Big Enough for a Size Queen?

You flop onto your bed, the springs groaning beneath you as you kick off your shoes with a half-hearted grunt. The room is dim, lit only by the bluish glow of your phone screen as you unlock it, muscle memory guiding your fingers straight to the dating app you swore you'd delete a week ago.

You start swiping, more out of habit than hope, smiles too perfect, bios too bland, eyes that never quite meet yours even through the screen. A parade of strangers blurs past, none of them sticking.

The numb rhythm of swipe-left-swipe-left-swipe-left is nearly lulling until your thumb freezes mid-motion.

Ren.

The name hits first, then the photo. It's unmistakably them half-laughing in that hoodie you recognize, the corner of their mouth pulled up like they're about to say something clever. Your heart gives a strange little stutter.

You stare at the screen, your mind scrambling to catch up. Ren. Your friend. Good friend. You've never seen them like this, framed like a possibility.

What are they doing here? Do they know you're here?

You glance at the app's interface no indication they've seen you yet. No message. No match. Just... there. Waiting. Like a question you're not sure you want to answer.

And now the app is waiting too. Swipe left. Swipe right.

Decide.

Good for her, you think, your thumb hovering above the screen. She'd just gotten out of a bad relationship not even that long ago. You remember the late-night texts, the exhausted rants over coffee, the way her voice tightened whenever she mentioned him. She never gave you all the details, but what you heard was enough. He sounded like a real asshole: controlling, manipulative, always twisting her words until she doubted her own instincts.

So yeah, it's good to see her here. Smiling. Reclaiming something. Putting herself back out there.

But still this is Ren.

You hesitate a second longer, then tap into her profile. Curiosity, you tell yourself. Just curiosity.

But you wouldn't lie to yourself. You've always had a crush on her.

You scroll through her photos, and there she is, looking almost too good to be real. Her hair is long and smooth, the kind of ginger that glows golden at the edges in the right light sunset hair, you once called it, though never out loud. She's wearing it loose in most of her pictures, and it falls over one shoulder like it knows it's being watched.

Her eyes are that sharp, impossible green that always seem to catch you off guard, mischievous and warm, like she knows something you don't and enjoys letting you wonder. And her smile God, that smile wide and genuine, crooked just enough to make it feel real.

Your gaze lingers longer than it should. She's always been confident in her skin, but here it's almost radiant. A crop top that hugs her just right. Jeans that sit low on her hips. Perky tits. That ass that once made you do a double take when you were just trying to find a seat at the café.

But it's more than just the way she looks.

Her humor, dry and quick, the way she'd throw out some sarcastic comment and then look at you like, You keeping up?

Her care, the kind that came out in small ways remembering your favorite snack, checking in after a bad day without making a big deal of it.

Her presence. That indescribable energy she brought into a room like gravity, but warmer.

You shift on the bed, suddenly too aware of your own heartbeat.

Is this okay? Is this weird? She's your friend. But now she's here, in this space, where strangers become something more.

You reread her bio, eyes tracing every word, searching for a hint something that might tell you if she'd swipe right on you

Her profile starts out as expected rock climbing, live music, weekend hikes with her dog. The same Ren you know. The same Ren who used to drag you to those godawful open mic nights, just to laugh at how bad the poets were. Nothing new. Nothing surprising.

Until you keep scrolling.

There's a section further down, slightly separated from the rest. Less curated. More raw. A bold little heading Let's talk chemistry and then a few lines that hit like cold water:

"I need you to have a big cock the bigger, the better for this size queen."

You blink. Reread it. Once. Twice.

Your stomach gives a strange flutter. A knot tightening. Something hot and sudden stirs beneath your skin.

This is not the Ren you know. Or at least... not the version you've known. She's always been private about sex. Playful sometimes, sure a wink here, a dirty joke there but never more than that. You figured she was pretty standard when it came to the bedroom. Not vanilla, maybe, but not this.

You scroll back up, re-reading the sentence like it might change if you stare long enough. The words practically pulse on the screen. Size queen. It's so blunt. So brazen. She wrote that knowing strangers would read it and maybe that's the point. Maybe she wants them to.

And now you have.

You feel a flicker of something arousal? Jealousy? Insecurity? Maybe all of it was tangled together.

Your eyes flick instinctively to the mirror across the room. Ridiculous you're fully clothed. But suddenly you're hyperaware of your body, of how it compares to what she says she wants. Do you measure up? Has she ever thought of you like that? Probably not.

You swallow hard, your mouth dry. The air feels warmer somehow.

This wasn't what you expected. Not tonight. Not from her.

Excited, maybe a little high on adrenaline you swipe right without thinking.

The screen flashes: It's a match!

Your heart jumps into your throat. That little dopamine rush hits hard. She swiped on you.

For a second, all you can do is stare at the screen. There's no time to process, no time to prepare. Your phone buzzes immediately, and your stomach flips.

Ren:

Hey, I didn't expect to match with you. This wasn't what I had planned.

You reread the message, your thumb trembling slightly as it hovers over the keyboard.

Didn't expect to match with you.

Is she surprised in a bad way? Or... is that nervous energy? Flirting? That trailing sentence wasn't what I had planned. Is it hesitation? Excitement?

You imagine her on the other side of the screen, typing that message with raised eyebrows and a half-smile, or maybe frowning a little, second-guessing herself. You can't tell.

Your brain goes into overdrive:

Was this an accident?

Did she swipe right just to see what would happen?

Did she mean to swipe on you like she meant what she wrote in her profile?

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

You start typing, then backspace. Start again. Pause.

why'd you swipe?

You fire it off quickly, trying to sound casual even though your pulse is anything but. You're expecting a joke. A shrug. Something light.

But her reply hits fast, and it lands hard.

? I've always thought you were pretty cute, hell, sometimes hot.

You sit up a little straighter. Eyes wide.

Ren:

Now that I'm single, I figured... why not? Might as well shoot my shot. I was hoping you'd meet my criteria, if you ever did swipe.

There's a second where you just stare, heart thudding in your chest. Then the typing bubble returns.

Ren: I wasn't joking about the size thing.

Your heart skips.

There it is. Right out in the open. She's not just playing around.

You know what she means. Big. Not average. Not "good enough." She wants more explicitly, unapologetically.

And you? You're not small. But you're not that.

That sharp, rising panic kicks in. The one that says don't blow this.

, bold of you to assume I don't exceed expectations.

You type it with a smirk you don't feel. Let the ambiguity do the work.

Ren: Oh? That sounds promising. ????

just say I've never had complaints.

Technically true. Doesn't mean it's what she's hoping for.

Your stomach's tight. You're dodging, and you know it but you can't bring yourself to just say it outright. Not yet. Not when she's still interested.

. But I'm not gonna lie, I do need a bit more than average.

The words sting, even though you expected them.

, I'm all about exceeding needs.

It's a gamble. A bluff, really. But you're in too deep to back out now.

Ren: I guess we'll just have to see, won't we? ????You remember how I said James was a dick?

?

Ren: He actually wasn't. He was sweet. Funny. Treated me well, honestly. But...

You already know what's coming, and it doesn't help.

Ren:

The sex sucked.

I thought I could look past it, but I couldn't.

He was just average. And I need more than that.

You feel the words like body blows. Each one landing too cleanly. Too sharp.

Ren: I held on way too long hoping chemistry could compensate. It didn't.

There's no malice in it if anything, she sounds regretful. Like she wanted it to work.

But all your body hears is: He wasn't enough. And if you're like him, you won't be either.

You: So you're hoping I can... make up for that?

You try to sound cool. Neutral. Like this isn't setting off sirens in your head.

Ren: I mean, yeah. That's the fantasy. And I like the idea of it being with someone I already trust.

Your chest tightens. She's not being cruel. She's being honest. And god, it would be so much easier if you didn't like her.

You barely have time to process it before another message arrives.

you busy now?

Your thumbs freeze.

Every instinct is telling you to slow down. To think.

You're not ready. You know you're not.

But your fingers move anyway.

You: No.

You hit send.

Instant regret.

The little notification bubble flashes again almost immediately.

coming over.

There's no question mark. No room for debate.

Your heart spikes, pounding in your ears.

Shit.

She's serious.

She's on her way.

Your mind starts racing, your bluff is seconds from becoming a disaster.

And yet, beneath the panic, something else is rising too.

The thrill of it.

The inevitability.

The terrifying fact that you want this even though it might destroy your friendship.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She's actually coming over.

And she's going to be disappointed.

She's going to see the truth, clear as day.

And then what? Laugh? Make an excuse?

Either way, you'll have ruined everything.

For nothing.

Shit.

If you were just an inch or two bigger just enough to fake the confidence, to sell the fantasy maybe you could pull it off.

Maybe you could give her what she's craving, what she left James for.

But you can't.

And now she's on her way.

And it's too late to back out.

Your heart's thudding against your ribs like it's trying to escape.

You press the heel of your hand into your forehead, exhaling sharp, fast, shallow.

The thought keeps circling: If I were just a little more...

And then

It hits.

A pulse, deep in your core.

At first, it feels like nothing, just a flicker of warmth in your gut.

But it spreads. Fast.

Heat coils low in your belly, then flares outward in all directions buzzing, electric, alive.

Your skin prickles. Your chest tightens. Your whole body hums with something hot and wild and wrong in a way that feels incredibly right.

Your cock throbs aching, insistent, heavier than it has ever felt.

You gasp, stumbling back onto the bed, legs suddenly weak. A full-body shiver rolls through you, and your vision goes soft at the edges.

The sensation crests then fades just as fast as it came.

But something's changed.

You can feel it.

You glance down.

Your breath catches.

What. The. Fuck.

You don't move for a moment, frozen in place, still feeling that electric warmth pulsing through your body like a live wire.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, your hand drifts downward. You need to know if what you're feeling is real or just some cruel trick your mind is playing.

Your fingers brush over your skin, then wrap around the length of your cock.

It's heavy. Dense. Soft, but still thick in your hand. Even without an erection, it rests along your thigh.

You swallow hard, heat surging up your chest. No way. This can't be

You dart to your drawer, yanking it open with shaking hands until your fingers close around the tape measure.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, you press the edge of the tape against your base and slowly unspool it, breath hitching.

Six. Seven. Eight.

Your hand starts to tremble.

You keep going.

Eight and three-quarters.

Soft.

You freeze.

You check again, slower, more carefully.

Eight point seven five inches.

You're not hard. Not even close. You haven't even started, and you're already almost three inches longer than you were fully erect before.

You loop the tape around the shaft next. Five and a half inches of girth. You remember being closer to four and three-quarters, maybe five, hard. Now?

This is you at rest.

A low, stunned laugh slips out of your mouth.

You grip the shaft again. It fills your palm. Your fingers don't quite meet your thumb. It rests heavy against your hand like it's claiming space that wasn't meant for it.

Your reflection catches your eye.

You don't need to hope you measure up anymore.

Your phone buzzes again Ren: Outside.

Shit.

She didn't waste any time.

You stare at the message for half a second before you're moving. Fast.

You glance at the tape measure still dangling from your fingers. Still half-unspooled. Still trembling.

Fuck.

You scramble to shove it back into the drawer, slam it shut. Then you grab your underwear, pull it up quickly, adjusting to the new fit it barely contains you. The fabric feels snug, stretched, like it's fighting to do its job.

You throw on a pair of sweats, low and loose. Nothing too obvious. Enough to conceal. For now.

A fast breath. Two. One last glance in the mirror. You look almost normal except for the flushed skin, the heat in your eyes.

Well... this is it.

You move to the door and open it.

And there she is.

Ren.

Standing in the hallway, confident, composed, lethal.

She's wearing a black crop top that looks like it was made to be broken out of. The neckline dips low, barely containing her cleavage, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. Her stomach is bare taut, smooth, touchable and those denim shorts? Tight enough to make you forget every word you've ever known.

You try to speak, to say hey or come in, but she doesn't give you the chance.

She steps forward, closes the distance, and slides her hand into yours.

She walks you backwards down the hall like she's done it a hundred times. Like she belongs here.

Into your room.

The door clicks shut behind her.

She gives you a look smirking, eyes dark with intent and then places her other hand lightly on your chest and pushes.

You drop back onto the bed, your heart slamming against your ribs.

"Wait," you murmur, tone soft but deliberate. "Can we talk for a second?"

Ren pauses, clearly not expecting that. Her brow lifts, curiosity piqued. But she doesn't pull away. She just shifts beside you on the bed, eyes locked on yours. "Sure," she says slowly. "What's up?"

You give a half-laugh, like you're a little nervous. "I guess I just don't want to disappoint you. I mean..." You shrug, glancing down as if embarrassed. "What even counts as 'big,' right? It's all subjective."

It's not just your cock that's grown it's your ego and confidence too as if you weren't just some average guy 5 minutes ago.

She raises one sharp eyebrow. "I mean, sure, some people are more forgiving about it than others. I'm just not one of them."

You smirk. "So what's big, to you?"

She leans back a little, casually confident. "Seven and a half, minimum. Eight is ideal. That's about the biggest I've had so far."

You hum thoughtfully. Let that sit in the air a second. Then, with as much nonchalance as you can muster, you murmur:

"Huh. I always thought eight was pretty average."

Her head tilts, lips curling into a skeptical grin. "Average?" she echoes, squinting like she's trying to figure out if you're messing with her. "Where exactly are you getting your data, big guy?"

You shrug again, playful. "Internet. Porn. You know."

She laughs, rich and a little disbelieving. "That's not average. That's 'holy shit, I need a minute' territory."

You just smile. Inside, your heart is pounding but not from nerves.

Because as you speak, that slow, familiar heat is rising again. It coils low in your gut, then expands outward in a ripple of molten energy.

Your cock is growing. Again.

Not from arousal more. Thicker. Heavier. The kind of pressure that demands space, presence. Your sweats tighten as the shaft swells against the fabric, straining down your thigh. Every slow beat of your heart feeds that fullness. Your balls are drawn up tight, heavy with heat.

You keep your expression calm, though your entire body is buzzing. You think you can control this growth and maybe you can give her everything she wants.

Ren still hasn't noticed. She's watching your face, waiting for the punchline. Still assuming this is banter. Still thinking you're bluffing.

Her eyes narrow a little. "Okay, so what are you working with, Mr. 'Eight Is Average'?"

You look her dead in the eyes. Voice even. Confident.

"I guess you'll have to find out."

She blinks. And you catch that flicker. The shift. That moment her smirk falters just enough to show curiosity.

You lean in this time, close enough to feel her breath. "Unless," you whisper, "you're scared of being wrong."

Ren stares at you, expression flickering between skepticism and hunger.

"Alright then," she murmurs, voice low and daring. "Let's find out."

She presses her palm flat against your chest and gives you a firm push. You drop back onto the bed, your heart hammering. Her fingers hook into your waistband, tugging down your sweats and when she sees the massive bulge in your boxers, her hands actually pause.

"What the fuck," she breathes, eyes locked on the obvious shape straining against the fabric. "There is no fucking way that's real?"

You slip your thumbs into the waistband of your boxers, and Ren instinctively leans forward, eyes glued. Inch after inch, your cock slides free so thick and heavy it flops out with weight. Long, veiny, full. Nine and a half inches of soft cock resting against your thigh.

Ren actually gasps.

Ren stares, frozen, as your cock flops free thick and soft, but impossibly long. It rests heavily across your thigh, veiny and full, the weight of it impossible to miss.

"... Where the fuck have you been hiding that?" she breathes, stunned.

You grin, casually resting your hands behind your head, watching her eyes drink you in.

Ren snorts, eyes still wide, clearly trying to process what she's looking at. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen, fuck, that's way more then 8 inches, just how big is it?"

You nod toward the drawer. "Measure it."

She doesn't hesitate already halfway across the room, flinging it open like she needs to prove to herself she's not hallucinating. When she returns with the tape measure, her hands are shaking with anticipation.

Kneeling beside you, she leans in close, biting her lip as she stretches the tape out from your base to the tip, carefully holding your soft cock in place.

"Jesus..." she murmurs. "Nine and a half. Soft. How big does this thing get"

You raise an eyebrow. "Care to find out?"

Then her fingers wrap around your shaft slowly, tentatively, like she's not sure she's ready for what happens next. Her hand adjusts instinctively, trying to hold on as your shaft swells, lengthening rapidly lifting off your thigh, growing firmer, rising inch by inch. You can feel it: the weight increasing, the stretch of your skin, the sheer power of it. Her breath catches as the veins pulse and your cock continues to rise, now visibly thicker than her wrist.

She watches, jaw slack, as your cock climbs higher hard now, harder than it's ever been. Even with both her hands she can't wrap all the way around it anymore.

By the time it stops growing, it's towering over your stomach veined, proud, and massive.

Ren scrambles to realign the tape measure with trembling hands. Carefully, she starts at the base, dragging the tape along your shaft mouth parting further with every inch.

"... Eleven and a half," she whispers, barely able to say it. "Holy fuck."

You glance down. The size is staggering. Her reaction even more so.

She doesn't speak for a moment. Just stares. One hand resting on your abs, the other still clinging to the base of your cock like she's grounding herself.

Her voice comes out quiet, almost reverent.

"You're going to wreck me."

Her breath washes over your skin, warm and shallow. You can see the conflict in her eyes: part of her wants to pounce, to devour you without hesitation. But another part deeper, rawer is almost afraid.

"Jesus..." she whispers, her voice shaky with awe. She runs a fingertip along one of the thick veins tracing up your shaft. "It's so thick. This vein alone is like..." She trails off, too stunned to finish.

She curls her hand around you, or tries to her fingers can't make it all the way. Her brows draw together in amazement. "No one's ever come close to this."

You watch her process it. The scale of you.

She swallows, mouth slightly open. Her eyes flick between your cock and her own hand, like she's comparing remembering measuring past lovers and realizing how tiny they were.

"Fuck," she breathes. "I used to think eight inches was big. I used to brag about that. Now it just seems..." She shakes her head, disbelieving. "Like a fucking joke."

She looks back at you, wide-eyed. Almost reverent.

"How is this real?"

Ren's eyes are still locked on yours, wide with awe. Slowly, she shifts, settling herself fully between your legs. She reaches out, fingertips tracing the length of your shaft again, then pauses, an idea sparking in her eyes. Without a word, she lifts her arm and lays it flat against your cock.

Her breath catches. "Wow," she murmurs, her voice thick with disbelief and something rawer desire. "That's... that's insane. It's bigger than my arm"

She glances up, eyes shimmering with hunger and curiosity. Slowly, she slides her hand up your shaft, comparing the girth to her wrist making it look tiny.

Her gaze drops back to your cock, then back up to your face. "This... this changes everything." She bites her lip, a wicked grin spreading. "I want to find out just how much of you I can take."

Ren's eyes darken with hunger as she slowly slides her hands down from your shaft to your hips. Her fingertips graze your skin just before she lifts off her top and reaches behind her back, fingers deftly undoing the clasp of her black lace bra. The fabric slips down over her toned shoulders, revealing smooth, pale skin of those perky tits that catches the light in soft waves.

Her long ginger hair tumbles forward, framing her high cheekbones and full lips, which curl into a teasing smile. Her stomach is flat and firm, with just the faintest hint of muscle beneath the glowing skin, leading down to the curve of her hips.

She doesn't pause. With a deliberate sway of her hips, she slides her denim shorts down over her thighs, revealing smooth, shapely legs that end in slender ankles. Her thighs, firm and inviting, flex slightly as she moves closer to you. The soft fabric of her underwear follows, slipping down her hips and pooling around her knees, unveiling the gentle curve of her ass.

"Fuck me Ren" you whisper, you've dreamed of this but now it's happening.

Ren settles herself between your legs, the warmth of her body pressing closer, her curves a perfect contrast to the hard lines of your cock. Her hands wrap around your shaft, fingers warm and eager, tracing every vein, every ridge, every inch of thick flesh.

Her lips brush softly along the underside of your shaft, breath hot against your skin. She flicks her tongue teasingly, tasting you, sending a jolt of electric heat straight through your core.

Her eyes lock onto yours bright, hungry, and daring as she parts her lips slowly, inching closer to take you in, her hands never stopping their gentle, deliberate exploration.

Ren's lips part wider, and she leans in slowly, determined. Her warm breath brushes your skin as she wraps her mouth around the tip of your cock. At first, it's too tight and you can feel the subtle pressure of her trying to take in more. Her jaw works delicately, but the sheer girth resists.

She pulls back just enough to catch her breath, eyes flickering up to yours with a mix of surprise and challenge. Undeterred, she shifts slightly, angling herself differently, her hands steadying you as she tries again.

This time, she manages to take in a little more about three inches, her cheeks hollowing as she works through the stretch. You can sense the tension in her throat as she adjusts, her eyes closing briefly in concentration.

She pulls back again, a small, breathless laugh escaping her lips. "Damn," she murmurs, clearly impressed and more excited than frustrated. "You're definitely something else."

Her fingers tighten their grip around your base, steadying you as she readies for another attempt, this one slower, more deliberate. Inch by inch, she takes more of you, her lips sliding down the thick length with a hungry precision, as if savoring every impossible centimeter.

Her eyes meet yours once more, sparkling with triumph and desire, and you realize she's only just getting started.

You gently reach up and gather Ren's long ginger hair into your hand, lifting it away from her neck and holding it back. She glances up at you, surprised but grateful, her breath hitching slightly as you give her space to move more freely.

With her hair held back, she leans in again, determined to take more of you. As she sinks deeper, her throat stretches visibly beneath the delicate skin, each pulse and movement unmistakable. You watch, mesmerized, as the tight skin slides and flexes around your length, every subtle motion on full display.

Her eyes flicker up to yours, a flush rising in her cheeks as she becomes aware of how exposed she is, how vulnerable and powerful the sight is. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her lips, and she gives a slight nod, silently inviting you to keep holding her.

You tighten your grip on her hair just enough to steady her, watching with awe as she works to take you deeper, the mixture of strength and softness in her throat mesmerizing and thrilling all at once.

Ren's lips slide farther down as you hold her hair back, her throat stretching beautifully around you. The sight is mesmerizing every movement visible beneath her smooth skin, her determined eyes locked on yours.

She pauses for a moment, the tension clear on her face as she tries to take in more. You gently brush a finger along her jaw and smile, your voice low but teasing:

"Hey, you've still got a long way to go. You're incredible like this honestly, it's one hell of a sight."

Her eyes flicker with a mix of pride and challenge, and she swallows hard, her throat flexing around you again. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushes deeper, driven by both desire and the thrill of the impossible.

Ren's lips glide down closer to the eight-inch mark, her throat stretched taut and working hard. You can see every movement in her throat, your veins visible through the skin barley contained, and it's a breathtaking sight.

You smile softly, teasing just enough as you look up at her.

"You're almost eight inches," you say, voice low and playful. "Funny, remember when this was the 'big'? Guess you've still got a bit more to go."

Her eyes widened briefly in surprise, a flush creeping up her cheeks. Then she laughs a mix of disbelief and challenge before swallowing again, steadying herself for the next stretch.

You tighten your hold on her hair gently, watching with a growing sense of awe as she pushes onward, determined to take every last inch.

Ren's lips stretch wider, her throat flexing beautifully as she slowly works to take all of you. The tension is intense, every inch a testament to her determination and strength. You watch her, mesmerized by the way her eyes glisten with tears, tears not of pain, but of triumph and something deeper, a raw, vulnerable happiness.

When she finally manages to take it all, she pulls back just enough to look up at you, breathless and glowing, her cheeks flushed and eyes shining. That smile wide, genuine, full of awe melts something inside you.

You shift beneath her, feeling your hips start to move, a slow, steady bucking. Her hands tighten slightly on your hips, steadying you as the moment deepens.

You begin to move with more urgency, your hips thrusting faster and harder beneath her. The rhythm builds quickly, every motion sending a wave of heat and tension through both of you. Ren's grip tightens, her breath hitching as she matches your pace, eyes locked onto yours with a fierce, unspoken intensity.

The room fills with the sound of movement and whispered gasps, your connection pulsing with raw energy. Each thrust pushes you deeper into the moment.

"Shit... good girl' you let out a deep moan.

She comes up for air desperate and full of lust

"I need this inside me, now"

She swings one leg over your hips, straddling you. Her inner thighs barely clear your cock as she settles over it, and even that contact just the heat of her skin brushing against the shaft makes it twitch.

Ren gasps and bites her lip.

Her cunt is already dripping, glistening, eager. She runs her hand between her legs, spreading herself open, guiding your cock toward her entrance. The head barely fits between her folds; it looks massive compared to her, almost comically oversized.

And still, she wants it.

Needs it.

She lowers herself slowly, her breath hitching the moment the head presses against her slick entrance.

"Fuck..." she whimpers. "It's... so big."

She tries to press down, hips trembling as she attempts to take just the tip.

The head barely slips inside barely and even that has her back arching, breath caught in her throat.

Her walls stretch around it, muscles trembling. You can feel her pulse on your cock, tight and fluttering.

"Oh my god " she gasps. "It's... it's not even all the way in. That's just the head. Just the fucking head."

She tries again, grinding her hips in slow circles, pushing down harder. Her thighs quiver with the effort. Her hands dig into your chest for balance.

Inch by painful inch, the head slides deeper forcing her open, making her feel every impossible millimeter of stretch.

You groan beneath her, the heat of her cunt squeezing impossibly tight around the tip.

She moans high, desperate, overwhelmed.

"I can't... I don't know if I can do it," she breathes. "It's so much. It's too big. You're too big."

But she doesn't stop.

She lifts herself a little, adjusts, then pushes down again gritting her teeth, eyes rolling back as she takes another inch.

She's trembling now. Sweating. One hand slips between her legs to rub at her clit in frantic circles, trying to open herself more.

"I want it," she groans. "I want all of it. Just give me a second I need... I need to stretch."

You can feel her body straining to accept you, her pussy wrapped tight around just the crown, and still she keeps trying, obsession in her eyes.

Desire outweighing reason.

She shifts her hips once more, body shaking from the effort and finally takes a full two inches.

Her head falls forward onto your chest, breath ragged.

"Holy fuck..." she whispers. "I've never felt so full. And I've still got so much more to take"

You reach up and brush her hair out of her face.

She's flushed cheeks glowing red, sweat damp at her temples. Her eyes meet yours, wide, glassy with lust and a flicker of fear. She's panting softly, her body trembling as it struggles to accommodate just the first couple inches.

Still, she doesn't back down.

Her fingers are still moving furiously over her clit, coaxing her muscles to relax, to open. She grinds gently in place, adjusting to the stretch, but even that seems almost too much.

"I can feel every vein," she moans, voice trembling. "You're stretching me so wide..."

You place your hands on her hips, steadying her. "You're doing so good," you murmur, voice low, reverent. "Take your time."

She nods, bites her lip hard and shifts again.

Another half inch slips in. She cries out, not from pain exactly, but from being overwhelmed. You feel the way her pussy clamps down in pulses around you, tight like a vice, fluttering with each movement. Her breath catches in her throat, then lets out in a moan that shakes her whole frame.

"Three... maybe four inches," she gasps. "That's it? I feel destroyed."

You can barely believe it either. You feel like a fucking god underneath her.

She lifts herself up just a bit then pushes back down, this time more firmly.

Her eyes widen. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan as she sinks lower, inch by inch. Her walls protest the stretch, gripping you in a tight, slippery vice. You feel every single second of it, her body struggling, yielding, accepting you.

Five inches.

Her thighs are quivering.

Her hands claw at your chest, searching for balance, for something real to hold onto.

"F-fuck," she stutters. "I'm halfway. That's halfway? Oh my god..."

You can see it in her eyes that she's scared. This isn't like anything she's ever done before. Her breathing is quick and shallow, her body teetering between pleasure and the edge of something almost too much.

But then she looks down at you, sees your face, sees how desperately you want her, how awed you are by her.

And that lights a fire in her.

"I'm going to take it," she growls, voice low, hungry, determined.

She rolls her hips again, slowly, and pushes down harder, taking more. The pressure is immense. She moans, long and raw, as six inches disappear into her.

Her stomach is visibly bulging now, a thick outline showing through her abdomen. She glances down, sees it and her breath hitches.

"Holy shit, you're... in me. I can see it. I feel like I'm being fucked from the inside out."

Seven inches.

She's fully sitting in your lap now, legs trembling, body soaked with sweat and arousal. Her pussy is stretched wide, a perfect ring hugging the impossibly thick base of your cock. You can feel her heart pounding through her walls.

She rises slightly and then takes another inch.

Eight.

She's whimpering now, her eyes glassy, moaning into your neck. "So full... so full... You're ruining me..."

You grip her hips tighter, anchoring her, letting her do it on her own terms but ready if she needs help.

She leans back, bracing herself on your thighs, lifting just enough to grind deeper again.

Nine.

Her cunt is trembling around you, soaked and raw with pleasure.

"I've never been so stretched in my life," she gasps. "I feel like I'm going to burst. But I I need it. I want it all."

She doesn't wait this time.

She drives her hips down hard, crying out as she takes ten.

She pauses there, shuddering violently, her head thrown back, hands gripping your thighs like she's hanging onto reality itself.

Every muscle in her body is working to adjust, to let you in. Her pussy clenches around you like it's fighting and begging for more at the same time.

She groans, hoarse, dazed. "Just a bit more...."

You watch in stunned awe as she slowly, painfully, begins to lower herself again.

Her whole body is vibrating now, her abdomen stretched tight over the full outline of your cock. She's so full she can't even breathe properly. She looks down at you, eyes wild, mouth trembling.

"Hold me," she whispers. "I need you to hold me..."

You wrap your arms around her, supporting her trembling frame, and then she sinks.

The base of your cock presses flush against her. Every. Last. Inch. Buried inside her.

She goes still, moaning low and deep in her throat, clutching you like she's about to fall apart.

"I can't believe it," she whimpers. "It's in. I took it. I fucking took it all."

Her body shakes in your arms, hips locked in place.

You feel her clench around you tight, pulsing, almost spasming. Her orgasm is threatening before you've even moved.

And she whispers, voice broken and blissed-out:

"You're mine now"

Ren trembles in your lap, her whole body shivering from the impossible effort of taking all of your cock. You hold her close, arms wrapped around her, steadying her while her breath comes in short, shocked gasps against your neck.

She doesn't move at first.

She can't.

Her pussy is wrapped around you like a vice, stretched to the absolute limit, pulsing wildly, her body trying to make sense of the fullness inside her.

"I can feel it in my stomach," she whimpers. "Oh my god, I'm impaled."

She leans back, slowly, supporting herself with one shaking hand on your chest. The other drifts to her belly and she freezes.

You look too.

There, under the soft swell of her abdomen, is the bulge.

A thick, unmistakable outline, snaking from just above her mound up toward her navel of your cock, buried so deep inside her, it's visibly pushing her from the inside.

Her hand flattens over it. She gasps again, louder this time.

"Holy fuck," she breathes. "It's right there. I can feel it with my hand. I'm so full I can barely think."

Her eyes roll back slightly as her fingers trace the shape of you, rubbing gently over the bulge. Her hips give the smallest twitch and you both moan as the pressure shifts inside her.

It's too much.

And not enough.

"I need to move," she pants. "I have to feel it."

Her hips lift. Just an inch. Her pussy drags against your cock with a wet, obscene sound tight, trembling, overwhelmed. She cries out.

Then she drops back down.

You groan beneath her as she sinks fully again, the bulge in her stomach pressing outward, harder now. Her body spasms, walls fluttering, clit grinding against your pelvis.

She moans loud, shameless. "Fuck. That's unreal. I can't believe how deep you are. I can feel you in my fucking soul."

She starts again. Lifting. Dropping.

Each movement is slow, agonized, her muscles straining to pull back and then slam down again. She whimpers every time she drops, her body jostling, hair clinging to her damp forehead.

Her pace picks up halting, uneven at first.

But then her eyes flutter shut, and she groans low and needy.

"I can't stop," she whispers. "You're breaking me and I love it."

Her hips begin to move faster. The wet sounds of her soaked cunt fucking down onto your cock fill the room, rhythmic and obscene. Her belly bulges with every stroke. You can see it shift when she rides you hard. You watch the outline pulse with each bounce of her hips.

Her hands are everywhere now on her clit, her breasts, her stomach tracing the monster inside her.

She stares down at the place you're joined, moaning, awestruck. "You don't fit. You shouldn't fit, but I'm making you."

The worship pours out of her between gasps.

"You're not human. You're a fucking god. You were made to ruin me."

Her rhythm becomes frantic. She's grinding now, bouncing faster, thighs slapping against yours, her moans escalating into desperate cries.

"I can't can't stop oh my god it's so much so fucking deep "

You feel her pussy clamp down hard, spasming in waves.

She's breaking.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her body jerks and tightens, locking down around your cock like a vice.

"I'm cumming oh fuck I'm cumming so fucking hard "

Her orgasm tears through her like a storm. Her entire body convulses, head thrown back, nails digging into your chest, walls milking your cock with long, desperate squeezes.

But even as she shatters, she keeps riding. Keeps grinding. Keeps worshipping.

She's crying now, broken, smiling.

"I need more. I can take it. Use me. Wreck me. I want to feel you for days"

She's still grinding on you, slow, messy, shaking, her thighs soaked, her cunt gripping your cock like it's the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Her face is wild tears at the corners of her eyes, mouth slack in a blissful, broken smile.

Her words come out in gasps, in moans, in praise whispered between desperate thrusts of her hips.

"I need more," she whimpers. "God, I need more stretch me again, ruin me more please."

You open your mouth to respond, but your breath catches in your throat.

Because it's happening again.

That heat. That throb.

That deep, rolling pulse building in your core spreading down, concentrating, surging into your cock.

Your eyes widen.

You grip her hips, tight.

"Wait," you manage to whisper. "Something's something's happening "

Ren barely hears you. She's too lost in the high of it, her hips still rolling, her body still trembling around you. And then she feels it.

She gasps sharply, going rigid.

Inside her, your cock pulses thicker, harder, swelling by the second.

Her pussy, already stretched to the edge of reason, starts to resist.

But your cock keeps growing.

"Oh fuck " she chokes out, body lurching as another inch pushes into her. "Oh my god you're... you're getting bigger!"

She clutches your shoulders, nails digging in, her entire body tensing as the new girth forces her walls wider again.

You feel it stretch her, press up against the deepest part of her, pushing past where you'd already bottomed out.

The bulge in her belly shifts, grows, pressing higher, rounder. You both watch it swell, your cock visibly taking up more and more space inside her.

"I can't, I can't take this " she moans, but her hips keep moving. She's trying. Her body wants it. Her pussy is pulsing, gushing, greedy.

Another inch.

Her stomach curves tighter, visibly distended now. Her thighs are shaking, her breath broken into high, helpless whimpers.

"You're growing inside me " she gasps. "I can feel it happening I can't believe I'm being split open"

Your cock pulses again. Another inch. You're at fourteen inches now, thicker than ever. Her walls are spasming around you, her body in shock and ecstasy all at once.

"This shouldn't be possible " she cries out. "You're... monstrous. You're going to break me."

You try to stop, to will it back down but the growth keeps going.

Fifteen.

The pressure is relentless. Her cervix is long past giving way. Her body is adapting, somehow, trying to accept you, accommodate something no human was meant to take.

Her belly is round and tight now, like she's swollen with your cock alone. She stares down at the massive bulge pressing against her skin and moans, low and raw and desperate.

"Fuck, fuck don't stop," she sobs. "I said I wanted more give it to me I want to be full of you owned by you "

Her voice is breaking, wild with arousal, no trace of fear anymore just hunger. Obsession.

She drops her hips again and screams as another inch slides inside.

Sixteen.

You feel her orgasm explode around you, walls fluttering violently, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. She clutches your shoulders like she's drowning, her mouth open in a silent cry as the orgasm wrecks her, floods her, possesses her.

She collapses forward against you, trembling, broken, worshipful.

"Y-you're not real," she whispers into your ear. "You're a god. You're not human. You were made to destroy me."

And still your cock twitches, still growing, still buried so deep inside her she looks like she's carrying your child already.

Ren's collapsed against you, panting, shaking, clinging to your chest like it's the only thing tethering her to earth.

She's full. Too full. Her belly bulges unnaturally, stretched taut over your cock like she's nine months pregnant with it. Her body is trembling, nerves fried, her pussy still clenching helplessly around your impossible girth.

And still... it's not over.

You feel it begin again.

That pulse. That electric pressure.

Deeper. Thicker. More.

"No," you whisper, horrified. "Not again "

But your cock throbs, and you feel it grow inside her.

Ren jerks upright, eyes flying wide as another inch swells into her already-overstuffed pussy.

"Oh f-fuck fuck, it's happening again," she gasps, her voice shaking, bordering on delirium.

"I'm not doing it, I can't stop it," you say through clenched teeth, gripping her hips to try and hold her still.

It doesn't matter.

She's too far gone.

Too cock-drunk.

Too ruined.

Too addicted.

She rocks her hips again, and the movement sends another inch inside her. Her head lolls back, a moan tearing from her throat as she feels herself fill even further.

Seventeen.

Her stomach curves tighter, rising up between her breasts now. You can see the shape of your cock inside her veins, ridges, the distinct flare of your head.

"I need it," she sobs. "I need more give me more don't stop make me yours fill me until I break until I burst "

She's lost in it. Her hands are roaming her body like she doesn't recognize it anymore palming her stretched-out belly, squeezing her breasts, rubbing her clit in fast, desperate circles.

You feel another inch force its way in. Eighteen.

Her pussy screams around you, her body tensing so hard it almost throws her off of you. Her moans dissolve into nonsense mewling, gasping, pleading.

"More fuck, please more deeper split me wreck me I want to be nothing but your cock sleeve just a hole for your god cock please "

You try to stop it. You will it to stop.

But you're still growing.

Nineteen.

Her belly swells further grotesquely erotic, stretched smooth and tight. You're not just in her womb now you're past it.

Her mind is unraveling right in front of you.

"B-baby I can feel you in my lungs," she sobs, straddling you like she's possessed. "You're going to split me in two and I want it *I want it *I need "

"Ren."

You grab her face. She doesn't stop.

"Ren. You have to stop."

She's crying now smiling, glassy-eyed, drunk on it. Her hips try to move again and another inch forces itself in.

Twenty.

You feel panic rise with pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back. Her moans get louder. She's begging in half-coherent gasps now:

"More, more, fill me, ruin me, m-make me your fucktoy, your breeding whore, please please never stop growing "

And you can't take it.

You grab her face again and clamp your hand over her mouth.

Her eyes fly open in surprise.

She moans into your palm, hips still twitching but her words finally go silent.

Your cock throbs violently inside her one last time like it's claiming her soul.

The silence is deafening.

She breathes through her nose, eyes fluttering, and then slowly stills in your lap trembling, sweating, completely consumed.

Her belly rises high and round like she's stuffed with a literal limb, your cock visibly pulsing inside her.

You finally stop growing.

She collapses forward into your arms mind shattered, body stretched beyond all logic and smiling

Ren slumps against you, trembling, breath shallow, utterly ruined.

Her body is limp, barely responsive except for the slow, needy clench of her pussy around your still-throbbing cock. She's not trying to move anymore. She can't. Her limbs are jelly. Her mind shattered. Her belly, grotesquely swollen with the shape of you inside.

You feel her press her face into your neck, and she lets out a small, broken sound: a whimper, a sigh, a plea.

"I can't... move," she whispers, voice hoarse. "I can't even think. Just... fuck me. Please. I want to feel it. I want to know what it's like when you take over."

She doesn't even try to lift herself. Instead, she offers herself arched against you, open, vulnerable, her whole body soft and pliant, surrendered entirely.

You shift beneath her, adjusting your grip, and the slight motion makes her gasp your cock shifting inside her like a massive weight.

"Oh god," she breathes, the sound reverent. "You're... still so deep. I can feel everything."

Her hands trail down, across the curve of her swollen belly. She touches the outline her fingers moving in slow, awed circles where your cock visibly pulses beneath her skin.

She moans low, almost a chant, almost a prayer.

"This is yours. I'm yours. Just a vessel. Just... keep me full. Keep me broken."

Her hips shift barely. A twitch. Enough to tell you she still wants it. Still needs it. Even if she can't ride you anymore, she wants you to take what's already yours.

So you do.

You hold her hips, careful but firm, and begin to move.

Just a little at first just enough to feel her stretch again.

Her breath catches. Her fingers press harder into her belly. "Oh fuck yes there there, I feel that "

You move again.

And again.

Slow, deliberate, with all the weight of your cock dragging through her, stroking every nerve-ending she has left. Every thrust makes her body twitch. Every pull makes her gasp. Her pussy is clinging to you, desperate to keep every inch inside.

She whimpers.

Whispers.

"More..."

"Please..."

"Don't ever stop..."

You keep her pressed tight against you, and her hands roam her body stroking the bulge, tracing your shape, marveling at how deeply she's claimed. It's no longer fear or surprise in her voice. It's awe. Worship.

Every sound from her lips is a broken offering of devotion.

And still, her body clings to you like it was made for this.

You keep her there folded against you, soft and trembling, body stretched around your cock like it's the only thing holding her together.

Each motion is deliberate.

Slow.

Heavy.

Deep.

You're not thrusting to chase climax. You're carving your shape into her.

She moans into your neck, breath hot and ragged. Her fingers drift again to her swollen belly, tracing the curve where you've changed her. She presses down just slightly, and the pressure makes her gasp your cock pushing deeper into places she didn't know existed.

"I feel you... everywhere," she breathes.

She shifts her hips a little offering more of herself, if there's even anything left to give. Her body has stopped resisting. Now it welcomes you. Craves you. Folds open around you like she was built for this alone.

You move again just a little deeper. Just a little slower.

And she whines.

High. Fragile. Wrecked.

Each drag of your cock through her now sends aftershocks up her spine. Her hands tremble on your stomach, her eyes flutter shut, lips parting in a silent moan as she tips her head back.

You press your hand to her belly, covering hers and you both feel it.

You. Moving. Inside.

Her lips quiver.

"You're... stretching me all over again," she whispers, voice cracked and reverent.

You nod, your other hand moving up to cradle her face, thumb brushing over her flushed cheek. "I'm still not all the way in."

Her eyes fly open dilated, dark, full of awe.

"You're not?"

"No."

She's silent for a second, lips parted in shock.

Then she smiles.

Shaky. Submissive. Soaked in heat and reverence.

"Take the rest. I want it. I want every inch."

You shift again, hips rolling. She gasps as you sink the next fraction of your cock inside slowly, slowly, letting her feel everything.

Her fingers twitch again on her belly, now pressing harder.

"Fuck I can see it " she chokes out.

You thrust again.

She jolts. Her legs shudder.

"God god, I'm going... "

You hush her gently, brushing her sweat-matted hair back from her forehead.

"You're not there yet."

"I'm close "

"I know," you murmur. "But I want you to feel everything first."

She nods barely. All she can do is surrender.

And you keep moving.

Dragging out the rhythm. Letting the tension stretch. Letting her feel it build.

Her pussy is soaked now, slick and swollen, milking your cock like it's begging you to finish but you don't. Not yet.

You make her hold it. Tease it. Worship it.

Until her body's coiling tighter and tighter every nerve straining until her voice is just a string of soft broken pleas:

"Please..."

"I can't "

"I need "

You hold her tighter. Push just a little deeper. Let her ride the edge.

You whisper it against her lips:

"Do you want to cum for me?"

She nods, barely able to speak.

But then you don't let her.

Not yet.

You move inside her again slow, deep, that same devastating rhythm. Her breath catches, hips jerking slightly as her pussy clenches around you, trying to force the orgasm out. You feel it tightening right at the edge.

And then it hits her.

The first one.

It rolls through her body like a shiver, small, soft, uncontrollable. Her back arches. Her lips part in a shaky gasp.

You don't stop.

You keep going exactly the same pace, just enough to keep her there.

A second orgasm climbs before she can recover.

This one bites harder her thighs trembling now, her voice cracking as she exhales a desperate, "Oh f fuck "

She tries to breathe, tries to ground herself but it's too late. Her body's already coiling again.

A third orgasm rolls over her like thunder, crashing on the heels of the last. Her hands claw weakly at your chest. Her voice dissolves into sobs, overwhelmed and barely coherent:

"Too much oh god it's too much "

You wrap your arms around her, supporting her, holding her steady.

"No, sweetheart," you murmur, voice low and warm. "Not yet. You've got more."

Her whole body shudders violently at your words. And still you keep moving.

Her pussy squeezes and pulses with each wave, slick soaking both of you. Her belly still swollen, still impossibly stretched around your cock, still moving as you inch deeper into her core.

Her head falls forward onto your shoulder, sobbing softly now every moan mixed with laughter and disbelief.

You kiss the side of her head. Her temple. Her ear.

"You're doing so well. So fucking perfect."

Another tremor runs through her.

Another orgasm bursts out of her like a firecracker, this one no longer controlled at all. Her body seizes around you, thighs locking tight. Her pussy clamps down hard, milking you as if trying to drag your cum out by force.

And yet you still haven't finished.

Neither has she.

She shakes her head, wild-eyed, lips quivering. "I can't I can't I'm gonna die "

But you feel her hips rock again.

Wanting more.

And so you give it to her.

Not faster. Not harder.

Just more.

More depth. More control.

More praise.

You murmur to her low, worshipful, possessive.

"You're mine."

"You were made for this."

"Cum again for me."

And she does.

Again.

And again.

Small bursts, quick and sharp until her thighs are soaked, your stomach shining with her slick, her whole body vibrating.

She's in pieces now. Not just fucked. Changed.

Each wave leaves her softer, more open, more pliant until the last one builds, and you feel it before she does.

Her pussy tightens, twitches.

Her body stills, suspended.

And then

It hits.

A climax that tears through her like lightning arching her off you, her mouth open in a silent scream, her belly contracting around your cock in tight, rhythmic spasms as she completely, finally breaks.

It goes on forever.

She shakes, clutches, cries, laughs one long, endless collapse.

When it's done, she falls into you breathless, glassy-eyed, body twitching with aftershocks, your cock still buried inside her like an anchor.

"Holy... fuck," she whispers.

You hold her close.

You're not done yet.

But you let her melt for a moment wrecked and absolutely yours

She's still wrapped around you limp, soaked, trembling every inch of her body molded to your shape.

You can feel her fluttering around you, still sensitive, still soaked, still gripping your cock like it refuses to let go.

Your balls are heavy.

Your whole body thrums tight, right at the edge.

You shift your grip on her hips, pull her down just a little further. And she gasps, her hands flying to her belly again.

You bury your face in her neck.

"I'm gonna cum."

Her whole body tenses in anticipation.

She nods. Weak. Submissive. Willing.

"Do it," she whispers. "Cum inside me. Fill me."

That's all it takes.

You break.

It starts like a wave in your spine, coiling at your base then exploding forward.

You pulse inside her.

Once.

Twice.

Then the flood begins.

Thick, hot release pours from you in heavy surges, filling her to the brim instantly and still coming. She lets out a long, stuttering moan as her body swells around it, her belly pushing out, visibly growing with every spurt.

"Oh my god " she gasps. "I can feel it I'm filling up it's too much "

But then she freezes.

Eyes wide.

Mouth open in shock.

You see it happen.

Her skin flushes and glows, almost. Her back arches. Her thighs twitch.

And then her hips widen.

Not just a shift, a transformation.

Muscle blooms beneath her skin, soft curves becoming fuller, firmer, more lush. Her breasts swell between you, nipples hardening as they press into your chest, skin taut and flushed with arousal. Her waist narrows, even as her ass thickens, thighs stretching wider to straddle your massive cock more easily.

Her pussy tightens then loosens then tightens again, reshaping itself to fit you more perfectly with every beat of your cum inside her.

"What's happening " she whimpers, but she's not afraid.

She's moaning.

"I feel so full so hot fuck, you're changing me "

You hold her tighter, watching the awe ripple across her face as she feels her new body respond every inch of her now molded for one thing: you.

Her belly bulges with your load, smooth and round, her hands shaking as she explores the new softness. Her breath is shallow, eyes wild, mind teetering on the edge of another climax.

"You're perfect," you whisper.

She whimpers again.

And then another pulse. Another spurt of cum. Another inch.

And she moans.

Loud.

Unashamed.

"Keep going," she begs. "Change me more. I want to be yours completely."

You don't stop.

Your cock twitches again, unloading more her body stretching to accommodate it, her moans turning into sobs of pleasure as the transformation finishes:

Her body is now built to ride you.

To hold you.

To take everything.

Even your next climax.

Which is still building.

You're still buried in her your body shaking, hers wrapped around you like velvet fire. The bed creaks under the weight of you both. Your cock pulses once more, and she moans as another slow swell of warmth spills into her.

And that's when you feel it.

A tightness. A pull.

Not just in your cock but through your whole body.

Your muscles tense and stretch.

Your limbs feel heavier, stronger.

Your breath deepens.

Ren notices it too. She looks up at you, blinking slowly, still dazed and panting.

"You're growing too," she whispers, voice full of awe.

Your shoulders broaden beneath her fingers. Your chest rises, thicker now, more solid. Your arms swell slightly as they wrap around her waist. She stares, hypnotized, watching as your height creeps upward inch by inch until you're towering even seated.

Your cock, still inside her, starts to stretch again.

She gasps and clutches at your sides.

"Oh my god... you're getting bigger inside me."

You both feel it her reshaped pussy adjusting, stretching again as you expand. Inch by inch, her body shudders with each thickening pulse.

Your cock grows to 12 inches to 13.

Then 13.5.

Then 14.

Girth swelling to 10 inches thick, each added inch making her whimper not from pain, but from pleasure so intense it's changing her again.

Her hips widen further to accommodate you.

Her inner walls ripple, reshaping to cradle the new size.

You run your hands down her back, gripping her ass as it rounds and lifts, plush and powerful now. She's taller too her legs straddling you more easily, thighs thick and strong as her height catches up to match yours.

She throws her head back, overwhelmed, moaning as the transformation continues.

"I feel huge," she gasps. "You're making me god perfect for you."

And she is. Her body now a perfect counterpoint to yours.

Her breasts have swelled again firm, full, and sensitive, pressing into your chest with every panting breath. Her abs ripple beneath flushed, tight skin. Her core feels custom-fit to your cock tight enough to squeeze, loose enough to let you in deeper still.

Your own growth stabilizes now.

15 inches long.

11 inches girth.

Your body towering at nearly 7' tall, carved from heat and tension and raw want.

She clings to you.

She's nearly your match 6'4" now, strong but curving, soft in all the places you need her to be, her body reshaped into something supernatural, stunning, yours.

Still impaled on your cock, her swollen belly rising and falling with each breath, she kisses you desperately, like she needs it to keep herself grounded.

"I can take it," she pants. "No matter how big you get just don't stop."

She's trembling in your arms, her swollen, newly perfected form still pulsing with aftershocks. But her breath steadies. Her eyes find yours wide, bright, full of something between disbelief and hunger.

And then, slowly, she lifts herself.

Your cock slides out of her with a wet, aching sound, the sheer size of it dragging a shiver from both of you. She exhales shakily, her legs wobbling as she moves back, still straddling your thighs, her hands pressed to your chest to steady herself.

And then she looks down.

At you.

Her lips part as she takes in the full length of your cock now unburied massive, veined, flushed deep red and glistening with her slick. It stands like something sculpted, thick as her forearm and stretching nearly from navel to sternum.

"Holy... fuck," she whispers. Her hand drifts down instinctively.

She starts at your chest those broad, powerful slabs of muscle that weren't there before, now rising with every breath. She presses both palms to you, trailing slowly down the curve of your pecs, across your tight abs, marveling at the ridged strength beneath her fingers.

"You weren't like this before," she says softly, eyes flicking up to yours. "You were strong, yeah, but this... this is something else."

You don't speak, you just watch her, breathing slow and deep as she worships you with her hands.

She kneels lower now between your thighs, her eyes locked on your cock. Her fingers wrap around the shaft near the base, and she gasps at the thickness. Her hand doesn't even come close to closing around it.

"Fifteen inches," she murmurs, her voice full of awe. "How does this even fit? How did I take this?"

She wraps both hands around it, one stacked over the other, and still you extend past them. The weight alone makes it rest heavily against your belly, thick veins throbbing with your pulse.

She strokes up slowly.

You twitch under her touch, a low groan escaping your lips.

Then she leans forward, her breasts swaying as they brush against your thighs. She presses a kiss to the head of your cock soft and reverent. Then another. And another. Her lips tracing a path along the curve, tongue flicking gently over the slit.

Your hips jerk involuntarily.

She giggles, emboldened.

"I've never seen anything like this," she whispers. "It's not just big it's perfect. Heavy, thick, fuckable... I could ride you until I forget my own name."

Her hands explore further now down to your thighs, which are thick with strength. She caresses the definition there, her eyes greedy as she drinks you in.

But then she stops.

Her breath catches again as her hands slide back to her own hips, her belly, her breasts.

You realize she's noticing her own growth for the first time.

She glances down at herself the way her thighs have filled out, the way her ass has become firm and round, her waist pinched in, her breasts full and sensitive and perfectly shaped for your hands. Her fingers trace over the soft swell of her belly still bloated with your cum.

"I feel incredible," she breathes. "Like my body's been rebuilt just to please you."

She cups her breasts, lifting them, squeezing gently watching you watch her.

"I want to make you feel what you made me feel."

She shifts forward again, pressing her body up along yours, her mouth ghosting kisses along your collarbone, your throat. Her breasts flatten against your chest, her thighs wrapping loosely around your hips, your cock pressed between you throbbing, slick, ready.

"Let me worship this," she murmurs. "Let me make you lose control"

She's still straddling you, her hands gently roaming your chest, your thighs, your still-throbbing cock resting against your abdomen like a monument to the impossible.

Then she pauses.

Her brow furrows slightly.

She looks back down at you not just with hunger this time, but with curiosity.

"You grew," she says slowly, her fingers tracing along one thick vein of your shaft. "You kept growing... after I asked for more."

Her eyes flick up to yours, lips parted.

"And I didn't just grow because of the sex," she continues. "It was when you came inside me. That's when everything really changed."

You see the realization start to take hold a thrill, a glint of mischievous power flashing in her gaze.

She sits up straighter, her tall, transformed frame commanding, confident, goddess-like now. Her breasts bounce softly with the motion, full and perfect, glistening with sweat. Her thighs spread a little wider on either side of you, and your cock twitches visibly between you.

"You're tied to me," she breathes. "You respond to what I want... and I evolve when you give in to me."

She leans down, slowly, lips ghosting your ear.

"I own your growth," she whispers, a smile playing on her lips. "And if I want more... you'll give it to me. Won't you?"

Your body answers before your mouth can.

Another twitch. Another thickening pulse down your shaft.

She grins.

"Ohhh, fuck yes," she purrs. "You like that."

She rolls her hips forward slightly, dragging her slick folds over your length not taking you in again yet, but lining you up, teasing you, your tip dragging against her entrance with a needy heat.

She presses one hand to her still-rounded belly.

"And if I want to get even bigger... I just have to take more of your cum, don't I?"

Your groan answers her.

Her other hand closes around your shaft again, slow and deliberate, and your whole body tightens.

"Maybe I want hips so wide you can barely wrap your hands around them," she murmurs. "Tits so full they bounce when I breathe. A pussy so perfectly stretched around your cock it fits you like a sheath."

You throb in her grip harder than before.

She giggles softly, victorious.

Then her lips brush yours.

"Let's test the theory," she whispers, voice velvet and promise.

And with that, she begins to lower herself again, her body already pulsing with anticipation, with hunger.

"Let's see just how much we can change each other."

She doesn't rush.

She savors every second of lowering herself onto you.

Your head presses against her slick, swollen entrance, still pulsing from the last round but she's changed now. Bigger. Hungrier. Made to take you. And as she slowly sinks down, inch by agonizing inch, her eyes flutter and her mouth parts in a gasp.

"God, I can feel it reshaping me already..."

You groan, the pressure exquisite. Her tight walls grip you like silk and fire, and you're only halfway in before she pauses, panting.

"This is unreal. You're even bigger than before. And I'm "

She places your hands on her hips. "I'm built for this now."

Then she starts to move.

Every grind of her hips forces more of your cock inside.

Every inch she takes makes her body respond, hips flaring wider, her thighs tightening and trembling as if feeding off your size, your heat, your pulse.

And with every thrust, she commands more from you.

"I want more thickness," she moans, riding you harder now, skin slapping, your cock throbbing like a second heartbeat. "Wider than anything human. Fill me completely."

Your girth swells within her 11 inches... 11.5... 12 stretching her past pleasure into something euphoric. Her eyes roll back for a second as her stomach swells outward, the full imprint of your shaft visible through her abdomen.

She presses both hands to the outline.

"Oh my god... it's inside me like a goddamn tree trunk."

Her pace doesn't slow, it intensifies.

She leans forward, hair falling over her face in damp, fiery strands, her breasts bouncing in time with her rhythm. You grab her hips, anchoring her, and she doesn't stop her thighs slapping against yours, grinding deeper, harder.

"You're going to cum," she whispers, breath hot against your neck. "And when you do, I'm going to drink every drop."

The pressure is unbearable now, not just sexual, but transformative. You feel it in your bones, your skin, your blood, some kind of ancient alchemy triggered by your connection, your surrender.

Then

"Give it to me."

You explode.

Your body jerks under her, releasing pumping up through you like a tidal wave. Your cock pulses deep inside her, jet after jet of cum flooding her. She gasps, eyes wide, hands gripping your chest as her body reacts instantly.

Her belly expands first, rounded and taut. Then her hips surge wider, her waist tightening between them. Her thighs thicken, calves sculpting themselves as she shudders on top of you.

And then her whole frame begins to grow.

Six-foot-four becomes six-six. Then six-eight. Her legs stretch longer around you, her ass swells against your thighs. Her breasts balloon in size, still firm, heavy with sensitivity, and her muscles flex with newfound strength not bulky, but graceful and lethal.

She gasps, riding out every wave, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she absorbs all your size, your power, your submission to her desire.

When it's over, you're both panting, drenched, trembling.

She looks down at you taller, more divine, flushed with victory and satisfaction.

"Now that's more like it," she murmurs, rolling her hips again, just to feel your still-hard cock stretch her one more time.

"We're not done, you know," she says, voice velvet-dark.

"You're going to give me more. And I'm going to see just how far you'll grow to please me"

Ren's eyes glitter with fierce determination as she presses down harder, her movements demanding more no gentle steps now, only bold, massive leaps.

She leans forward, her voice low and commanding, "I want it bigger. No more small increases. Give me everything."

With every powerful thrust, your body responds growing thicker, longer, pulsing with raw energy. Your cock swells rapidly, inch after inch stretching beyond anything you've ever imagined. The heat radiates through both of you, igniting something primal.

Ren's body shifts instantly to match her hips widen dramatically, thighs becoming sculpted pillars of strength and sensuality. Her breasts grow fuller, heavy with delicious weight, and her waist narrows just enough to accentuate the curve. She rides you harder, riding this new power as your bodies push beyond limits.

"You're mine," she murmurs between breaths, eyes locked on yours. "And we're breaking every boundary tonight."

The room fills with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, breath hitching, and the electric charge of unstoppable desire. Each surge makes you bigger, stronger, more untamed; each movement sculpts her into a goddess who commands and conquers.

Together, you ascend higher, bodies entwined in this intoxicating dance of power and surrender. The night is far from over.