Part 4
My growth seems to be hitting me differently than what my brother described. Although he could still build muscle and maintain his physique through the gym, most of his size still came from our gene-triggered cum growth spurts. But for me… it’s been more than just sudden bursts. Ever since my first growth, I’ve felt like I’ve been slowly getting bigger—little by little every single day. At first, I thought it was just an illusion, maybe because I was too obsessed with the idea of becoming massive.
Until the day before the comparison with Tyler… or maybe I should call it a humiliation? Even before my second spurt, my flaccid cock had grown from 8.7 to 10.3 inches. That’s when I knew it wasn’t just in my head, I was growing for real. My brother wasn’t wrong about the growth rate though, my second spurt hit with less force than the first.
I know it might sound weird, but lately it’s felt like there’s a water tank inside me, always filling slowly. Every time I work out, I can feel it speeding up just like every pump and flex pushes more into that invisible tank. When it finally fills to the brim and start to leak, my body absorb it and grow slightly. But when I cum, the lid blows off and everything erupts, that’s when the growth spurt hits me. When there’s nothing left inside, the tank resets with a smaller size.
Maybe I should ask my brother again once he’s back from his business trip. For now, I’ll wear that ‘growth control’ bracelet again. I want him to witness my final growth, to see with his own eyes how his little brother turning into MUSCLE BEAST.
When the clock struck 10, I stopped my daily worship session and packed up my things for the gym. Ding! My phone lit up with a message from Marcus.
Marcus: You coming today, right?
Me: On my way, it just only 10a.m. btw.
Marcus: Haha, sorry. Just afraid you might not notice the time, see ya soon!
Marcus was the gym owner who’d invited me for photoshoot, I didn’t expect him to be so energetic and passionate once we got familiar. My first impression to him was professional and calm… or maybe still slightly stunned at my size.
His gym had just launched two weeks ago, and I had to admit it was impressive. Environment was good, spacious and well-equipped, it also way closer to me than previous gym. Everything Marcus promised, he delivered.
It took me about 8 minutes to walk here. As I approached, the big sign ‘Titan Forge Gym’ came into view. Marcus had said he got the name from me—"Even a Titan could also use their facilities," he'd joked.
Right beside the entrance was the poster of me, flexing in a powerful double bicep pose. The assistant hadn’t lied about the oil, my muscles looked so much defined and felt like they were about to explode off the poster.
“Finally! You’re here, Lucas!” Marcus grinned the moment I walked through the doors.
“It’s only been a few minutes. You make it sound like I’m 2 hours late,” I smirked, tossing my bag onto the counter.
“Sorry,” he laughed. “It’s just… we’ve got way more people than usual today. And Ben’s running late, his alarm didn’t go off.”
“Ben’s the new trainer?” I asked. He nodded.
“So I need a favor, Lucas. Can you keep an eye on that section?” He pointed toward the bench press area.
“What? Marcus… I told you before, I—”
“I know, I know—you’re not working as a trainer. I’m not asking for full-on coaching. Just… spot them if someone gets gassed mid-rep, alright?”
I let out a sigh. “Fine…”
“Thanks, man. As soon as Ben gets here, you’re free to get back to your routine.” He clapped my shoulder before dashing off toward a group of members needing assistance.
I made a slow round through the bench area, watching as most of them strained under weights that looked like feathers to me. One guy caught my eye as his arms were trembling on his third rep, the bar starting to dip dangerously toward his chest. Before it could fall, I stepped in and caught it with my hand.
“You good?” I asked, steadying the bar with ease. “If you're tired, slow your pace. Safety first.”
“Shit… thanks, man. I just lost focus for a sec.” His eyes widened. “Wait… did you just hold that with one hand?”
I glanced down at the bar—120 pounds. I curled it lazily with one arm, the thick mound of my bicep swelling beneath the sleeve of my shirt, tight enough to strain the fabric. “These muscles aren’t just for show,” I smirked as I racked the bar back in place.
“Are you… are you a trainer here?”
“Not exactly,” I replied. “Just here for my own workout.”
His eyes suddenly lit up. “Hold on—you’re that guy! From the poster at the entrance, that insane double bicep pose! I thought that had to be some kind of AI image…”
I chuckled, then lifted my shirt just enough to reveal the hard ridges of my abs and the heavy curve of my under-pec. His jaw slackened. “Still think it’s fake?” I asked with a teasing grin. “Everything you saw on that poster... it’s all real.”
His gaze trailed downward from my abs to the thick bulge stretching the front of my shorts. I move my hand down and give it a slow palm. “Everything.” I said again with low voice.
“You must be Lucas, right?” a guy jogged over, slightly out of breath. His name tag read Ben.
“Ben?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s me. Thanks for covering—I’ll take over here now.”
“Sure,” I said, giving him a nod before heading off to start my own workout.
I moved to the free weights, grabbing a pair of 150-pound dumbbells one in each hand and start with biceps curl. My biceps surged with each rep, making my veins tightening across my skin. The sleeves strained hard, practically begging for mercy. By the time I reached the cable station, my shirt drenched and clinging on my abs and pecs. With each pull, my lats spread out thick and high, turning my torso into a V-shaped wall of muscle that demanded space.
Before ending my workout, I stepped into the squat rack, loaded up the bar with 585 pounds sat heavy on my traps, but my thick quads flared to full prominence, ready to drive it up. Each squat sent my quads exploding outward, thick and striated beneath my shorts, every downward push showing off their impossible density. My glutes flexed like they were chiselled from stone, stretching the fabric to its limit.
“Time to see how these muscles explode to life!” I made my way to the mirror and start to flex. Although I’d already worshipped my body this morning, but the pump is fucking insane! It made every muscle surge with size. My shirt now completely molded to my form, as if painted onto the massive muscle beneath.
My biceps rose like cannonballs, each head of muscle carved with freakish detail. I twisted slightly to the side, letting my huge chest flare out pressing against the fabric like they were ready to burst through. I turned again, flaring my lats wide with two thick wings of muscle that spread out from my torso and made my waist look impossibly narrow. The stretch across my back made my shirt rise slightly, revealing the dense ridges of my lower back and the swell of glutes packed like boulders under my shorts.
After finished my posing, I headed into the private staff changing room—technically off-limits, but Marcus let me use it sometimes to avoid the crowds. I peeled off my drenched shirt and my skin gleamed with sweat, every muscle standing out in full definition.
Just as I reached for my towel, the door creaked open. “Holy shit…” Marcus stood at the entrance, eyes fixed on me. “I swear you’re even bigger than the last shoot.”
I let out a cocky smirk, then slowly curled my right arm into a hard flex. The bicep surged upward and form into a massive veiny peak. “I know right? I just don’t stop growing.”
“It’s all me,” he joked, “Only my gym has equipment that can handle your beast-like gains.” He stepped in and let the door swing shut. “By the way, thanks for helping out earlier. Anything happen?”
“All good, just had to help some guy under the bar. He thought your poster was fake, though.”
“Fake? What do you mean? Location, equipment, even the damn class schedule is accurate.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Me. He thought I wasn’t real.”
Marcus laughed, the sound echoing in the room. “To be fair, if I hadn’t met you myself, I probably wouldn’t believe you either.” He gave me another once-over. “My wife always said I was one of the biggest guys she’d ever met.”
“Good thing she didn’t meet me before you,” I shot back with a grin. “But for real, you're still in great shape at age 43.”
He lowered his gaze, eyes dipping for a moment too long toward the thick outline stretching my shorts. “Wasn’t just talking about muscle, you know.”
I chuckled darkly, letting my hand drag casually across my abs.
He shook his head, smirking. “Hey, you mentioned before about shirts shrinking on you again?”
“Yeah. That last one you gave me during the photoshoot actually held up pretty well. Any chance you can get one made in that same material? Just… you know, BIGGER.”
“No problem. But I’ll need your updated measurements.”
I tossed the towel back on the bench and stood there in just my shorts, “Go ahead.”
Marcus grabbed the measurement tape and stepped closer. His fingers brushed lightly over my skin as he began. “Let’s start with the arms…” he murmured, circling my flexed bicep. “Holy—27.5 inches! Pumped like a damn python.”
He moved on to my chest, letting the tape stretch across the shelf of my pecs—thick, broad and solid. “70 inches… Jesus, Lucas. You could crack bricks between these things.”
He stepped back for a moment, gaze roaming upward. “Damn, I almost forgot your height, we’ll need that too.”
I reached out and took one end of the tape from his hand, placing it squarely at the top of my head with a smirk. “Let me help with that.”
“6'5" tall.” he murmured in awe.
Next was my waist. He tugged the tape tight around my core, fingers brushing the ridged valleys of my abs. “Only 33 inches… With that upper body? That’s not even fair.”
“You know,” I added, glancing down, “it’s not just my shirts shrinking. These shorts barely make it through leg day. Any chance you can get custom ones made too?”
“Sure. Let me take lower body measurements for that.”
I let out a slow breath as he knelt to wrap the tape around my thighs—quads flaring like slabs of marble and still fully pumped from squats.
“37 inches,” he muttered under his breath. “And you said your legs were your weak point?”
“Not anymore.” I grinned.
He looked up, tape still in hand. “I’m might need to order a whole different size class for you.”
As Marcus rolled the tape back up, I adjusted my stance slightly, the bulge in my shorts impossible to ignore after the full-body pump. He glance down and pause for a while, “…Normally we wouldn’t concern about the crotch, but your phython here speaks differently. Maybe… we can get that measurement too if you’re okay with it.”
“Hmm… you have a point,” I said and hooked my thumbs into the waistband, peeled my shorts and briefs down, letting them fall to my ankles. “Of course I don’t mind, you’ve seen it before. And honestly… I’m curious too. Haven’t measured it in a while.”
His eyes widened as my cock swung into view. THICK, LONG and SOFT.
“Holy… It’s definitely bigger than before.” He unrolled the tape, lining it up along my shaft, “12.8 inches.” He whispered. “That’s… Lucas, that’s bigger than most guys even get hard.”
“Fuck, that’s nearly 3 inches of GROWTH! Could you believe it? You better add extra room in custom shorts and shirts, otherwise I will need your help again soon.” I smirked, then I added casually, “You should get the hard measurement too.”
“You… sure…?” His head snapped up.
“Just in case. Besides, you’ve never seen it hard before, right?” I gripped the thick shaft at its base and stroking slowly. With each stroke, I can feel my cock thickening and the weight grew heavier in my palm. It jutted out from my groin like a column when it fully erect, veined and throbbing. Marcus stared as my cock surged to life, every inch pulsing outward.
I exhaled deeply, letting my abs tense while the whole shaft twitching up with a pulsing throb. “Mmh… never get bored of this feeling,” I growled. “Alright. Here you go. Measure it.”
He reeled out the tape a second time, “16.5 inches, this thing… is fucking insane!”
The moment I heard the number, I couldn’t help but flex my muscles instinctively, letting my torso bulge nearly double in size. I’d outgrown my brother in COCK SIZE! And this was only my second growth, it made my entire body twitch with raw satisfaction. I let out a growl, “Fuck, I’m real MUSCLE STUD now!” Then I caught a firm noticeable bulge pushing at the front of Marcus’s shorts.
“Sorry, I don’t usually get hard like this but…” I cut him off with a knowing smirk. “Don’t worry, I get it. Back then, I used to watch those jacked porn guys with HUGE COCK, pounding girls like beast and imagine that was me. Got me hard as fuck every time. But now? I don’t have to imagine anymore, I’m BIGGER than all of them!”
I grabbed my raging hard rod and smacked it up against my pecs, making a loud wet ‘SPLAP’ sound just to show him how hard it had gotten. “Might need to borrow your bathroom for a while, I need to jerk off and cum like around 3 loads before I can even fit this thing back into my shorts.” I tilted my head toward the bathroom. “Wanna join?”
He didn’t even hesitate and followed me into the bathroom. He shucked his shorts, revealing a cock that was impressive on its own. Hard and thick, probably around 11 inches —but next to mine it looked almost cute. “Your wife wasn’t lying, you’ve got a big cock. Only if you’re not comparing it to this MONSTER.”
I stepped in front of the mirror, stroking my thick veiny shaft with both hands, fingers barely managing to encircle the girth. “Fuck… look at this COCK! Even my BIG hands can’t handle it alone.” My hand pumped harder and faster, thick veins along the shaft throbbed as the head flushed deep with color, glistening with pre. My breath hitched and I can feel my whole body tensed. Chest bulging, abs rippling and all muscles straining hard. “UURRRGGHH—FUUUUUCK—HERE IT COMES!”
My cum explode with a powerful force, smashing against the bathroom ceiling with a wet slap, raining down across the bathroom tiles in thick sticky ropes. My cock kept throbbing, each pulse forcing out another heavy rope of seed.
Marcus jerking himself fast and desperate, his cock throbbed and spilled a few huge loads onto floor with a breathless groan. But compared to mine, it was like a water gun trying to compete with a firehose. His breath came in short pants as his eyes flicking to the dripping mess I’d made, the monster still throbbing in my grip, glistening with cum and sweat. “Damn, how the hell can you cum that much… and still stay rock-hard like nothing happened?” Marcus muttered.
I smirked, slowly stroking my still-throbbing cock, “Told you, my lust just grows right along with my muscle! Ready for round 2?”
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Heading back from gym, I spotted the moving truck with boxes stacked high as I rounded the corner to my home. But it wasn’t the truck that caught me, it was her.
She stood in the truck’s open bed, back arched as she leaned forward, struggling with a large box. Her jeans were tight like they’d been painted on, clinging to full round hips that swayed slightly with effort. Her light blue and plunging tank top strained across her chest, every tug she gave the box made her tits bounce, just barely contained.
"Need a hand?" I asked while stepping closer.
She glanced up, brushing hair from her face, her eyes widening as they trailed up my frame. “Oh—wow. Uh, yeah. That’d be great, thanks! It’s heavier than it looks.” I stepped up beside her, the height difference instantly apparent — she barely reached my pecs. My hand closed around the box and with a casual roll of my shoulder, I lifted it clean off the floor with one arm, watching her eyebrows lift as her eyes followed the bulge of my bicep.
“Okay, now you’re just showing off!” she teased.
“I mean, what’s the point of having all this if I can’t put it to use?” I grinned, pecs bouncing slightly under the damp stretch of my shirt. “You planning to move all those things by yourself?” I asked casually.
“Actually, my friends are stuck in traffic. I wasn’t planning to start without them, but—here we are.” She replied, leading me toward her house. Her place was still new. Open boxes stacked against the walls, bubble wrap scattered across the floor.
She led me through the hallway to her bedroom, it was the only room fully furnished. “Just here’s perfect.” I moved and setting the box down like it weighed nothing. I looked around her bedroom, few of her shirts were tossed around the bed.
“I’m Emily, by the way,” she said with softened voice. “And… thank you again. I didn’t realize I had a literal bodybuilder living next door.”
“Lucas,” I replied, turning to face her fully. “You’re welcome.” I saw her eyes locked on the spot where my waist tapered, her gaze traveling up the slope of my abs through the clinging shirt.
“You’ve got a hell of a body, like… damn.” she said suddenly, her voice half-laughing but not joking. “You want a drink? Water? Wine?” she added quickly.
“You offer all your neighbors alcohol before noon?” I smirked.
“Only the ones hung like bulls.” She replied with a smile. “You always walk around all sweaty and huge like this?”
“You complaining?”
“Not even a little.” Her smile was slow and predatory.
Emily stepped closer, her tits just barely brushed my chest and I could feel the warmth of her body radiating into mine—soft curves pressing against slabs of steel. She reached up and placed both palms flat over my pecs.
“They’re hot. So fucking thick…” Her fingers spread wide, trying and failing to span even one pec. She gave a soft, involuntary moan as she pushed. I flexed just slightly—just enough to make them bounce under her touch.
“Oh my god, do that again—please!” her voice full with eager.
I bounced my pecs slowly, one then the other, sending visible ripples through the MASSIVE muscle. Her eyes followed the movement like she was hypnotized. “Fuck, you’re not even flexing hard and I can already feel how strong you are. You could crush my head between your pecs.”
“You like it?”
“I’m fucking love it!”
“Want to feel it raw?”
She nodded with eyes wide. I peeled my shirt off slowly, every inch of muscle revealed drew a new gasp from her. When I tossed it aside, she stepped back a fraction.
“Oh, fuck…” she breathed. Her eyes roamed greedily across the full expanse of my bare torso. Massive chest jutting outward, the deep cleavage between pecs shadowed and wet with sweat. Eight-pack abs carved like living stone and shoulders wide enough to blot out light.
“It’s all yours now.” I grinned.
She stepped in again, burying her face between my pecs now, inhaling deeply like the scent of raw strength and sweat was a drug. Her tongue flicked out, licking along the deep center groove. “Your pecs are thick as fuck, they flare out so much I can even your nipples pointing down at my face.” She murmured. Her hands clutched at my waist for balance as she kissed lower, dragging her tongue along the under-curve of my thick pecs, down toward the ridged wall of my abs.
She kissed it gently, then again, harder with open-mouthed and wet. She began to lick every each of bricks obsessively, tracing the deep lines between each block. Her breath caught whenever I flexed beneath her, making each of the bricks turning into iron bars. “God, you’re so fucking hard.” she panted, hands trailing down the V-cut just above my waistline.
She leaned back slightly and reached for my right arm, “I need to see these.” I curled it slow for her, biceps swelling like a mountain. Her lips parted as the peak rose, too thick to wrap her hand around this veiny curve. She reached out with both hands, one stroking the peak, the other massaging the tight stretched skin over the tricep. “It’s like you’re hiding a fucking bowling ball under your skin!” she pressed harder as if trying to test whether it was real.
“Thought you liked big, there’s more!” I rumbled, shifted my stance just a little wide. Her eyes dropped instinctively, locking onto my vascular thighs, the dense ridges of muscle bulging through my shorts like they were painted on me.
She knelt as her lips parted. “Holy fuck… They’re like fucking granite pillars! You could crush my spine just by flexing.” Her fingers trailed the deep valley down the center, where each head of muscle throbbed beneath her touch like beasts. “So fucking big… they’re thicker than my waist. I can feel them pressing even when you’re just standing still.”
I flexed. A seismic bulge surged outward under her palms, surging outward pushing against her small hands with sheer force. “Jesus — feels like it’s just growing under my touch.” she moaned as her fingers spread helplessly over the expanding mass, trying to squeeze the thick head of the quad with all her strength.
The moment she stared up, I saw her mouth gone dry as her gaze locked on the heavy bulge hanging low and long across my thigh. She looked up at me with eyes wild. “That’s… that’s real?”
“Why don’t you find out yourself?”
I took her wrist and placed her hand on it, her palm can’t wrap all the way around. Not even close. She squeezed reflexively and gasped, “No. Fucking. Way. That’s soft? That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen… and it’s not even hard?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and peeled the shorts down, letting them fall slowly, dragging over the girth of my cock until the monster finally dropped free—WHUMP—and bounced once against my thigh.
Without a word, she slid her hands under her tank top and peeled it off. Her tits dropped heavy and round, bouncing into place with a glorious weight. She cupped them, squeezing together just to show off the deep pillowy valley between. Her eyes flicked from her chest to my cock. “These usually swallow every guy whole,” she said with a smirk, licking her lips. “But you…”
“Try me.”
She brought her chest up and wrapped those glorious tits around my cock, the warmth and softness of her flesh pressing tight on either side of my thick shaft. “Oh my god! You’re still soft but your head’s already sticking out.” She squeezed tighter, trying to wrap me fully but failed. “I can’t even fucking cover it…”
“That’s what happens when you try to titfuck a beast,” I said, flexing my thighs as I looked down at her. “Think you can handle it?”
She started to move, gliding those heavy tits up and down in a smooth rhythm, slick skin and soft pressure surrounded me like molten velvet. “You’re getting thicker,” she moaned. “I can feel it… you’re growing inside me.” My cock surged higher between her tits, throbbing thicker with each pulse.
Emily stared in disbelief when my HUGE COCK stood up proud, the flared crown resting right at her mouth. “Wow… I don’t even have to bend… it’s just… here.”
“Go ahead, taste it.”
She leaned in and kissed the tip, her lips brushing the slick surface gently, then opening to let her tongue swirl across the leaking slit, her tits still pressed firm around my shaft as she sucked my apple-sized head with slow and wet hunger.
“You’re not just big,” her voice husky with arousal, “You’re a fucking monster.” She gave one long, slow stroke of her breasts, pushing them tight as my cock twitched violently between them. “Fuck… you’re still getting harder.”
“Told you,” I said with a grin. “I take up a lot of space.”
She was still milking me with her tits when I felt that first violent pulse build deep in my balls. I groaned low and guttural, hands flexing at my sides. The pressure surged like a wave rising, “Ughhh… fuckkk—Emily…” I warned. “Get ready…”
Her eyes snapped up wide and eager, “Are you gonna cum for me?”
Her tongue swirling around my tip faster and harder, “Do it,” she whispered. “Cum for me, baby. Right on my tits—cover me with it.”
I couldn’t hold it anymore, “URGHHHH FUCKKK—TAKE IT!”
My cock exploded with thick ropes of cum burst free, hot and heavy, spraying across her chest and neck in long violent pulses. She gasped as the first shot hit her, splattering across her breasts and painted her throat with following shot. Her tits were slick with the torrent, and she kept squeezing them around me, bouncing, milking more from me like she needed it. I can’t stop cumming. My balls pulled tight, flexing as I dumped what felt like gallons across her skin.
“Jesus—how are you still cumming?” she moaned in awed. I was still rock hard, my hips keep jerking forward, pouring thick spurts of cum that oozed down her tits and pooled in her cleavage. She looked down at the mess, breath hitching as my cock throbbed again sending another pulse painting her chin.
“You’re a fucking fountain,” she whispered. “I’ve never seen anything like this…” Her fingers gently stroked my massive cock, trailing through the thick sheen of my release. “You’re still hard… after all that?”
I just grinned, tilting her chin up with two fingers. “That was just a warmup.”
Emily bit her lip, her voice dripping with hunger. “I want to feel this beast in my mouth… ALL the way in.” She gripped the base with both hands and opened her mouth wide, wide enough to take the massive head—but just barely. Her lips sealed over the tip and she started to take me in slowly, inch by thick stretching inch.
“Yeah… that’s it,” I groaned. “Stretch that pretty throat for me.”
She glanced up, eyes watering slightly as she forced more of me into her throat, spit and cum drooling down her chin. The stretch was obscene! Her throat bulged around the shape of my cock, a thick imprint visible beneath her skin as I fed her deeper.
“Fuuuck… Emily,” I groaned, hand tangled in her hair. “You feel that? That’s your throat molding around me.” She was choking on it, her throat bulging tight but she kept bobbing her head in hungry movements. “Shit… I couldn’t hold it anymore… I’m gonna fill that perfect mouth!” My whole body locked with every muscle tight, my cock throbbed like a raging rod and then the flood hit. “URRGHHHH—FUCKKKK YESSS—TAKE IT—TAKE IT ALL!”
The first pulse burst down her throat like a cannon—thick, hot and forceful. She gagged hard, tried to swallow but the second blast was already shooting in even HEAVIER. I heard a slick gulp as she tried to take it, but her body shook from the pressure. My balls clenched, pumping load after load into her throat, each spurt thicker than the last. Her eyes rolled back, throat working furiously to swallow but it just was too much.
“Yeah, take every fucking drop!” I groaned. She didn’t pull back, letting me feed her everything. When the last thick spurt drained from me, she slid off with a wet gasp, chest rising and falling, eyes dazed and glassy.
She looked up and smiled slow, tongue sliding over her lips still thick with my taste. “Jesus… that was so much! I’m so fucking full right now…” Her eyes then dropped right to my cock, still throbbing HARD in front of her cum-slick face. “You’re fucking insane, what the hell are you even made of?!” She gave me a playful shove to my massive chest. “Let me ride it… I want to feel it inside me!”
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing, landing flat on my back with her straddling my thighs. My cock stood like a pillar between us, THICK and pulsing. She slid forward, lining herself up when the swollen tip brushing her soaked entrance. Her hands wrapped around the base, steadying herself as she began to lower.
When the head pushed in, Emily gasped loud and sharp. “Oh… FFFUCK!” Her hands landed on my chest, nails digging into my massive pecs as she tried to take more. By the time she was halfway down, she looked down and froze. Her stomach was distended now, a bulge forming visibly where my cock pushed up into her. Her hand went to it, trembling fingers grazing at the outline. “That’s… you?”
“Yup, that’s me.” I smirked. “And you’ve still got half to go.”
She kept sinking until her hips met mine, fully seated and buried to the base. “You’re… so fucking BIIIG! I’ve never felt anything like this…”
“Because no one can ever fill you like this.” My hands reached up to cup her tits, “You look beautiful right now.”
When she started to move, the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs filled the room. She rode slowly at first, tight rhythm that got sloppier with every bounce. “I can’t stop… it feels too good—too FULL!” she moaned while her tits bouncing with each rise and fall as my cock throbbed inside her, making that bulge in her belly grew more defined with every stroke.
“You feel that?” I grunted, hips meeting hers. “That’s what it feels like to be truly filled.”
Her whole body tensed around me, pussy locking down so tight that I could feel every pulse. “Oh GOD—oh FUCK—FUCK, I’m cumming again!” She cried as her orgasm hit.
But I wasn’t done. I grabbed her ass and thrusted up hard into her from beneath, letting her cry out, overstimulated and soaked as her pussy spasming from the force of it. “I’m gonna cum, Emily,” I grunted. “I gonna cum REAL HARD.”
“Do it! CUM IN ME—CUM IN MY PUSSY—”
“FUCKKK—TAKE IT—TAKE IT—TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!”
Thick hot spurts poured into her, deeper than any man had ever reached. She sobbed out, gasping through another orgasm. “You’re filling me—OH MY GOD— I can feel it’s leaking out already…It’s so hot!”
When it finally slowed, her belly was round with it. Full. She collapsed against me, limp, panting, her voice barely a whisper. “I can feel you in my stomach…”
I kissed the side of her neck with my COCK still buried deep and hard inside her, “You’re gonna feel me for days!”
