Sammy stood up suddenly, her barely contained R-cups jostling and bouncing, a few inches more of her tight, white denim short shorts being devoured by her newly enlarged ass, and took Mark aggressively by the arm, breathing heavily, her normally pale and psty skin flushed pink with surging arousal. “Come on,” she said, alternately shoving and pulling the drunken Mark towards a guest bedroom—there were some whoops, hollers and cat calls as the partygoers saw her leading his stumbling form to the bedroom, which made her smile.
She slammed the door bedroom door shut behind her, and twisted the lock on the handle—the hormanl overload now flowing through her absurdly over endowed body was _excruciating_--her crotch felt….cooked, scalding, her breasts feverish as she breathed deeply—her T-cups heaving within her white cotton halter top, holes appearing in it, boobs flesh bubbling out from them as they slowly grew an multiplied.
“I wanna have one more growth spurt….right now---bigger than the one before, Mark.” She shoved him onto the bed, stand hands on hips, the crotch of her shorts visibly darkening.
“More, Mark, “ she said, clambering on top of the bed, on top of _him_, her warm, soaked jeans resting painfully heavy atop his crotch. She inhaled deeply, the fabric of her top tearing in innumerable places. “Being big makes me feel _sooo_ good….and you want me to feel good, don't you?”
As Mark moaned and made this wish, Sammy gasped—her tits surged, busting her top in half, beyond the alphabetical cup size system, and still growing, nipple bigger than ping pong balls now as hormones flooded her blood. Her shorts following suit, her voluptuous, firm ass turning monstrous as it split them down the middle seam, her panties popping at either of her hips—she moaned, grinding her soaked crotch against' marks, her lips plumping, her ass widening and fattening, her weight growing crushingly heavier as she great taller, closing in on seven feet tall as she moaned, panted, and cursed in hissing, joyfully loud whispers—the hormone level in her blood was growing to intolerably high levels—Sammy was, at this moment, the horniest woman on Earth, and closing in on being the largest.
She growled, lustily, frustrated with mere hipgrinding, looking down at Mark with a toothy, hungry, wolf like grin. Sammy lifted herself up onto her knees and turned around her bulbous budonkadonk ass bearing down on Mark's head. “You…” she grunted, “you'll lick _this_!” And she planted to gushing, shiningly wet pussy down onto his face, her womanly, swollen folds hungrily gripping the whole of his face, the hard bud of her clit forcibly grinding against his lips before he even knew what was happening, juices flowing so tremendously that they drooled out from either corner of his mouth.
She let out a great, frustrated moan, and bend over, the 100 pound weight of her tits bearing crushingly down on her crotch as she squished his whole head between her thighs. “Lick. *pant* Suck.*pant* Lick me, drink me-nownownow—come ooooon!”
His entire head could almost disappear into her deepened ass, her hungry, enlarged cunt seeming to suck his tongue out of his mouth and onto her insistent nethers, that big, sweaty ass smacking painfully against the whole of his face. After a few seconds, Mark's drunken mind caught up with what his ears were hearing, and he begain to lick, gripping her swelling rump, fingers digging deep into the cheeks. Sammy came almost instantly, gushing over his head with such volume his hair was left soaked and matted, like he'd just finished showering.
But one orgasm was not enough, she begged, and moaned and chanted for more , so loudly that there was no doubt the whole house heard her—Mark obliged, and she came less than a minute later, but the second orgasm was still not enough---her hormones were in monstrous overload in her body—each climax seemed to only make her hornier, somehow.
Samantha came three times more, and only felt three times farther from being satisfied, grinding her grand, sopping cunt against his face more and more savagely. “Keep licking….keep licking or I'll crush your whole head under my ass, little boy! Just….just suck the clit. Harder. _Harder_. Come ooooonnn!”
Girl cum was running down his face like rainstorm water down a car window, the mattress beginning to drip, soaked through with Samantha's syrupy cunt juice, when suddenly the licking stopped.
Sammy bounced irritatedly atop his face, those grand cheeks smacking wetly and heavily against Mark's head, the beanbag chair boobed, near eight foot tall, loveseat filling-assed teen finally realized she'd smothered the drunk nerd boy into unconsciousness.
She grimaced and growled, crying out and angry declaration of “Fuck!” as she brought her massive ass down upon Mark's chest thunderously, and with enough force to leave him with a truly painful welt on his upper chest. She was now larger and more voluptuous than she could have ever imagined in her wildest dreams, but the hormone load that was brought with her explosive growth had rendered her beyond nymphomaniacal…Sammy _needed_ sex, to suck cock, lick cunt, to be fucked to have her ass fucked, sucked and licked.
Still grinding herself against Mark's prone body, she pondered her next move…
A. She somehow sticks it out and remains loyal to Mark, getting him to wish them in his bed at home and conjuring quite a few megalithic sex toys into existence for her to keep herself satisfied. Along with the toys, however, Mark drunkenly summons Anita into his bedroom as well, still also in love with Samantha.
B. Overcome with lust, Samantha marches her nude, gigantic body back out and into the party, becoming, by force if necessary, the centerpiece of a huge orgy—her flooding hormones making her grow even larger and more aroused; meanwhile Anita stumbles into the guest Room, rousing Mark..
Sat May 18 00:00:00 2013