3.31 ❤❤ Post Date IV

[ Content disclaimer: Distension, excessive cum, etc ]

Rosalie held true to her promise. She made Zoey suffer.

It was mostly made up by how Zoey got to do what she wanted. Rosalie attended to her needs carefully and with enthusiasm. For nearly an hour, Zoey thrust between or into her thighs, tits, hands, mouth, and pussy. The last one—full indulgence—she avoided after the first time. Being inside Rosalie was too exciting, and exciting meant painful, considering how the band of metal on the base of her cock was stopping her from finishing.

Fortunately, Rosalie could overpower her and still her frantic rutting. It wasn’t fun, dangling over that edge and being unable to throw herself off, but unlike the first time, Zoey didn’t torture herself for more than a full minute, desperately trying to reach a climax that wouldn’t come. It was painful—as much as it was pleasurable—but it wasn’t unbearable.

Or, it kind of was. But in a good way? It was impossible to describe Rosalie giving her a titjob as a bad thing, even if climax never came.

Her cock grew, bit by bit. Not all at once, or as fast as the first session. Zoey had grown a full four inches because she’d jerked herself off until she felt like she was melting, unable to find relief. It had been awful, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself. With Rosalie there to play guard, progress was slower, but steady—and not as excruciating. The ring grew in pace with her, otherwise things would’ve become rather untenable. But it took Zoey’s growth in pace, increasing in size itself.

Which led them to this moment.

Zoey slapped her cock down onto Rosalie’s stomach. It had always been impressive laid out against her petite blonde teammate, but now, at somewhere around twenty two inches, it was an almost comical size. It didn’t only reach up well past her belly button, but it reached past her sternum, to her collarbone, even. Zoey could keep the base where Rosalie’s pussy was, and Rosalie could give her a titjob. Insane. The sight made her dizzy.

“It won’t fit,” Zoey said flatly. She needed to be the voice of reason here. The excitement in Rosalie’s eye was making it obvious she wasn’t thinking clearly. She never did, caught up in this sort of thing. And to think she was the one who had gotten off five or six times, and so ought to have a clearer mind. Zoey only had gotten off once, and was finding it hard to keep her thoughts straight. But even so, she had a clearer mind than Rosalie. “It’s too big, Rosie.”

Despite her words, Zoey pushed her hips forward, then pulled backward, rubbing her cock along the length of Rosalie’s body. She was, despite trying to be reasonable, as transfixed as her partner. Maybe the torture had been worth it, when this was the sight that rewarded her.

And not even sight. She got to go in. And finish inside, too.

Definitely worth it.

“It reaches your collarbone,” Zoey said, and for all her tone of protest, her breath was coming faster. “It won’t fit. Literally. Delta had that potion, but we don’t.”

“It’s worth a try.” Rosalie had a crazy look in her eyes, growing by the second. “You have that skill.”

“And that’s not mentioning how thick it is. It’s as big as my fist.” That wasn’t even an exaggeration. Under normal circumstances, it would tear Rosalie in two. She had a skill that helped with this sort of thing, but there was no way it would be enough. Right?

“We’ll have to make do,” Rosalie murmured. “I’ll just have to adjust.”

“Adjust.” Zoey lifted her cock up and slapped it back down. The loud clap emphasized her point, but she voiced it out loud. “Adjust to this?”

Rather than discouraging Rosalie, the impact of Zoey’s cock  only seemed to excite her. She seemed eager at the prospect she wouldn’t adjust. That she might be torn in two.

“Fine,” Zoey said. “But you’re topping.” She was worried she wouldn’t be able to control herself. An hour of teasing had left a burning sensation under her skin. Sure, Rosalie could pin her down, overpower her easily, but she’d rather that not happen. Making herself uncomfortable was one thing, but Rosalie, another entirely.

Rosalie didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed Zoey and rolled her over, sitting on top of her. For a second, she sat on Zoey’s thighs and admired how Zoey’s cock reached up to her collarbone. Length wise, it was as impressive as the toy Delta had ridden. Not as wide, though. If it went in, it would still stuff Rosalie silly. There would definitely be a clear outline as it bulged her outward. Zoey’s breath came faster at the idea.

Rosalie kissed the tip, getting precum on her lips, which she cleaned off with a swipe of her tongue. She stood—literally stood, because that was the easiest way to handle things—and lined Zoey up to her entrance. Zoey was struck by the absurd sight. Twenty something inches. Seriously, what the hell.

And why did it turn her on so much?

Pretty obvious why. But still.

“Ready?” Rosalie asked.

“I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to ask you that.”

Rosalie lowered herself down. Zoey’s enormous cock head pressed into her pussy. Rosalie ground against her, spreading herself slowly. She sucked in a breath of air, a sound of pain and excitement. Zoey also groaned. She fought against the urge to buck upward and bury herself into Rosalie’s tight, wet pussy. It wasn’t the easiest task, with how long she’d been played with, teased, and denied.

“Fuck,” Rosalie muttered. “It’s so big.” She rubbed back and forth, digging Zoey’s cockhead a millimeter further with each rocking movement. Zoey felt her member being enveloped, slowly. Rosalie whined as the tip finally popped in—or at least the top half of it. She still had some stretching to deal with before Zoey would be all the way in.

Gritting her teeth, and making a whining noise deep in her throat, Rosalie forced herself lower. A tight heat wrapped around Zoey, and Zoey groaned, arching her back. The need to slap upward was overwhelming, but she forced herself to let Rosalie set the pace. Even more than normal, she couldn’t just go at it.

Her cock head finished going in. Rosalie gasped at the invasion, then  sighed, the growing pressure finally ceasing—though the wince on her face said she definitely hadn’t adjusted. That she’d gotten Zoey in at all was shocking. Zoey’s skill must be more willing to help things along than she thought. It must scale with her size, because even her previous thickness had been a tight fit, so its new girth really, really shouldn’t have fit.

Zoey watched as her oversized cock inched up Rosalie. Working eagerly, and panting with exertion and pleasure, she lowered herself down. A thick bulge pushed her stomach outward. It hit her belly button, then kept going. At the bottom of her rib cage, Rosalie had managed to get halfway down, or thereabout.

“Still so much,” Rosalie breathed.

How did she sound excited about that?

Instead of continuing her advance, Rosalie worked herself up and down the top half of Zoey’s cock, pumping herself full in an effort to adjust to things, to give time for Zoey’s skill to work. Zoey’s cock bulged outward wherever it went, making a clear outline on Rosalie’s stomach with the upward and downward motion. Rosalie placed a hand on the bulge, tracking it as it invaded her. Each bounce had a moan escaping her lips.

Finally, Rosalie continued her descent. The bulge went past the bottom of her ribcage, invading up to the base of her breasts. Rosalie groaned as she pushed herself down a few more inches, and the bulge appeared between her breasts.

“Guess … guess we don’t need the potion,” Rosalie panted. “Fuck, I’m so full.”

Zoey’s skill must be fudging the details of how anatomy worked, same as the potion, because the amount of cock Rosalie had inside her really shouldn’t be possible. Not that Zoey was protesting. She leaned forward and rubbed Rosalie’s stomach, feeling her own cock. Rosalie also rubbed, but higher up—between her breasts, playing with Zoey’s sensitive tip.

It was almost too much. Zoey still had the cock ring on, so she didn’t want to let herself reach climax. Or, almost-climax. That’d mean they would have to stop, and Zoey didn’t want to stop. So she fought the sensation away.

“Just a few more inches,” Zoey breathed.

Rosalie took a breath, then plunged down, slapping her ass into Zoey’s thighs. Zoey’s cock finished its invasion, the bulge pushing up to just beneath her collarbone. Rosalie moaned, and so did Zoey. The two of them shook with pleasure, and Zoey desperately fought the burning climax threatening to arrive. She’d been teased for too long.

“All the way,” Rosalie said, rubbing Zoey’s cockhead. “It wasn’t that bad.” She panted heavily. It’d been an ordeal for her, but her words were laced with pride. “And look at this.” Rosalie squeezed her tits together, pushing them toward Zoey’s cock. She rubbed up and down, giving her a titjob while Zoey was still inside her.

Zoey grabbed Rosalie’s hips and bucked into her, needing friction. The lewd display—and that Rosalie had finished her slow advance—had removed Zoey’s self control. She wanted to pump into Rosalie.

The bedframe creaked as Zoey’s hips moved in pace with Rosalie’s. Rosalie bounced atop her, using her tits to massage Zoey’s cock even as Zoey was inside her. She had a wild look in her eyes, lost to lust. The same as Zoey. Seeing Rosalie stuffed with twenty inches of girl cock was too much to resist. Even more than the event back at the second shard, because this was her cock, not a toy. She felt every coaxing inch of it—all the bumps and soft, wet pressure of Rosalie’s pussy. And the noises Rosalie was making. Zoey’s cock was almost too much for her, by the sound of things. She whined and groaned atop Zoey, bouncing and sending platinum hair fluttering.

Zoey growled and rolled over, pushing Rosalie into the bed, so she could pump into her with better leverage. Zoey pressed her hands into the bulge of her cock, on Rosalie’s stomach, massaging herself as she thrust in and out of the tight girl beneath her. Rosalie kept the titjob going, working desperately to milk the giant cock inside her.

“You said I could finish inside. That I could fill you up.”

“I can break the item’s effect, whenever,” Rosalie panted. “But hold off. Wait until you’re already there, and it’s stopping you. I’ll get more that way. And I want as much as you can give.”

Zoey pumped her hips, slapping into Rosalie’s lower half. Her stomach bulged with each stroke, nearly two feet of girl cock stuffing her. More than any time tonight, Zoey’s motions grew frenetic. She pistoned into her girlfriend with everything she had.

This was her chance to stuff Rosalie like that shard toy had Delta. To fill Rosalie up until her stomach bulged outward with her seed. Maybe even the precaution of a morning after potion wouldn’t be able to stop her from getting pregnant, then. She just had to work hard enough. Had to give her every sticky spurt she could manage, until Rosalie’s tummy pressed outward with the size of her load. Until she had so much cum inside her that pregnancy was inevitable.

Zoey rammed up against that invisible wall, her climax refusing to arrive. Zoey growled and leaned forward, pumping faster. Rosalie cried out with the violence of her thrusting. Her hands scrambled against bedsheets, no longer pleasuring Zoey’s cock with her tits. Her back arched as Zoey’s cock brought her to climax—

And Rosalie let her arrive, too.

The block disappeared, the iron band wrapped around the base of Zoey’s cock no longer stopping her from cumming. Ecstasy arrived, and Zoey’s cock clenched. She spurted hot waves of sticky string into Rosalie. She felt every ejection course through her cock. The first few spurts—Zoey still pumping—didn’t have any noticeable effect. But as Zoey kept going and going, Rosalie’s stomach filled up. The bulge of Zoey’s cock across her body started to disappear as liquid pushed her stomach outward.

Seeing it, Zoey worked harder. She pumped cum into her girlfriend until she looked months pregnant, then kept going, kept filling her with her seed. Rosalie shook on the bed, coming apart with her own euphoria.

Finally, her muscles shaky from the heat that had washed over her, Zoey admired her handiwork. As she’d wanted, she had filled Rosalie up until her stomach bulged. That roundness was from Zoey’s cum. Zoey ran a hand across it, fascinated. Rosalie, hazy-looking, did the same.

“I almost don’t want to pull out,” Zoey said, wonderingly. Then, the mind-erasing pleasure withdrawing from her, letting exhausted, rational thoughts start to return. “Uh. Maybe I shouldn’t. How are we going to clean that?” When Zoey pulled out, all that cum would come spilling out onto the sheets. Then again, they’d already made a mess of things.

Rosalie kept running a hand across her stomach. “You liked it, I’m taking it.”

“You liked it,” Zoey said, amused. It was Rosalie’s enthusiasm that had milked her so dry.

“Mm,” Rosalie said, absently. No direct answer—her orgasm had come and gone, so the embarrassing things she could say so easily in the moment wouldn’t show, now. “Take me to the shower. That’s our best option, I guess.”

Laughing, Zoey picked Rosalie up. Her distended stomach pressed into Zoey’s, and fuck, it made her cock stir again inside Rosalie. She was so hot, stuffed like this. Zoey kissed her, which Rosalie eagerly returned.

Zoey did as told, waddling the two of them over to the bathroom.