Jennifer, Jen to her friends, sighed as she trudged across campus towards the biology building like a condemned prisoner going to the noose. She still had no idea how she had managed to let her grade in biology slip so much that she needed to bring it up from a B. She had never gotten below an A on anything in her life, until her first biology test when she had earned a C. A freaking C!
She could remember taking that test like it was yesterday. She had been exhausted from having to spend the night at the library. Her roommate, Martina, had been screwing some jock in their room and had hung a bra that Jen considered to be almost offensively large from the doorknob to make sure they weren’t disturbed. Not that the bra was needed, Jen had been able to hear all the noise from their copulation right there in the hall, the banging of the bed, the grunts, and the moans. Honestly, she was surprised one of the neighbors hadn’t complained, especially since it was going on every time that Jen had made her way from the library back to the dorms to check.
Just remembering the night was enough to make Jen’s blood boil. Why had she ever agreed to that arrangement? It should have been obvious from the start that Martina was going to be one of the popular girls. Martina was an italian foreign exchange student who had come over to study fashion and she looked every bit the part and then some. She was tall and deceptively slender, with dark hair, dark eyes, and that italian olive skinned complexion. To top it off she was blessed with an exceptionally impressive chest and a shapely behind which had unfairly been attached to a girl that could eat anything she wanted and stay so slim that she actually had a six pack!
Jen’s pace slowed to a halt as she came to the double doors leading into the large brick building, allowing her a moment to glance at her reflection in the glass. She was nearly as opposite from her gorgeous roommate as it was possible to be. She was Chinese American with light brown almond shaped eyes, a heart shaped face, and long black hair. She had all the shape of a stick and the warm clothing she wore did nothing to help her in that department. She looked like a walking stereotype, short dark haired Asian girl with no boobs, a flat butt, and no curves. She had thought that college was a chance to be someone new, that she would be going out all the time, meeting new people, all the things the brochures and websites said. She was rudely disabused of that notion. She was the same person at college as she had been at home; living away from her parents certainly had not changed that.
With a shake of her head Jen reached forward and pulled the door open to head into the lobby. A short wait at the elevator and then a quick ride up to the sixth floor found her standing outside the locked biology lab. She lifted her phone to look at the time, 4:57. She was technically 3 minutes early, but she still expected to find one of Dr. Gram’s TAs there already. She tucked her phone back in her pocket and leaned against the wall to wait.
About 10 minutes later a tall, clean shaven blonde haired young man in his mid 20s came walking up, “Sorry about that, Jen. Office hours ran a little late,” he explained as he fiddled with his keys. He stood around six feet tall and had the build of someone that used to be athletic, but had instead found the wonders of beer and pizza.
“No problem, Brad,” said Jen with a smile up at him as she pushed herself away from the wall and moved to follow him into the lab.
“On the positive side, it should be an easy evening for you,” said Brad with a smile over his shoulder to Jen before stepping through the door and flicking on the light.
The room was dominated by industrial looking shelves filled with cages containing lab mice. The animals were kept a couple to each cage and the whole room carried the faint smell of them. Any area not taken up by the animals was in turn taken up by lab equipment and work areas.
“We’re testing a compound that Dr. Gram thinks has promise with treating some of the symptoms of ALS,”said Brad as he made his way further into the room, dropping his keys on the nearest counter.
“Okay,” replied Jen as she glanced around, feeling more than a little hesitant about the idea of being alone with all these little critters for so long. “Is there-” Jen began to ask only to be cut off.
Brad continued without bothering to pause for questions, “They were just given their first dose this morning so all you’ll need to do is record any observations about changes in the animals. It’s all being done with CRISPR.”
“Is there, ah, anything I should be looking for?” asked Jen when Brad finally paused long enough for her to get in a question.
“Just the usual, changes in behavior or any physical signs. Honestly no one is expecting much of anything this early in the process,” explained Brad as he made his way over to the fridge in the corner and opened it. “At the same time though, if there is some sort of reaction we don’t want to miss it.”
“Alright,” said Jen with a slow nod. I guess this won’t be too bad. Just watching lab animals… maybe I can even get some studying in. “Should I fill something specific out?”
Brad was already a step ahead of Jen and logging into one of the computers as she asked, “Sure, you’ll fill out this form for any changes that you notice,” as he spoke he pulled up a lab assistant program. It looked like it had all the starting vitals for each animal include size, weight, gender, eye color, and any distinct markings.
Jen stepped nearer to Brad and watched as he right clicked on one of the subject names and it displayed a menu allowing her, among other things, to add an observation. “Okay,” she said, “That seems pretty easy.”
“It is,” replied Brad as he straightened and motioned towards the animals, “So far we’ve not really seen any physical or behavioral changes so I doubt you’ll have much to do.”
Jen nodded slowly and finally settled her backpack down onto the counter beside the computer, “Okay, so just watch. What time do I need to stay until?”
“You’ll need to stay to at least midnight,” replied Brad with a sad smile down at Jen. “I know, not how you probably want to spend your Friday,” he said before looking back towards the mice.
“I’d just be studying anyway,” replied Jen with a shrug as she dropped down onto the chair and started fiddling with the computer.
“Well, just email the group if anything comes up,” said Brad as he watched Jen get settled, “Otherwise I guess I’ll see you Monday.” He was already reaching for his keys, clearly ready to be off.
“Sure, see ya Monday,” replied Jen, waving at Brad as he headed out the door. He must have a date or something she thought before turning her attention towards the mice. They were far from cute, but they weren’t so bad for things that usually sent people screaming and standing on chairs. These ones might even help crack the treatment for a disease and despite Jen’s frustration with having to be there in the first place, that idea was pretty neat..
The next few hours were beyond boring. Jen fell into a route that every hour she would get up and walk along the cages, trying to see if there were any noticeable changes in any of the mice. Between inspections she would find her way back to the computer and search the web or try and study.
About 5 and a half hours into her vigil and, as Brad had said, nothing happened worth noting. The internet had not yielded up anything interesting in at least 20 minutes and so Jen found herself looking more closely at the caged mice. One particular yellow mouse had caught her eye as it seemed to be eating and drinking far more than any of its cage mates or any of the other mice for that matter.
Jen watched it for a few more minutes as she considered what to do. Should she just record the observation? Should she weigh it? Brad hadn’t really said much about getting real numbers, but didn’t scientists always want real data?
Jen turned and pulled up the information on the yellow mouse. It was given a number, 66, but otherwise everything was in line with the other females. She took a few moments to add a note that it seemed to be eating and drinking far more than any of the other mice and was just about to click the okay button when a furious set of squeaks drew her attention back to the cage.
One of the other cage mates was squeaking at the yellow mouse before suddenly they were fighting. Without thinking Jen rushed over to the cage and reached inside to separate the two mice. 66 was on top of the other mouse when Jen’s hand wrapped around her and she gave Jen’s finger a vicious bite for interrupting her.
“Ouch!” shouted Jen as she nearly dropped the yellow mouse, “That hurt you little bitch!”
The mouse, of course, said nothing, but it continued to thrash about in Jen’s grasp, smearing its yellow fur with the red of Jen’s blood. Jen moved to push the mouse into a smaller isolated container when she noticed that 66, which was supposed to be a girl, had rather obviously been mislabeled. “Guess you’re actually a bastard,” she said, thrusting the mouse into the cage and closing the door, “And a big one at that.”
“Damn it,” muttered Jen as she pulled a paper towel out of a holder from over the nearest sink and pressed into her bleeding finger. The mess contained she turned to rummage through the various workstations looking for a band aid. It took a few minutes but eventually she found a small first-aid kit which she used to clean and bandage the bite.
First-aid administered Jen turned back to look at the yellow mouse. “Don’t know what got into you,” she said, watching as the mouse went right back to eating from the now fresh batch of food available in the cage. She took a minute to go back to the other cage and check on the mouse that had been attacked, mouse 65. It looked fine, in fact… as Jen looked closer, maybe it was not actually an attack but a mating attempt? It was hard to tell given that she knew nothing about mice or their mating habits. What she did know was that there was no sign of any blood on mouse 65 and it looked to be completely fine.
Sighing and cursing the misfortune that had her spending her evening in the lab, Jen turned back to the computer. She noted on mouse 65 that it had been attacked and then pulled up the data on mouse 66 again. She frowned as she reread the data captured on it including its overall size and gender, along with her note that it had been eating more than the others. She made a second note both that the gender had been misassigned (How in the world did they miss that?) and that it fought with the other mouse in its cage.
The excitement over, Jen tried to go back to surfing the net, but something about mouse 66 kept drawing her attention back to the yellow test subject. It had finished off all the food and most of the water in the cage and was now laying in the corner apparently asleep.
Jen lifted a hand to wipe sweat from her brow and frowned. When did it get so hot in here, she thought to herself as her stomach gave a low rumble. She looked at the clock again, nearly 11. Only another hour to go and then she could head back to her dorm. She really was not feeling great though. Her face felt flushed and while only a moment before she felt hot now she was filling a chills. She glanced over at the now sleeping mouse that she had separated from the others and could not help but agree that sleep would be a good idea.
Jen chewed her lower lip as she typed up a quick email to Brad and the other TA, letting them know that she didn’t feel well and that she was leaving at 11 instead of midnight. She hoped that it wouldn’t hurt her chances of getting extra credit, but if it did she could tackle that later.
The email finished, Jen punched send and grabbed her backpack to head for the door. Her arm felt like jello as she pushed the door open a let it swing closed behind her. Not only that, but the heat was back, making sweat bead on her forehead as she made her way through the building, only to end up shivering in misery again as she waited for the elevator.
Jen trudged out of the biology building alternating between shivering with chills and sweating as she stumbled out into the cool clear night. No one was around. This late, all the students were out partying on High Street while all the professors and administrators were at home with their families. Jen’s stomach rumbled once more and, for the briefest of instances, she marveled at how she could feel both sick and yet still be so hungry. She wasted no time trying to figure it out as she set off immediately for the dorms where both food and a bed awaited.
The walk was not overly long, but it did take Jen along the top of High Street. Her dorm, nicknamed the Baxter House, had been an old frat house a few years ago. It was situated at the top of High Street and the bottom of Greek Row. Now that the university owned it the place had been turned into an all girls dormitory that was filled mostly with foreign exchange students. Jen had just gotten ‘lucky’ or so all her friends said to be in the fun, party dorm.
Jen got more than a few looks as she hurried to her dorm. Everyone that was out and about was dressed to go to the bars at this point, with girls in short, tight, skirts and heavy makeup while the guys were largely wearing button down shirts, jeans, and the occasional light jacket. It made for an interesting sight, but Jen was in no mood to appreciate any of it as she made a beeline for the front of her dorm.
Jen fumbled with her student ID as she tried to swipe it at the door. Embarrassingly it took her three tries before the light flicked green and she heard the click of the lock disengaging. The room spun as she stepped into the entry hall of the old frat house and for a moment she thought that she was going to fall. She clutched onto the wall, waiting for the room to stop spinning and trying not to hurl all over the floor.
A minute passed, then two before Jen finally felt up for trying the stairs. She clutched the handrail like a drowning man grasping for a life preserver as she traversed them. Luckily her room was on the second floor so it was only a single flight of stairs; unfortunately it was all the way at the opposite end of the hall so she would have to run the gauntlet.
Jen slumped through the stairwell door of her floor only to find her hall filled with various people. Many of the room doors stood open as girls talked with one another or moved to and from the bathroom. More than a few still had towels wrapped around them or wore bathrobes with a towel wrapped around there head. It was clear that most everyone on the floor was going out. Jen briefly tried to recall if she had been invited or not, but came up blank. Her stomach gave another low rumble and the question skirted from her mind like water across a hot pan. She took a stumbling step, then another, slowly lurching her way down the hall.
One of the girls, Haley, Jen thought her name was, noticed Jen and gasped, “Jen, are you okay?”
“Yeah, just don’t feel good,” replied Jen as Haley, who was clad in a bathrobe but with nearly complete makeup on, came to help steady her.
“What happened?” asked Haley as the other girls gave the pair room to get down the hall. “I thought you didn’t drink.”
“Just don’t feel good,” repeated Jen as though it were her mantra and not an obvious statement of fact.
“Okay,” said Haley doubtfully as they reached Jen’s room, which thankfully did not have one of Martina’s bras hanging from the doorknob. The pair pushed inside and Haley guided Jen to Jen’s bed, “Just try and get some sleep and, like, make sure to stay on your side.”
“Alright,” said Jen as she felt the soft comfortable support of her bed beneath her. Her stomach gave another low rumble but Jen was too far gone to try and find food. She struggled to stay awake as darkness closed in on her.
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Jen blinked awake to see a completely dark room. Her stomach gave a low rumble as she glanced down, only vaguely remembering the trip back to her room. She had not even bothered getting into pajamas before she fell asleep and so she was still dressed in her usual jeans and a t-shirt, now damp with sweat.
Fumbling in her pocket Jen fished out her phone and clicked it on. She saw the time was 12:05 AM, so she had only been asleep for about an hour. She certainly did not feel rested but she knew what had caused her to wake up. Her stomach felt as though it has been turned inside out. She was not sure she had ever been this hungry.
Jen tucked her phone away and reached to turn on the lamp beside her bed. It came on with a click and the light momentarily caused Jen’s eyes to scream in protest. She closed them and then opened just her right eye as she tried to get off the bed. Her clothes were uncomfortable and sticky, but she paid them no mind, instead turning her attention to her single eyed search for food.
Jen had several snacks tucked away and she opened up a candy bar and began hungrily devouring it while using her other hand to rummage about and find a cup of noodles. The cup went into the microwave just as she finished the candy bar. This began the shockingly quick process by which she proceeded to eat all the food in her dorm room. Candy, chips, noodles, anything she could get her hands on. When her food ran out she turned to Martina’s food, which was honestly more of the same, just with Italian flavors instead of Chinese. Martina’s food held up no better than Jen’s and, after about 40 minutes of nonstop eating she laid back down on her bed, not exactly full, but at least no longer starving.
Jen lounged for a few more minutes nearly panting from the effort of stuffing her face with so much food. She could already feel sleep tugging at her eyes and fogging her brain, but this time she wanted to get into her pajamas instead of sleeping in her clothes. So she pushed herself up and stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt only to find herself staring at her lingerie clad reflection in the mirror. Where normally a stick thin Asian girl stared back at her, now a stick thin Asian girl with a massively bloated belly stared out instead. She gulped as she turned to the side, her eyes seeing but her mind just not comprehending at how distended her abdomen was. Her belly stood out far beyond what her tiny breasts did, she almost could not even see her toes when she looked down. Had she really eaten that much food?
Deciding that she would deal with the fallout tomorrow Jen unclasped her bra and tossed it into her dirty laundry before pulling on a pair of little gym shorts and a loose t-shirt with Winne the Pooh emblazoned across it. That done she climbed back into bed, turned off the light, and was asleep within moments.
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A loud thud against the door woke Jen from her near comatose state. She could hear someone fiddling with the doorknob and soft moans coming from the other side before the door. After another moment or two the door swung open and beams of light lanced across the room, falling on Martina’s empty bed. There, silhouetted in the door, was the outline of a massive man, Kevin, that Jen had been introduced to a few weeks ago. His head was only a few inches from the top of the door and his shoulders nearly filled it from frame to frame. Pressed against the massive man was Martina, her legs were wrapped around his waist and she had one hand wrapped around his bulging shoulder while the other was tugging at her bra which he must have already been unfastened.
“Damn it,” uttered the woman under her breath as she pulled her lips away from the man holding her up so that she could more easily fish out her bra from beneath the tight shirt she was wearing. It took her only a moment and she flung the large undergarment onto the doorknob then nudged the door closed with one foot.
“Do you smell that?” asked Kevin curiously as he carried Martina towards the bed.
“So? Jen must have an air freshener or something,” replied Martina as she began to grind her hips against Kevin’s, even off to the side Jen could see that the motion did interesting things to Martina’s body and caused Kevin to step more urgently.
The pair shuffled towards the empty bed, not noticing that Jen was occupying her bed in the dark room, but honestly, Jen doubted they would have cared if they did notice her as, judging by the smell of booze wafting from them they were more than a little drunk. They dropped heavily onto the bed and Jen watched in amazement and more than a little envy as the big jock brought his hands down to Martina’s shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
Despite the dark room, Jen could make out Martina’s large perky breasts as the shirt came free. They were so large that even Kevin’s giant hands could not cup them entirely. Her shapely breasts were capped with light brown nipples that looked like they could cut glass.
Martina whimpered softly as the large man began to kiss down along her neck, slowly working his way lower, down along the upper slopes of her bare breasts, and then stopping to concentrate on Martina’s nipples. All the while Martina was frantically grabbing at his back and shirt, trying to pull it over his head as she ground her hips into him.
As frustrated as Jen was with Martina she had to admit, the woman was hot and the big man making out with her, while not exactly an intellectual, was not bad looking either. She took her lower lip into her mouth and bit down nervously as her hand worked its way downward, passing across her flat stomach (thank god! But how?), along her mons, and finally to rub gently at her little clit. It was so exciting to watch the two right there in the bed next to hers and her whole body felt like it was aflame with desire.
Kevin pulled away from Martina long enough to let her pull his shirt over his head, revealing his heavily muscled body which seemed to drive Martina crazy. She leaned forward and began frantically working at his belt while at the same time he dropped a hand between her legs to press and rub against her pussy through her tight jeans.
It took Martina only a couple moments to unfasten Kevin’s jeans and when she did he leaned back, allowing her easy access as she fished out his rock hard member from his pants. Either Kevin had not been using steroids to get his muscles or their affect was greatly exaggerated as the cock that Martina flopped out of his pants looked like it should belong in a porn video. It was long and fat, easily longer than Martina’s slim hand and so wide that her fingers could not close around it, a fact that become obvious as she began to work her hand up and down his shaft, “Oh fuck, I love this big dick, Kev,” cooed Martina, her voice throaty with lust.
“Suck it, Baby,” grunted Kevin as he leaned back further, showing off his muscular abdomen in the faint moonlight coming through the window.
Martina leaned forward without hesitation at Kevin’s urging and took the head of his cock into her mouth while at the same time she did her best to wrap her hand around the base of his fat shaft. In moments she was bobbing up and down while slurping noisily on the man’s meaty pole and Kevin was lost to the pleasuring running up his body.
Jen continued to work her fingers over her little clit, making gentle whimpering sounds that were lost on Martina and Kevin due to the noisy blowjob that was happening in the next bed. The heat in her body continued to build until Jen felt like she was going to explode when suddenly she felt something else. Her chest began to tingle and her first thought was that she was having a heart attack. She lifted a hand to find that her normally flat chest was not as flat as she remembered as with each indrawn breath breasts swelled larger and larger, already her breasts felt near the size of an orange and they showed no signs of stopping. She arched her back, pressing out her new breasts as they swelled past grapefruit size and pushed towards the size of honeydew melons.
Then, just as suddenly as before, it was not only her breasts tingling. Her entire body began to grow, causing her to writhe in place as her legs lengthened, shoulders broadened, and her butt firmed. She could feel her growing body sliding along the sheets of the bed and gradually the realization came to her that she was moaning loudly; she also realized she did not care. She was too far gone, lost to her own pleasure. Her head pushed against the headboard of her small bed as at the same time her feet extended past the end of the mattress, hanging in midair as they continued to inch further and further outward.
Jen drew in a ragged breath the growth ground to a halt Her head was pressed hard against the headboard while her feet, calves and knees extended past the end of the bed. Her chest, even on her newly enlarged body was impressive, extending well past her torso and still retaining some shape despite the fact that she was laying on her back.
Jen looked over towards the other bed to find Kevin and Martina staring at her with nearly identical, open mouthed, saucer eyed looks on their faces. At some point while Jen was distracted Martina had apparently stopped blowing Kevin so that she could stare at what was happening to Jen instead.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything to try and explain herself when the burning returned to her body with a vengeance. She curled into a fetal position, letting out a whimpering moan of pain as every muscle in her body cramped and flexed. Her muscles bulged as they grew firmer, toning her arms, legs, back, abdomen, and butt. With each beat of her heart they hardened further until they began to grow, tacking on pounds of solid muscle to her once frail frame, giving her the look of a fitness competitor that had spent years in the gym instead of years in the library.
After what felt like an eternity to Jen but was in fact only a few seconds the cramping pain began to fade and the burning returned. This time though it was concentrated just above Jen’s soaked pussy.
The burning began to intensify, stealing her breath away as a lump began to press out from her mons. The small lump continued to lengthen and thicken, adding inches as it grew while veins began to crisscross its surface. A heavy ridge formed a few inches down and suddenly Jen could recognize it for what it was, a full fledged, uncut cock! Jen let out another small whimpering moan, this one tinged with horror, as her new cock continued to swell and lengthen. It grew larger and larger, six inches, eight, it showed no signs of stopping as it pushed past 12 inches, finally as it reached towards 16 inches the growth seemed to taper off, leaving the breathless woman with a towering pillar of thick girl cock that a stallion would envy.
Frantically Jen reached down below her massive cock, afraid that in all the growth it had stolen away her womanhood, only to sigh in relief as she found her pussy still there. In fact, it was completely soaked and as she placed her fingers near her opening it took all her willpower not to push her fingers inside and start fingering herself.
While Jen was exploring her new anatomy Martina gave Kevin’s cock a few quick pumps of her hand before looking up to find him still staring slack jawed at Jen’s bed. “Just ignore her and get my pants off. I don’t care if she’s watching, I want this big cock.”
Jen pushed back the covers from her body and rose from the small bed. Jen’s once baggy shirt now clung tightly to her large breasts which had lifted it so high that her chiseled abdomen and half of her perky breasts were uncovered. Her once comfortable athletic shorts looked to have been painted on and the gentle shape of her pussy lips could be seen forming a damp cameltoe. Her head nearly touched the ceiling and if someone had told Kevin that Jen was showing a mile of long smooth leg he would have believed them. The most shocking thing about her appearance though was the ragingly erect cock sprouting from her groin, a pillar of steel hard flesh, angled upwards by the band of her shorts and panties so that it rose upwards between her breasts, even on Jen’s now giant body that massive cock looked out of place due to its sheer size and thickness.
“I think I’ve got a bigger one for you,” said Jen, her voice deeper and richer than it was before. She moved across the room, pushed by instinct and the driving needs of her body, only thinking about what it would feel like to bury her huge cock in Martina’s tight pussy.
“I’m not into dildos,” stated Martina with more than a little contempt as she finally tore her attention from Kevin’s cock to find her now giant roommate sporting an erection that would make a horse jealous. “H-how?”
“Does it matter?” asked Jen as she stood before Martina and Kevin. Her huge cock bobbed with her ragged breathing and with every breath Kevin could not help but wonder if her shirt would succumb to the pressure that was being exerted on it by Jen’s newly enlarged breasts.
Martina drew in a deep breath, tasting that sweet order that seemed to fill the room now. She had every intention of responding that yes in fact it did very much matter. If she was going to play with girls it wasn’t going to be with some nerdy Asian chick when her brain finally seemed to catch up with her eyes. Her roommate was bordering on a giant, with tits that made even Martina’s own look average at best, and that cock… it was huge. She was not sure if it was the size of the cock, the alcohol from earlier in the night, or something with that wonderful sweet smell that had filled the room, but suddenly she found herself not caring in the slightest about the how’s of the situation, like how had Jen suddenly found herself with a cock or how had Jen gotten so big. Martina’s vision seemed to darken into a tunnel, leaving only the sight of the two cocks in front of her. There was no real comparison between the two, Jen was more than double Kevin’s length and likely triple his girth and so Martina knew what to do. All she had ever wanted was a big dick to stretch her out, own her, take her and Jen’s cock was the biggest she had ever seen. Bigger than she had even dared imagined.
Martina leaned forward and took Jen’s huge log in both hands, cooing softly in delight, “Oh god, Jen, it’s so big and hard. Where have you been hiding this?”
Kevin fell back in amazement as Martina moved from playing with his dick to sucking her giant roommate’s schlong. He knew he should be angry, maybe even try and fight or run away, but for some reason he just could not bring himself to do more than watch the two beautiful women. He watched Jen in amazement as she reached up to her straining shirt with both hands and gave it an effortless tug. The sound of ripping fabric and popping stitches filled the room as the garment tore away to reveal Jen’s large breasts. While their size was impressive their shape was equally so, they were slightly fuller on the bottom than at the top and set near enough together that even without support she had a valley of cleavage between them.
Jen’s mind was too addled by lust to respond to Martina and Martina did not really care about the answer anyway. She shifted forward onto the edge of her bed so that she could bring her mouth to the tip of Jen’s cock. Even just the helmet of the huge organ was too big for her to get into her mouth so she began to run her tongue up and down along the head, slurping up all the precum that was oozing from the slit. “It tastes so good,” she moaned softly as she began to grind her hips down into the bed, trying to stimulate her soaked pussy while she lavished Jen’s massive love pole with attention.
As Martina was admiring and tasting Jen’s cock, Jen took a moment to cup her breasts in her hands and marvel at their size and firmness. Despite the size of her hands tit flesh flowed out between her fingers and around her palms. Not content with just being topless she reached down and with a lazy effortless motion tore both her overly tight shorts and her overmatched panties away, giving Kevin and Martina a look at her long, muscular legs and hairless pussy which nestled below the base of her gargantuan cock.
“Your turn,” said Jen as she reached down to grab Martina by the waist and pull her closer. The Italian woman was as light as a child in her hands. Jen found herself having to be careful as she tugged on Martina’s pants in order to keep from simply ripping them off. She was delighted to find Martina wearing a tiny black thong which was completely soaked and which had been veritably devoured by the soaked lips of Martina’s pussy.
“Please,” begged Martina as she reached for Jen’s shoulders, pulling herself into Jen so that her naked body was pressed against the larger woman, allowing Martina’s perky bell shaped breasts to be dwarfed by Jen’s while placing her drenched pussy against the base of Jen’s shaft, only the little thong separating their skin. “Please fuck me. I need that big cock inside me.”
Jen let out a soft groan as Martina began to try and push herself forward and back along Jen’s veiny shaft. The feeling of Martina’s slick pussy against her new dick was amazing and Jen used her hold on Martina’s hips to begin moving her forward and back more quickly, each stroke making her travel the entire length of her formidable shaft.
“Fuck me, Jen,” begged Martina again, just the feeling of that huge cock against her needy pussy was drawing her towards the edge of an orgasm. “I need it, please!”
Not needing any more urging than that Jen lifted Martina from her cock and laid her on the bed. She had always thought Martina had huge boobs and as the Italian woman laid back along the bed and arched her back invitingly Jen could not help but admire their size and shape. “Come here,” Jen said, her voice low and needy, reaching out to pull Martina towards her by the hips, huge cock settling along Martina’s abdomen where it traced up to push against the bottom of her shapely breasts.
“Careful,” said Martina as she stroked along Jen’s cock with one hand, the other was pulling the soaked thong aside “I’ve never had anything that big inside me.”
Jen pulled back to run the helmet of her monster cock along Martina’s slit, coating her head in Marnita’s juices while also coating Martina’s labia with precum. Martina pushed herself onto her elbows to watch as Jen pressed forward. Her pussy gave way before Jen’s monstrous pussy stretcher lips parting painfully slowly. The feeling was pleasure mixed with just a hint of pain as she was stretched more with just the head of Jen’s massive cock than she had ever been before.
“I’m going to cum,” moaned Martina as Jen managed to get the entire head of her oversized cock inside Martina’s cunt. The feeling of being so full was simply too much for Martina to handle and as Jen pushed another inch inside of her, Martina’s pussy clamped down hard and her body began to spasm.
Jen did not stop trying to force more of her huge shaft into Martina even while the other woman was spasming through an orgasm. Instead she used the added lubrication to sink a few more inches into her, “Oh god, Martina, you feel amazing,” she moaned as she reversed direction, beginning to pull herself back out only to push forward into her again.
“Go slow,” urged Martina, but Jen was too far gone to listen. Each forward stroke drove another inch of extremely thick, cock deep into Martina’s already overly stuffed pussy, stretching Martina further, filling her beyond anything she had ever imagined. Martina’s body clamped down hard on Jen’s cock as each stroke triggered a new orgasm until they blurred one into the next and it was just waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing in rhythm with Jen’s thrusts.
Jen left one hand on Martina’s waist to help keep her in place while lifting the other hand up to cup Martina’s large breast, exploring the feel of another woman’s breasts as Martina’s body bounced up and down with each stroke of Jen’s huge cock. She looked down to see that somehow Martina had actually managed to take more than half of her thick cock, leaving a white creamy ring around it as if marking it for some sort of contest.
Yet while Martina was lost in the pure bliss of a seemingly endless orgasm, Jen still felt… unsatisfied. Like there was something missing and it was that feeling that drew Jen’s gaze to Kevin.
Kevin had shifted to the edge of the bed, trying to give Martina and Jen enough room on the relatively small bed while at the same time still get a good look at them both. The sight of two gorgeous women having sex just inches away from him was amazingly erotic and likely would have been even more so had one of them not been sporting an erection that put him to shame. Still, he found his hand making its way down to his cock so that he could begin masturbating while Jen pounded and stretched Martina’s pussy in ways that he never could.
While Jen continued to hammer in and out of Martina’s little pussy she reached towards Kevin and to her surprise she managed to grab hold of his shoulder so that she could pull him towards her. Where Martina had felt light in Jen’s hands, Kevin was heavier, more solid, but even so Jen managed with only a single hand to pull him near enough that she could lean down and press her lips to his.
The size reversal for both Jen and Kevin along with Jen’s continued rhythmic thrusting forward and back inside Martina made for an awkward first kiss. It did not take long though for both to adjust. Soon Kevin’s tongue was snaking out to twirl around Jen’s as his hands began to explore her naked body, taking care to not impede her movements and to stay away from her fat cock, which quite frankly intimidated him more than a little.
The kiss lingered for longer than either of them realized, punctuated by the frequent moans of Martina as she shuddered through yet another orgasm. After a time Jen pulled back, chest heaving, breasts bouncing with her continued thrusting, as she moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his cock.
Jen had seen a couple of penises (aside from those on the internet) and they had all been much smaller than Kevin, still, she could not help but let her gaze glance from Kevin’s member down to her own monstrous shaft. She clearly dwarfed him in every dimension. She had more cock sticking out of Martina than Kevin had overall, and while he was thicker than any man she had ever been with her huge appendage made him look slender by comparison. Still, Jen did not mind in the slightest. In fact, she was pleased with Kevin’s size, large enough to be a very interesting change of pace, but not so large as to be difficult to manage, especially given her new size. She wrapped her hand about his shaft and, unlike her own cock, she was able to easily encircle Kevin’s member. She gave it a few firm strokes before uttering, “I want you.”
It took Kevin a minute to truly understand what Jen was saying and before his brain even had a moment to check in with his mouth he was saying, “Okay!”
Jen laughed as she leaned forward over Martina, shifting the angle that she was thrusting into the slim Italian woman, allowing Jen to see the bulge that the massive helmet of her huge cock caused along Martina’s lightly muscled abdomen. The position also allowed Kevin, who quickly moved behind Jen, to see Jen’s soaked pussy which glistened faintly in the light.
Kevin wasted no time as he placed his cock at Jen’s soaked entrance and pressed forward. Unlike his first time with Martina which took a considerable amount of lube and patience to get his cock inside her, with Jen he slid right in. In fact, it felt more like she was sucking him into her deep love tunnel than it did like he was forcing his way in. Her cunt was hot and velvety smooth and from the moment he entered her it felt like her muscles were doing everything they could to coax a load from him, “Fuck, you feel good.”
Martina moaned softly and reached up to wrap her arms around Jen’s torso, arching her back so that she could once more press her breasts into Jen’s, “Oh god, oh god,” she uttered softly, occasionally switching to Italian to mumble something incoherent.
It took Kevin and Jen a few tries to get their thrusts in sync with one another as at first he kept slipping free when she would thrust forward into Martina at the same time that he was pulling back. It required his strokes to be relatively slow, given how much less cock he was working with than she was, but he adapted.
Jen basked in the dual sensation of both taking Martina’s pussy and being taken from behind by Kevin. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her and suddenly Jen could feel subtle twinges of pleasure building just behind the sensitive ridge of the head of her cock and another just under her massive shaft in her little clit. With each stroke the pleasure began to build, encouraging her to go faster and faster, causing her to pound harder and harder into Martina who Jen was shocked to find was screaming in pleasure while Kevin tried his best to keep up the frantic pace. The pleasure built to a crescendo, the two sources of pleasure joining together as one, and then suddenly Jen felt something deep in her abdomen contract, her already huge cock swell even further, and before she could even utter a warning hot cum was traveling up her massive shaft as her pussy clamped down -hard- on Kevin’s cock.
Jen’s first blast of cum dumped more cum into Martina than Kevin had done the entire time they had been together. The second was so copious that Martina’s flat tummy began to bulge slightly as Jen’s monstrous cock acted like a stopper and kept her entire load inside the Italian woman.
While Jen’s orgasm wracked her body Kevin tried with all his might to think of anything other than the two beautiful women orgasming beneath him, but no amount of baseball or math or anything else was enough to keep his orgasm away. He lasted only three more thrusts before his balls lifted and he fired off his meager load into Jen’s spasming pussy. His orgasm spent he slumped forward onto Jen and Martina, panting from the exertion of trying to keep up with Jen.
Jen’s orgasm continued well past her second shot of cum into Martina. In fact, it lasted for nearly a minute and dumped enough cum into Martina that her once flat stomach bulged outward from the sheer volume of Jen’s load to press against Jen’s muscled abdomen above her.
With an audible groan Kevin straightened, his cock quickly softening as he pulled back from Jen’s soaked pussy, “That was…” he began, before realizing that he honestly had no idea how to describe what had just happened, “wow.”
Jen’s pussy was soaked and as Kevin pulled out a few pearly white drops of cum joined her own juices to flow down her long legs, coating her inner thighs in a slippery combination of their fluids. She straightened her arm so that she could look down at Martina only to find the woman with her eyes closed and a look of such contentment on her face that Jen was hesitant to do anything to disturb it. She looked back over her shoulder at Kevin, “You can say that again,” she said with a rather dazzling smile.
The trio took a small break before resuming their activities. Jen’s sexual appetite was insatiable, her cock never seemed to flag, and her pussy was always soaked and ready for Kevin, his hand, a toy, or anything else that was cock shaped. The threesome continued well into the night and only stopped when the light of drawn began to creep through the window and the sound of dorm room doors opening and closing made them all think better of getting caught in the act.
Kevin chivalrously pushed the two twin beds together to try and get enough room for Jen to rest comfortably, but her head touched the headboard while her feet extended so far past the edge of the bed that she could actually put them flat on the floor. Giving that up for a bad idea they instead pushed all the beds to the side of the room, threw the blankets onto the floor and laid down. Jen was in the middle, Kevin curled up on one side, head rested on Jen’s chest while Martina pressed herself against Jen’s other side and left a hand fondly on Jen’s massive cock, which had finally softened so that it could lay draped over her thigh to rest with the head touching the blankets..
The three of them slept like that well into the afternoon, only to be awakened by a loud banging on the door and someone yelling, “Jen? Are you in there? Something happened at the lab!”