Memorial Day Ch. 03

I woke up Saturday morning to the feeling of a weight falling on me. I blinked my eyes open and saw Victoria, still naked, straddling my thighs. Then sunlight coming in the window behind my bed made this my first time seeing Victoria's naked body in its fullness. Her brown hair hung around her heart-shaped face, still a little messy from sleep but somehow sexy, the ends of it tickling her clavicle and dragging my eyes to her chest. Not that I'd ever needed an excuse to look at Victoria's chest, even before last night. Her big tits hung beautifully - she was still young enough that gravity wasn't pulling them down too much, and the pink nipples and their wide areolas felt like magnets pulling my mouth towards her. Below her belly (was it rounder than yesterday? Could she still be full of cum?) was a neatly-trimmed brown bush in the shape of a V pointed at her vagina.

"Good morning sleepyhead," she said brightly as she smiled down at me. "Time for my morning treat." With that, she grabbed hold of my morning wood, which was so hard it was already lifting itself off my belly. Her fingers definitely didn't close around it this time, which I thought was strange given that I'd cum twice last night, but I didn't have much time to think about it before Victoria lifted her hips, dragged me across her slit to her wet opening, and sank down on it. She took it all in one push, letting out a loud, lecherous moan as she did so. i

"Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhh." I joined Victoria's moan as I felt my erection plunge deep inside her.

Victoria cooed wordlessely as she slowly ran her hands up my torso, coming to rest on my shoulders as she leaned over me. I could feel the wetness of her pussy pulling back and forth on my shaft, the ample flesh of her ass pressing against my thighs when she sank back down onto my waist.

"Mmmm that's what I needed," Victoria moaned lewdly, reaching her right hand up to squeeze the soft flesh of her breast. "Fill me up again, baby. I need to feel your cum inside me again."

It was hard to focus when I was deep inside her with her tits bouncing in front of me, but when her hips rose, I thought my cock looked different than before. Fatter. My balls also had the same heaviness they'd had yesterday, like they'd expanded to the point that they couldn't hold any more sperm. And Victoria kept picking up the pace, sliding her wet pussy up and down my improbably thick shaft, squeezing her tit and moaning to fill the room.

Then I remembered that the weird sensations in my penis and balls had subsided a bit after cumming in her last night. And after all, Victoria seemed pretty determined to draw out my sperm - she was literally asking for it - so I figured I might as well take a more active role this time.

"Okay," I said, "let's do this." I put my arms around her back and pulled her down against my chest. Her heavy tits pressed against my chest as I slid a hand down to pull her asscheeks apart and adjust my angle. I began pounding up into her, rutting as hard as I could as I held onto her ass for dear life. "Oh yes, Ben," she gasped. "Fuck that feels good, don't stop, give it to me, give it to me, give me your cum."

I took her at her word, pounding into her as hard as I could. I could feel my balls slapping against her behind as I thrust deep inside her. Victoria held my head in her hands, moaning as she braced against me while I fucked her wet pussy as fast as possible. It felt like there was more happening down there than I was used to - like more ball was hitting her sweet ass - but I was too focused on the sensation of pumping in and out of her to care. Finally, with Victoria begging and begging for my cum, I grabbed her ass and held it against me as I thrust upwards and unleashed myself deep inside her pussy. Just like last night, it felt like it took forever. I could almost swear I felt my sperm pumping into her where our stomachs pressed together, like her belly was inflating with my cum.

As I came, Victoria moaned and held my head against her neck. Once I had stopped thrusting into her, she let me fall back against the bed as she buried her face in my neck, gasping. My cock was still warm inside her, trapping my load in her womb.

"Such a nice way to wake up," Victoria whispered into my shoulder. Then, slowly, she lifted herself off of my cock. There was a squelching sound as air rushed to fill her gaping vagina, and then, just like last night, she rolled onto her back and held her knees to her chest so that no cum would escape her visibly glistening hole. There was a long pause as we lay side by side.

"I... need to clean up," I say, extricating myself from the mess we've made of the bed.

"Of course!" she said, all too sweetly. This was the weird Victoria again, the too-friendly one instead of the bitingly sarcastic girl I'd known her to be for years. And then she continued. "I'll start making you some breakfast."

This was even weirder. It wasn't crazy that Victoria would make breakfast - she'd used our kitchen plenty of times when visiting her sister Erin - but framing it as her cooking for me was very out of character. Until yesterday, we'd never spent any time alone just the two of us, and now she wasn't just fucking me silly, she was eagerly cooking for me. Walking across the room towards the shower, I didn't feel disoriented the way I had after the bus yesterday, but I did feel strange. And when I looked down, I had a pretty good guess as to why.

My cock was really big. Not hard - I'd just cum in a busty 22 year-old who begged for my cum - it was big. And thick. Like teenagers drawing dicks in class big. And my balls were big too, at least twice the size I remembered. I wasn't sure what it meant, and I was a little freaked out. I rushed to the bathroom and shut myself inside.

I stared at myself in the mirror. The rest of my body looked normal, which only made the strange growth in my genitals even odder. It didn't feel painful, like there was a sting or infection causing swelling, but it did all feel... not sensitive, but more... aware? Like I was more conscious of changes in my physical arousal, or like I could really feel skin or cloth or even just air against it.

I decided I should still probably take a shower. Maybe that was somehow part of what was going on. Maybe I'd have to see a doctor, and at least I'd be clean. At minimum, it let me feel like I was doing something about this whole situation.

I stepped under the hot water and took a deep breath, trying to relax and process the last twelve hours. After letting the water run over me for a full two minutes, I started investigating my crotch. My balls were definitely bigger than they used to be. There was a weight to them I hadn't felt before, a heft. When I cupped them in one hand (and they took up a lot of hand) it was like I could feel a... churning in them? I'd never noticed that before.

My cock, meanwhile, was thick. Flaccid when I got in the shower, if you could call that monster flaccid it looked like a weird fleshy hose hanging off my waist. And somehow, despite the massive three orgasms I'd had since dinner last night, the more attention I paid down there the more it grew hard again.

I'd always been comfortable with my six-inch dick - I'd never had complaints after all - but this was definitely bigger. I'd brought my phone into the shower, and using it as a ruler it looked like I was pushing nine inches now, and I was pretty sure I wasn't fully hard. I'd definitely need to see a doctor. Today.

By the time I finished inspecting myself, a full fifteen minutes had passed in the shower. I finished cleaning myself and dried off, wrapping a towel around my waist. I opened the bathroom door to go put on clothes, and nearly walked straight into Victoria, who was standing there waiting for me wearing nothing but an apron, her arms held behind her back in a way that thrust her big tits forward practically through the doorframe.

"I made us some eggs," Victoria said, swaying at the waist in a way that made her boobs shake beneath the apron. She really was quite a sight, the buxom baker wearing almost nothing at all. She was also beaming, smiling so wide it looked like her face might break apart. The smile was in her eyes too, looking absolutely radiant with devotion. It was alarming and cute and sexy all at the same time.

"And I made some sausage for you too," Victoria continued, still wearing the same impossibly sweet smile. "And it looks like my sausage just finished heating up," she said, putting a hand over the place where my cock was clearly causing a bulge in the towel.

"Do you think I should get my protein now?" she purred, lowering herself to her knees. I watched as this exposed her breasts even more: I could see so much soft flesh spilling over the top of the apron, stare deep into the valley of her cleavage. Over her shoulder I could see down her bare back to the apron strings tied over her round ass. "Or should I wait and make it a morning dessert?" She was fully rubbing me through the towel now, and I was getting uncomfortably hard.

But at the same time, I was worried about what was happening to my body. I was so hard, and her hand would feel so much better if I let the towel fall; she'd put it in her wet mouth and her tongue would slide up and down. My cock had grown at an alarming rate, and my balls were so heavy something had to be going on. I needed to see a doctor before I did anything else sexual in case my situation got worse. Plus there was Victoria: In less than eighteen hours I'd pumped one load down her throat and two more into her pussy. If something was wrong with my cock, it could wind up affecting her too. I was risking my living situation with Erin enough without giving her sister some kind of STD.

"Ughhh why don't we do this later," I groaned, reaching down to pull the rapacious girl back to her feet. She gave me a pouty look and stamped her foot, staring up at me with her eyes wide in the hopes I might change my mind. I held firm - barely - and when it was clear I wasn't about to say anything else on the subject, Victoria turned and raced out towards the kitchen table. "Guess I better eat quickly then!" Her bare ass bounced along behind her as she practically skipped across the apartment, and I felt my cock attempting to strain in her direction from under my towel. "After we both eat!" I called after her, hoping to buy myself a bit more time.

I closed the door to my room, took off the towel, and got dressed. As expected, the weather forecast on my phone said it would once again be an unbearably hot day, so I threw on a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved button-down shirt, to make things easy if I was able to see a doctor. Then I got on my phone and made an appointment at an urgent care clinic in the hopes that someone there could tell me if I should be concerned that I woke up with a cartoonishly large cock and balls. As I typed my symptoms into the form, I couldn't decide whether I should just be grateful - after all, who doesn't want a nice big cock? - or seriously concerned. This was a lot of growth after all; looking in the mirror, even my mostly flaccid dick was bulging my pants lewdly.

I got an appointment for 11:30 that morning, which would give me plenty of time to eat breakfast and catch a bus over to the clinic. Taking a deep breath to steel myself, I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys and went out to see the breakfast Victoria had made.

The plate of food was pretty much exactly as she described: a pile of scrambled eggs and a few small frozen sausage patties she'd reheated. She clearly had rushed her own meal, as the plate across the table from mine was completely empty, and Victoria was kneeling next to my seat with her ass perched on her bare heels and her hands folded across the apron in her lap. I did my best not to stare at her body, but frankly I'd had a hard time resisting looking at Victoria when she was a fully-clothed, slightly snotty acquaintance. Now her tits were bursting out of an apron and I knew very well what she looked and felt like underneath it.

"Welcome back," she smiled at me. "I figured I could get started on my dessert while you ate your breakfast." She shifted slightly in her seated position, like she was having to restrain herself from leaping on me. "Then after that there might be some dessert for you too," she said, twisting the hem of the apron in her hands. It seemed like she was working very hard to resist the urge to touch herself. I could sympathize, as the temptation to whip out my cock and shove it into her cleavage was strong. But I'd resolved not to do anything more until I'd seen the doctor, and I meant to stick to that even if it meant pushing away the wet dream kneeling in front of me.

"Why don't we wait, Vic," I said. "Let me focus on this and then I can give more attention to you later."

"You just like seeing me squirm," she said, giving me an annoyed look. The look on her face was a flash of the old Victoria, the one I'd known until last night. Then she got up and flounced to the other side of the table, sitting in her chair and planting her elbow on the table to lean her cheek on her fist. She stared at me as I sat down and started eating.

"These are really good, Vic," I said, hoping to engage her in some normal conversation for the first time since she'd looked at my bulging crotch on the couch last night. It was true too; however she'd seasoned these eggs, they were actually some of the best I'd had in a long time.

"Thanks?" she responded incredulously. "They're just eggs - it's not like I busted out The Art of French Cooking or something." It was weird seeing this side of her - sarcastic, superior, and self-deprecating all at once - while she was wearing nothing but an apron across the table from me. It was the old Victoria, but she wasn't acknowledging that our circumstances were very much new.

"Well whatever you did with them, they're much better than when I make them," I doubled down. It'd be nice to be on her good side for something besides my dick, and again, it was true! Still, her response convinced me to abandon this line of conversation and focus on eating so I could get out the door to urgent care. After a few more minutes of me eating quietly while reading the news on my phone, she spoke up.

"I'm glad you like your breakfast," she said hesitantly. "Sorry I'm being so pissy, I just hadn't expected you to refuse me like this." She was no longer leaning on her fist; instead, both hands were in her lap again, and it seemed like she was back to twisting the hem of the apron between her thighs. "It usually doesn't take much boob to get a guy when I want him."

I understood that. Even when I'd seen Victoria as the slightly annoying, immature younger sister of my friend and roommate, it had been hard not to be drawn in by those boobs, even from under the sweaters she typically wore. I was working hard to look at my phone instead of the expanse of her chest I could see above the apron, because I figured it was critical for maintaining the willpower to keep my sperm inside my still weirdly sensitive balls.

"Believe me, I get it," I said. "Your boobs are amazing." She smiled at that, a sweet smile that brought a flush to her neck. "But it's good for us to have some down time, right? And it's nice being able to actually talk, you know?"

"I guess so," she said, frowning a little. "I guess it's nice knowing I've made something you like. I really want you to like having me around."

"Of course I like having you around," I said. "Did you think I didn't?"

"I don't know," she said, twisting her arms more, but it seemed nervous, different from the horny frustration it had been before. "I just always feel a little weird around you because you're my older sister's even older friend. So every time I'm with you all I feel like I'm just some kid tagging along, you know?" She paused for a deep breath. "I'm barely out of school and you've got your whole life set up. You just seem... bigger than me." And on that word bigger, I felt her foot plant itself on my crotch under the table and start rubbing.

"Well," I choked out, hoping that ignoring this new development might make it stop, "I do enjoy having you around. I thought it might be a little weird this weekend with just the two of us, but I did think we'd have fun together if we decided to hang out."

"And you are having fun, right?" she smiled over the table as her foot continued doing its work beneath. "I know I'm enjoying hanging out." She shook her chest slightly with that.

"Yeah, it's been great," I strained, desperate not to give in. It was clear Victoria's moment of vulnerability had passed, had been overtaken by her insatiable hunger for my giant penis. I thought about how big my balls were and how I needed to get to the bottom of whatever had caused it. Unfortunately, thinking about my crotch just made me think about what she was doing, and I felt my cock hardening in my shorts.

"Mmmm looks like you're just about done your food there, Ben," Victoria said with a Cheshire grin. "Maybe I should slide under the table and help you hang out for me again." She grabbed the edge of the table and braced herself like she was about to move immediately.

"Actually," I blurted out, so quickly that she stopped rubbing, but kept her foot pressed against me. "I have a doctor's appointment and I have to leave now if I'm going to catch the bus in time." I waved my phone as though that reinforced my claim. If I actually left now I'd get there earlier than I needed, but maybe they'd see me early - and at least it'd get me away from this ravenous girl while I figured out what to do.

Victoria's jaw dropped indignantly. "You promised I could shake out some protein after you ate! I cooked you all that sausage, and then you were supposed to let me taste yours." She smiled a little, clearly amused by her own wordplay even as she was annoyed at the situation.

"I know," I apologized. "I just hadn't expected the timing to line up like this. We can hang out more this afternoon!" Hopefully we could - hopefully I was fine and wouldn't be hospitalized or god forbid sterilized because of some crazy disorder that had manifested in the past day.

"I guess I want you to be healthy," she grumbled, gathering up our plates to put them in the dishwasher. "But you have to pick out my outfit." She grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards Erin's room.

"What?" I let herself drag me back towards the bedrooms, suspecting this was probably a bad idea. "What outfit?"

"Obviously I'm coming with you. You'll need someone there for support! Plus that way I can make sure nobody ties to steal you away," she smirked, giving me a punch in the arm. It was another flash of the old Victoria shining through.

I really didn't feel like arguing with her, especially after already disappointing her by refusing the blowjob I'd sort of promised, so I followed Victoria into Erin's room where she threw open a suitcase that was comically overstuffed for a weekend where she'd had no real plans.

"Pick any dress," she declared, tossing out a half-dozen options. I figured a dress made sense given the heat, so I sorted through them and picked out a green one with shoulder sleeves and a scooped breast that would show off a lot of her upper chest without being too booby. I was trying to dampen my own temptation in hopes that it would rub off on her. Victoria looked at the dress a little skeptically and raised an eyebrow at me.

"What, am I going to church?" she said. "You can put me in anything and this is what you want me to wear out?"

"We're headed out to the doctor's office," I said, a little exasperated. "We're not going out out."

"Fine," she shrugged. "If this is what you really want, you weirdo." She untied the apron and tossed it on the bed. She'd barely been wearing anything to begin with, but the sight of her bare front - her nipples, her curves, the trimmed pubic hair above the pussy I'd been inside so recently - had me firming up again as I stared. But for once, Victoria wasn't making a show of it. All business, she rooted through her suitcase and pulled out a black push-up bra. "I'm at least going to give the girls some help if you won't," she said, fastening the band behind her back. The bra really did do a great job of pushing her boobs up and out; I felt another twitch in my cock as she posed for me wearing nothing else. Then she raised the dress and pulled it over her head before fumbling in the suitcase and pulling out a pair of shoes.

"Uh, aren't you going to wear some underwear?" I asked.

She gave me another classic Victoria look. "No, I am not going to 'wear some underwear,'" she said, mimicking my tone. "I need to make sure you have easy access in case you finally decide you're down for some fun again." She finished tying her shoes, stood up, and walked over until she was almost pressed against me. "Will that work for you?" she said, and I could feel her breath on my neck and face, like it came into my nose and shot down my body into my semi-hard cock, which surged a little more.

"Whatever you want I guess," I answered.

"Now there's a nice thing to hear," she said, pressing her hands on my chest and raising herself a bit to kiss my cheek.

This was going to be a long bus ride.