Man, This Is Some Serious Bullshit ThoughtShinae, Looking At Herself In The Mirror. The Cosmetic She

‘Man, this is some serious bullshit’ thought Shinae, looking at herself in the mirror. The cosmetic she had spent three years perfecting in her lab was supposed to make your skin softer, not... 

She scrutinised the astounding curves before her. Sean always denied that he was trying to feel her up when he soaped her up in the shower. This was always a great source of amusement, and it certainly built tension before one thing led to another. Well, here was tangible proof to the contrary... She ran her hand over a breast, larger than her whole head, and jumped in surprise and pleasure as a nipple larger than her thumb sprang to life. Very tangible proof.

Sean was out at the store, getting a few groceries, and she examined his handiwork. Her boobs were fucking gigantic, and she had an unbelievable booty to match. Shinae couldn’t help touching it... herself. She began to sigh with pleasure as she felt the thickness in her thighs, the prominence of her ass, and the immeasurable enormity of her tits. FUCK!

She fumbled for her phone, and sent Sean a hasty message, bearing a single word. “Condoms”

Then Shinae went to the bathroom and grabbed the remaining cream. She put  it on the bedside table before undressing. She was fucking spectacular. She found the sexiest things that sort of still fit, and turned off all the lights, and waited...

She eyed you, lightly swaying her hips from side to side enticingly, knowing she wouldn’t have long to wait before your dick was ready again, and you could fuck her again to make her ass even bigger. All she had to do was-- her legs spreading brought you back to full hardness, and she grinned, sliding her panties down to reveal the glory of her gigantic heinie. She gripped the edge of the sink, and spread those vast cheeks, ready for you, ready for your cum - ready to grow,.

She was out of my league now... She had to be, right?

And yet, here she was, thrusting her thickset hips back and forth in a slow sensuous tease, her eyes closed and utterly focused on my cock between her lips. I could taste the desire on her tongue, gyrating around my rapidly swelling shaft, stretching every inch of growth she wanted from me.

My body was but a slave responding, and I felt all the blood rush from my head, down and down, into the swelling veins. Like my girlfriend had on that night, I could feel my dick getting bigger and bigger.

As I lay there, unable to move from ecstasy, my eyes ripped into her fat, plump thighs, bending back and forth on her hips, so widespread that they were almost twice her shoulders. I heard the gentle slap as her round ass came to touch the back of her legs over and over, slick with her pussy’s ready wetness.

My penis stretched again under her ministrations, gaining inches in girth as well as length, bulging between her sensual lips. A deep moan issued from within her, and I felt her hard nipples grow erect as her mammoth rack rubbed up and down against my straining balls below. How fucking big did she want me??

No other woman could have handled this. As she let loose a deep sigh, straightening to her fully impressive eight and a half feet height, I felt myself harden all the more, and gasped, looking down as I grew another few inches there on my own, remembering as I had watched her grow, getting bigger, taller, curvier, becoming a living embodiment of sex. The meteorite had done something else to me, had given me the reason why only I alone would ever be able to satisfy her... thick as a coke can, and a foot and a half long.

“Haha, and I thought this was going to be comfy for me...” her voice resonated with pleasure, and lust smouldered in her gleaming, dark eyes. She flicked her long black black hair behind her, and began to lower her huge hourglass on to my expectant erection.

She looked in the mirror.

“What the FUCK?!” said Mirri, her voice echoing across the empty gymnasium.

Her eyes poured up and down the body in front of her. Her body. 

Where before flab had covered plainness, now every curve and muscle accentuated a beauty that radiated from her very core. Plainly speaking, MIrri was fucking hot!

She moved, memerised by the ripple and jiggle of lithe muscle and ample contour. She was so focused, slowly shifting her body to stare at the perfect hourglass; powerful calves, thick yet yet graceful thighs, wide hips and a buxom derrière, a small but powerful waist, a full and bountiful chest, and sensual good looks to stun and amaze... She didn’t notice that he was still changing. Growing.

Mirri’s hand slowly slid up the mirror as she peered closely at her large, dark eyes. Unconsciously, he bent forward to adjust to her increasing height, and sticking her ass out was enough to finish off the panties straining at her waist. They shot off as her hips blossomed outwards,even as the straining material on her thighs gave out. Her socks began to ladder, thinning as their content enlarged. 

Her hair trailed down now to her waist as she now bent to her knees to examine her high cheek bones. Growing bustier and getting toned was one thing, but the unfamiliarity of her own face was bizarre and fascinating. Sculpted and delicate under her hands, she tingled with sensation, blushing at her own arousal as the remnants of her shirt shredded under the unassuagable heft of her massive boobs, expansive and cold against the mirror. She was still rising higher, a good 14 feet at least now, but her proportions had doubled. Her ass stuck out like some exquisite shelf, tapering to lush thighs that ached to wrap around a strong man’s waist. Her tits were mind boggling, HUGE. They were almost twice the size of her own head, or about half a dozen times the size of a normal man’s.

Of course, this is all in the past tense. Mirri was growing, transforming by the moment into a true goddess. Legs lengthened,  mounds swelled as she stretched. Within her, a flame rose, an augmenting whisper that began to call to her within, telling her its need, getting louder and louder, making her sweat at the temple and quiver in the knees with keen arousal.  And still he got bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Her breath came short as she approached the very top of the mirror, bent over even as she was. Realisation would come soon, and then... what would she do?

Well, Raymond would find out as his keys began to turn in the lock of the front door of the gymnasium.

Totally ridiculous, check. Totally hot, double check. Jenny had found out that her bossy, Chuck Selman, like ‘em big. Well, with what she was packing now, she was sure she would be able to catch his eye now. She took off her PJs and put on the sluttiest underwear she could find. Jenny almost tipped over rummaging through her dresser. She marvelled at her new centre of gravity as she moved over towards the wardrobe. A thick overcoat to cover up, conspicuous on a summer day, would serve to get his notice, and to (badly) conceal her assets for the moment.

She imagined stepping into his office ans deep, sexy voice asking her to ‘please, take off your coat’. She grinned, seeing the thick cloth pool around her feet, revealing  tits practically exploding out of her lingerie, bought when she was still a little C cup, instead of the owner of an unimaginable rack that was so big you could see it from the back.

She finished her makeup, and donned the heavy black faux fur, the velvet lining making her skin tingle. Oh God, she could barely wait. Her fingers ached to stroke herself below,  as she had done so many times before when he was an all but unattainable fantasy. But now... her resolve tightened. She wanted to save herself for him. She called the cab to take her into the office - half an hour late. That ought to get his attention, he hated lateness, and would want to see him in his office. Jenny grinned, and dialled the number. It was a good thing her paycheck had just come in; she wouldn’t be able to drive until he got used to these new things. She squeezed the coat buttons into place, unable to resist touching them for just a little too long as she finished enclosing her prodigious bust...

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong? Bad day at work?”

“You, me, bedroom, five minutes. Skip the rubber. Got it?”