Bigger As Ever

The night's air is warm through the open window as she pads into the bedroom silently. Mel breathes it in softly, clad in a black oversized tee and a corresponding pair of black sleep shorts. Her hair is orange-red and cut pixie, her eyes are a gentle blue, and several black tattoos of snakes and spiders decorate her pale skin.

She stands there, just a step past the open threshold and staring toward the window. Black curtains flicker in the wind, contrasting against the white-painted walls of the room, and Mel slowly finds her gaze drawn toward the bed at the other end of the room, blue eyes alighting on her love.

Tracey is as beautiful as ever, even with her face crushed against the pillow in sleep. Her Latin skin is pale brown and soft in the light coming in from outside, her lips full and a hint of roguish charm to her face that even sleep cannot take away.

Her head is shaven on both sides and the back, long silky black hair sprouting from the top of her head and parted over her right side; long enough to reach her right shoulder even laying on her side as she is now. A black tattoo of a heart rests on her left cheek below her eye, and Mel's lips part slightly with the need to lay a kiss upon it.

Ever so quietly, Mel makes several steps over from the door toward the bed, eyes glued to her. Tracey is tall, tall enough that her feet would hang off the end of the full-sized mattress up to her ankles if she lay fully stretched out, explaining the reason why she's curled up just enough to prevent that from happening.

Mel's eyes rove over her curving form beneath the pale-pink lightweight duvet, her pink lips quirking up into a fleeting smile. Those lips part just a second later, releasing a soft whisper. "Trace, are you awake?"

She waits several seconds for a response, and receives nothing other than the soft, sleepy breathing of her love. Mel stares down at her, and in that moment feels anticipation race through her. She draws in a quiet, shaky breath, and her cheeks darken with a red blush. Is she finally going to do it, after all this time?

Yes, she will. Her long-awaited fantasy will be brought to life tonight. Not that Tracey knows that. She licks her dry lips, and feels her cock begin to harden within her black shorts.

Her right hand creeps down, sightlessly finding her pocket and sliding her hand in. At the bottom, her fingers find the same pill she'd placed there over ten minutes ago back downstairs. She withdraws it, raising it up to her eyes.

The pill is entirely bright neon green. It feels heavy in her fingers, a weight mental and not physical. She stares at it, sparing a final second of indecision. Her cock twitches again in her shorts, and lust wins out over hesitation.

She opens her mouth, placing the pill on her tongue and closing it just a moment later. Excitement races through her, heart pounding, and she presses the hard pill against the roof of her mouth, not taking it just yet.

Her hands find the hem of her black tee, lifting it up and revealing pale skin occasionally broken by starkly black tattoos. On her lower tummy, a thorny womb tattoo peeks out at the world, soft and feminine. Her form is slight and erring on waifish, her breasts small and nipples pink. A body Tracey could throw around and manhandle easily, as she'd proven to do many times.

She tosses the shirt uncaringly onto the floor. Her cock is tenting her shorts now, and Mel's hands eagerly find her waistband, pulling down. The shorts get caught on her erection, taking a moment of finagling before they slip down and her cock springs out eagerly.

It's such a cute cock, and I love it.

That's always what Tracey said. Mel's cock is on the smaller side, 4 inches hard on a good day, its skin soft and pale with only a few small veins showing. Her foreskin covers up and hides most of her pink-coloured glans, allowing just the tip to peek out, and she bites her lip.

She's waxed entirely smooth all over, two small feminine balls doing their best to hang low in the summer warmth. Arousal throbs through her, and she feels keenly aware of the pill still waiting in her mouth.

Mel allows her shorts to fall the rest of the way, revealing soft thin legs. The shorts pool upon the floor, and she steps out of them carefully, raising her arms just slightly to keep her balance and kicking them away. No obstacle remains between her and her dream now, and Mel feels as if she's vibrating with excitement at what comes next.

Slowly, she gently sits down on the unoccupied half of the bed. Their shared mattress is thick and firm, and with Mel being careful to move slowly, Tracey's sleep goes undisturbed. She settles in, sat up and bracing herself against the bed with a hand, her feet on the floor.

Here goes.

She tilts her head backward and moves her tongue, the pill dropping into the back of her mouth as she swallows. It goes down easily, Mel long accustomed to taking pills without water. Her small cock stands straight up, hard; so desperately hard as to pulse against her stomach and up against her womb tattoo.

Ten seconds pass, and Mel almost begins to question if it was all a lie before the pill kicks in. With nary a noise, the entire world swoons before her eyes and rapidly grows larger. Her feet leave the floor in less than a second, and a sensation of brief vertigo forces Mel to close her eyes tight.

She feels fabric move underneath her strangely, and before anything else is hit immediately with the slight smell of sweat and laundry detergent. She feels like her entire body is laying on a cloud, and the nauseous sensation slowly fades.

Breathing in and out once, she opens her eyes. A familiar-unfamiliar world greets her, a sea of duvet fabric and a white ceiling impossibly far away over her head. She's still sat down on the corner of the bed, and Mel eagerly stands up as her entire being thunders of joy and immediate satisfaction. She's waited oh so long for this.

Analysing the blankets surrounding her, she guesses she's now about as tall as a pinky fingernail long, so impossibly small. The smooth fabric of the duvet gains a new texture to her, and before her eyes and beneath her feet she can easily pick out the individual strands woven into the fabric.

And then...

She turns, and her mouth drops open with amazement. Her cock stands on end and throbs with incredible lust, and Mel emits a gasp of shock and awe.

Seemingly far away from her, Tracey takes up half of the bed like a mountain. She's utterly gigantic, enough to flush Mel's body with a mix of mindless arousal and shaking adrenaline. Her body is an icon of femininity, sprawled out before Mel and bigger than anything she's even seen in her entire life.

The gentle ratio of her hips and her waist, visible even through the duvet, feels as if the swooping peaks and valleys of a grand vista. From this angle, she can't even see that much of Tracey's face, far away and nestled against the pillow as it is.

She finds herself drained of hesitation, unwittingly beginning to walk forwards. The fabric beneath her is incredibly plush, making her steps a bit unstable as if it were a big downy jumping castle. She adjusts, and sets off on the journey towards her titanic love, gawping and blue eyes glued to her.

She walks diagonally, and finds herself thankful that the bedding isn't too disturbed and relatively flat. Once or twice, she comes across a wrinkled bunch of fabric made so large as to require clumsy mantling, but Mel manages--if ending up a bit short-winded.

She draws closer, and Tracey grows more and more intimidatingly large. Biological instinct fails to truly stay her against danger, but the hairs on the nape of Mel's neck stand up. Sweat increasingly scents in the air, and step by step she can even feel the temperature begin to climb higher.

The danger of being next to this superior being, this superior predator only seems to fuel how horny she is. Her small cock bounces between her legs as she walks, unattended for now, and Mel continues on her way.

Eventually, she draws up close to Tracey's side. Her covered front towers over her like a building impossibly larger, and here the bed dips and rises periodically with the giant woman's small, sleepy breaths. To her, the sensation is almost like standing on a boat in the wavy ocean.

She cranes her head up, tilting it and appraising what lays before her. She's drawn up to around Tracey's waist region, and off to right awaits the bumps of her covered breasts. The sound of her giant breaths thunder this close up, and the smell of sweat is much more intense, even through the duvet.

Tracey evidently hadn't showered before turning in for bed, and Mel knew she'd been to the gym just about 4 hours ago. Mel's never voiced it, but that's just how she likes it. Tracey might smell sweaty, but it's the type of salty smell that leaves Mel thrumming with arousal and blushing.

Her face feels hot, and Mel knows she's blushing then. She feels insignificant here, beside the beastly body of her girlfriend. All the years of snuggling up to her, all the years of being the little spoon. It's truly the ultimate fulfilment, like Mel has taken her proper place as the power dynamics in their relationship had always implied.

After a time spent gawping, she resumes her journey forward. This time it's a bit more difficult, the mattress moving with Tracey's breaths beneath her feet and the massive obstacle of her breasts and elbows forcing her to wind around in order to reach her destination. It passes in a warm, horny slog that eventually leaves her panting and sweating.

She finds herself at the base of Tracey's pillow. The air is even warmer now, beginning to verge on hot, and it's very moist too. The once soft breaths of Tracey are almost all she can hear right now, and Mel appraises the climb to the top of the pillow, growing thankful that Tracey prefers firm and thin instead of plush and thick.

She reaches out, and hesitantly grabs two handfuls of the pillow case. It takes some figuring out and some trial and error, but eventually she finds a way to scale the pillow that turns out surprisingly easy at her miniscule size. The climb is still tough and strains her arms, but Mel supposes she weighs almost nothing right now.

Reaching the top is like finding heaven. She pulls herself up with one final heave, and is immediately bombarded with Tracey's beautiful, gigantic face. It's a bit of ways away still, just twenty of her tiny steps or so, and Mel takes a moment to rest up from her climb and watch.

Tracey's eyes are closed, dark lashes thick and beautiful. Her lips are parted just enough for her to breathe, and being directly opposite of her Mel finds herself immediately pushed back by a wave of hot air. It brings the scent of mint toothpaste, and Mel's body feels so humid as to be made slick in certain spots.

During her climb her cock had softened a good bit, but now it throbs back to life. Recovering her breath, Mel takes a step forward and then another, slowly moving closer. Tracey's breaths do their best to push her away and buffet her like gale-force winds, enough that once or twice she actually slides backward. It gets easier however as the pillow swoops downward, compressed by the weight of her girlfriend's head.

At the last moment she loses her footing, falling back on her ass and sliding down the steep drop. Mel can't help but release an excited, happy noise, ending as her tiny feet impact Tracey's face. She ends up right between Tracey's lips and her nose, besieged on both sides by deafening noise and gale winds as Tracey breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth.

She cranes her neck again, peering up at her lover's nose. Each nostril is about as wide as she is tall, both of them two black abysses. To her left, Tracey's plump lips await her, and Mel's mind thunders with a sudden temptation.

She moves, carefully doing her best to brace herself in a way that allows her to be vertical, and plants a kiss on her enormous lips. The texture of them is amazing and fascinating, the tiny little lines so huge to tiny Mel. "I'm yours, baby," she says to her, lost in the deafening din of Tracey's breathing. "You're my world."

She reaches out her right hand, laying against Tracey's gigantic upper lip. Tracey's Latin skin contrasts against Mel's pale white, so beautiful and spotless and incredibly silky soft. "You're my world," Mel whispers again.

Hard between her legs, she can't help but press her cock against the enormous being in front of her. She bucks and releases several light moans, the amazing sensation of her foreskin moving against the silky skin and her glans racing through her entire body.

Dozens of seconds pass like that, Mel braced against her upper lip and gently basking in her. But in a moment it changes, and her world comes alive with movement. Braced against Tracey's lip as she is, Mel grabs tight at the only thing she can: Tracey herself.

Her fingers dig in and find improbable purchase in the lush, soft skin. The entire world swoons and moves, and Mel releases an instinctual yell of mixed fear and excitement. She holds on tight and gets dragged along with Tracey's movement, thundering upwards and feeling her gut squirm like being on a roller-coaster.

The movement ends, but Mel continues to hold momentum. Her fingers dig in and she holds on desperately tight, flipping ass over teakettle and inevitably losing purchase. For less than half a second she's entirely airborne, landing momentarily on the skin and sliding, incredibly disoriented.

Friction slows her slide, and Mel breathes in and out rapidly, blinking and appraising her surroundings. She's still on Tracey's upper lip, thank god. The movement, that monstrous, world-shattering movement had just been Tracey turning over to lay on her back.

Mel is right on top of her cupid's bow, staring up at the two gigantic nostrils ahead of her. Hot air whooshes past her, but thankfully largely misses her, in-between the nostrils as she is. They seem almost like two caves spread out in front of her, two choices--but Mel knows she mustn't, for fear of waking her up and being discovered.

She definitely didn't fancy snot much, anyway.

Her train of thought is shattered as a loud, wet noise sounds out from behind her. Mel rapidly whips around and immediately scrambles in flight away, doing whatever she can to get away from Tracey's mouth. Her back hits the columella of the massive nose to her rear, and Mel get's front row seats to what happens next.

Before her very eyes and light in the dim light coming in from the window, Tracey's lips part and admit her massive, pink tongue to the outside world. Close as she is she can see its drooling wetness and strange texture. It doesn't extend out very much, travelling across the open lips and wetting them with shining saliva.

The noise is like nothing else Mel has ever heard, and she gapes. It's a wet cacophony, still heard to her ears even as it retreats back inside Tracey's mouth like an enormous monster returning to its burrow. Her plump lips shine and close, pursing for a moment.

Mel stays incredibly still.

A dozen seconds go by, and slowly she realises that for the entire movement, Tracey hadn't been awake for even a moment. All that strength, that beastly animal strength done in her sleep. That monstrous, muscular tongue dipping out to wet her lips, done without even a waking thought.

"Wow," her voice is hushed with wonder. "She could crush me... so easily."

The thought is arousing, but Mel knows she needs to take heed and be careful--there's much else she wants to explore, anyway. It'd probably be for the best if she got away from the mouth and its tongue, now.

She stands on uncertain feet, and takes several seconds to consider her path forward. Tracey is only breathing through her nose now, and her lips are sealed shut. What she's going to do next is a bit risky, but there isn't really another path forward.

She draws in a deep breath, and launches forward, getting a short run-up before she jumps up and over Tracey's lips. Luckily they don't open, and she sails through the air before landing with a quiet plap heard only by her ears, a little ways above Tracey's chin. Mel giggles, absolutely loving this.

If only Tracey knew--but no, she can't tell. It's hotter that way, anyway.

Steadying herself, she moves forward and peers down the drop past her chin. It looks huge and feels huge, but Mel knows she can navigate her way down, and surprisingly simply. She'd done her research, afterall.

She hesitates, but pushes her worry aside, walking over the enormous chin and with a gulp, allowing herself to slide down the sheer cliff.

"Weeeee!" she can't help but release, giddy as her feet drop out under and she slides down. She reaches Tracey's throat rapidly, coming to a slow as she hits the curve at the bottom of the drop and levels out horizontally.

She gets up again, giggling, and finds her next obstacle in Tracey's Adam's apple and her trachea. It isn't very hard to get over, requiring only some mantling and careful steps. She hurries along, much more interested in what awaits her next.

Snuggled up as she is, Tracey has the duvet pulled right up to her collarbone. Having passed her throat, Mel spends a moment considering the visage in front of her.

Two huge mounds tower before her, hidden beneath the duvet. Estrogen had been incredibly kind to Tracey, leaving her quite well-endowed for her build. Mel positively vibrates with excitement, giddy at what she's about to do.

She steps forward and dodges around the hollow of her throat, stepping rightward up her collar bones carefully. It's then that she meets the blanket once again, eagerly lifting up the heavy fabric. It tents, fabric firm enough to hold a crinkled shape as she pushes it up.

Immediately, hot air and the scent of sweat wafts over her like a fog, stronger than it'd been that night yet. Beneath the blanket is hot, and Mel finds herself amazed at just how much heat Tracey can give off at this size. She kneels and crawls her way in, admitting her to an existence sandwiched between smooth, hot skin, and the duvet above.

In Tracey's movement earlier, a bit of the duvet had bunched up, forming a tent that would have been about one inch high to Tracey, but entirely high enough for Mel to stand up and have room to spare.

Ahead of her, her eyes are greeted with the beautiful, pale-brown hill of Tracey's right breast. She feels immediately drawn to it, continuing forward and feeling herself crest the bump of one of Tracey's ribs.

The incline begins to increase, and Mel gets down on all forward to climb her way up. The skin and flesh beneath her is incredibly soft and plush, increasingly so. Her hands and feet and knees dimple the skin at each contact point, and Mel slows for just a moment to grasp at and fondle her boob. It's squishy and yielding, as well as very hot to the touch.

"You're so big," she whispers into the plush skin. "Such beautiful fucking tits. So sexy."

After a moment of basking she continues to scale Tracey's boob, getting ever higher and higher. Her back meets up with the fabric of the duvet again, and uncaring she continues on, worming her way between breast and blanket to reach the peak. Maybe it would've been claustrophobic to anyone else, worming in tight quarters like this, but Mel feels entirely at home.

All the while, Tracey's sleepy breathing raises up the world and lowers it. Happening over and over again, Mel finds herself tuning out the rocking sensation, just as she grows familiar with the sound of breathing and the distant thump-thump, thump-thump of Tracey's enormous, unseen heart.

Eventually, her questing hand makes contact with skin of the different texture, and the slope levels out to be more horizontal again. Light from the window--for once she felt thankful for that annoyingly bright streetlight-- bleeds in and lights the pink duvet enough for her to see. She stands up, pushing against the duvet and tenting it so she can see better.

Beneath her feet lies the border between the pale-brown skin of Tracey's body and the beautiful, medium-brown of her puffy areola, only a shade or two darker than her skin. Little bumps decorate its surface--Montgomery glands, they're called--and Mel eagerly bends over, reaching out a curious hand to feel one of them.

For a moment it's soft and puffy, but only after a second Mel feels the skin tense and tighten up. The areola beneath her feet moves and becomes less puffy and raised, and Mel watches in fascination as she gets to see this happen more close up than ever before.

She raises her gaze from below to ahead of her, and knows what awaits her just on the other side of the duvet. Mel steps forward, delighting in the firm sensation below her. Tracey's areolae are on the larger side, not the biggest but maybe about the size of a wristwatch's face.

The real treat is in the centre.

She bends over and reaches down, grasping for the bottom of the duvet and throwing it up with all her minute strength, like shaking out a sheet when making your bed.

Her nipple is beautiful. As tall as Mel is right now, it's as wide as a AAA battery. More importantly, pierced through it is a titanium barbell piercing, oriented horizontally and coloured soft silver that compliments her tan skin. It doesn't glint it in the dim light coming in through the duvet, and Mel approaches it with a smile on her face.

She makes contact with Tracey's nipple, doing her best to encircle it with her tiny arms. Her hands seek out the metal piercing and curl around it. It's pleasantly warm to the touch, like metal railings heated in the sun, and she fidgets with it, having the time of her life.

Flesh moves and reacts to her touch. Tracey's huge nipple engorges, growing in size. Mel emits an amazed gasp as she's simultaneously pushed back and lifted higher, just barely hanging on to the piercing.

Eventually, her hands slip and she falls down gently onto her areola again. She releases a breathless chuckle, and stares up at the nipple, which by now is hard, both taller and a hint wider than before.

Leaning forward, she rests her face against the firm, erect tissue. It's warm and sweaty as the rest of her, and Mel opens her mouth, eagerly taking a long lick of the humid skin. It's very salty to the taste, and Mel releases a pleased, satisfied note.

To think she had once captured this nipple in her mouth, suckled on it gently and teased it with her tongue. Her small cock hardens again, only taking a moment to get to full mast, and she eagerly scoots against it.

Sat there at the base of Tracey's nipple, she presses her small, cute cock against it. "Look at how much bigger even this part of you is, compared to me," she murmurs, deep arousal in her tone.

Her cock is pathetic next to even this part of Tracey. A small sliver of the nipple's total height, pale skin standing out against the medium-brown firm tissue. She runs her fingers over it, feeling the complex texture and tracing the tiny lines. Her head tilts and her eyes gaze out past the nipple, staring toward something even as her nipple dominates her version.

"To think," she reverentially whispers, her cock pulsing against the nipple. "How massive other parts of you must be, Trace."

There's no response other than the rise and dip of her lungs filling and emptying of air. Perhaps one breath was longer than the next, released in a snoozy sigh.

Half caught between sorrow and excitement, she withdraws from the massive nipple, clumsily scooting backward and standing once more. She steps to the left and heads around the giant obstacle of the nipple, ducking beneath the titanium piercing's left ball.

She crouches down and again worms her way beneath the duvet. It's not long before she leaves the areola and the squishy boobflesh beneath her takes a sudden dive downward. Mel draws in a breath and allows gravity to take her, doing her utmost to avoid flipping over her head.

It's a bit frightening, going downward head first and squeezed between hot flesh and the duvet. Mel manages well enough though, sliding down the steep angle and occasionally pushing forward with her hands when friction slows her descent. She feels very much the industrious, over-brave caver, travelling down into the wet depths of the dark Earth like on those videos Tracey always liked to put on.

Eventually, she collides with more soft skin, and finds herself looking right at a bit of a fold where Tracey's right boob meets up with the rest of her. She squirms around--the duvet is looser here, tented slightly by the slow meeting the flat--and stands at Tracey's underbust, peering around curiously.

The fold of skin behind her catches her eye again, and she crouches closer, pawing at the squishy tissue. A moment of consideration passes, and Mel curiously pushes with all her weight against Tracey's tit.

It doesn't yield, aside from the dimples in the skin created by her form. Tracey's breasts are heavy. Mel can't help her thoughts from immediately racing towards thinking about being trapped in that fold. Who knows how deep it goes from here? An inch?

And all that weight... the air would be snuffed out of her.

The thought turns her on. The danger only provokes her mind into fascinated imagination. Mel thinks she'd quite like to go out that way, squashed beneath the immense weight of her girlfriend's boobs.

She stops trying to push the boob and lift it, instead opting to plant a kiss on the soft tissue. "Perhaps we'll meet again someday, Tracey's underboob." Her tone is light and joking, and she toes her foot against the fold.

She turns away and continues on her journey, scooting once more under the duvet. The skin beneath her is hard, especially hard as she crosses over Tracey's ribs periodically. Big as her boobs were, however, it isn't very long before she passes the bottom-most rib and forages on ahead.

In the midst of her focused worming, she halts immediately as a deafening gurgle roars out somewhere in her periphery. She jumps, something instinctual finally breaking through to her aroused mind and leaving her alarmed. She casts her gaze blindly all around her, finding nothing in all directions except the dimly-lit duvet and Tracey's pale-brown skin.

Fear rises in her throat and before she can even think she's watching out for the arrival of some horrible monster that has crossed paths with her. Still does Tracey's breathing raise and lower her tiny body, and Mel spends a few frozen moments insane with fright.

The gurgling roars out again, and only then does she realise its source. Tracey's stomach... it's just rumbling.

She chuckles once, a release of tension, and then dissolves into a fit of giggles. "Oh my god, Trace. I actually thought I was about to die. Did you not eat dinner after coming home from the gym?"

Her voice, already tiny and unheard, is absorbed by the duvet surrounded in her. Still giggling, she leans forward and plants her head against the skin below her, twisting to the left and listening with her tiny ear.

The quiet cacophony going on beneath is... indescribable. Aside from the two monstrously loud rumbles from before, there's a distinct din. Her body at work, making untellable noises of unknown origins. The thrum of blood pumping around her, and the slosh of fluid.

Her head twisted, Mel gazes out leftward, seeing something unseeable. She imagines Tracey's stomach, that impossibly huge organ churning with acid. If Tracey's tongue had brushed her earlier while she was wetting her lips, would she have ended up in there?

The pill she had taken was said to grant special resistance to digestion--as in herself being digested. A safety protocol, after others had gone missing. Eaten.

Mel imagines herself experiencing that, eaten by Tracey, passing through her stomach and her intestines, maybe even shat out by her. She shivers, feeling small and all the more aroused for it.

She should head on.

She straightens from her twisted position and resumes her worming forward. The stomach doesn't rumble again, perhaps settled for now, and Mel does her best to look forward, slowly regaining her excitement.

It isn't very long before at last, she scoots forward and finds the duvet unexpectedly light over her head. She raises her head and arms, pushing up the duvet with all the strength she can muster and revealing a wide, cavernous tent. The duvet hasn't settled in this area very much, allowing two inches or so of height at the tallest parts.

And wow.

Tracey's tight abdomen sprawls out before Mel like a football field. Her years at the gym have done her amazing, leaving her tight and defined. The pale-brown skin steals her breath away, and Mel's eyes find the feminine tattoo a ways above her belly button, pure black and depicting a delicate widow spider. The tattooed image is several times Mel's size.

Her gaze pans away from it, creeping lower to take in the far off, beautiful hole of her belly button. A curved titanium barbell piercing awaits there, too, pierced through the upper part and wonderfully feminine. Mel has always adored her piercings--she was there when her nipples had been done, though this belly button one is years older.

Breath still stolen away, she pans further and beyond the belly button can just barely in the dim light see a pink-coloured dot band-aid on the left part of her abdomen and laterally aligned with her belly button. Her estrogen injection site; the bandage as cute and feminising as any accessory and just as frequently shown off with cropped tops.

Her breath catches as her focus finally alights what she most dearly wanted to see. And finally...

A ways past Tracey's belly button awaits her huge, soft cock. It dominates the horizon of the tented space, laying upwards on her lower abdomen in her sleep and utterly soft as of now. Its colour is immaculate, the deepest shade of tan, medium-brown on her Latin body. Her foreskin hides away her glans entirely, a little bit of suckable extra skin hanging off the end.

Her entire pubic area is as smooth as Mel's had been, lacking any hair and placing all of her in view. Mel's cock is painfully erect between her legs as she stands there and just takes it all in.

And Tracey is so, so big.

Even entirely flaccid, Tracey's always been bigger than Mel hard. One time, after a night of sex and passion, Tracey had allowed her to measure her soft as they embraced in bed. She'd aligned a ruler and found her love to be six inches soft. Dwarfing Mel's erection.

Mel bites her lip, remembering how Tracey had rolled on top of her, looming over her. Remembering how she had laid her long, thick softie atop Mel's tiny, flaccid dick, and completely eclipsed her. The way Tracey had dipped down to whisper in her ear, soft words on her plump lips.

I love your cock. I love how small it is next to mine, even soft. I love how cute it is, and how much bigger mine is. Look at me soft, there. I'm twice as long as you, and you're so thin you can't even be seen past me. Isn't that impressive? Don't you think it's really something, the way I can dominate you without fucking you, without even being hard?

Mel shakes with arousal, little jittering breaths passing in and out of her mouth. Before she knows it she's walking again, B-lining towards her girlfriend's amazing, huge cock.

She loses touch with reality to a degree, time not kept track of as she clumsily heads toward the cock. Tracey's abs are so hard and strong beneath her, but she can't even spare a thought for them with her gaze glued to the behemoth ahead.

She passes her belly button, and begins to scent a familiar smell in the air. Beyond the salty sweat, a new smell dominates this area. The smell of her sex. It's hard to describe, but Mel has always adored it. Enough to sneak sniffs of her underwear while doing the laundry, enough to bury her nose into Tracey's clothed groin and inhale deeply.

Salt, musk. The vaguest feminine hint. For all its beastly size and impressive ability, Tracey's cock smells like a cunt. And it's addicting to Mel, enough for her to go back again and again and sniff and sniff, to be one of the main fuels behind all of tonight.

Whispering memories echo in her mind. I like how I smell too, Mel. I didn't always smell this feminine. It's okay if you want to smell me, I don't mind. This'll sound crazy, but I always liked putting my hand down my pants, rubbing my fingers all over myself, and then lifting my hand to my nose to smell myself. I smell good.

"So good, so good, Trace," Mel very nearly whines. She takes a deep sniff, basking in this scent. She could spend all her days down here and never tire of it. The air is hot and muggy with it, and it presses down on her; like weighty, pheromonal musk.

Her small cock shifts as she walks, painfully hard; so hard at it brushes against her stomach and stays there. The already humongous cock looms only larger and larger in her vision, and the air grows only more humid and more hot.

Soon, she slows and can't help herself from falling to her knees. She's stopped about two of her-laying-down away from the gigantic cock. Tracey's covered head towers above her, three or four times her diminutive height in total. It dominates her world, not a thing or a part but a place and an everything. The air is hard to breathe, and heat presses down on every part of her.

It's so humid here that moisture is growing on her skin. Partly her sweat, but mostly moisture from her, from Tracey. She leans down, and her only choice is to prostrate and kneel herself before this icon, this pillar of sex. A place of worship, a place she's been worshipping for years now.

"Oh, Trace." She pants, and means what she says next. "My goddess."

And all that races through her mind...

Is that it gets even bigger.

She raises herself up out of her prostration before this godly thing, and knows her ultimate dream is upon her. On her knees, she scoots forward, struggling clumsily to get even closer. Finally, finally, she draws right up to Tracey's foreskin.

The ridged band of extra skin hanging off the end of her gigantic cock is far overhead and out of her reach, at about the height of one and a half times Mel's form. and from this angle she can't glimpse Tracey's slit as the extra skin hangs off almost like the eave of a roof and obscures it. But she reaches out anyway, laying her hand on Tracey's foreskin.

It's sweaty and hot. Her gaze pans, and she finds a small vein carrying untold amounts of blood within. She trails her left hand toward it, lightly caressing the burning hot skin and settling it on the vein. It pumps and pulses beneath her grasp, pounding even without Tracey being erect.

She curls her fingers inward, squeezing the flesh. Her right hand finds pliability in the sweaty skin, but her left hand fails to stay or halt the pulsing strength of even the tiny little vein in her hand. She strains, and it feels as if a thick, pounding rope is in her grasp, unyielding.

She releases it, astounded by the strength found in every part of her, and opts to slowly get to her feet, gaze tilted upward. She falls silent for about ten seconds, simply basking in the smell and heat around her.

"It's like a sauna down here," She murmurs. Mel leans forward, dipping to kiss the smooth skin of Tracey's foreskin. "So impressive, what you can do."

Her head trails upward again, simply looking and absorbing.

For a long few moments, she's lost in her arousal, unthinking. Seconds bleed away, and her hands absent-mindedly massage the godly thing in front of her.

Suddenly, she finds herself tipping backward. Her ass impacts the tight abdomen beneath her, and she regains her focus a bit confusedly. Had she gotten dizzy from the heat, and fainted over?

Only, it's something else. Her toes are underneath Tracey's cock just slightly, and she quickly scoots backward, staring in confusion and struggling to parse what's going on in the dim light. She withdraws her feet, drawing them closer to her, and takes a moment to stare.

Seconds pass, and a sensation draws her attention again. The soft, sweaty flesh of her foreskin is tickling her toes again, even though she'd sworn she'd just moved them away--

Tracey is getting hard.

Mel's mouth drops open in surprise, and only a moment later she jumps to her feet, backing away. She takes several slow steps back, as if being approached by an animal, and squints her eyes to watch for her growth.

It's easier to see now, from further away. Bit by bit, the tip of Tracey's cock swells closer to Mel. Whether it was her absent-minded massaging or maybe Tracey having a nice dream--or perhaps, there's no reason at all and she was just having a night time erection--she's getting bigger.

"Oh my god, Trace. You're going to get so big, and I'm going to have a front row seat. This is amazing. So... amazing..."

Bit by bit the veritable tons of cock flesh creep forward, forcing her to step back in pace. Something else catches her eye, though. Mainly the way her cock grows upward and outward, the way it almost-imperceptible throbs taller and wider. She steps back further, peering up, and glimpses the way the ridge band of Tracy's foreskin opens up ever slowly, revealing more and more of the slit on her head.

Throb, throb, throb it goes in the darkness. Very quietly, she can hear the sound of Tracey's heartbeat begin to grow louder. So captivated, she doesn't realise she's stopped until the twitching, throbbing beast pulses its way into her, her small breasts being brushed first before it quickly crashes into the rest of her.

It pushes her. Pushes her like another person would in a fight, with the same force behind it. Mel loses her footing, wheeling her arms and collapsing backward, fully onto her back this time. Tracey's enormous cock twitches, growing harder faster now, and levers itself right up over her feet as it grows.

"Fuck me, Trace!" she gasps, tugging her legs free with haste. Her cock is heavy, and Mel scrambles backwards, nearly crab-walking in her haste to get away. Once free she immediately flips over, getting to her feet again and hurrying further away.

Mel gains some distance, and then turns back. She breathes in the humid, hot air with a sharp intake of her lungs, blue eyes widening. Visible against the dimly lit backdrop of the duvet, Tracey's cock is even more hulking than before. Thicker and longer, it's hard enough that her glans are partly unsheathed, the ridged band of her foreskin pulled further back.

Her glans are beautiful. A gentle purplish colour that compliments the tan colour of her cock. The hardening head shines, and in the hot air sex scents even more strongly.

Beyond the shininess of her purplish head, it takes a moment for Mel's eyes to see in the dark well enough to process--her glans are wet with, with--

Tracey's glans are wet with transparent, slimy girlcum. Not from now, no, she isn't leaking from her slit yet, that much she can tell. Instead from an unknown time earlier. At that moment, the only assumption Mel can make is that Tracey had orgasmed before turning in for bed, when she'd been out of the room.

The smell is amazing. More and more her foreskin peels back, exposing her wet glans to the air. Mel breathes in deeply, and scents the incredible, sexual musk of old girlcum.

Tracey was on average a clean person, but it wasn't far from her to fall asleep after cumming without really cleaning up. Mel darts her gaze around lightning-fast, searching carefully, and only then notices a patch of slimy girlcum off to her far over her left shoulder.

It's pooled and thick, entirely transparent like all girlcum. She must've came beneath the duvet, shooting up to the left side of her waist. The duvet above is wet in spots too, Mel had been so fixated on her cock that she didn't even notice. She grows thankful she had navigated her way down Tracey's right side: she would've crawled right into her old orgasm if she'd gone down her left.

Speaking of said cock--it rams into her from behind that very moment. Burning heat pushes against her entire back, and goopy wetness from the glans immediately coats her entire back and seeps into her short hair. "Oof!" she goes, stumbling forward.

"Hey!--"Mel starts, as if to chew it out. She whips around and cuts herself off. "E-even bigger?"

It's hard to describe her growing, pillar-like cock. It towers over Mel, top of it reaching maybe five times her height. Revealed entirely now, her slit is big enough to swallow her whole and looks greedy enough to do so. It's sunken into the glans slightly, her mushroom head all thick, swooping curves and sexual virility.

Her glans are luscious and hold a beautiful lustre. Very small, lickable lines trail outward from her slit to her coronal ridge, the head almost entirely revealed now. The foreskin holds on just barely at that coronal ridge, her once-wrinkled ridged band now stretched deliciously tight and elastic around her hardening head.

From her head-on angle, it's hard to gauge how long Tracey's cock has grown. It twitches again and again, lifting off from her abdomen with delighted throbs and inching ever closer.

It isn't too far from her again, now. Finally gaining some focus of mind, Mel opts to pre-emptively outrun its path, turning and beginning to sprint away.

She nearly trips and falls when she realises she's come right to the precipice of Tracey's belly button, the dark hole waiting just two or three steps ahead of her. "Shit!" she yelps, alarmed. She hadn't realised at all how far the cock had chased her upward.

Cognisant of the gigantic cock on its way behind her, she immediately darts left and dodges the belly button, running without looking behind her until she's sure she's free.

She twists around, confident in finally having reached safe ground, and returns to watch. Before her eyes, Tracey's cock throbs bigger and bigger, an especially large twitch of arousal lifting all of it clear of her abdomen.

In that moment of freedom, the foreskin finally pulls over her coronal ridge. It loosens immediately, resting just beneath her glans with a small gap between. From her distance, she can see Tracey's frenulum peek out at the top of her cock, loose and oh-so lickable.

Free from restraint, her cock gives multiple, big twitches, growing and growing until at least it twitches and rages with arousal in place. Mel takes it all in, releasing a small "Woah."

Her monster dominates the entire tented space. Thick as five of her tall, and long enough to stretch from her far-off pubic bone to just barely past her belly button. The wet, beautiful head throbs and periodically contacts Tracey's belly button, the middle of her glans rubbing up and down against the hard metal of her piercing.

The sight draws remembered words from her mind.

Do you see how I'm throbbing and just past my belly button, Mel? Do you see my piercing below my head? I can feel it. I love the feeling so much. I can feel the hard metal with my sensitive glans, feel them rub together smoothly with every twitch and throb of my cock. How big is it? It's nine and a half by six and a half. I've gotten asked many times before, it's okay.

"Nine and a half by six and a half," Mel whispers in awe. "And what am I? Half an inch tall, at best?"

The twitching gargantuan cock of her girlfriend gives no answer. Fully hard, it waits there, waiting for her to do anything. She watches as a bead of clear pre-cum wells up from the massive slit, drooling out and coating Tracey's slimy glans with fresh wetness.

She'd say she was afraid to approach it, but that'd be a lie. This, this is what she wanted when she went into all this. This is her dream, waiting there for her.

Her first step is the hardest, feeling monumental. Her brain feels foggy and overstimulated, and her breaths are still deep as she strives to inhale as much of Tracey's amazing scent as is possible. The next few steps are only easier from there, and she winds a path towards the cock's side.

It's intimidating, walking past that much hard cock. She carefully passes by Tracey's belly button, watching her buck with such eager force periodically, just to each time sink down and have her head settle into the divot of her belly button.

In all of this her own cock is forgotten, untouched, and small. Aroused as she is, her cock has long since softened. It dangles in a semi, so utterly miniscule compared to the bucking bull she's passing by.

Eventually she clears the belly button and gains a small amount of distance from Tracey's glans. She looks forward, and loses herself in following the long trail of the cock back to Tracey's groin with her eyes. It feels like it goes on for forever, but doesn't. Mel sees the end ahead, a long journey away.

More so, on that distant horizon she sees Tracey's two hulking, hairless balls. Well, in actuality she only sees one of them, the one on her side. It rests atop her thigh--she can tell Tracey's thighs are closed against each other, preventing them from slipping down between her legs.

Even the one ball on her side is a massive, hulking thing. It all.. boggles her mind.

They are pretty big for a trans woman, aren't they? I've been on estrogen for years and years now and they still haven't shrunk. It varies for everyone I guess. I'm... hmmm, a bit of a genetic anomaly. A girl with a cock like this and balls like these. Ah, don't feel bad. Yours is so cute. Your tiny balls make me feel even bigger. I love you for that, Mel. I always will.

Mel turns her head to the left, finding herself next to the loose foreskin below Tracey's head. A small ways back is the gap between the head and the foreskin, and right in front of her lies the beautiful curving skin of her cock, bunched up in little wrinkled arches longer than she is tall.

Her gaze drifts further leftward, and she finds herself drawn backward, turning and retracing her steps back to the small gap. All the while, Tracey's cock still bucks and jumps right beside her, clearing half Mel's height from Tracey's abdomen with every pulsing twitch.

She closes in, drawing up to that small gap and before she knows it, reaches up to the slimy mix of old girlcum and new precum. The cock is mid buck, and as it falls down it brushes against her outstretched hand, coating it with hot, thick slime. It pushes her hand out of the way with great strength, and her entire hand is left coated on all sides with the sexual liquid.

The sensation is amazing. The beast rushes past Mel's hand and impacts Tracey's giant abdomen. This close up, she can hear its impact, a quiet but audible plap each time the wet glans thud down onto the skin.

Shaking with lust and moving slowly, as if drinking wine at communion, she raises her hand to her mouth and samples the thick, transparent sludge. Her tongue darts out, and her mouth is immediately flooded with thick, feminised semen.

She sucks it from her hand, the taste both familiar and intensified. This sludge, this grool had been inside of Tracey's foreskin for well over an hour. She would've softened up after cumming, and her wet glans would've retreated and sheathed themselves within her foreskin, leaving it to marinate.

It's incredibly viscous, requiring her to choke it down and swallow heavily. It's the best food she's ever had, the ambrosia of the gods. Mel would live here til the end of her days and drink it down; she would nurse it from Tracey's slit everyday. Bathe in it. Become one with it.

Crammed with pheromones and everything sexual, her mind goes crazy with lust. Something in the human body or mind wasn't meant to handle such a full mouth load of concentrated sexual essence, and for a moment all she can do is gulp it down and bask into the roiling arousal making up her entire being.

Some submissive instinct trained into her makes her fall to her knees and raise her ass up, her hole begging to be fucked by cock. By Tracey's cock.

We'll have to get you adjusted, okay? I know you like some pain, but at a certain point it'll be painful for me too if you're too tight. We'll start to train your ass. I already have a training set, yeah. Good girl. I'm so excited to fucking rail you once you're loose enough. I'm going to cum in you all the time. Do you understand, Mel, my love? Your ass belongs to my cock. My monster.

"Tracey," Mel whines, lost in her fantasy. "Please, Traceyyyyy, fuck me. I want your girlcum inside of me. I want to be split apart by you, bred by you..."

For nearly two dozen seconds she stays like that, kneeled over with her ass up in the air waiting to be bred. Eventually, she regains her mind as best she can, raising herself up and becoming confused at what she's even doing.

Her gaze creeps upward, mouth open as she remembers where she is. The gigantic cock waits beside her, its satisfaction more important than her own. And in her clouded thoughts and endless horniness, only one thing is clear to her.

She throws herself toward it as it falls down, digging her hands into the loose foreskin near the gap and pulling herself up as strong as she can. She launches herself off Tracey's abdomen, jumping up and gaining purchase on the loose skin.

The cock raises itself off Tracey's abdomen just a second later, and Mel digs her feet into the foreskin, scaling it and beginning to climb it hand-by-hand and foot-by-food. Its twitching rise continues until it reaches the top of its motion, before it begins to fall back down again.

Mel hangs on for her life, and with an impact that nearly bucks her off the cock plaps against Tracey's abdomen again. She's made progress through, and immediately devotes her everything to the task of scaling the side of Tracey's cock.

It's a gruelling journey upward, and she's nearly bucked off multiple times. Her entire body burns, heated by the fiery hot cock beneath her. She can feel Tracey's heartbeat everywhere. It pulses over and over again in her monster, a constant pulsing barrage on her senses. Tracey seems even more engorged now, bigger and thicker and needy.

At last, and crests the sheer drop and arrives at the more gently-graded, wide and thick underside of her cock. In front of her, Tracey's foreskin connects to her frenulum beautifully, and the frenulum connects to the underside of her glans. She casts her gaze along the length, still holding on tight but catching her breath, and sights the thick bulge of her urethra running down her entire cock.

Breath caught, she hauls herself forward, emitting a noise of intense strain. She reaches out and grabs two tight handfuls of the skin attached to the frenulum, holding on to it like a lifeline. The cock gives a particularly violent twitch immediately, and she knows then that Tracey is feeling her, that her tiny little hands are bringing her pleasure.

Mel's lips split apart into a victorious grin, and with a great heave of everything she has she swings herself up, landing a moment later directly on top of Tracey's frenulum.

Everything bucks with the most intense twitch yet, and Mel ears are split apart by a thunderous, feminine noise. Far above and asleep, Tracey is moaning, she's moaning at Mel's feather-light weight upon her most sensitive spot.

Mel draws in an exuberant breath at the noise, even as her ears sting slightly from its volume. "It's okay, my goddess!" she shouts. "I'm finally here for you!"

The cock bucks in approval, and Mel feels like she sat on the apex of a great mountain, bouncing and heaving up and down. Clumsily and being careful not to slip, she readjusts her position on top of the cock. Tracey's frenulum settles right between Mel's thin legs, and Mel's feet hold tight to the elastic folds of skin behind her, seeking secure positions underneath them in the gooey sludge.

Mel secures herself enough to catch her breath, and notices her small cock throbbing between her legs. It brushes up right against the silky skin of Tracey's frenulum, and in the chaos her own foreskin has slid back, revealing the gentle pink of her small head.

She moans, and at last gives in to her instincts, leaning down to embrace the tip of Tracey's cock with her entire body. It's so hot, and she humps her cock into the gigantic monster beneath her, panting.

Their size difference is greater than ever, then. Mel's own cock which can barely fit her own hand, all on her tiny form. And Tracey's monstrous giant below her, orders of magnitude larger than Mel; her entire world beneath her.

She flushes red and cries out, entire body shaking with need. Tracey's cock thunders beneath her, her frenulum even making its way between her legs to throb and pulse right against her peri and asshole.

"Ah!" She can't hold the moan down. "T-Trace, I, I--"

Mel's small cock erupts, releasing a single squirt of clear, transparent girlcum small to even her. It spurts out of her slit and trickles down onto Tracey's cock, immediately lost and made utterly insignificant in face of the gratuitous amounts of precum oozing from her gigantic slit.

Mel falls forward, riding out her orgasm. With her eyes squinted shut in euphoria, she bends down to layer endless kisses right where Tracey's frenulum connects to her glans. She paws at the skin with her hands madly, doing everything she can to bring Tracey to the same high she's riding out now.

Her ministrations work, and another thunderous moan rings out. The cock below her grows harder and harder, straining, and Mel buries her face into the wet skin below, nuzzling into it.

There's a sharp, loud intake of breath from far above. Tracey's cock shakes, and all Mel can hear in that moment is a sound like rushing water. The massive urethra below her pulses and twitches madly, and Mel knows what'll come next. She raises her head, hastily wiping precum from her face so she can see.

Tracey releases another long, thunderous moan. Above her, clear, transparent girlcum explodes from her gigantic slit. Her cock jumps and bucks, pulsing with ejaculation, and rains down huge globs of girlcum everywhere in line of fire. The first spurt hits the duvet above, the second as well. The third rains down on her abdomen, followed by spurts four all the way up to eleven.

By the time her cock stops shooting, her abdomen is utterly painted in a thick coat of girlcum. Still the urethra below Mel pulses angrily with each orgasmic throb, cock bucking with it.

Seconds bleed by, and Mel stares out at the veritable lake of clear girlcum coating her girlfriend's abdomen. A look of shock is on her face--this is a lot even for Tracey.

Reflexively, she glances down and finds her small cock soft. The evidence of her orgasm is nowhere to be found on the sea of liquid below her, washed away and dominated. That's not unusual, but at this scale...

Why do I cum so much, Mel? I dunno. Estrogen turned my cum clear and goopy instead of watery, but if I really get going I can cum a lot. Like you've seen. You really get me going, did you know that? Give me a bit and I'll rail your ass again tonight. Oh, your tiny load? Don't feel bad about it. It's really cute.

Mel draws in a deep breath and exhales it slowly, looking around and quite unsure on how to proceed now. She should head off, get off the cock now before she's--

A loud groan sounds out, and Tracey's abdomen muscles begin to move. The duvet lifts and reveals her glorious, enormous breasts, capped off by her light brown pierced nipples. Light begins to spill in by her collarbone, and Mel watches in shock as a huge pale-brown hand curls around the duvet, revealed from elsewhere underneath.

The huge hand tosses the duvet up and away, at once flooding her unadjusted eyes with comparatively bright light. airflow sweeps away much of the heat and humidity that the duvet had trapped. Tracey's nipple piercings glint silver, joined by her sopping-with-cum abdomen which gleams and shines in the dim light.

Mel sits there, shrunken down and perched on Tracey's cock, staring up as Tracey sights her. Her eyes are open, pupils coloured black, beautiful black and matching the small black tattoo on her cheek. Her long, silky black hair hangs from her head, just barely touching her nude shoulder. She's sat up slightly in bed, a bewildered look on her sleepy face.

"Mel?" the confused question echoes down to her, loud as a roaring waterfall. "Is that you on my cock?"

Caught red-handed, Mel freezes. A second or two of Tracey, gigantic Tracey watching her passes. Slowly she nods her head in a nearly imperceptible motion that her girlfriend just barely catches.

A few silent moments pass by, and Tracey absently moves her huge hand, bringing it down to her wet abdomen. It connects to the girlcum-coated skin with a deafening squick. A breath later she pulls her hand away, revealing the incredibly slimy nature of her cum as it sticks to her hand and begins to stretch into several long, cheese string-like strands.

Tracey raises her palm to herself, considering the thick coat of cum. After a moment she moves it aside slightly, and all Mel can do is watch frozen as her gargantuan, plump lips rise into a devious, toothy grin and something sparkles in her giant black eyes.

When she speaks, her voice is pure, deep seduction.

"You and I are going to have a lot of fun with this, my love."