NoisebridgeChinaTrip7

It was lucky for Felicity that I had grown so long, because there was so much more of her to get in the way, now. Once the pill took hold and sex-fueled rage filled my body, fueling my dick to stretch and fill and strengthen, my balls to begin to rumble with oncoming eruption, she was able to kneel at the foot of the bed, pull my cock to her lips, run her inhumanly long tongue around my football-sized cockhead, and lightly suck. It was there, nestled between her tits, her hands trying and failing to cover very much of my naked, throbbing flesh, that I realized this was going to be different. I still had so much left in me from the night before, willing to come out.

Had she known? Had she done this before? Or was I the first one to goad her into giving me a pill and then refusing to treat herself?

Any questions were pushed from my mind as I went over the edge, barreling down toward orgasm like an out of control train. I had three feet of quaking, aching cock, ready to blow; two barrels of sperm ready to overflow.

And then they did. A burning, hotter than an oven, hotter than a sun, flooded into my crotch, and I could feel it touching my nuts, filling them, stretching them. "The other pill," I thought, fragmented, screaming in my mind, as my legs were pushed further apart, as I filled up any empty space between me and Felicity's rotund, perfect belly. The limited space squeezed them, pressured them, and I nearly burst before I felt the volcano blow. Hot magma filled me, flowing through my veins and reaching my cock and travelling up it. I was going to come, I was going to COMEó

And then I was pushing, stretching, smashing into Felicity's face as I grew longer, thicker, harder, my cock ready to give and give some more, getting back for its denied orgasm only a few hours before. Felicity's eyes popped open and then rolled into the back of her head as she leaned back, straining her spine to keep her suction on my cock.

Finally, I came.

The force of the first spurt shook my captor, nearly knocking her head back, and I saw some jizz leak out of her nose, felt splatters that sprayed from the corners of her lips, but then she was on me, grabbing my dick, hugging it, as she sucked and swallowed. She must have opened her throat, I can't really say, but no more than a few loose globules missed their mark and dribbled onto the naked plateau of her leaking tits. Her eyes had at last closed, hiding the freaky possessed look in them, but I didn't miss the way her lower body was writhing on the bed, her fecund belly pushing my monstrous balls back and forth as we fought for space on the sheets.

It was the mightiest blow I had ever let loose, and I fought unconsciousness from sheer blissful agony the entire time. I could feel it approaching, like a light, a coming break in the storm: my chance to get out.

My hands were still free, and with them I pumped my trunk-like cock, pushing the last vestiges of my mighty orgasm up the length of it to Felicity's waiting mouth. When it was done, I sighed, and she did little more than detach her lips and lay her head, blissfully, against the side of my cockhead. It was softening, but still huge, like a small pillow.

With my newfound freedom I reached up and stroked one huge nipple. It would have been nice to enjoy them a little myself, I thought.

After a wait Felicity's eyes cracked open and she looked slyly down at her handiwork. "There," she said, eying my huge nutsack. "Now who won't be moving?"

She had a point. In a single pill I had gone from "impossible to believe but still functional" to "probably will be a museum piece". If I could stand (and the thought was so close, wasn't it, with my hands free?) my balls would undoubtedly rest on the ground, assuming I could bow my legs a bit to give them room.

Seeing the gears turning in my head, Felicity pushed herself off of the bed and back onto her feet. Then, to my surprise, she gave a very cute little yawn. "I need another foot rub," she said, making her ponderous way back to the chair. Her unrestrained breasts were lolling to the sides of her tits, nipples nearly pointing downward from the weight. "And... and a quick... nap." She collapsed into the chair, the springs straining from the weight of a woman who had probably tripled in mass in less than a week. "So... full..."

She was sleeping when the changes began.

I was watching carefully, measuring her breaths, and so at first I thought she was merely waking up, taking that deep breath people do after a good nap. But no, this was no deep breath: no deep breath continues to rise, and rise, even when I can hear an exhale. It was fast, so fast, the backsplash of pills catching up to her and then some, the entirety of one of my pool-filling orgasms having its way with her like she had with me.

Felicity gave a soft moan as her legs fell apart, making way for her belly as it stretch out, filling the space between the chair cushion and the ground. It needed more room to grow, needed to be bigger. I was egging her on, both for my plan to succeed and that other part, the part that loved all of this. I wanted her bigger.

The curve of her belly was rising in front of Felicity, now, sending the mass of her filling breasts to wash back towards her. I wouldn't have been able to see her if I were laying in front, as her stomach was touching the floor and only gaining in size, stretching out on the carpet as her filling tits continued to amass flesh. No more sexy dresses for her, I thought. No more going to restaurants on another guy's dime. I looked to the doorframe and realized that there was no way in hell she was leaving this room without serious construction.

The sides of her stomach were now pushing against the bedframe, and that was probably what woke her up.

"Oh, god," she breathed, and I saw a hand reach up to push her gorgeous red hair from her impossibly beautiful face. Then she realized she was still growing. "OH GOD. Stop, stop, stop!" Perfectly manicured hands reached out for tit flesh, holding it in, trying to squeeze them together, I think, in some desperate attempt to stop the growth. But there was no stopping it; her belly was over her head and pushing the chair back, her belly button almost the same length away from her hands as my toes were from my teeth.

"It'll stop when it's perfect," I said. "When you're just how I want you."

"Nnf, gaaaaaawd," she moaned, and I realized that the sensitivity was paying off: the friction from the carpet and the pressure of her milk and the touch of her breasts, all of it must have been sending her into overdrive. Deep down, where her belly met the rest of her body, her hips were trying to thrust. They couldn't get enough traction and force to lift her, though. She was trapped.

Time to try to get the hell out.

"Where's the key?" I asked.

"What?" she said, almost coming to her senses. I think it was slowing down, by then: my perfectly immobile succubus. And just in time: her voice was muffled by her impossibly large breasts, both of them squashing into her cheeks so she had to talk up through her cleavage.

"The key! To my handcuffs."

That shook her. "Oh, no. You're... you're staying here. With me." I couldn't see anything of her face anymore but an ear and some freckles, but her left hand waved at me around one huge, wobbling tit. "I... I need more. I NEED MORE."

Holy shit, she was broken. My chance was here. "The pills. They're on your dresser. I can't get to them."

"Fuck," she said. "Itís on me, then. You never do anything around here, Jonny," she said, the old smirk back in her voice. Her hands grasped the arms of the chair, and, to her credit, she managed to heave herself up a little bitóbut the size of her tits probably tripled her weight alone, let alone the pressure her belly was putting on the rest of her. "Nf, fine," she collapsed back into the chair like a child. "If you can walk, get them."

"The keys, Felicity," I reminded her. One eye peeked out around a breast, and I realized that the areola alone was wider than her head, her leaking, perfect nipple almost too big to fit between her lips. My mouth watered, despite itself.

"They're right there, doofus," she said, pointing at the bedside table.

Fuck. How long had they been there? How long could I have escaped for?

And would I have wanted to, before seeing Felicity like this?

With some painful stretching I got my feet unlocked, then pushed myself, heaving, to the edge of the mattress. My dick was completely soft, but that didn't stop it from stretching from my groin to the edge of the bed then down to the carpet where its head lolled around. I was long. Way too long. And my balls... from where I was sitting my overtaxed scrotum followed my dick, where it rested on the ground and pinned my feet, so big that my balls were still were taller than the bedframe.

But the tender skin of my nutsack was also hardy, having gained a lot of elasticity and strength in its growth, and I was able to grasp it in two fistfuls, pull it up, and waddle to the dresser, my dick flopping and dragging on the ground. As I walked around Felicity's gorgeous, overfull stomach, I felt something twinge in my crotch. Something that wanted what I saw in the little orange bottle.

Could she get bigger? Would she? Did I want her to? I imagined her swelling even more, stretching, filling the room, her breasts resting on the ground, eternally leaking, a perfect, fertile goddess...

And me beside her, a cock as big as a schoolbus towering alongside, leaking, feeding her from the tanker-sized testicles that rested behind me.

A stupid image.

My cell was on the dresser next to the pills. "21 missed texts, 5 missed calls, all from work," I sighed.

"Stay here," Felicity pleaded. "The pills... more..."

It was a tempting offer. I could. There was food in the kitchen. I could reverse this entire situation, with my little slave. Show her what being trapped was like.

"I want you so bad," she breathed.

"Fuck you," I said, as I dialed the police.