2.17 ❤❤ Delta’s Biggest Day Yet

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[Extreme Insertions/Distension]

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Delta said.

“There’s—I can’t—is this a joke?” Rosalie all but shrilled.

Or ‘I all but shrilled’? Delta thought. She glanced Rosalie’s way, and woah, it was, like usual, weird, seeing her own nose wrinkled in disgust, her own cheeks blazing at the sight laid in front of them.

Even Delta would admit her cheeks were coloring a bit. The last trap—the one Rosalie had so enthusiastically thrown herself on, despite her flimsy pretenses—had been downright vanilla. A dildo inlaid into the floor? She couldn’t imagine something less risqué.

And while this trap wasn’t wholly different—it was still a dildo, and the intent of ‘pleasure me to progress’ was still obvious enough—it was a particular adjective that changed everything.

‘Big’.

Nah, that didn’t do it justice.

‘Giant’.

Let’s try one more time.

‘Gargantuan’.

The protrusion—not stone, this time, but some kind of white, slimy, translucent gel material—was at least two feet tall. No, that wasn’t a joke. It would literally reach up to her chest if it went inside her.

And sitting on a pedestal to the right, a vial of blue liquid.

[Potion of Stretchy Insides]: Allows impossible insertions. Don’t think too hard about anatomy.

“Good god,” Zoey said. “It can’t—really? It expects us to …?”

It said something that even Delta’s perverted, amnesia-ridden teammate was at a loss for words for this challenge.

“I know I said that when it was my turn, I wanted something a little more daring,” Delta grinned, “but I didn’t think the shard would take the request so seriously.”

“Your turn?” Zoey-Two asked.

Delta glanced her way. Right, she thought, a smile sneaking across her lips. They don’t know, yet. “Rosalie took the first obstacle,” she said casually.

Two Zoey’s heads pivoted to Rosalie, who blushed, then desperately pretended she’d had no such reaction.

“She did, did she?” Zoey asked, grinning at her.

“I engaged with the shard how it intended,” she said, sticking her chin up in the air. “It’s called being a professional.”

Gods, she’s so funny. Delta might not be friends with the stick-up-her-ass old blood, but being around her was hilarious.

Delta bet she knew why she acted like she did. Old blood like her, she’d been crammed up in training ranges her entire life—and protecting her reputation. Especially this one. She had the air of royalty about her. And royalty for Wayfarers meant one thing—high-advancement parents. Real high. Prominent officers in a Highguild.

And I got to see her bouncing up and down a dildo, just twenty minutes ago. Delta knew how to hide her arousal—funny enough, having a high sex drive meant she could mask it, had learned how to—and the sight of Rosalie pleasuring herself had definitely done something for her. For a brief moment, Delta had appreciated the annoying blonde. She really knows how to make some cute noises.

Her thoughts were wandering. She had a rather ‘big’ task to come to terms with.

Delta walked up to the comically sized dick. She ran a hand against the rubbery, see-through white material. It had come pre-lubricated, and it glistened in the light, the wall torches flickering in the background. She withdrew her hand and rubbed her fingers together, watching the sticky material cling between her digits.

Maker. The size of it. It would literally go into my chest.

‘Don’t think too hard about anatomy’. The Scribe must’ve thought Herself hilarious, drafting up the potion’s item description. Who knew the gods had a sense of humor?

Delta’s heart rate picked up, staring at the object and imagining it filling her up. ‘Filling her up’. Literally, this time, not just a loose application of the phrase. It would stuff her so comically silly her stomach would be bulging. She’d be wrapped around it like …

She paused. Like a giant condom-person. The idea almost had Delta laughing. Well, that’s a gross piece of imagery, if I’ve ever imagined one.

And kind of hot, even if it’s weird.

Nobody’d ever accused Delta of being squeamish. Or vanilla.

Though this … it was a bit outside of even her preferences, or comfort-level, she’d admit.

Not that it’d stop her. Delta lived for new experiences. She couldn’t be happier with this arrangement, however much she might be the tiniest bit hesitant. Because how couldn’t she be hesitant? Look at the damn thing.

“You don’t have to—” Zoey started.

“Oh, fuck off,” Delta said instantly. “If I didn’t want to, I’d tell you. Don’t baby me. I’m not yours to protect.”

Zoey laughed, which brought a quirk to Delta’s lips. “Right,” Zoey said. “My bad.”

Not everyone liked her blunt nature; Delta knew that a hundred times over. That Zoey not only didn’t mind, but seemed to enjoy it, was kind of nice. Because she couldn’t help herself. Words had always barreled from her mouth without stopping by a checkpoint station, no matter how hard she tried. It had gotten her in a lot of trouble over the years. And lost her friends, a few times. She hoped Zoey wasn’t added to that list.

Delta walked forward, scooped up the potion, and downed it, letting her impulsive nature guide her. Don’t think too hard. I’ll just psyche myself out.

“I’m jealous,” Delta said amusedly. “You three are about to get such a show.” She didn’t think too hard about what she was doing as she sat down behind the giant dildo and scooted up to it. The thing pressed around her thighs, almost hard to fit between her legs. Its girth was as absurd as its height.

She tried wrapping both hands around and failed. The attempt wasn’t even close. It was thicker than her hands were tall, even.

“A show,” Zoey said. “Yeah. That’s, uh, accurate.”

Delta briefly noted how Zoey’s cock was at attention—because obviously, considering the circumstances. Funny enough, she noted that in comparison to this monster, Zoey’s own giant cock suddenly seemed a lot more palatable.

Allows impossible insertions, Delta thought, looking at the thing that would be stirring up her insides in the short future. No joke.

“Even with the potion, this thing might kill me.” Her apprehension was growing, now that she had scooted up to the dildo. Its cold bulk pressed into her, and exactly as she’d predicted, the tip of it reached all the way up between her breasts, above her sternum. It’ll be bumping my heart around. Seriously, what the hell? Where would all her organs go?

Don’t worry about the anatomy. Delta’s mouth opened as she began to pant. Fuck me, why is that so hot? Maybe she was more into this idea than she’d thought. Apprehensive as hell, sure. But she was excited to find out what it felt like.

She stood. She had only sat down and scooted forward to get a sense of what she was in for. Maybe she shouldn’t have.

“Okay. Well. This ought to be fun.”

She lined herself up. She barely had to bend her knees before the dildo’s enormous cock head was rubbing against her pussy. The object barely managed to squeeze between her thighs. She was struck for the tenth time about the insanity of this. If it barely fit between her legs, how would it fit inside?

Magic. A potion. But still.

Before she started to lower herself—and begin her should-be impossible task—she glanced up at her spectators.

Her lips curled in amusement. All three of them, even Rosalie, had wide eyes, and were leaned forward in anticipation. Rosalie’s cheeks were flushed, and she seemed incredulous as much as she was aroused. Zoey—both of them—on the other hand, had a look of fascination, and something predatory. She’s as excited as me. She wants to see me wrapped around this thing.

Well. Delta guessed she’d indulge that wish.

She breathed in, bracing herself, then lowered down.

The enormous toy pressed into her pussy, and for a brief moment, she thought this really would be impossible, despite the potion’s claimed effect. Because she couldn’t even get in a position to start spreading herself open; the side of the object, scaled up to such enormous size, meant she was practically pressing into a flat object.

But after some finagling, some wiggling of her hips, she found the position that finally let it sink in.

The first tiny portion, at least. The thinner, tapering part of the cock head. Even that much was … a lot. The sensation was indescribable. The potion masked the pain—and allowed the insertion in the first place—but it did nothing to mask the feeling of being spread apart by an object the girth of her head.

Delta’s pussy opened up, accepting its invader. Delta was leaning forward a bit—she was standing, because of its size—so she could look down and watch it happen. The sight was … incredibly erotic, and especially because it was Rosalie’s tight pussy this violation was happening to, not Delta’s.

A moan wrenched from her lips as she was torn in two—or that was it felt like—but Delta kept lowering herself. Her insides were stuffed completely full, more than full, by the enormous cock.

It filled her up, inch by incredible inch, and just kept going, kept invading her insides as she sank lower. She placed a hand on her lower stomach and felt the skin bulge and expand—felt the cock head fill her out—as she went lower.

Her hand followed the toy up her stomach as it squeezed into her insides. It’s in my stomach. Her normally flat, toned tummy was distended in a clear outline of an enormous cock. Her belly button was pushed out by it. Delta paused, only halfway down, and rubbed her hand against the massive protrusion. I can feel the bumps of the cock head. She traced it in fascination.

“How’s it feel?” Zoey asked.

Delta blinked and looked up; she’d almost forgotten she was being watched. The feeling of her entire body wrapping around a giant dildo was … pretty attention-consuming.

“Amazing,” Delta murmured. “I can’t even put it into words. Come feel.”

Zoey didn’t need to be convinced, as Delta hadn’t expected she would. She approached and got down on her knees, and her hand replaced Delta’s own. She rubbed around on Delta’s distended stomach, feeling the outlines of the toy. The friction of Zoey’s hand rubbing it around inside her was incredible. Delta felt like she was melting with ecstasy. Her pussy squeezed and squirmed against the toy.

“Keep going.” Zoey’s eyes were dark with lust. Delta could see pre-cum had started dripping from her cock. She’s really enjoying the show.

Delta obliged. Zoey’s hand followed the bulge up her stomach … up her rib cage … then between Delta’s breasts as she engulfed the toy in its entirety, her ass hitting the base of the flared toy. She looked down at her body, where a cylindrical pillar had invaded her all the way through. I can’t believe this. This is insane. And she’d never felt anything like it. She wanted more, somehow. For it to go literally all the way through, so it bulged into her throat and out her mouth. Not possible, she hazily thought. But this shouldn’t be, so imagine if it was.

Zoey’s hand rubbed circles around the toy, massaging the protrusion in Delta’s chest. “I … literally can’t describe how hot this is. Do you like it?”

“M-More than like it.” Delta couldn’t think. Her mind was hot sludge. Her entire body pulsed with desire—the need to have this thing moving around inside her. “Let’s see how riding this bad boy works.”

The trip up was a long one, and the feeling of the giant invader vacating her insides was almost as pleasurable as it was going in. A lewd noise tore from her lips, one she didn’t think she’d ever made before. Then back down—and watched again as her body wrapped around the toy a second time.

“That’s … that’s nice,” she panted. “Fuck, that’s nice.”

“I’m so jealous, right now,” Zoey said.

“Gotta be faster, next time.”

Zoey smirked.

“Give me a show,” Delta said. “It’s only fair, considering the one you have.” Her eyes flicked to Rosalie. “Come take care of Zoey. Both of them. They need a top-off, anyway.” Then, knowing Rosalie—knowing she’d need a prompt, “Let’s be efficient about this … break, yeah?”

Rosalie wavered, then uncrossed her arms. Her eyes were glazed over, and her chest was heaving up and down in excitement. Zoey was the one showing blatant interest, but Rosalie … Rosalie was turned on by this too. Who wouldn’t be?

“I suppose that’s a reasonable request,” she murmured.