Little Shop Of Dreams:Vanny and Ari

The Little Shop Of Dreams

The perfect birthday gift, the perfect gift, gotta find her the perfect gift!

That was the one thought that wrapped itself around my brain on repeat for waaaay longer than I care to admit. I went from store to store, mall stall to mall stall, I think I was shopping for... probably more than twelve hours before I discovered the little shop of dreams.

Hmm, ok, probably not the best place to start this, let me back up. My name is Ariana, Ari for short, and this is how my life changed beyond my wildest dreams.

I think the necessary context for you, dear readers, is probably to know that I am a thirty year old woman with a twenty nine year old girlfriend. We've been together for a few years and Vanessa - Vanny for short - is my... well my everything. The first thing you should know about her is that Vanny is... well as close to perfect as any one human could be. I know, I know, everyone says that about their partner, but here just take a look at some of her qualifications;

Child prodigy who graduated highschool at fourteen, without taking a single class.

Super humble, doesn't judge people for anything.

Can... uh... dance - if you get my drift - better than all of my previous partners combined.

Is the single greatest gift giver to ever walk the Earth.

Further context on that last one, since it's pretty relevant. We'd been together for almost three years at the point where I found the little shop of dreams. The first year, we'd both decided no gifts. We're both painfully aware of the lesbian stereotypes and we were both a little worried that gifts for birthdays and christmas might be too much so early on in the relationship. Stupid, we know, but at the time it made sense.

The next year though... my birthday is December twenty seventh, so I usually got both my 'gifts' at once when I was a kid, and I was long used to my birthday being overshadowed by the massive holiday. Vanny though... for christmas, she'd secretly been taking woodshopping classes and had carved a sculpture of the drawing I'd made that got me into art school and was the symbol of my freelance design business. Yeah, my jaw dropped too. I'd gotten her a spa weekend.

Then, two days later, she revealed my birthday gift. Something more personal, she said. As if the sculpture was somehow impersonal?!

It was a book. Now, let me explain to you just why this book had me on my knees sobbing. My favourite author had stopped writing more than a decade before. So what did Vanny do? She scoured online, found her, contacted her, and convinced her to handwrite five hundred pages of my favourite short stories of hers and sign it. How the fuck do you even think of stuff like that?!

So yeah, when I say the best gift giver ever, I bloody well mean it. For her birthday that year, I'd gotten her a video game she'd once confessed to liking. So did I feel like absolute shit?

Did I feel like I failed at making her happy, even though she loved the game and never once complained about it?

AB-SO-FUCKING-LUTELY.

So I was going to surprise her socks off with this gift. I watched every single show she did, read every book she even looked at, called her parents, her older siblings, her friends, even her exes. You know what every single one of them told me?

She's always been like that. Has always given the single greatest gifts, every birthday, anniversary, holiday, everything. And no one has ever been able to match her. Not even close. Some of her exes even admitted it was a driving force in their break ups; they just didn't feel worthy of her. That only made me more determined than ever; I had to be the first one to give her an amazing gift. She'd never had one before and by all that I've ever believed in, she deserves one.

So fast forward several months and there I am, panic shopping the day before her birthday at the mall. You know why? Couldn't find anything. Nothing that she'd like that much. Nothing she'd have tears over. Jewelry? She's not big on it, occasionally wears a necklace. Make up? While she wears it, it's not really something she's all too passionate about and it felt too much like a casual gift.

Clothes? Not personal enough.

Games? Not personal enough.

Her favourite author, do a book thing like she did for me? She doesn't have one.

I thought I got close once, got my great grandmother to write me up her super secret special recipe for brownies that Vanny absolutely adores. She figured it out on her own a couple weeks later, cause she was bored.

None of her friends were helpful, they were all as lost as me. The only thing that was remotely helpful was one of them mentioned a stuffed rabbit she'd had when she was a kid, apparently she used it like a security blanket for years before it was lost in a move. Couldn't remember the colour, the size, the name, whether it was homemade or mass produced. Only that it was a rabbit.

Do you have any idea how many different types of stuffed rabbits there are? Hundreds. More.

That was what led me to the shop, however, so I'll forever be grateful to that friend, as unintentional as their help ended up being.

See the mall ended up being useless, of course it did. So I left, my feet sore and my shoulders slumped and walked into the rain. Of. Freaking. Course. It'd be raining. Why wouldn't it be, just a physical reminder of my failure as a partner. So I went the wrong way.

Not on purpose, mind you, more it was so dark and hard to see through the rain that I took a wrong turn. Didn't notice at first, just kept trudging through, cars passing me and splashing me from the puddles as if it was some sort of game. I'm not sure how long I was walking there, before I looked up and saw it. 'The Little Shop of Dreams'. A weird snake curled around the capitalized D. I frowned and stared through the window, barely seeing any lights. But in the window was a stuffed rabbit.

The odds that this particular one was the one from all those years ago? Astronomical. Impossible. But seeing it there pulled me in and I walked in, super thrilled that they had a heater on and I was no longer in the rain. Still soaked to the bone, but slowly drying. The shop was pretty empty. No customers, and from the looks of it, no employees. I shrugged and looked around, deciding to at least see if there was anything, absolutely anything, she'd like and I'd try even harder for christmas.

"What draws you in here, dearie?" A voice, sounding like an old woman, seemed to just ring out around me. I jumped so high that I landed in my own puddle and slipped, only to be caught by...

A rather young looking lady, beautiful and dressed in a plain black t shirt and jeans, a few necklaces with different crystals on her. I blinked and blushed, stuttered out an apology and stood.

"S-s-sorry, I... sorry." The raven black haired woman before me smiled, her ruby lips parting to show teeth so white I thought they'd blind me.

"Think nothing of it, dearie. Now it's not often young ladies find themselves in my little store front here. Is there something... maybe someone you're looking for?" Her face was young - I'd have even said younger than me - and yet her voice was unmistakenly that of an older woman. Even her candence seemed to betray a more antique perspective. I nodded.

"Uh, yes. It's my girlfriend's birthday tomorrow and I have nothing. She always has the best gifts and I" I ended up telling her my whole story, or at least the reason for me getting there, dripping so much water that I was worried it'd warp her wooden floors. She nodded politely and smiled the whole time.

Then she pulled out a book and began flipping through it.

"Is that a catalogue?" I asked, wondering why I'd just spilled my guts to this stranger.

"More like... a ledger, I suppose. A record." She spoke distractedly, like her focus was in the book. I frowned but shrugged, deciding that her 'record' wasn't really my business. I looked around and... was incredibly underwhelmed. It looked like any other random hokey little shop. Random keychains with city names, magnets with people names on them, post cards, stuffed animals, guide books, et cetera. Like any other tourist shop. Shop of dreams, huh.

I sighed slightly and decided to warm up for a few minutes before heading back out into the rain that... hang on, when did it stop raining and why did it look like midday on a summer day?

I frowned and headed to the door, and even had a hand on the handle before she spoke up, once again right behind me.

"Leaving already, dearie? Didn't you want something for your dear Vanessa?" I turned around, unsure of what was going on with me. Or this place that suddenly felt just a little too creepy. Nothing changed, it just felt... off. And had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

"Oh, sorry, you just seemed busy in your led..." My voice trailed off as I saw her hands were empty, that large tome of a book no longer anywhere in vision. She smiled that bright grin again and waved her hand, a small necklace appearing in it.

A black lace choker, with a small blue jewel with a snake wrapped on it. It looked gorgeous, I'm not going to lie. I kinda wanted it... ok, I really wanted it. There was a... pull to it, that I didn't fully understand. The lady held it a little closer to me.

"This should be everything she wants. Tell her to wear it to bed and the next morning all her dreams will come true. Trust me." There was a tone in her voice, a certainty that I couldn't understand. Obviously she was a con woman, trying to sell me some snake oil or something. And I wasn't going to be fooled into purchasing some fake wish granting necklace.

Then she pressed it into my hand and stepped back.

"Free of charge, dearie. I can sense your sincere desire to give her something no one else can." And with that she vanished. Like right before my eyes. I blinked. And again. I frowned and shrugged, more confused than ever, then I looked down at the necklace, and saw she'd put a business card with it. I shrugged and tossed both into my purse. I'd figure this all out later. The weirdness of that store was getting to me and I stepped out on to the street and was almost immediately bowled over.

By Vanessa.

"Baby! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you ok?!"

I blinked and nodded looking around. I was... home? Well standing outside the house Vanessa and I rented. How? What?

"When you didn't come home last night, I was so worried. I left you like a hundred messages!" As if on cue, my phone started going off like crazy and we both watched as every message she texted and called scrolled across my screen.

"Well that explains why you didn't answer me... where were you that you had no signal?"

So I told her. Told her how I'd spent the last year trying to find her the perfect gift, how I'd failed, found this weird shop, got this necklace, everything. Once I started, it all just poured from me, like pebbles from a sack. By the time I was done, I was practically crying, holding my phone in one hand, and that necklace in the other, my purse on the ground, feeling worse than ever. I had no idea how I'd spent a whole night there, but at that point I didn't care.

Then she laughed. Now, when Vanny laughs, it's this musical sound that rings out like windchimes.

"Sounds like one hell of an adventure, babe. Come here, let's get you inside, and get you some coffee." I nodded and we headed in, I was more than a little... overwhelmed. So I sat down, shaking, and put the necklace on the table while, on her birthday, Vanny made me a coffee. She smiled as she sat down and grabbed the necklace to look at.

"It's really pretty. The stone here matches my eyes too. Can I put it on?" She asked and I nodded. It was her gift after all. She put it on and for the briefest second, I thought her eyes... glowed?

"Wow it's really comfy too. Thank you baby, I love it." She leaned over and hugged me. I hugged back then stood.

"Baby, where you going?"

"Well if I can't find the perfect gift, I'm at least going to make you birthday meals." I'd always liked cooking, so I'd made sure to know her favourite meals and had stocked up for this exact reason. She smiled and yawned slightly. I narrowed my eyes.

"Go take a nap baby. You've been up all night, I'll wake you when breakfast is ready." I looked over at the clock. Nine thirty two. Not the latest I'd ever started cooking breakfast. She smiled again and nodded, standing in a way that had me repressing a sigh. She always moved like she was dancing. It was a natural movement for her, but one that left me half jealous. And half horny as all hells.

She kissed me and headed up the stairs and I stared out at the kitchen. Waffles. That was her favourite breakfast. She had simple tastes in most things, it was one of the many many things I love about her. So I set about, grabbing the flour, eggs, milk, vanilla, cinnamon and some other things. For her birthday? No box mix, I'd be making everything from scratch. I also started on the beef tenderloin she loved, since I'd be slow cooking that, needed to start soon. By the time I had it in the cooker and a pile of waffles ready, it was just after eleven. I loaded it all onto a tray, and headed to the stairs, ready for breakfast in bed.

Then I heard her head to the bathroom so I stood behind the wall, hoping she'd go back to bed after and I could still serve her. Then...

"Uh Babe? Babe, come here! You... come here!" I frowned and place the tray down on the carpeted floor, and headed to the open bathroom door.

"Yeah, whats uu... whats that?!" I cried out. More out of surprise than anything else.

"I... Its..." Her eyes went wide and she touched the necklace. My eyes also widened.

I suppose here is a good place to tell you what we look like, dear readers. Me first, for suspense. I am just about five foot five. I'm pretty hot, if I do say so myself, with long red hair that I grow out to my waist, I have a cute freckled face, a slender body, a nice ass. My best features though, are my long legs and my double D tits. All my partners have loved laying on them, burying their face in them, touching them. Honestly, sometimes it was a little over stimulating.

Vanny's turn. She's tall, almost five foot ten. Also slender, but slightly muscular, fit. Smaller boobs, but nice and no sag. Double Bs, almost Cs. Her hair, long and golden, her eyes deep sapphire, her lips full and a beautiful red. Her ass, tighter and more full than mine, her legs almost as long and smooth as mine. A thin waist with wide hips, a face free of all imperfections, high cheek bones and a jawline that could cut glass. And at that moment, the thing that had us both wondering what the hells was happening, was hanging down her thighs. A penis. No, no, that sounds too... little.

No, what was there was huge and thick. Like monstrous. I'd had male partners before, and one of my college boyfriends had a big big dick. Like just under eleven inches long and a good couple inches thick; I couldn't wrap a whole hand around it when it was hard. The thing swaying from her waist was so fucking huge it made his look tiny, little, miniscule.

"Uh... Vanny. I..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say. What to do. I wasn't even sure I wasn't dreaming!

"Yeah, I... let's go to the bedroom, I think I know what's going on." I just nodded and followed her. Leave it to her to understand something way faster than anyone else. We both sat on the edge of the bed, her new massive appendage sitting between her legs. It wasn't until that moment that I realized she had no balls, no testicles with it, just the giant shaft.

"Ari... you said the shop lady gave you this, said it'd fulfill my dreams, right?" I nodded, slowly putting pieces together. She'd wanted this?

"I... I'm sure you know my... ahem, tastes?" I nodded again. Clearly she liked stacked women with long red hair - one of her exes also had red hair, though she'd chosen to dye it like that before they'd met.

"Well, I've always been... smart. Always smarter than everyone else." I nodded again. To some it'd probably sound like bragging, but it was true. Once saw her out wit a chess program set on the hardest difficulty, while playing on six boards simultaneously. She won them all.

"I've always hated it. Not... not the intelligence itself, I guess, more the fact that no one else seemed close to it. It's why I work at Starbucks; I enjoy the simplicity. But there's always been something else I've wanted to dominate in as much as I do with my intelligence. Never knew what it was untill I was... nineteen, I believe. Gave in and was watching my boyfriend's porn at the time."

I frowned but kept listening, not sure how this was all going to come together and tie into... the thing I kept having to try not to stare at.

"Shemales, he said. Futas, t-girls, etc. A bunch of different names, but the gist was women with dicks, sometimes fucking men, other times women. There's apparently a whole subculture around it, with it's own genres and everything. So... I explored. Found out I liked ones with absolutely massive dicks. Like far beyond what could actually be physically possible. Not entirely sure why, but it always turns me on to think about having one. A impossible penis, that is. And now..." she gestured down and the thing twitched.

"So... wait. Lemme get this right... you've always wanted an inhumanly large dick to sexually dominate with?" That's what she was saying, right?

"More or less, yeah."

I nodded slowly.

"Ok... so uh two questions, I think. Maybe more later." It was Vanny's turn to nod.

"So why haven't you told me this before?"

She screwed her perfect face up a bit.

"Partly shame, I think. It's not really something I'm comfortable talking about. But also, it's a fantasy. Not something I ever thought would be, you know, real."

I stroked my chin a bit.

"Ok, I think I understand. Second question, why didn't you just get strap ons? They have monster ones, don't they?" I'd used a couple dildos of varying sizes before and seen some of the larger ones in the shops, but always heard rumours of ones being measured in feet and not inches.

Vanny chuckled and smiled.

"I did for a bit. Never used them with any one, but I did get a couple and while it sort of semi satisfied the fantasy, it always felt... forced. Not sure how to explain it."

"No, I think I follow.... so then... now what?" I asked, half hoping she'd put it away in her dress or pants.

Half hoping she'd put it away, all the way down my throat.

"I... I'm not sure. This isn't something I'd ever expected I... what are you... aaaaaaa" She gasped as I reached over and lightly grabbed the surprisingly heavy pole. I slowly stroked it, each stroke starting from the hairless root, and reaching all the way to the spongy tip. Her eyes rolled back and she slowly lay back. I smiled, and grabbed with my other hand. Not entirely sure what took over me there, I'm usually more timid when it comes to sexuality. I don't usually take the initiative, but that day...

Now, remember how I said it was humongous? Little did I know, Vanny was more... I believe the phrase is 'grower, not a shower'. It throbbed and twitched in my hands as I slowly worked up and down, squeezing every few inches, marvelling as I felt her heart beat through the veins that were slowly pronouncing themselves. Each twitch threatened to break out of my grip as that huge limp sausage grew bigger and harder. Before I even realized just how much she was growing, I couldn't squeeze it, it was so hard. Hard as rock literally.

Throughout the entire time, she moaned, clearly lost to the pleasure she was feeling. Now, I'd heard her when she said 'impossible penis' but apparently my imagination hadn't understood the assignment. Her cock - which I'd later measure out to fifteen inches soft - expanded till it was over two. Feet. Long. Twenty seven inches to be exact. Twenty seven long and as thick as a two litre coke bottle. Thicker even. I could not get both hands around it. And it was sensitive; even the lightest touch had it throbbing and her angelic voice moaning in intense bliss.

"Babe, ca... can you... can you suck on it?" Her voice eeked out inbetween moans. It was clear she had no idea just how massive she was right then, otherwise I don't think she'd have ever asked that; this thing could literally split me in half! I kissed it and her hips bucked forward of their own accord and before I could stop it, I had her massive tip in my mouth!

Damn thing was the size of a grapefruit and it was in my mouth! My jaw had to be broken, it had to be, I knew it, but there was no pain. And the sound that came from her lips... it was the purest sound of mesmerized bliss I'd ever heard, it turned me on more than the impossible phallus currently occupying my entire mouth! Somehow, I was breathing, but I didn't realize at the time. I found myself licking the bottom of her tip, feeling her squirm on the bed, crying out in such pleasure that I was certain the neighbours would call the cops for noise complaints!

Then I took in more. Not sure how much, only that her tip was now entirely in my throat, and I wasn't dying. I pulled back out till all but an inch or two was out, then dove forward, grabbing her huge base to try to stabilize the jerking cock, plunging so much down my throat that I could feel her veins through my throat! I would've taken more, but the sheer sensation over took her and I felt her gasp, then a... force pushed through her cock, reaching and expanding her monster. I felt it hit my overstretched lips, push through my throat and before I could make any sound, a hot and heavy weight smashed into my stomach!

Pump after pump after pump, the only sounds I could hear being my own heartbeat jumping rapidly and the shrieks of sexual bliss from the lips of my wonderful futa partner. I don't know how long she came for, but when she finally began to soften and slowly pulled out of me, my stomach was bulging so much, I looked nine months pregnant. With twins.

"I... you..." She panted, sitting up slowly, her entire body trembling. She looked so flushed but also so happy, the happiest I think I'd ever seen her.

"Happy birthday, my love." I whispered before I passed out, exhaustion taking over. As my eyes closed, I promised her silently that I'd make sure to put that happiness back on her face every single day.

The Next Day

I woke up during that day, sometime around dinner time, but I barely remember it. I stumbled into the bathroom I think, and I think I forced a bunch of her sperm out, and I recall briefly wondering how she came without balls, but then I think I passed out again, cause the next thing I remember, I was tucked into bed, with Vanny holding my head on her lap, both of us in our pjs.

"Van... did I miss your birthday dinner?! I'm so sorry, I was gonna - "

She put a finger on my lips and chuckled.

"Ariana, don't you worry about it. This was, without a doubt, the best birthday I've ever had. You have no idea how incredible that felt! I don't know if it was part of my fantasy to have a super sensitive dick, or if being that big just makes it that way, but I almost came the moment I got hard! It was incredible!"

I smiled up at her.

"I'm glad I finally got you a gift you like!" She just smirked down at me and pet my hair a little.

"Do you remember where that shop was? I think I have some questions for the owner."

I laughed, thinking the same.

"I... I don't know. To be honest, I just kinda... found it. Though the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it found me."

Vanny nodded and bent over to kiss my forehead.

"Yeah, that figures. If we ever find it again, I'd love to thank the owner." I smiled and patted the huge slumbering beast my head currently rested on.

"Maybe you can show her your appreciation." She smiled down at me again and it throbbed beneath me.

"Maybe I can show you my appreciation first?"

I smiled back and slowly got onto my hands and knees on the bed.

"Ok, but after this, let's go out. I think we're gonna need some new clothes for you!"

Later That Day

We went to the mall for some shopping. Since I'd budgeted a couple hundred for her birthday and spent nothing, shopping seemed the next rational step. Plus with her super obvious new appendage, Vanny obviously needed a new wardrobe. Had her wearing a long flowy dress, mostly cause we had nothing to really tie it down with. We tried shoving it into her panties, but fifteen inches of thick sausage doesn't really do well in lace. So it tore in half.

By the time we got to the mall - I'd had to empty myself again. Turns out her spunk comes out rather easily, there's just a looot of it - it was hitting the afternoon, so it was pretty packed. We went to a couple clothing stores, but didn't really find anything sufficient. A couple garters, but they were made of lace too and snapped when she tried to bind her new cock to her leg. Luckily no one saw.

"Maybe we should get you a small belt or something babe." I suggested as we passed by a Hot Topic, a few of their shiny belts visible from the shop windows. She shrugged and looked at them for a few seconds before shaking her head.

"I never really thought about the actual logistics of this. I wonder if I should get a... jock strap? Cup? To be honest, I'm not really sure what the difference is." I stared at her for a second before bursting into laughter.

"What? What's so funny?" I had to take a few breaths before I could stop laughing long enough to answer.

"This... this is the most confused I've ever seen you. You look so lost on the difference between penis holder one and penis holder two!" I snickered a bit and she laughed back. We ended up getting both and a couple more solid garters from a sex store I hadn't realized the mall had. We decided to get something to eat and headed to the food court.

At least that was the plan.

"Uh babe, your shoe is untied." I stopped and looked down, seeing that it was. I was wearing my comfy running shoes, and I almost never untie them. I bent over to tie it. To this day, I have no idea why I didn't just kneel like I normally do. I was in shorts that day, so maybe I wasn't thinking?

"Uh... Ari... Ari... Ari!" Vanny hissed and I shot up, turning around in confusion at her suddenly stressed tone. Well that's an issue. I could see the very beginnings of a tent forming in that long dress of hers.

"Babe really? From me tying my shoes?!"

She blushed but nodded. I grinned evilly, loving how much I was very clearly turning my partner on. She smiled back for a second, then her cock twitched and the dress started whooshing about.

"Babe, what do I do?" She asked, her voice cracking a bit.

"I mean... stop it?" How was I supposed to know what to do, I've never had a dick, let alone one that was so big we literally couldn't tie it down.

"I can't, it's touching the dress and it's sooo sensitive!" She hissed, leaning on the wall. Thankfully there were relatively few people where we were so I leaned into her, making it seem like we were two people just having a close conversation. Which I suppose we were, in a way.

"Ok, ok, I'll help you take care of it." I looked around rapidly, finding a bathroom sign. A good hundred feet or so away. Fuck.

"Babe, the closest bathroom is down there. Can you make it?" I handed her the bags from our shopping - the 'penis holders' and some new dresses and looser jeans - and my purse and she looked at me in confusion. I motioned for her to hold them in front of her, a sort of wall. She nodded her thanks and we briskly sped to the bathroom.

We thanked our lucky stars, it was a single stall bathroom with a locking door and it was empty. We practically slammed the door shut and locked it, before Vanny dropped all the bags and practically tore her dress off. I laughed and then my eyes widened. She was fully hard. All twenty seven inches and it was throbbing so hard that even with both hands she couldn't hold it still.

"Babe! Stop staring and help me, please!" She half moaned, and I nodded, immediately kissing the angry red tip. I grabbed on too, and with both of us, we stopped the throbs enough that I could begin stroking. Heartbeats. That's what I could feel in that steel-hard rod. I could feel her heartbeats, feel it grow slower as I slowed my strokes, feel it speed up as I lightly bit on her huge tip. I could see the veins bulging, see the liquid flowing through them. Then I stopped and stepped back, almost hitting the wall of the small bathroom. She moaned and opened her eyes for the first time since I'd started.

"Babe? Why'd you stop? It was so gooooddd..." I smiled. One thing I'd noticed since she'd gotten this gift the day before, when the pleasure hit, she squished her eyes closed, like she was blind, and lost in the physical feeling.

I just put my finger to her lips and slowly pulled my shirt up and off, my pants down and off. Her eyes widened and her cock smacked into my stomach a couple times from the massive twitches running through it. I smiled again and turned around, the small bathroom meaning I felt her tip slowly drag across my body the whole way.

"Bab... Ari, are you sure? It's kinda.... huge. I don't wanna hurt you!" The genuine concern in her voice made me smile again.

"Vanessa. That huge fucking cock of yours fit in my mouth. My mouth. Obviously, it's fucking magic some how. I mean people don't just put on random necklaces and grow multi-foot long dicks, baby. I'm sure I'll be - AGGGHH" I found my face pushed against the wall as mid way through, Vanny thrust about a good foot in!

"Aghhh holy. Shit. Babe. I didn't think you'd do so much at once!" I coughed out a little. I was right, somehow her monstroulsy wide pole fit in me, but it still took a second for my body to work itself out. She chuckled lightly as she pulled out to the tip.

"You ready?" I blinked. And took a deep breath.

"Yes-aaaaaaa" Again, a huge thrust that had my head smacking the wall, but I barely felt it as I could feel a massive tip in my throat. I could still breathe, but I knew I wouldn't be able to swallow, the cock-of-a-god was blocking my whole esophagus! I pressed my hand to my throat - the other bracing me against the wall - and I could feel the throbbing rod!

I came. No, that's not right. I mean, it is, but it's too small a word. You ever get turned into a human cocksleeve? You can feel every last inch of a steel beam inside you, rearranging organs, stretching bones, compressing muscles. It's a feeling that you can't really put into words as every last cell of your body wants to welcome this new spine, but also recognizes it as a foreign invader. The pleasure that arises from that... I was actually blind. Like my eyes rolled back so hard, I actually could not see. My body trembled and spasmed so hard that I was only standing due to her monster holding me there. I would've screamed if I could, no sound would leave me as I swear my soul left my body and I was hanging there, numb.

And then she pulled out a good ten or so inches and slammed them all back in, and once more I was me, my entire body writhing and tensing on her massive cock.

"Baby! This... is... amazing!" she punctuated each word with another thrust, each one harder than the last.

I don't know how long she pounded me for. I don't know how many times I was at the edge of consciousness, just to be smacked back in. I know at one point she lifted me by my legs and let me just drop on her pole, at one point I was face down on the floor, one point I was against the door, facing her with my legs wrapped around her slender waist.

Then...

"Baby, I'm gonna cum!"

I'm not sure why, but that snapped me back to my senses, at least enough to speak again.

"What? No, not aaaaa, not in... not in me!"

"Where else? It's too much to do here, there's nowhere to put it!"

"I can't.... ah, I can't carry it all!"

"You can do it baby, I'll help!"

I looked at her, her face sweaty and in angelic bliss. She put her head down, nibbled my tits a bit, something that always turned me on. I could feel her getting even harder in me, the throbs increasing in size and tempo, her thrusts getting rougher.

"Ok, but you... agh, you have to help... help me get to... aaaaaa.... somewhere.... to dump!"

She nodded then let out a roar. I don't think it was on purpose, it was just the instinct from the unending bliss that she couldn't contain it anymore. I panicked then, worried someone was gonna hear us that I just grabbed her face and pressed it into my tits again, her voice muffled.

"Try to mmmmmm" Vanny's voice semi-floated to me, still muffled in my chest.

Then it happened. She exploded, and I do mean exploded. Before, I'd felt each shot travel up in into me, but this time, it blasted out too fast and too hard for me. Each buck of her hips slammed me into the door as ungodly amounts of hot white jizz filled me.

And I mean filled me. I felt it pouring into my stomach, even as more blasted out, I could feel my stomach expanding, my skin stretching as more and more scalding weight pushed. I think I passed out briefly during it, my own orgasm tensing every muscle in my body, then suddenly releasing it so fast I could barely keep track. By the time she was finally done, I was barely conscious, my stomach easily twice as big as it had been the day before.

Then it hit me. What if I got pregnant?

I couldn't get off the floor, some time ago Vanny had let me down gently, before sitting on the floor herself, panting as that insane stick slowly shrank down.

"Baby... I kinda like you looking like that, you know."

I frowned at her, only barely registering her words.

"You... like me fat?" I asked.

She laughed, that lyrical sound echoing all around me. Then she just shook her head and smiled.

"No, silly. You look pregnant. I kinda like that."

I frowned again, but felt my face slowly splitting into a grin.

"That's good. I might be like this for a while, I have the feeling this sperm of yours is super potent."

She laughed then looked at my belly, before standing on trembling legs.

"Let's get you dressed. Can you hold it in? I think there's a dumpster out back, one floor down."

She had really good memory for directions so if she said that's where the closest place was, I believed her, though the thought of waddling down the stairs carrying what felt like a hundred pounds of sloshing spunk did not thrill me.

We dressed me slowly, my shirt doing absolutely nothing for my now bulging, distended belly. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and blinked. I really did look pregnant, it wasn't just the massive belly, there was a glow somehow, the kind most people say pregnant women have.

I looked kinda hot, no wonder she liked me like that. I saw her subtly adjusting herself and I rolled my eyes.

"Tie that thing down, baby. No more till we get home at least. And not too much, I have to work tomorrow, you know."

She laughed as we left the bathroom, me very heavily leaning on her. I emptied myself at the dumpster, laughing at Vanny when she called it a 'cum dumpster'. Once more I was amazed at how easily it all came out, and wondered if it was part of the magic. We drove home, and I teased her a few times, flashing my tits at her, or patting her new snake. She made me pay for that when we got home, pounded me in all my holes - yes even the back door - until I couldn't move. I called into work the next day.

*****

"You know, that is the nicest thing I think you've ever done, Angela." The voice echoed out in the empty store front. A raven haired woman in a plain black t shirt and with multiple crystal necklaces on smirked.

"Nice, not nice. Does that really matter? She came looking for a perfect gift, and I think that's what she got. They seem happy, don't they?" She asked, seemingly to no one in particular as she looked out her windows, watching the pair fucking on a couch so hard the legs broke, though it did nothing to slow their rhythm. Damn, watching them was getting her going. She waved a hand, and the vision disappeared.

"Maybe, but you took quite a risk. What if they find out? You know gifting magic is forbidden." the voice once more echoed.

Angela rolled her violet eyes and sighed lightly.

"They won't find out anything as long as you keep your proverbial mouth shut. Besides, even if they do, everything I did was technically within our laws. I didn't gift magic, I gifted a magic relic, something more than acceptable. Not my fault that they used it to gain magic, even if unknowingly."

"And if they breed?"

"Then they breed. Worst case scenario, there's a magic child, oh noooooo." She said sarcastically, playing with a spark of energy she conjured in her hand.

"Look, we both know I have some special dispensation here. And while I'm not bullet proof by any means, the Council is limited. Besides, that's what this shop is for, isn't it?"

The shop itself seemed to rumble as laughter rang out.

"As reckless as ever, Angela. But you have my support, as always. It's been too long since I've had a shopkeeper such as you."

Angela patted one of the tables and smiled. There were more souls looking for dreams.