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An Ample Anniversary - Part I
They say a picture paints a thousand words, but there was no camera that night, nor any artist with a brush, not that there would be any alive with the skill worthy of the task. I’ll try my best to describe to the events of the anniversary two years ago.
Her face was glued in a commixture of a smirk and a beaming grin. Her eye trailed, with the slightest of inclines, downwards from you, past the whorls and coils on her slender shoulders, below the gentle small of her back, and settled on curve of her rump. And what a curve it was. Her thong pressed tightly against her yoga pants which, despite their stretchiness, were straining under the pressure of her capacious rear. In short, she was breath-taking. She gave you a knowing glance… You hadn’t even noticed yourself become hard. You could see she was still awash with the pleasure. When she had first begun to sip the green substance from the phial, which now sat on the kitchen counter, you had been worried when she gave a gasp. However, the punctuating moans in her explanation released your tension elsewhere. Still, She hadn’t let you completely have her way with you. The storm was but a lightning strike, hands and mouths close and passionate, before she downed the remaining emerald green contents. She sat you down in a chair, the mounting tension arcing across those few feet between you, and then you both waited, and watched. I think I’d better start over, I’m losing myself. Let me reiterate. Anticipation had been carved into both your faces. She smiled, catlike, noticing your hands clench and unclench, before her eyes suddenly widened. And, gradually at first, her lower half began to follow suit. She let out a gasp, mouth agape, and your eyes followed hers down to her ass. Standing at a diagonal angle from you, you could see it beginning to move… to fill out, rounding and plumping up. It wasn’t like a balloon filling with air. No, this was firm tissue expanding, like a steady and slow flex. Though, to say the least, your jaw had dropped, you were concerned, just in case. You started to rise, and a question formed upon your lips, but she reassured you, telling you that no, it didn’t feel bad, in fact it felt a little– and that was when the first moan escaped her. You were upon her then, and she on you, hands sliding, pulling, tugging, grabbing, mouths and tongues wild, taking in as much as possible through sensory perception. Before getting completely lost in it, she suddenly moved you away from her body, and motioned you to a chair. She moved back into position, and you noticed… she already looked much bigger, though she can’t have gained more than a few inches. Where there wasn’t, now there was, protruding, and it was sexy as hell. The idea that there was more to come made your mouth dry. Picking up the little bottle, she tilted her head back and you took in a sharp breath as you saw her gulp down a far greater volume of the tipple. As she licked the last traces of green from her lips, she subconsciously readjusted her stance, and you could see that, indeed, her hips were moving further apart, flaring out slowly. She let out another groan of pleasure as her thighs began to broaden too, giving her a thick yet elegant appearance, like a Greek vase. This was not spoiled by the involuntary squirm that rippled through her new curves. To your surprise you could see a damp spot spreading on her yoga pants… She might have been enjoying this even more than you were. The two globes advanced a little more, and her pants began to tighten. The thong she had been wearing pulled up, tighter and tighter, filling out with more and more of her prodigious behind. At some point you heard the pants’ elastic go, but it was in the back of your head, as you watched the cheeks push from the size of grapefruits to cantaloupes in quick succession, the vastness pushing aside all limits.
It was speeding up quite a lot at this point, and though her ululations continued, seemingly beyond her control, she managed to keep herself almost absolutely still. Her pelvis enlarged further, having gained more than half of its original width, and she had hardly lacked curves to start with. You heard stitching pop on the extra stretchy material, unable to handle her. The sink was by this point dwarfed by her ass, which was sticking out more than half a foot from the rest of her. With each spurt of growth, her thighs fleshed a little thicker, and you noticed now that even her calves had grown too, firm and toned like the rest of her legs. Her eyes, moving back to you from the rest of her, locked with yours, and you saw her slowly lick her finger before she slid it into her pants. You think they might have heard your jaw hit the floor in the next town over. Round and round she moved her digits, as her ass began to approach the larger melon scale. Her hips extended well past her shoulders, and she rested her elbow lightly on them as she fervently applied her ministrations to her throbbing clit. The light fingering didn’t seem to provide much outlet, and after a minute or so she stopped as her knees began to shake. You noted with satisfaction that she had a noticeably greater amount of trouble removing her hand from the waistband which by this point looked like it had been painted on to her legs, but the artist had left several gaps, through which spilled succulence. As her posterior pushed out, further and further, growing wider and wider, past the point of reason and all fruit comparisons, you could only sit there, hypnotised, too horny to even act upon your desire. Those hips, which begged to sway, had excelled past the width of your fridge, over double the width of her body, and were backed up by a massive junk which tapered down through her delicious, thick thighs. Each cheek of her booty was bigger than a basketball now, round and firm, with the perfect blend of taut muscle and cushiony softness. You longed to touch her, to worship this goddess, but still you had to wait. The growth slowed to a halt, ending in a final potent jolt, which ripped the pants from her body and sent them flying across the room in shreds. Standing there proud was a sight you scarcely had words for. You drank in this callipygian dream, an exquisite relief of svelte hills more astounding than the six to Romulus. The beautiful bulk of each leg was thick as her torso, solid without an ounce of cellulite. You could see muscle sculpted in powerful lines, while She remained supple and yielding. Goosebumps raced across the newly risen contours, and she shivered a little. She gently, almost reverentially, now began to slide her hands down her new figure. She was spectacular, a vision of smooth arching curves, achingly palpable. Each delicate hand descended, down her sides, exploring the form. She quivered again, chest heaving, and as she bent back to investigate further, you saw her nipples had stiffened from more than just the cool breeze through the ajar window. Her limbs lingered for lengths on certain portions, and her breath became more ragged still. She bit her lip, and her expression made you unsure of whether she was aware of anything but the delight of those moments. You were merely an afterthought, an adoring addition which added flavour to the cauldron of carnal ambrosia. Her finger tips probed the skin of her rear, rapacious yet tender. She pinched a nipple again, and brushed her loins, having through some instinct turned a little further in your direction, and two settled themselves inside her sopping cunt. She drew them back and forth, and minute cries of pleasure continued to issue from her. To your amazement, however, these intensified far more, becoming raw, serrated daggers that cut right into your own libido, and there began to resonate forcefully, as she again moved her fingers back to her haunches, kneading with increasing voracity beneath her lacy, black thong, which somehow in all this had not given way. Her knees shook once more, and you stared, concupiscent and incredulous at this monument of sensuality before you. She was a pinnacle, a deification of lust, an avatar of the divines of the earth, divulging their erogenous secrets. You had never seen anything so wantonly sexy in your life. She shot you a lewd stare, and began to walk towards you, turning the lewd flanks, bigger than beach balls, towards you, as she stepped, graceful and magnificent, across the floor to where you stood. Her ass was so huge that you could see it from the front of her. The brobdingnagion thighs carried her over the floor in powerful, dainty strides that would brook no quarter. The rest sat perched atop her massive hips in a seamless transition, as if she were wearing the largest of Victorian crinolines made physical. She was eager and hungry, and bore a countenance which demanded every atom of your existence to be pooled for her attention. She stood now, within a hand’s span, fantasy made flesh, and yet you did not dare touch her yet. It was as if she made of incense smoke and would drift away if you disturbed her shape, dispelling the reverie. She, however, was having none of your timidity. She gripped your hands with surprising strength and pressed them firmly into the folds of her love. It felt better than you could imagine, and you were ravenous for her. Like a demon let loose from its circle, you were all over her. Your big, rough hands scudded over the span of her thighs, and She let out shrieks of ecstasy, completely absorbed in the pleasure now. You grasped her hips and began to kiss her, all the way up from the bottom of her calves to the small of her back, your tongue lashing out with hot, lascivious barbs on the vast, bountiful cornucopia. Moving on, you seized handfuls of voluptuous assflesh and squeezed, pinched and rolled it. Her very body screamed along with her, and you felt a wetness gushing down from her thighs as you clenched more and more of her. Still necking the back of her thighs and her ass, you begin to caress the inner part of the thighs too, taking in the sweet smell as you continued rubbing up and down, getting closer and closer to her naval, until you found a sweet spot just short of her labia. She let out a last bestial convulses as she was wracked by yet another brush as it skimmed past, and that was the end of it. Suddenly you were flat on your back. She clapped her broadened thighs around you in a grip of thunder. You had barely enough time to feel how good the weight and expanse of her truly fine ass spread over your thighs before, as she nuzzled your neck, her hand shoved your cock inside of her. She rode you hard. Each jolt went right through you. The new vastness of silk coated iron worked, the muscles flexing against your helpless body like a vice as she gave you a truly good fucking. Later you realised you weren’t sure when the thong had exploded off. Her buttocks slammed down on you with each thrust, insistent and vigorous like the kegals that gripped your shaft. She forced you deeper and deeper into her, squealing with joy as she felt you harden further. You tried to join in with the rhythm but she presses down too heavily for you to do anything. Your hands held firm on her broad Hartman hips, firm and limber, and you could feel her quaking with her own desire, the sensation resounding through her colossal frame and into you. The sheer power she could put into each drive was phenomenal, and she showed no signs of tiring. You noticed in fact that the lunges seemed to be strengthening. Each assault on your manhood pushed harder, and that was when you noticed your hands… they were further apart than before! Her growth had not in fact actually ceased and was being released in waves of expansion as you fucked. She slowed, savouring the intensity of the moment, gently sucking one of her fingers, and you moved your hands to her boobs. As you cupped her chest, she groaned in approval and an extra hard shove. It was like being hit by a pile driver. The thrill of being absolutely trapped under her, subject to the will of her randiness, turned you on more than words can describe. You were her slave, she had complete control, and yet she needed you, desired you, and focused all her attention and energy on that which you could give her. The fact that she was loving the transformation as much as only made this paradise sweeter. You cried out aloud “Oh, my goddess!” as she shook herself, sending surges through her slick shaking booty into you. Then she began to pick up the pace. You thought it had been intense before, but the maelstrom of pounding that flooded the scene now was overwhelming. You don’t know how long it went on for, as she heaved her heavenly kingdoms of thighs over and over again, even as they gently exuded further and further, clenching tight as her bottom overflowed on to the floor. You were engulfed, a hand automatically alternating between playing with a nipple and her clit, and the other permanently affixed to the burgeoning swell of her ass. Faster and faster, you both cried out in unison as she pleasured the two of you. Your dick felt afire with the flames thrilling through it. It had never, could never, have ever felt this good before. Your senses flitted: sweat caking your brow; her nipple rock hard between your avaricious fingers; her mouth open, neck craning back as she poured all her will into each battering of her enormous lower body; her thighs jerking back and forth, each almost double her size pressing you down, pressing into you, pushing; her ass ejecting further and further, rounding, firming, tightening, squeezing; sweat trickling down the small of her back above your hand, which groped the ineffable rolling mountains of junk; all becoming more and more sensitive by the second as nerves formed, grew, and bunched, accompanied by the elevating primeval screams of vivid rapture. Her hips had erupted, bucking frenziedly in a fervent stupor, and now she moved inwards, grabbing you in a grip several times your width. She was moving faster and harder than was humanly possible, allowed by the immense potency of that drop dead gorgeous bulk she had assumed, all the while booming bigger. You felt it rising in her, the massive movement echoing through her as her loins prepared for their final release. You were sliding in and out of her pussy under the weight of her direction in a way that felt intoxicating, amazing. Her immensity prepared itself for the final stanza of the volta. She rose and fell, grinding on you, bending and sucking your finger before pushing your hands back to her ass, where you dived right in with an alacrity appropriate to her volume, while her hands flew to her clit . She hammered you, beating all the harder as she felt your penis begin to pulse with finality. Her augmenting figure bloomed, blossomed, utterly belittling those pitifully small previous stages of her engorgement. All at once the tempest condensed into a tornado and then a single mote of energy. There was no discernible pause. That speck exploded outwards through both of you and with a yell you came, spilling forth a hot, thick stream of cum into her vagina, filling her full and spewing out from the sides. A moment later she joined you, bending back and coming down with her full mass upon you. The sensation, heavy and sudden, only caused another orgasm to rise in you. As if sensing this, she lifted herself from and clamped your dick between her ass cheeks, gyrating up and down until you to busted your other nut on to her ass, and you hollered in the vaulting aftermath, as the curvature slowed to steadiness against your hardness.
Part II:
Inspired by an edit I made of this: bootycheekpete.deviantart.com/…
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NOTE: This story was inspired by multiple different anonymous requests, so pay attention, as you might see yours in here ;)
Frank was dreading having to go to his grandma’s old house. Buried deep within the southern backwoods, the once tiny, charming mini-mansion had grown derelict over the years, and served only as a reminder of his grandmother’s lavish and secretive lifestyle. For years after her husband died, she had lived alone in the house, leading many of the local townspeople to suspect she’d turned to some form of witchcraft. Frank and his family never entertained this notion, of course, but truth be told, the never saw her often enough to know for sure what she did with her free time.
It had been just a few weeks since she “died.” Though a body was never found, the family could only assume something awful had happened. Perhaps she’d drowned herself in the same river as her late husband, or fell off a ledge on one of her long, early morning walks. Regardless, someone had to settle her estate, and Frank, being the eldest of her grandchildren, was saddled with the responsibility of driving down to that creepy old house to find the will.
It was almost dark as Frank pulled up, his headlights illuminating the dusty living room through a wide, antebellum-style window. The house, like grandma, was archaic yet oddly charming. He felt a tinge of both fear and comfort as he walked up the steps and opened the door. It was unlocked, leading him to suspect that burglars had already had their way with the property. As long as they didn’t take anything important, he thought as he began searching through the house.
Everything seemed eerily sanitized. The house was clean, save for a mountain of dirty pans in the kitchen. Had she been cooking something? Why would the door be unlocked? Why would the door to the basement be so open?
He’d never been in the basement as a child. It was one of the places he and his cousins were forbidden to enter, and he even felt the smallest inclination of guilt as he descended the stairs and turned on the light.
It appeared to be a wine cellar, only the wine bottles were smaller and were all clearly homemade. Grandma’s personal collection. On the table in the middle of the room was a note. Finally, Frank thought as he picked it up and read:
My dearest Frank,
To you I leave my most treasured collection. I implore you to read each label carefully before drinking, for if used right, this room could unlock your greatest potential. But if used incorrectly, it could unleash the monster in you.
Weird. Frank put down the note. He was disappointed. Out of everything she had, this was what she left him with? A dingy wine cellar?
Frustrated, Frank reached for one of the bottles. The label read: “Pinther” in her handwriting. Was it some special kind of brew? Frank didn’t even think. He popped the bottle off and began to drink, hoping to drown out the crushing disappointment that was growing heavier and heavier in his chest.
But it didn’t take like wine. Instead, it tasted like sugar water. It tingled and prickled his throat as it settled into his chest and began to expand. Oh shit, Frank thought, what did I just drink?
He didn’t have time to think because he was already falling backwards into a chair, his body seeming to suck itself in. His breaths became larger and deeper, and his body surged with an energy that he hadn’t felt since he ran track in high school.
His shirt was hanging loosely on his once bulky frame, and Frank tore it off to reveal a slim, runner’s body slowly beginning to chisel itself out of his fat.
“Holy shiiiiiiiooooooohhhhh fuck.” Frank shuttered as dopamine started to flood his system. He felt like he was on the brink of an orgasm, and his hands immediately started to feel up the hard new lines that decorated his body like a greek statue. He felt an immense attraction towards himself, and he stood up to admire his figure as the changes finished running their coarse.
“Fuck me man,” Frank said very literally as he admired his adonis body. He looked like a Calvin Kline model. Everything was perfectly proportioned, his skin perfectly toned and his muscles perfectly shaped. His jaw was chiseled and rough with stubble, and as he ran his hand over it and grinned, he could feel his dick growing ever more uncomfortable in his jeans.
He dropped them down to reveal a true beast of a cock, long and thin, with silvery pre-cum dripping from the tip. He had never been this turned on by his own physique, and the more and more he thought about touching his own body, the more his penis seemed to expand.
But then he remembered what he was doing here. What other potions might grandma have had stored in her collection? After all, it was Frank’s now. He could do what he wanted with it; he could BE anyone he wanted.
He reached for a random bottle on the shelf. Filled with horny excitement, he didn’t even read the label as he popped the cap and took a swig. This one tasted more sour, like tequila, and it burned his throat as it made its way down to his stomach, where it landed like a brick.
“Woah,” Frank remarked. Suddenly he felt very full, like he’d consumed a hefty meal. When he looked down he saw that his gut was starting to come back, but just as disappointment started to set in, he was hit with a tsunami of pleasure.
Frank stumbled around, his vision blurring. A warmth engulfed his body that was very different from the sharp coolness of the previous drink. This one made him feel numb, hot, and much larger. Literally, as he looked down at himself through the haze, he could see not just his gut was expanding, but EVERYTHING was expanding. His arms, his pecs, his thighs, his feet. Even his dick started to gain some chub to it.
“Lo que la cogida?” Frank remarked, than clasped his mouth. He had never spoken a word of Spanish, and yet as the warmth continued to spread, he struggled to remember anything in English. Who was the potion turning him into? He looked down one more time to see a light dusting of dark hair cover his thick, bulky muscles, and send him into a strange state of satisfaction.
When the changes started to subside, Frank began to admire his new body. It was thick as all hell, with bulging packages of muscle that made him want to cum right then and there. His skin had gained a slightly darker shade, and the stubble around his neck had grown into a thick beard. He was a handsome Spanish hunk alright, with a cock that seemed almost alien in its thickness and girth. Frank clasped it in his rough, hard hand, and started to stroke.
He threw his head back. “Ay dios mio…” Nothing compared to the feeling of letting his meaty dick slide through his calloused finders, wet with per-cum. He liked the feeling of letting his wet hands caress his thick muscles, flicking his nipples and toying with his big cushon-y ass.
He could have been perfectly content walking out of that room in his new form, settling down with some sexy girl or guy who’d worship his body every night. But no, Frank wanted more…
Latin Frank sauntered over to the shelf and reached down to the very body. His skin caressed itself as his bulking muscles rubbed each other, and he had to close his eyes to stop himself from shooting his load. Not yet, he thought, and reached for the very last bottle on the shelf.
It was black, and the label had been scratched off. He felt hesitant, that was, until he popped the cap and took a wiff. This potion smelled like night, like cool, crisp evening air, like dark mist forming at the base of forest trees. He didn’t care that the bottle was unwelcoming, or that he might have been overdoing it with grandma’s gift. He simply drank it just like every potion before.
He realized immediately that he’d made a mistake. His body flared with pain, REAL pain, as the liquid, fiery hot and bitter, set his throat ablaze. He dropped the bottle on the ground and growled in agony as his entire body began to seer like it was being doused with gasoline. He’d never felt pain like this, he’d never felt such an aching, burning desire to tear at his skin.
Frank looked down at his hands. He could see the veins popping, the muscles tensing, and the previously dusty hair around his forearms grow thick and bushy. But the one thing he noticed were his fingernails, which were growing long and dark. Like claws.
“Aggggghhhhh!” Frank screamed. His face was starting to shift too, his skin contracting to form an angrier, more canine face. He felt his teeth sharpen and expand, and as the pickle of hair began to erupt from his face, he let out a genuine howl.
Then suddenly, the pain stopped. For a split second, Frank was left in a strange state of fluctuation, halfway between man and wolf, before his hornieness returned. This time with a vengeance.
Frank panted, with each breath his fur-covered muscles expanding and expanding until his massive werewolf body took up the entirety of the basement. His cock grew to colossal size, cum now starting to flow steadily as he became enslaved in a state of unending orgasm. Frank was prisoner to the insanely erotic pleasure of his body. He was a monster, wiped of all humanity, replaced with raw sexuality.
“OOOOWWWWWWWW” Frank howled. Cum rocketed from his monster dick and practically flooded the room, soaking his dark fur and the enormous muscles that pulsed beneath. As he panted, collapsing to his knees, he thought of only one thing: fucking. He needed to hunt, he needed to pound, he needed to empty his fresh load, already filling up his orange-sized balls, into the ass of some unsuspecting guy.
Frank the horny werewolf clawed his way out of his grandma’s basement. It didn’t mean anything to him anymore. All that mattered was fucking, howling, and growing bigger and bigger. As he ran outside into the light of the now full moon, he let out a terrifying howl. He’d become the monster he was warned about. 300 pounds of pure, animalistic passion. And it was only just the beginning…