Don't Overwork Yourself!

"Don't overwork yourself!"

Claire heard those words again, for her fifth and final 'break-time'.

The short girl had spoken was poised on her knees, plopped in front of the heavy recliner Claire dutifully sat in. Settling in, the dainty figure began gently stroking Claire's large, semi-flaccid cock, glanced up briefly, her heavy tits swinging side to side.

"I don't want you burning out! You always work so hard, you know? My best employee deserves to relax..."

The soft eyes and gentle smile looking up could have almost fooled her, if not for the small bead of saliva dripping from the corner of her lips.

"Marina, you and I both know-" Claire began,

"Shhh-." Marina interrupted, tone more firm "You've been working hard the last hour, and it's MY job, as YOUR manager, to ensure your needs are taken care of." She tutted softly, "We gotta maintain healthy work-life balance!"

"... I mean-",

"Hush, Claire."

Marina's tone sharpened further, uncharacteristically firm, cutting off any further attempts of protest, her expression hardening. Below, Marina's hand, which was cupping a softball-sized testicle, ever so slightly tightened its grip.

"... And let me take care of you."

Claire gulped, noticing *that* expression, and gave a soft sigh of defeat, while her churning balls swelled a quarter inch larger in Marina's trained grip.

"Yes ma'am."

She knew there was no point in fighting once Marina had reached this state.

Her cock seemingly grew harder, despite having already grown completely erect.

~~~~

Marina's hard expression lingered for another second, until, apparently satisfied, it softened into the kind, gentle expression she was known for.

"Good girl. That's my Claire!" she beamed, twin dimples showing, as she turned back to the ever-present task at hand.

Claire hated to admit it, but seeing that smile always made her melt. Marina might be a little pushy about 'employee care', but Claire could never stay upset at her doting manager. As she slouched into the oversized armchair, legs further spreading, a soft smile formed on her own mouth. "This little deviant always wins," she thought, as she stared up into the ceiling of the bar's quiet back office. The clock on the wall showed it was 2:04am, last call long having rung out, the doors locked, all other employees already gone home. Just the two of them were left, as it always was.

Claire shook her head, knowing she was trapped, but not mad about it. Her little smile lingered as she let her hips slide further forwards, testicles pushing further into Marina's eager grip.

"Still..." Clair's thoughts continued to linger on the situation, and Marina, "... she's the only one who hasn't run..." further ruminating, however, was ground to a halt, as the pleasure growing from her groin grew too great. A soft moan slipped from her mouth as a low churning sound began.

"SUCH a good girl, Claire... so very good..."

Had Claire been able to see, she would have witnessed Marina's soft expression slowly go slack, and kind, doe eyes sharpen, until she was staring holes into those churning, swelling balls as though she was possessed.

Her hands increased their fervent worship, one hand stroking faster on the thickening shaft, the other more intently cupping and caressing the massive testicles. Tracing the veins and lines. The knowing fingers capable of teasing every inch of pleasure from all of Claire's most delicate spots. Marina was truly a master of her craft.

In just three seconds, another half-inch was added to the massive sack's size. A single testicle was almost too large now for Marina to properly cup with her dainty hands. A single drop of drool hit the base of the shaft, slipping from the corner of Marina's mouth.

A shaft who's girth had long since swollen past the point Marina's small fingertips could encircle. Marina's grip around it tightened.

Claire inhaled sharply from above, still not used to just how incredible Marina made her feel. No one in all her 27 years came close. What was more shocking was the difference it made to her overall size... in just the six months the futanari had worked at the bar, her previous 'max size' of 18 inches and baseball sized testicles (when fully erect!) had rapidly been surpassed. Something about how Marina touched her seemed to awaken something deep inside her system, and she couldn't explain it.

Never before had anyone wished her 'bigger', always the opposite. They'd always balk at her size, give a handjob at most, but never anything further. Eventually the relationship would crumble, leaving her to deal with her ceaseless libido, alone. Again. Not that she ever blamed them of course, it was too big for anyone. She had to cum 8 or 9 times a day. It was so RIDICULOUSLY over-sized. She hated it. It felt like a curse, a demon.

That is... until Marina caught her trying to relieve herself in the bathrooms on her break. It had been such a long day, the tail end of a double shift, and Claire had woken up late that morning, forcing her to skip her normal two or three orgasms before work. By the end of shift, she was rock hard on the clock, cock pressing into her pants, balls completely full. She couldn't think. Just a quick one in the bathroom... But a full 10 minutes later, the quiet moans and much louder splashing of the toilets caused Marina came to check on her, and make sure she was ok. Claire still remembered her heart dropping into her stomach when the door opened, so sure that was her final day; the demon taking her relationships AND income away...

But... Marina was... oddly understanding.

"You poor thing..." Her soft, gentle eyes glancing up and down, surveying the iron hard shaft, which was still shooting errant shots. Her signature smile creeping onto her face, "You've just been overworking so much..."

~~~~

Ever since that day, Marina personally serviced her, five times a shift. Six times on her longer Friday and Saturday shifts. Seven times on Sundays, her longest shift. And, well... Eight on *particularly busy* Sundays, giving her two back to back orgasms after close "just to let you know I appreciate you!". That's just how Marina was, always kind and thoughtful of others.

That kindness, apparently, extended to girls with enormous, throbbing cocks... audibly churning, unemptyable balls... Claire's ruminating returned, as her cock seemingly thickened yet again in Marina's grip.

She still didn't understand the growing. But, where before she would've been aghast (she used to dread getting physicals, until her genital growth seemingly plateaued around 22), she didn't really mind as much these days. Since she worked 7 days a week, her needs were mostly taken care of.

Before Marina, the hustle and bustle of the bar was enough to keep her mind occupied, giving her an out to let her feel like a *normal* girl for a few hours every day... before going home to 'appease the demon'. So, she craved the normalcy, always volunteered for every shift, until she was working every day. She buried herself in it. But, after Marina caught her, well... come to think of it, she actually hasn't masturbated at home once. Marina so thoroughly drains her during the work day, by the time she gets home, she has a clear head.

Truth be told, she hadn't been this happy in years. In no small part because Marina seems to actually *enjoy* every minute of it. Additionally, the extra hours of free time at home has finally allowed her to indulge in personal time; gaming, drawing, and other hobbies that were previously put aside to appease her incessant production.

She finally felt like she was getting to *live a little*, all thanks to this meek little girl, who was currently on her knees, fervently stroking her gargantuan shaft and cupping her balls.

Little Marina... She peered down once again at the girl servicing her.

Not an inch over 5ft tall, brown dusty hair, a shoulder-length bob.

Round thick glasses, doe eyes, freckles.

Two little dimples when she smiled.

Her cute, petite figure.

Or... well or so Claire had thought, as Marina only ever wears large sweaters and oversized tops. Until that rainy day Marina forgot an umbrella, and pulled her sweater off right in front of her... when she was drenched from head to toe... Turns out, Marina's 28 G cups can't be hidden entirely. Even with the girl now topless in front of her, her cock throbbed at the mental image of her soaked and pulling off that sweater. Her churning balls swelled a bit larger.

-

Thus it was the soft spoken 25 year old, Claire's younger by two years, who owned the bar and employed her... also owned her cock and balls. If she wasn't careful, she'd own her heart, too. That intrusive thought made her chest tighten, as she mentally chastised herself for thinking dumb thoughts. Her genitalia, however, did not share the same sentiment, and the churning audibly grew louder. Her balls suddenly jumped an entire inch larger, the fastest they've ever swollen in their little 'break sessions'.

"VERY. GOOD. GIRL..." Marina almost grunted from below, words caught between sharp inhales, as she felt those pent up testicles rapidly swelling in her palms. Larger drops of drool fell from Marina's lips, hitting the now 23 inch shaft. The fist sized head of the monstrous appendage pressed into Marina's ample chest, which was almost able to hide an entire third of shaft. Precum smeared between Marina's swinging tits, skin shining, while the rest dripped into the 20 gallon bucket Marina always had ready to contain Claire's enormous cumshots.

Marina scooched forwards, shuffling on her knees, to bring her soft, small body close to the base of Claire's enormous shaft. There, she pressed her large breasts against the front of the swollen balls, while lifting the shaft up and setting it over her shoulder. She brought both hands down, diligently cupping both balls at once, massaging them with her expert ministrations, while smothering the front of them with her breasts. They had grown almost to the size to cantaloupes, almost rivaling the tits in size.

"You're making SO MUCH... for me..." Marina murmured softly, almost trance-like, before she seemed to catch herself, eyes shooting up. Her usual kind and gentle expression radiant across her face. "I just KNEW you needed to relax after that late rush!" She chirped happily, almost speaking in a singsong voice.

"Y-yea..." Claire spoke through gritted teeth, the pleasure of her balls being so expertly handled frying her nervous system "It-it was a t-TON of customers.... t-tonight..." The warm breasts pushing against her balls seemed to challenge them, as they grew even larger, pressing more firmly into the soft tissue, trying to match them in size. And getting close.

"I know, honey~, I know..." Marina softly chimed, eyes drifting back downwards, zeroing in once again on Claire's enormous, swelling sack. As 'honey' left Marina's lips, another throb shot through Claire's shaft, growing heavier, as it swelled against the small girl's shoulder. Claire was particularly weak to Marina's pet names. The sounds of churning grew louder.

"We were swamped all the way until close..." Marina continued, her hands working deftly to massage the weighty, heavy balls.

"I know it's only Wednesday, but at this rate..." They again churned, this time even more audibly, plumping up visibly, pressing Marinas slender fingers further apart. They matched the size of her breasts, and were quickly eclipsing them.

Marina cupped the mighty balls, seemingly weighing them in her small hands.

"I need to give you the Sunday special." Marina declared. "Normally these aren't this heavy for another 15 minutes."

Something about Marina's tone struck a chord in Claire. Her stomach dropped, and she started to sweat across the brow. She was growing very hot all of a sudden. The audible churning from her balls seemed to agree with Marina, as they grew ever larger, another half inch, now larger than the small girls potent breasts.

Claire didn't disagree with the statement, they were significantly bigger than normal for it only being six minutes into 'break time'. That's not why she was sweating, or clammy.

~~~~

For so long, as long as she could remember... she resented cumming. The incessant need, the pressing desire rising up from 'the demon'. Getting in the way of what she actually wanted to *do!*

Marina had somewhat alleviated the resentment, but she still wasn't *excited* about it. It still felt like a necessary evil.

But... something about how Marina said that made her throb.

Not below, in her swelling balls. Not her hardening, lengthening shaft. But in her chest, in her heart.

She...

WANTED to cum more.

She WANTED to cum... as much as she possibly could.

For Marina.

~~~~~

The low churning, rumbling, of her balls- suddenly stopped.

Marina gasped, quietly, and quickly looked up towards Claire. Unable to see Claire's face, from the angle, she quickly checked in, clearly concerned, "Are you alright?! I didn't hurt you did I?!" Marina's concern was genuine and tender. Her hands instantly relaxed their previously firm grip on the enormous, now bowling ball sized testicles, "You know I told you to say if I was getting too rou-"

Claire's breathing hitched, before a loud, low moan escaped from her mouth,

"I th-think..."

*Claire grunted through shallow breaths,*

"I-.. I w-want...-"

*The low rumbling suddenly returned.*

"T-the Sunday special..."

*The volume rapidly increased.*

"The M-m-m-onday special..."

*The swelling resumed.*

"T-t-the.. t-the Marina... special."

Louder, and louder, Claire's testicles began vibrating, almost violently, in Marina's hands. Suddenly, the normal swelling she was used to was quickly replaced began positively BALLOONING with seed and virility. Claire was moaning incessantly, words failing her, as her head flung back against the cushions. Her shaft grew 3-4 inches all at once, the weight of it almost jumping up by a quarter. Marina's face flickered from concerned, to shocked, as her eyes glanced back down. She deftly moved the fat, heavy shaft to her other shoulder, despite its immense weight, allowing herself to fill her vision with Claire's testicles. All at once, they began growing faster than either girl had ever seen. The usual small hitches in size; nowhere to be found. They rapidly grew larger and larger, whole inches at a time, right before Marina's eyes.

Marina's shocked expression softened.

Her concerned, open jaw, slowly closed shut.

The gentle smile returned, as her hands resumed their masterful kneading of the rapidly swelling balls, only increasing the pace, as she felt their weight almost double from 10 seconds ago. Sounds of liquid violently churning and sloshing was erupting from the beach-ball sized testicles.

"... that's my girl. That's my Claire." it was almost a whisper, "I told you honey~, you just need to relax, and let me take care of you. Let your Marina take care of you." Though Marina hadn't seen it yet, the shaft over her shoulder had already reached 28 inches in length, and was growing longer, girth thickening. Marina leaned forwards, softly kissing the top of Claire's enormous shaft, peppering it with kisses, while kneading the medicine ball sized testicles as they grew eagerly into her lap, pace still increasing. Claire's breath hitched again, Marina's kisses like lightning, each zapping Claire's entire nervous system. She once again threw her head back on the recliner.

She'd never felt like this before, so full, so hard. So achingly full. And it just kept getting worse.

But... she wanted it. For the first time, she *wanted* it.

To feel full.

*More* full.

Harder.

Fill them more... it wasn't enough.

She knew... she could get even bigger.

Bigger for Marina.

More cum... for Marina.

~~~~~~

The rumbling grew louder once again. Her balls sagged further down off the recliner, reaching the size of large pumpkins in a few seconds. They drooped heavily into Marina's lap, as she grinned happily, big dimples showing.

"So much for me!" Marina chirped, once again sounding like her normal, cheery self,

"But, you can give me more than that, right honey?"

Claire almost didn't feel like she heard her right. Like she was dreaming.

Marina's tone shifted again, lowering almost an entire octave. A low, sultry voice rose up from the girl beneath her, one she had never heard before.

I know... you have more. More, for your Marina."

Claire thought she died, she was so sure of it. She was dead, and this was heaven. Afraid that if she looked, it would all disappear, she still couldn't help herself. Her head, reeled back, slowly nodded forward. Her eyes slowly inched down, unsure if the girl of her dreams would still be there. She was so afraid she would wake up alone in her bed, like always.

From below, Marina's eyes stared up at her. A fire she had never seen before filled them.

Claire felt a new terror.

The girl she loved was about to kill her. She was going to be milked until nothing was left. Her survival instincts started firing, saying RUN FROM THIS WOMAN. DANGER.

Marina repeated herself, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes burning with intensity, unbridled lust. Raw, insatiable lust.

"More. For your Marina."

~~~~

Her words struck her like poison. Like honey. Like nectar. She didn't know. Nothing made sense. She needed to give her everything. So much more.

"I-I.. I... f-FUCK-! Marina... I-"

Claire couldn't speak, she was struggling to even breath, so strong were the emotions she was feeling. So foreign yet so *right*.

She barely processed what she just heard... More?

But... for Marina...

"As m-m-mmuch... how much...-" Claire sputtered.

"-Do I want?" Marina interrupted, her expression only growing more devious, tongue dashing out to lick her hungry lips. Claire stared down, terrified, frozen in place, heart beating out of her chest, entire body sweating, as her shaft throbbing incessantly. The churning in her balls increased in intensity, its pitch rapidly lowering, as they plumped up larger, ever larger, almost twice as fast as before Marina has spoke. They weighed heavy against her thighs.

"What if..." Marina trailed off.

Claire was still. Paralyzed.

Marina, still staring intently right into her eyes, wiggled from underneath the heavy sack, freeing her legs. Her hands slowly caressing back upwards, over the enormous sacks, as she began to stand, slowly, keeping eye contact, almost slithering up Claire's body. The 32 inch shaft slid off her shoulder, bouncing up and down, before stabilizing against her hip, as she crept up, and up. Up the stomach, across Claire's modest C cup breasts, to behind Claire's neck, Marina's hands wandered across every inch of Claire's frozen body, sweat pouring down the frozen girls brow and chest. Now face to face, Marina slowly pulled Claire's head forward as she stood to her full 5ft height.

She moved closer. Claire was certain *Marina* was the demon now. Ensared, trapped, but, didn't she, isn't this- how does?! Thoughts and emotions slammed into each other, unable to resolve.

Marina quickly pulled her squat leg up and over the enormous, now 35 inch cock, straddling it. She plopped her weight down, nestled forward, leaning into Claire groin and hips, while squeezing the shaft between her tender thighmeat. It held her weight alone, barely bending. She smiled, then, her usual, more gentle smile, dimples popping, but the fire in her eyes only seemed to burn hotter. Leaning her small frame forward, she tucked into Claire's larger form, resting with her face just inches away.

Claire was fighting to not cum on the spot.

Teeth clenched, grinding, shocked, confused, terrified. She caught a glimpse of her Marina, but lost it behind the fires of this monster. There was another enormous jump in production, and emotions, paralyzing her thoughts.

Time slowed to a still.

Claire swore her heart was about to stop, despite the ever-present churning.

Panic and anticipation raced across her chest, heavier than cement.

...

"What if... I kissed you, would that help?"

~~~~~

Marina didn't wait for an answer, she already knew it.

Their lips locked.

~~~~~

In the six months of 'break time', they had never kissed. They'd never even held hands.

Marina had always sat her down, 'as your boss!' she tutted, before tending to Claire's incessant needs.

'Don't overwork yourself!' She'd always begin, pulling out the bucket, as Claire would remove her own pants and compression shorts.

For the first week, Marina only used her hands, and they often engaged in idle chatter.

On day eight, after a rough Sunday shift, Marina used her mouth, 'to be extra thorough, I think you need it after today!' she had chirped, prompting Claire's largest load yet from the drool covered shaft.

And every 'break-time' thereafter Marina would use her delicate lips and tongue... to be thorough.

-

Somewhere around day 40, Claire was fuming as she headed to 'break time'. A terribly rude customer had soured her entire day. As Claire sunk into the chair, throwing her pants to her ankles, she pontificated all the various methods she'd dispose of the body 'if the world worked AS IT SHOULD!'. Marina retrieved her bucket (while nodding and 'mhm!'ing the whole time, of course) while quietly removing her large sweater, oversized t-shirt, and extremely tight bra. Fully displaying the incredibly shapely 28 G cups so normally hidden, and patiently waited.

Claire, oblivious, continued on: 'to the known gods, the unknown gods, Jesus, Mohammad, Bahamut, Hades, Socrates, I don't care, just SOMEBODY, ANYONE, GRANT ME A DEATH LAZER SO I CAN-', she halted mid-speech, as her eyes finally focused on Marina, who had taken to squeezing her enormous breasts together and swaying them back and forth, smiling.

"I!- UH!- uh-..." A ripping sound tore through the room, as Claire's shaft tore clean through her compression shorts.

Marina laughed so much that night, teasing Claire with shakes and squeezes, pulling Claire's hands to her chest since 'they make great stress relievers!', as Claire would go red in the face and try not to look. Her cock, as usual, betrayed her intentions, rapidly growing past its record size of 21 inches, jumping to 23 in a single night. Her balls of course followed suit, and she output a full gallon and a half in the bucket that night, from her usual 0.8 to 1 gallons.

Every 'break-time' thereafter, Marina was always sure to remove her top before starting.

-

Yet, despite the physical intimacy, they'd never kissed. Marina never touched herself, it was always about Claire. And Marina was always ready with the bucket, strictly 'to keep you from overworking!'. Claire, for a long time, appreciated this silent agreement, as she didn't want to complicate work further.

But... over the long months, Claire had found herself looking forward to break-time more and more.

Often, she'd find herself absently staring at Marina, even while on the clock, only to quickly snap her attention to her register if their eyes met. Marina's smile would always follow, though she wouldn't see it.

At night, alone, Claire's mind would run adrift with the things she would like to do with Marina, places she'd like to show her, movies she'd watch with her. She'd get lost in her gentle eyes and soft smile, even when her throbbing shaft filled those small, delicate hands.

~~~~

As these thoughts spun and collided in Claire's skull, Marina's tongue pried her lips opens.

There was a soft thudding sound. Her balls had grown large enough to hit the floor from the recliner.

~~~~

Marina's tongue explored every inch of Claire's mouth. She still couldn't breathe, or even believe this was happening.

But, her tongue started dancing back.

Slowly, Claire's hands reached around the petite waist, to grab her surprisingly plump ass, which was suspended over her enormous now 43 inch shaft.

Lightning was racing through Claire's body. Marina's hips were grinding back and forth against the her shaft, as it continuously grew thicker, lifting her higher. Marina's left hand pressed into her cheek, while right moved from around her to forcefully grab Claire's hair, pulling hard. The lightning coalesced into a monstrous heat.

Splurting and splattering rang throughout the room. Despite Marina's hands being off her genitals entirely, Claire had the mother of all orgasms rip through her body. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Ten, twenty times more intense than the largest orgasm she could remember. She could feel Marina smiling through their locked lips, both girls moaning and gasping as she tightened her thighs around the bucking shaft. It swelled tremendously.

Marina pulled back from her kiss, once again staring at Claire with her signature smile, all the while gripping the cock with a vice-like grip between her thighs, legs almost vibrating. Claire could just barely make out her face, those fire-filled eyes, her vision blurry as her cock bucked and balls pulled upwards over and over.

But she saw it.

Her Marina.

The gentle smile was tucked into the devilish grin, the kindness was the fuel of the fire in her eyes. Her Marina.

Claire moaned, gasping over and over, as the orgasm rapidly gained strength and intensity. The spurting against the wall quickly grew into a solid torrent, as her eyes rolled back. Her shaft and cumvein swelled almost twice as large, reaching 48 inches over a second. The sound of cum against the wall became downright violent, spraying all the way back and up until it was raining on both girls in tiny droplets. Spluting across the entire office.

Below, the cacophony that was her balls roared only louder, thudding loudly against the floor over and over, unsecured objects actually shaking from the magnitude of impacts in the office, as they raised and lowered. Until their continued growth cemented them to the floor, so large they could pump cum directly into the shaft nonstop from the floor. Cum was already pooling backwards, filling the floor in a thin layer. Claire felt the heat all across the base of her balls as the cum pooled, which only turned her on more.

Her normal 26-30 shots, her regular orgasm, even at her maximum output, was nothing even close to this. She'd never cum more than 2 gallons in a single orgasm. And yet, 20 gallons easily covered the floor, and it hadn't even been ten seconds. Drool strung between the two girls lips.

Marina tightened her grip, thighs vibrating, before closing her own eyes and biting her lip. She abruptly pulled Claire's face forwards, before violently spiking it into her own enormous chest, grunting like an animal. Her breath hitched, followed by a huge moan that surrounded and broke Claire's entire psyche. Claire felt what must have been a pitcher of boiling water drench the entire surface of her enormous shaft.

Marina came.

~~~~

The two girls stayed locked like this for over a full minute.

Neither could stop.

Marina's tan khaki's were soaked from crotch to hem, having cum so much across the bucking, swelling shaft it was running down both their legs and covering their laps. All the while, Marina had gripped Claire's head, smothering her with her enormous breasts, somehow increasing the intensity of Claire's orgasm even further, despite barely being able to breath. She could hear every thud of Marina's heart, as it thrummed repeatedly in her ears like an enormous, cum fueling drum. The spurting grew louder, as the thrumming and churning of her balls reached a deafening pitch.

Marina eventually stopped cumming, one minute and 15 seconds in. Claire's monumental orgasm continued unabated, only strengthening during that time.

After 2 minutes of straight cum pouring into the room, it was ankle deep, reaching wall to wall, slowly draining under the door into the main area of the bar. It was easily 400-500 gallons of cum, unlike anything either girl had seen before. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. They were in love.

Finally, around 2:30, the nonstop deluge ended, ball churning quieting slightly, as Claire gasped into Marina's chest, trying to catch her breath, still moaning. Marina, moaning as well, rocked her hips and sopping pussy across the rock-hard shaft. Still pressing her breasts into Clarie's face, she managed to mutter,

"Honey, I'm so prou-"

The churning picked back up, spray instantly resuming, drowning out the rest of the sentance. Claire desparately moaned once again into her chest, almost screaming. Her second shot had begun.

~~~~~

15 minutes later, the office door latch broke, and the 6ft high cum ocean contained within the office flooded throughout the entire bar.

Marina, fully naked and screaming in ecstasy, dug her hips forwards. Mouth agape, she scratched her nails into Claire's back, as her 32nd orgasm ripped through her body, stronger than the last. Her pussy once again began spraying her own deluge of cum, with so much force it almost lifted her off the shaft, she latched her large thighs around it like a vice grip to stay anchored.

Claire's swollen stomach sloshed with gallons of Marina's juices, fueling her balls beyond measure. Marina came harder, entire body lifting once again from the pressure of her release, before slamming down using her legs, over and over, further encouraging the shaft to grow. She kept aiming to grind her inch and half hard clit against a particularly thick vein, as it pounded with blood, serving as a vibrator, making her shoot harder. Her round belly and M cup breasts bounced incessantly. Both girls were screaming, almost hoarse.

~~~

It was somewhere around the 4th minute of Claire's monstrous orgasm, when Marina, in between orgasms three and four of her own, suddenly made a strange, guttural croak, almost like like an animal. She suddenly and furiously tore her own pants off. The tiny girl's hands literally ripped the soaking, thick seams apart, starting from the crotch, with strength neither girl had ever witnessed. She then shredded her soaked panties as if they were made of tissue paper.

From there, pussy finally free, she quickly stood up on the armrests of the ruined recliner, straddled over Claire, standing over her like God herself. Claire, mind blank, only able to make out flesh and white blurs, barely reacted. Until Marina, stone faced, shoved her throbbing, half inch thick clit right into Claire's mouth and came.

Marina's 4th orgasm was stronger than any she'd had so far in her entire life, as she soaked Claire from head to shaft in her juices. Though Claire's orgasm was functionally blinding her, she screamed louder as her body was covered in pussy juice, and a massive THRUM was heard below. Both girls were lifted a full foot off the recliner, as Claire's balls erupted with production after tasting Marina's juices.

Despite her shaft instantly growing another 6 inches, and cumvein widening tremendously, her balls produced faster than she could shoot, growing large enough to lift them off the slowly breaking chair.

-

After the 7th minute, Marina had completely covered Claire's body in her juices, having cum nonstop for the last 2 minutes herself. Still ongoing, she slammed her spraying mound into Claire's mouth, over and over, forcing the girl to eat her out and drink her cum directly. All while Claire kept flooding the office, her first orgasm only continuing to intensify with Marina's insatiable lust. She stayed like this until minute 12, her own orgasms ripping through her one after another, growing stronger, her own cum filling Claire's belly to the point it was beginning to round out from the volume.

Finally, exhaustion and dehydration taking hold, Marina lowered her head, then her body, still squirting softly, back onto the shaft. From here, she was able to easily bend her hands and cup them in the ocean of Claire's cum, which had been rising over the last 12 minutes faster and faster, having buried Claire's balls entirely now. Marina, exhausted and thirsty, began scooping the cum into her mouth like an ambrosia.

She drank handful after handful, insatiable, her own belly starting to round as she drank more and more of Claire's cum.

Suddenly, as though possessed, she sprang up, legs locked, again standing over the still-shooting Claire, becoming silent, as her inflated stomach sloshed with cum.

Claire, despite her shattered mind, felt the energy shift, her eyes properly opening for the first time in 12 minutes, and she stared upwards at the tiny shortstack straddling her. Marina's head rolled back, her hips thrusting forwards into the air, and she suddenly squeezed her large breasts, and screamed.

Her breasts, already enormous for her frame, shot forward, growing by cup sizes in an instant. Her erect nipples, already hard, tripled in size, before jettisoning milk violently all over the two girls. Though the output was still dwarfed by Claire's cock, her growing breasts sprayed more milk than either girl had ever seen, and it was still ramping up. Pistoning her hips like she was the one fucking, Marina's breasts continued to spill out from her small hands, growing larger and larger, until Marina erupted with an orgasm like never before.

Claire felt her head get slammed back into the recliner as the stream of girl cum jetted out, the pressure was so immense. She quickly shut her eyes so she wouldn't get hurt.

Then, all reason abandoned her.

She fervently reached up and around Marina's legs, grabbed her ass cheeks, which also had grown tremendously, and pulled the fire hydrant of a woman closer, while opening her mouth. Marina screamed even louder, the spray doubling in volume, widening to cover every direction. Her breasts, now M cups, slowed in growth, along with her ass, but her pussy continued to spray harder and harder, her orgasm only getting more intense as she got closer to Claire's mouth. She needed to spray it insider her, to fill the churning batteries below that were quickly lifting them higher off the ground.

Still screaming incoherently, she reached back, grabbed one of Claire's hands gripping her ass cheeks, and pushed it towards her tight asshole, forcefully shoving Claire's fingers into her own ass. Screams rang out, and both of them to somehow came even harder.

Without words, they simply screamed and moaned, cumming on each other furiously and relentlessly. Finally, despite the pressure pushing her away, Claire connected, spraying Marina's absolute torrent of girl cum directly down her own throat, gallons at a time. Claire's stomach quickly rounded out, then started growing larger, before a terrible gurgling erupted from beneath the lake.

For the next three minutes, Claire grew faster than ever before, the wall of cum quickly rising to cover them all the way to their necks, as Claire's body furiously processed Marina's cum, powering it directly into her balls, easily tripling her production, if not more.

Finally, as the 15th minute passed, with the cum level almost submerging the women, the latch to the office door gave, and it swung open, flooding the bar as the office drained. Soon after, around minute 16, Marina finally collapsed, her orgasm ending, and Claire's orgasm followed suit.

~~~~

Her cock was harder than it had ever been in her life. Her balls were still firmly anchored to the floor. Marina sunk back down into her straddled position across the enormous shaft, idly rubbing her pussy and hips across it, still dripping herself. Her swollen cheeks almost swallowing the top half of the enormous shaft, as she played with her now R cup breasts, which hung heavy and low into her lap.

She watched Claire slowly return to her senses, her eyes slowly refocusing, her breathing normalizing. Claire finally saw that cute, gentle face she had fallen in love with.

"... so... was that... enough...." Claire managed to grunt out, exhausted, looking at Marina for approval.

Marina finally looked *behind* her, for the first time since she had come up from servicing Claire's balls 20 minutes ago. Surveying the damage, the broken office door, the cum which was probably ankle deep, meaning there had been enough to fill the entire restaurant to the point it couldn't even leak out the front doors fast enough. She turned downwards to survey the enormous, steel-hard 87 inch cock she had been riding the last 20 minutes, and gently patted it, peering over the shaft to see the recliner-sized balls resting in the cum lake, slightly fatter towards the bottom as they rested and spread a bit on the floor, having crushed the front of the recliner.

She turned her gentle smile back, before leaning close-

"No, my love. It wasn't."

Claire felt the two legs squeezing her cock tighten their grip, and suddenly, Marina came again. Harder than Claire could remember her cumming before, as though seeing the sheer output was pushing her past her limits. She started lifting off the enormous shaft, he juices sheer pressure enough to lift her entire 145 pound body, before she gripped it and leaned forwards, shooting her juices behind her and across the shaft.

"It... wasNT- GIVE ME MORE!! MORE, MY LOVE, SO MUCH-!" Marina's gentle face contorted with lust, the familiar gentle eyes alighting with fire unlike she had ever seen, even earlier. Claire's chest stirrred up feelings had never felt before. She loved her. She loved her so much. She'd give her anything.

Claire felt lightning once again, the delirious woman she loved somehow multiplying the sensations that had racked her body. The rumbling began anew, as Marina screamed, breasts again growing another cup size, as they started again pouring out a tremendous amount of milk. Her throbbing clit, visible to both of them, as it was at least an inch and a half long, grew half an inch harder, before she squirting like never before. Claire heard her spray hard enough to hit the far wall of the bar, through the office door, almost 30 feet awar from the, sounding like a fire hydrant.

Marina was pressed firmly into Claire's chest from the pressure, and looked up at her with her lust-filled eyes, gasping,

"YOU'RE... GONNA FUCK ME... WITH THIS MONSTER COCK..." Her enormously thighs squeezed it harder than ever before, firmly denting it in from the sides despite its rock-like exterior, causing Claire to gasp with pleasure.

"NO MATTER HOW BIG... IT GETS...-"

Her free hand reached over she hooked her arm around the shaft, which had started growing once again. The two girls didn't notice, but they were already being lifted higher once again, Claire's balls rapidly growing and lifting them off further off the recliner as her production skyrocketed.

"STARTING... TONIGHT-"

Marina was screaming, gasping, cumming, and ordering Claire for more all at once. Claire was powerless. She would give anything for her. Anything she wanted. No matter how much. The cum shot out of Marina in huge waves, drenching the store behind them that was still intact. Marina's output alone was starting to make a slight increase to the levels of cum in the room. Her head shot back, grabbing her milky tit, and a powerful jet punched a hole straight through the doorframe of the office. Marina clenched her teeth, breathing steadying somewhat.

Marina's orgasm waned, and her head shot forward. She grabbed Claire by the back of the neck, forcing them to lock eyes once again. Claire was hyperventilating, her eyes dancing in their sockets, as her shaft and testicles grew faster than ever before, pushing them higher up. The chair could be heard further splintering.

"Flood the bar."

"To the brim."

That voice, pure, unadulterated lust. Claire felt her mind melt down into nothing, to be reformed in her love's demand.

"If you're a good girl, I MIGHT-"

~~~~~

She couldn't finish her statement, the deafening rumble and churning of the giant testicles became too loud for Claire to hear over. Suddenly, the shaft grew twice as thick, her cumvein doubling in size, and she came.

Her earlier output looked like precum. Claire couldn't do anything but just scream. She wailed like a banshee, saying the same thing over and over again. "I LOVE YOU-"

Marina gripped her vice like thighs tighter to the churning shaft. "I love you too honey, now cum. Cum. CUM. CUM-" Her own orgasm hit, so powerful it was again lifting her up, but she was determined to stare at her lovers face, so she gripped that shaft with her thighs and repeatedly slammed her spraying cunt down. She was cumming too hard to keep up her vocal encouragement, but her body said everything.

Claire's orgasm intensified. The spray increased. A crashing sound was heard as the recliner collapsed entirely beneath the enormous testicles. Across the quickly flooding bar, the front door was completely blown off the hinges, and crashing glass was heard as outer glass windows began to shatter. Splintering wood and bar stools were shot through the growing hole at hurricane speeds as the volume increased.

The girls just screamed. Cumming endlessly on one another, both intensifying the other. After seven minutes, both having cum the entire time in a single orgasm, Claire's cock had grown large enough to pound past the door frame to the office, and her balls were large enough they were only a couple feet away from hitting the ceiling. Marina was pushing her hands against the ceiling, using it as additional leverage to stay anchored to the still growing and cumming cock, as her own orgasm was so powerful it would have lifted her off otherwise. Despite sitting 7 ft high atop the swelling balls, and the entire front entrance of the bar being completely destroyed, there was still enough cum from both women that the bar was filling up again, having almost reached Marina's calves. She reached into the cum pool, frantically filling her hands yet again, drinking it, addicted. Her own orgasm grew strong enough that she had to lean backwards, pussy facing the door, so she could continue to cum without it shooting her off Claire's cock. Her output sheared the wooden office walls that Claire's cock had already grown past. Pushed deeply into Claire's arm, they once again embraced, both still cumming, and began to kiss. Another THRUM was heard. They started lifting higher again, as Claire's production spiked past the amount her now 128 inch shaft could output. She wanted to give her even more to drink. To drown her in it. Fill her to the brim. Impregnate her.

At that thought, another crash was heard. Her cock grew 33 inches larger over the next 3 seconds. Marina felt the enormous surge, with a shocked look on her still-cumming face, before her orgasm also intensified, her own output reaching a state where it was actively contributing to the lake of Claire's cum, wiping her thoughts clean. As both girls shot upwards, Claire's balls now actively pressed them into the ceiling of the office. Marina, cognizant enough to recognize she would not fair well between the ceiling and her lovers ever-growing balls, slid down the shaft, and dove into the cum lake which had now filled the bar entirely, despite more windows breaking at the front. Closing her eyes, she pointed her hips upwards, her orgasm growing tenfold as she became fully engulfed in Claire's cum. Like a rocket, her pussy jetted her down, and her thickening, degenerate body collided with the mountainous testicles that were filling almost the entire room.

As the grew faster, pressing into the ceiling. Claire, up above, felt her colliding with her balls. It almost felt like someone punching them if they were normal sized. She gasped, as the felt Marina start to use her whole body to squeeze and massage the room-filling orbs, recognizing what she wanted.

The ceiling began to crumble as her production once again skyrocketed, her balls growing faster than ever before.

Her gargantuan shaft split the the bar itself, growing larger, girth almost doubling. The entire office wall was crushed, filled with cock.

She hyperventilated, before another enormous THRUM was heard.

All hell broke loose.

~~~~~

The bar was leveled. A mountainous wall of testicles crushed the ceiling, as Claire shot upwards from her rapidly growing balls. In 4 seconds, each testicle was the size of the old office room, and together, with her now 248 inch shaft, her package and output had completely crushed the old bar. Cum ran down the streets in every direction, all the cars having long since float away by the rising tide. As the flash flood of cum erupted from this one small building, while mostly constrained to streets and sewers, everything within a square mile of the bar had 2-4 inches of cum cover it.

With the building all but leveled, the cum lake around the girls rapidly drained, allowing the submerged Marina to once again surface.

Still, for the next 34 minutes, the girls came.

Marina, ever insatiable, kept encouraging her to stay growing, to grow bigger for her. She had climbed back up the massive testicles, and taken her place atop her phallic throne, wielding divinity, as far as Claire was concerned. At their max sizes, Claire's shaft had grown to roughly 318 inches long, and her balls had doubled the square footage of the bar. Somewhere around minute 21 of Claire's second orgasm, her shaft and balls had finally stopped growing, stabilized, and started shrinking again.

The output of her enormous cock had finally able to push out enough cum to beat her production, even with Marina egging her on for more, her body was fatiguing. By the ending minute of 34, Claire's shaft had shrunk back down to around 53 inches, and her balls returned to roughly medicine balls. The store was completely destroyed, leveled, and much of the surrounding concrete and land had cratered from the tons of cum. Miraculously, no other establishments were seriously damaged, though many cars were completely totaled after being washed a few blocks away.

Due to it happening at almost 3am, foot traffic was minimal, with most late night tenants having run from the epicenter before the serious flooding started, due to the crashing and earthquake like shaking.

From start to finish, Claire and Marina had leveled the entire bar and flooded the area in 54 minutes.

The two girls were completely drenched, panting, and exhausted. They embraced, neither speaking, for around 15 minutes further, just catching their breath. Some faint sirens were heard in the distance but the thick cum that filled the streets around the epicenter would keep anyone from getting too close to them, at least for a little while.

Finally, it was Claire who spoke.

"So...

well....

yea."

Her voice was unsteady, afraid.

"Yea, I know honey~." Marina softly replied.

Another thick silence, as Claire tried to process the events.

"... you're... your not mad about... we- I mean, your bar- I-" Claire stammered.

Marina cut her off.

"Shhh, shh. No, I'm not."

Marina hugged the girl tighter.

"I love you." It was soft, gentle, but declarative. Marina left no room for interpretation.

Claire looked up, unburying her head from Marina's enormous chest.

"I love you, too."

Marina smiled, her soft smile.

Claire wiped a tear from her eye. She smiled back.

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END NOTES:

Hello, I'm MisterWindDong, and this is my first smut piece. If you read it, I thank you, earnestly. Time is precious, and I appreciate you spending yours reading my work.

If you both read AND enjoyed it, then I salute you, fellow realistically written, romantically driven, fully adult hyper-growth-futa who just so happens to have physics-defying, out-of-control-cum-explosions and insatiable unquenchable lust (that mostly only good things happen to) enjoyer, you've got great taste.

More about the piece:

I decided to write this piece because the existing library of exactly that type of smut is extremely few, and is often plagued by extreme porn/hentai writing (If i could never read BITCHBREAKER again...), NTR, super macro oops i fucked the multiverse power scaling, etc. Basically, I enjoy tender, romantic passion delivered through mature adults that could *almost* be real, if you accidentally spilled some giant, throbbing, potentially building flattening cocks into them. As a treat. And since I'm equal opportunity, regular ol vaginas get super cum too, fuck it.

As far as my tastes go, this is a good example of my 'extreme', which isn't a surprise as I was horny and frustrated by a lack of what I wanted, so I spent ten straight hours writing it myself. In one sitting. The whole blackjack and hookers approach. Realistically, my *chefs kiss* amount of absurdity is a little under this, but its hard to stop once you get going. If I write another story, probably expect things to stay indoors, maybe with some furniture damage. You never know though. The bar clearly deserved Claire's flattening. And realistically, Marina went easy on her. that girl is a freak. Poor Claire damn near had a heart attack.

More about me:

-What you can expect me to ALWAYS WRITE: mature tone, adult characters, Cock growth, futanari, hyper cock, hyper balls, balls growth/expansion, cum fucking everywhere, glaringly broken / inhuman cum physics with absolutely no realistic grounding in stark contrast to the realistic character delivery (which the story simply glides over or ignores) idk man. shit's hot.

-What you can expect me to OFTEN INCLUDE: Cum inflation, cum flooding, minor destruction, insatiable sex, marathon sex, out of control/mindbreak adjacent sex (typically without permanent affect), hyper growth (non-cock / balls), consensual sex, romantically driven, light plot, lovey dovey protagonists. love me two people that just love each other.

-What you can expect me to MOSTLY AVOID: NTR, nonconsenual/rape, multi-cock, hyper pregnancies, omega alpha whatever verse

-What you can expect me to NEVER write: Loli/underage, beastiality, snuff, gore, guro, racist, scat/watersports, insect/nonhumanoid

Not sure if it will be a regular thing, but I did enjoy making it.

An aside:

My name is influenced by three of my favorite writers in this space, Misterretsim, Wind14, and Donglover, whose works I have read and enjoyed for many many years, and whose influence will be clear in my work if you are familiar. There are many more great writers who touch this space, but these three have the most impact on my style, and I needed a name. Here we are.

Thanks again. I'd love it so much if you left a comment, good or bad. I'm a 33 year old man, you won't hurt my feelings, just be respectful. Cum hard and cum often -MWD