Jim felt split. On the one hand, he noted with alarm that Sharon's curviness was still slowly becoming more boldly extreme, her breasts gently yet distinctly continuing to grow. They went on ballooning sneakily until Jim could not help but press his hands and face against cleavage bearing down upon him like the intersection of two huge couch cushions. This was definitely a dream come true. yet it nagged some remnant of Jim's conscience that Sharon was sounding and acting so freaked out. Surely she could calm back down -- right?
"Uh yeah! Uh yeah! Nice and biiig! Nice and biiig! Uh yeah, I can feel you up to my fucking heart!"
He had to laugh. "That's ... nice of you ... to say! But ... I don't think so!"
"Oh, but I know so! You're bumping the bottom of my lungs! You're up to my heart!"
What was strange was that her description felt oddly right. Jim could feel something throbbing with great power close to his cockhead deep inside her.
Somewhere beyond her soft pliable expanse of bosom which was beginning to dominate his field of vision, he could hear her exclaim "Oh, so big, so big, you're up to my fucking throat!"
Now he really had to laugh. "I don't think so," he tried to reason. "You can't live without your internal organs!"
"Oh, who needs some silly old internal organs -- yours is the only organ I want inside my body! Oh my god, you're up to my neck, oh my gawwwwwd!"
Not only did Sharon shriek her biggest orgasm yet, but she seemed to hold her breath, only for semen to coming spilling out of her mouth and even trickling from her nostrils.
Jim, was struck by three questions. First, how could he even access her esophagus? Something was very wrong indeed. She was a person, not some mere penis receptacle -- or at least, she had used to be a complete person. Second, how had he possibly made all that semen? It was flowing freely like a volcanic discharge down from her mouth all over her neck and cleavage. Third, why did his cock feel so fun?
She fainted, unconscious. Both pleased and relieved, Jim withdrew/
Somehow he kept from screaming. Her continuing metamorphosis in turn had a reciprocal effect on him, for now he withdrew a truly massive member from her as big around as his arm and at least nineteen inches long.
He ached, but in a nice way, and considered washing it off and maybe packing it in cracked ice. Yet there were other considerations which went deeper (s to speak) ...
Sat May 11 14:39:58 2019