock rammed into her cunt, the outline of his shaft bulging her well-defined abs. Precum leaked from her tip, painting her breasts white, spurts of it hitting her chin. Too consumed with her own orgasms, Char had barely noticed the insane coupling happening next to her, but Paul couldn’t help but glance over in their direction upon hearing the succubus’s screams.
“Ha, like this cunt needs it!” Luisa began pulling her cock back in preparation to thrust it back in, “I already stretched her the fuck out once, no need for any pussy-footing around this time.”
Paul grunted in response and went back to focusing on pleasing his beautiful futa partner.
Just as she had said, Luisa didn’t give Grace anytime to get used to her sudden-filling; she was serious now. Removing her cock until only the gargantuan glans were still stretching her wide, having to shuffle back on her knees as she did so, Luisa let out her grunt as she pistoned her cock right back in. This was met with a renewed scream from the otherworldly slut, and an expected geyser of cunt honey shooting out onto the stained mattress. Her orgasm lasted nearly half a minute, a small puddle of clear, sticky liquid forming beneath the pair. While Luisa didn’t need any encouragement to wreck her further, she took this as a good sign to do so anyway.
Over and over again Luisa pummeled Grace with as much of her cock as she could, and it seemed like with each new thrust more of her impossible member was forced into the succubus’s body. The bulge of her cockhead that had hit Grace in the chin soon pressed past it, sticking out under the succubus’s drooling mouth; her skin-concealed tip got a nice tonguing from Grace as her lurching body moved back and forth. Soon it wasn’t only her cockhead that was receiving the extra stimulation, her shaft quickly following suit as the slut’s skin distended even farther out.
For Luisa, the amount of stimulation she was receiving was on another level. Not only did the white-haired woman’s body envelop her cock like no others’ had before, but it was like her body was designed to please in every way possible. Her pussy hugged her monster tight, the lips practically gripping her shaft like a fist trying to jerk her off, providing its own steady stream of lube to keep her cock wet in the process. Grace’s womb was incredibly hot, and it felt more like a sauna designed specifically for her dick. Lou was receiving an unintended fuck as well as she plowed the succubus, the succubus’s reality-defying tits hugging her shaft through her body, the sheer, plush softness of them better than any pair tits she had fucked before. And now on top of it all, the stupid slut’s long tongue was lathering cock from the outside!?
She really had hit the jackpot!
As for Grace, she wasn’t conscious of much that was happening anymore once again. Her brain was racked with orgasmic intensity, her body turned into a perpetual cunt-juice-spraying machine. She could feel herself being filled – and not just with cock. Hot seed white-washed her insides, causing her stomach to hang heavily against the mattress. Whenever her blood-red orbs managed to unroll themselves from the back of her skull, the sight of her own pink flesh molded to the shape of Luisa’s cock stretched before her eyes. This perverse vision would send her into another mind numbing orgasm, repeating the process as she struggled to process the multitudes of nerve-bending sensations being forced onto her.
Fucking harder and harder into the slut, Luisa found herself encountering a problem she hadn’t thought she’d ever face: her cock was too fucking big for her to get a good rhythm! She loved to fuck a slut with her entire cock, but it was so damn huge now that she either had to move herself backwards or only fuck with half of her cock, and this just wasn’t good enough for the futa! Not only that, but her balls constantly dragged across the ground, making her movements awkward as they caused her legs to spread uncomfortably wide. She would just need to make some adjustments.
Stopping her powerful plowing, if just for a moment, Luisa decided some repositioning was needed. Hilting herself as deeply as she could, leaving less than a foot of her monumental monster left outside of Grace’s destroyed cunt, Luisa began to lift herself up. Getting into a squat position first, she extended her body over Grace’s prone form, before planting her arms above the succubus’s head. This position forced Grace’s cock-corked cunt up into the air, causing her ass to arch higher, her fat cheeks pressing Lusia’s stomach. Adjusting her stance slightly, hovering above the succubus’s obscene form, the futa found the position she was looking for.
She tested this new kind of doggystyle, one that could only be accomplished by someone with a cock of her magnitude, with a powerful thrust. Able to bring her hips high up into the air due to her incredible height, she slammed them back down with ease. Her colossal cum factories no longer impeded her movements, and instead they raised and slammed into the back of Grace’s legs, leaving a defined imprint of their massiveness – imprints that would no doubt end up as dark bruises. Her hips bounced off the succubus’s ass like a trampoline and she used this pick up a new rhythm, one that was perfect for the apocalyptic fucking she was preparing to give her new toy.
Grace wasn’t sure she could be any more full of cock. There couldn’t possibly be more room inside of her, but with each thrust, Luisa proved her wrong. Her skin stretched out in every direction, the slightest change of angle in the futa’s thrusts causing her body to deform in a new way. She was pounded into the mattress almost literally, the piledriving thrusts slamming her down and compressing the liquid-filled fabric. Her cunt sprayed ceaselessly, sailing past the end of the bed to soak the numerous discarded items littering the floor. Her whole being quaked as Luisa’s pace quickened, her weakened limbs flailing aimlessly. On one of the rare occasions that her eyes managed to focus, her eyes drifted over Luisa’s left hand next to her face, the word ‘Soul’ tattooed across her knuckles.
How ironic.
Next to them, Paul and Charlene were in their own perverse world. He had managed to stuff all of his expanded cock into the tight confines of his girlfriend’s womb, and his cock rubbed against her’s from inside her torso. The dark-skinned futa’s body rocked back and forth, her huge breasts fucking both of their cocks at the same time. Paul began to speed up as he neared his peak, and she moaned loudly as she finally came from her cock, cum spraying against her neck and painting the wall in front of her; Paul wasn’t far behind, his first blasts enough to inflate her stomach and soften her usually-rock hard abs. They moaned in unison as they came together, oblivious to the brutal fucking happening next to them.
Her hips a blur, her preferred speed of fucking, Luisa railed Grace without mercy. She spared her friends a quick glance, smiling as she watched their tremendous loads splash out around them; to anyone else, the amount of cum would be mind-blowing, but to Lou it looked like the same amount she came pre-growth. Turning back to the slut below her, she continued to obliterate her body with her fat hunk of futa meat. Luisa could feel herself getting close, but something was missing; her new position still wasn’t quite perfect.
Looking down, she mentally lamented the fact that she couldn’t press her hands into the mattress, lest she pop more holes into and ruin the bed once more. Without missing a beat, her pace not faltering at all, she lifted up slightly, Grace’s massive ass raising with her before being plowed down once again, and placed her hands against the wall. Stabilizing herself, she fucked the succubus even harder, even if it didn’t seem possible. Luisa could feel her cock slam into the water bed, denting it into the floor with each thrust – that was when her massive cum cannon wasn’t battering Grace’s body-sized tits around, punching the soft flesh with her steel pole of destruction.
Fuck she was getting so close!
Growling, she pressed her hands into the wall with even more force. Unnoticed to the lust-consumed futa, cracks began to spiderweb out from under her fingers, spreading out against its grime-encrusted surface. As she got even closer to her climax, her entire body flexing and bulging with the mountains of muscles that laced her form, it happened: the wall broke. Luisa’s hand ripped through the cheap plaster, plunging into its depth. Instead of slowing down, having felt no pain despite what should have been a hand-breaking action, she gripped the support beams behind the wall, her fingers leaving splinters in the wood, and used the leverage to fuck as hard as she truly could.
Charlene and Paul watched in shock. Having finished their own coupling, they were cuddled up next to the pair. Char had a hand on her stomach, slowly releasing the gallons of cum Paul had released inside of her; all the while Paul held her tight, almost protectively, as if he needed to shield from the insane sex occurring in front of them. Their flaccid cocks, although they wouldn’t be flaccid for much longer, were practically touching as they draped over their thighs. The contrasting couple found themselves being rocked back and forth as the bed shook from the force of Luisa’s pistoning, muscled hips.
What they were witnessing barely seemed human. Bits of plaster and wood flew from where Luisa’s arms penetrated the wall, showering the pair in debris. With every raise of her hips, Grace’s entire body was raised into the air, only her humongous mammaries managing to still touch the water and cum filled bed; and then with every thrust downward, the succubus was smashed into the mattress, only her aforementioned tits cushioning the impact. Luisa’s massive cum factories swung like wrecking balls, beating Grace’s body like a pair of oversized fists.
Grace wasn’t sure if she wasn’t being fucked or beaten to death at this point, all she knew was that she couldn’t stop cumming! She wasn’t sure if her cunt had stopped spraying at any point since this more-than-brutal penetration had begun, but she was sure that the cock inside of her certainly hadn’t. Her stomach had been ballooned by Luisa’s constantly-leaking seed, and the only thing stopping the succubus from looking a blimp with breasts was the fact that with every earth-shattering thrust from her futa master, all the cum that had been pumped into her hosed from the stretched corners of her ruined cunt.
Luisa was so close she felt like she could cry. Her teeth were grit painfully, and she felt like if she strained anymore, her muscles might literally pop from her skin. She couldn’t fuck any faster, her body barely recognizable she pistoned with such extreme speed. The chunks of wall hitting her barely registered; every part of her was focused on the orgasm she was chasing. Then something new happened, something she had been trying to accomplish since she had gotten into this position: with one last mighty thrust she hilted inside of the slut. Lou wasn’t sure how it happened, she wasn’t even sure how it was possible, but every inch of her massive cock was stuffed inside of Grace, the succubus’s fat cheeks pressed flat against her shelf-like abs.
Luisa roared.
Her entire body rumbled. From her balls, which were practically wider than she was, through her tree trunk of a cock, which gained more length and girth as cum raced up it, expanding her urethra painfully, up to her head, which she threw back with a loud cry. Her hands gripped the wooden beams in the wall so hard they shattered, and her entire body fell forward, tearing through more of the cheap plaster. Laying on top of Grace, pressing her as deeply into the mattress as she could go, Lou finally began to cum.
If Luisa, Grace, or anyone else who had witnessed her last orgasm thought it was a huge one, this one put it to shame in mere seconds. Her cock, which she had so proudly sheathed totally and completely inside of Grace, was so ridiculously giant that it forced the skin of the busty slut’s chest to stretch out more than a foot past her face, making her look more cock than person. And then this enormous mass of pure, unbridled fuckmeat was hidden. It was hidden by the multitudes of gallons of cum that Luisa released all at once.
What the futa released couldn’t even be called shots. It couldn’t be called spurts, blasts, sprays – it was more like someone using a fireman’s hose to unleash her churning load. The boiling hot sludge demolished Grace’s womb, stretching and swelling it to an unrecognizable shape. The succubus looked like she chugged a bathtub in a second, and her stomach resembled this. It lifted her up, raising both her and Luisa off the ground, even while the muscled futa continued to rut inside of her. It grew and grew, taking up the entire mattress, actually pushing Charlene and Paul off of the bed. They had to scramble to get out of the way, almost fearful that if they didn’t that might be squashed or suffocated under the mass of expanding flesh.
By the time Luisa’s first so-called ‘shot’ ended, Grace was big enough to be a bed herself. And as Luisa’s second shot began, filling the supernatural being even more, the masses of cum spurting from around her cock nowhere near enough to slow the torrent, Grace’s body began to transform once again. Just as before, her breasts and ass grew while the rest of her stayed the same. Her tits became bed-sized, easily large enough to render the succubus near-immobile, her red nipples lengthening enough to look like penises themselves; although they still looked miniscule compared to the insane mass of flesh they were attached too. Her ass fattened at the same time, swallowing her tails in its consuming cleavage, and hanging low enough to almost encompass the entire back of her thighs.
If Grace’s body had been obscene at the start of the night, it was now barely recognizable as human by now.
Regaining some bit of her sense, Luisa started to pull herself off of the growing succubus. As much as her body had tried to convert the futa’s boiling hot essence into new flesh once again, it still wasn’t enough, and she was inflating to a dangerous level. Standing up, her cock still plugged into the slut’s cunt, bucking and writhing in its tight confines, Lusia began to move backward. With her plaster-covered hands wrapped around the base of her cock, she had to take several large steps back before her cock completely dislodged from Grace’s spasming, still-squirting cunt. Eyeing her handiwork with a satisfied smile, Luisa aimed her cum-bazooka at Grace’s inhuman form.
She wasn’t done yet!
Gush after gush of cum fired from the end of her cock. She aimed it down, naturally, but her potent cream still managed to splash around the room. The wall she had destroyed in her lust-filled insanity looked almost repaired as her thick sludge painted over it, sealing the hole her fists had made. The ground was splattered with her seed, slowly filling the room up. All of the trash, clothes and other miscellaneous items on the floor were washed away, hidden beneath waves of milky essence; and this wasn’t even speaking of what happened to Grace.
The succubus, who looked more like a head attached to a pair of person-sized tits and beach ball-sized ass cheeks, couldn’t escape a fresh painting either. Even with her enlarged form, which hid the bed below her completely, she was still completely drenched in Luisa’s sperm. Every inch of her was covered, and she quickly resembled a hill of gooey snow. Even after she was hidden under Luisa’s progeny, the futa’s orgasm still didn’t stop. She continued to layer her with inch after inch of her seed, rendering her fully unrecognizable, the only signs of life under the mountain of cum being random bubbles popping at its surface from where Luisa assumed Grace’s head was. Luisa didn’t stop covering her target until her orgasm ended after who knows how many minutes, and still bucket loads of her virile sludge belched from her inflated cockhead.
She admired her new inhuman output proudly.
“Damn girl how can you cum so much!?” Char yelled from the other side of the room, wiping the futa’s seed off of her legs.
“I don’t know,” Luisa reached down and patted her rumbling cum factories, which rested on the floor like a pair of medicine balls, “but these babies aren’t empty yet!”
“Well shit, I hate to admit it…” Paul started, standing up and looking down at his hardening cock, “but I think you’re little show got me wanting more!”
“Shit, I’m still up for more! How about you guys?”
“Yeah I think I am,” Paul said looking down at Charlene, “I’m still pretty damn hard.”
“Fuck, I guess I can go some more too!” Char stood up, her own cock sticking from her crotch hard as stone, “Maybe we can double-team her pussy now that Luisa fucking stretched it wider than the Grand Canyon!”
“Then I guess I’m taking that ass! Wonder if I’ll fit?”
“I wonder how much more we can make her grow?”
“Only one way to find out!”
The trio descended on the succubus once more…