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“Welcome to Generic Electronics Store, let me know if you need help finding anything!”

The greeter at the entrance to the large business smiled and waved at the potential customer who just walked through the automatic glass doors, his eyes wide as he stared at her face - or at least he did his best to stare at her face. His eye twitched as she strutted past him, every ounce of self-control he possessed focused into not looking down. She returned his greeting with a curt nod and smile of her own, though it was much more sultry than the one he’d given her. A gust of wind from one of the large industrial fans positioned at the front of the store sent her flowy, black skirt rippling up her tanned, toned legs. Turning as she passed – something he’d been taught to do when taking this job – the employee couldn’t help but take a quick glance down at her ass, his pants noticeably tightening around his groin as he watched her jiggling backside leave his line of sight.

“Jesus Christ what I wouldn’t do for a night with h–” he suddenly coughed and spun around as he heard the doors behind him open again, “H-Hi, welcome to Generic…”

Adjusting the designer-brand purse on her shoulder, the woman made her way to the section of the store that sold camera equipment and the like, her movements graceful but purposeful. Standing in the middle of rows of devices and cables, she tucked a strand of long, silky dark brown hair behind on of her ears with a svelte, glossy red-painted nail, her deep green eyes – the same shade as the most expensive, famous emeralds of the world – narrowed as she read through the labels in front of her. Clicking her tongue, a sigh escaped her plush, plump scarlet-shaded lips as she reached into her purse and dug out her phone, the cracked screen lighting up as she held it up to her face. 

Her verdant orbs scanned the contents of her phone over and over again, looking through the list she’d typed out earlier that morning. Giving the device a dissatisfied glare, her sharp nose wrinkling at its unhelpfulness, she slipped her phone between her huge, bronzed breasts for ease of access later, the firm, rounded globes cradling it perfectly. Bending over, she grabbed a couple of the plastic-encased sets of cables, her equally as high-sitting, solid ass cheeks brushing into the display behind her, her skirt hugging the fat mounds tightly. Looking back and forth between the items in her soft hands, she jiggled her foot impatiently, the long heel of her black pumps tapping into the carpeted floor in a series of muted thuds . 

“Hello there Miss, did you need help finding anything today?” 

A cheery voice rang out next to the woman, and she turned to look at who was addressing her: it was a worker, as was to be expected. The woman, who looked even younger than herself, peered back at her with large blue eyes, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, a row of white teeth bared in a warm smile. She wore a blue Polo-style top which clung to her modest breasts nicely, and in her small, pale hands she held a tablet and a stylus; a nametag reading ‘Rachel’ was stuck above her chest. Black slacks and running shoes completed her ensemble, and she continued to stare expectantly, the smile never leaving her face. 

“Hi there… ‘Rachel’ nice to meet you. You can call me Rosa, and I do need some help today, actually.”

“Perfect! And it's nice to meet you too Rosa. So what can we help you with today here at Generic Electronics Store?”

“Well, I’m looking for a cable that will connect my webcam to my laptop, but I need one that can do a few different things. It needs to be long, durable and, hmmm… waterproof .”

Rosa licked her lips, her long tongue gliding over her inflated cock-pillows.

“Waterproof…?” Rachel thought for a moment, and quickly tapped a few things into her tablet, “Okay! Do you know what kind of hookup your webcam has? USB or Micro?”

“I think USB, but if you show me I can tell you for sure.”

“No problem, give me just a minute to find it here…”

The employee turned around and bent over much like Rosa had before and began to shift through the shelf next to her. Rosa took this momentary pause in conversation to ogle the girl’s backside, admiring the way her ass stretched the fabric of her pants; while it wasn’t as firm or enticing as her own , which was maintained through hours at the gym and other kinds of exercises, it was still large and very grabbable. The voluptuous woman could feel a stirring beneath her skirt, the thin article billowing out a bit at her groin. Adjusting her stance, Rosa refocused on the task at hand, ignoring her more base urgings - those would need to wait for later!

“Ah here we go!” Rachel bounced back up and held out the package of cables to Rosa, “This should be just what you’re looking for.”

Rosa took the item from her hand and quickly scanned the back of it, also taking a second to see if it had the right connection she needed.

“It is one of the more expensive brands we carry, so I can look for something else if you need me too!”

Rosa waved one of her tanned hands dismissively.

“No, this looks perfect. The price isn’t an issue either.”

“Awesome, can I help you with anything else today?”

“No, just ring me up and I’ll be on my way.”

“Right this way.” Rachel motioned with her head, “I love your top by the way, it's so cute!”

Looking down at her own chest, Rosa knew exactly what the young woman actually meant. Sure, the blood-colored blouse she had on was nice, half the buttons undone to display a valley of deep cleavage, but ‘cute’ isn’t the way anyone would describe it - sexy was what it was. Rosa had thought she caught the employee checking her out as they spoke, gawking at her wide hips and long legs, but now it was all but confirmed! As they reached the counter and register, Rosa made sure to lean over it, mashing her huge tits against the cold surface, her wine red areolas inches away from slipping out of her bra. Rachel was definitely staring at them instead of the item she was mindlessly scanning and entering into the computer. 

“Oh thank you hon’,” Rosa purred, standing back up straight and placing her purse on the counter, “I’m sure it would look great on you.”

“O-On me?” Now Rachel was blushing profusely, “I don’t think I could, erm, fill it out well enough though.”

“Nonsense, you have the curves for it for sure!”

Rachel smiled and looked away, forgetting what she was doing with this incredible seductress in the first place. 

“So how much do I owe you?”

“Oh! Sorry, it's uh…”

After being told the price, Rosa pulled out a fat wad of cash from her purse and shuffled through the bills quickly, her manicured nails plucking out several of them with practiced ease. Rachel’s eyes opened wider at the amount of money she handled like it was nothing, and quickly grabbed the payment and stuffed it into the register. After handing the change back to her gorgeous customer, Rachel put her cables into a plastic bag and slid it back across the counter; as she did, the realization of what this woman did for a living struck her like a ton of bricks. Her hands shook as Rosa’s fingers grazed across them to take her purchase - it was such a sensual touch for one so brief, and it caused Rachel to almost forget the rest of her spiel.

“Oh! Uh, we also offer free installation and support, if you’re interested.”

Rosa gave the employee a quick once over.

“Would you be the one to help me out?”

“I-I can be,” Rachel’s visage was scarlet down to her neck, “would, you um, like my card.”

“Absolutely.”

Rachel quickly pulled out a business card and jotted some information down on it before slipping it into the bag.

“Thank you for shopping with us! We hope to see you again soon.”

“Oh I’ll definitely be seeing you soon.”

Rosa gave the young woman a last wink before leaving, her ass bouncing, each cheek undulating up and down independent from each other, her hips shaking as she strode out of the store. Rachel – and everyone else in the vicinity – watched her go, eyes bulging and jaws hanging open, her naturally sexual aura capturing any attention thrown her way; even the security guard sitting in a different room and keeping an eye on the security cameras stared, leaning forward in his seat and ignoring everything else going on in the store. The greeter from before bade her farewell as she exited the building, a sliver of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.

It was just another, regular day for Rosa. 

…

Driving across the city in her flashy sports car, the top down to let the wind blow her smooth, dark locks back, Rosa swerved through the traffic, pop music blasting from her radio. Her eyes flashed to the dashboard, checking the time and route she was taking to her destination, noting happily that she would be arriving early. A buzzing vibrated her breasts, her phone still trapped between the massive mounds, and she took a hand off the steering wheel to reach into her consuming cleavage and retrieve it. Glancing down at it, she smiled at the text message sent to her: someone was very excited to see her today! There was a throb of something hot and meaty against her inner thigh, an indication that she was feeling the same.

“Soon baby, soon,” she reached down and patted her lap, smoothing out her skirt, “won’t be much longer now.”

Rosa had been a bit on edge all day and had been looking to this rendezvous since she first woke up. While her libido was always high, today it felt like it was going into overdrive, and she had to take care of herself several times before she even left her house - and luckily had had the foresight to do it in the shower, saving herself from hours of clean up. That little blonde, flirtatious minx at the store didn’t help her problem either. Hell, if the place had been emptier she might have even tried to seduce her right then and there! There was more movement from under her skirt, and Rosa cursed herself for getting worked up again; she’d be able to let loose soon!

Luckily, time seemed to speed by as quickly as she was driving and once she pulled up to the house she was looking for, Rosa found herself right in the middle of suburbia. Picturesque homes surrounded her, well-kempt lawns and white picket fences and all. Minivans and unnecessarily large pick-up trucks littered driveways, the sounds of kids playing and dogs barking the soundtrack that set the scene of normalcy. Rosa always felt a bit out of place in areas like this, more used to the hustle and bustle of the city, a stranger in a strange land; it didn’t help that the wives that lived here that didn’t know her always gave her dirty looks, glaring at her like they were seconds away from pulling out their phones and calling the cops. 

But none of that had ever stopped her!

Grinning deviously, Rosa grabbed the duffel bag resting on the passenger’s seat and placed it on her lap. Undoing the zipper, she rummaged through its content, mentally checking off everything she’d brought with her, crossing out items on her memorized list; as she did, she reached into her purse and set the newly-purchased cables in with her other items, her old set barely functional from all the abuse they’d been put through. After she was done, she took a minute to check her makeup – touching up the purple shading around her eyes, reapplying her bright, red-hued lipstick, and adding some extra blush to her high cheekbones – and fuss with her hair, straightening the long strands with her fingers. Popping another button on her blouse so that her lacey black bra peered over the edges, she shouldered her bag and purse and exited her vehicle. 

The Sun was still bright in the sky even as it began to dip behind a line of houses, the light casting a glow across her tanned skin. Waltzing up to the front door, Rosa checked her phone once more, making sure there weren’t any last minute cancellations - those were the worst ! As luck would have it, she was still readily invited into the abode she was walking towards, the texts covering her phone screen dripping with need. Stepping up to the front door, Rosa raised a fist and knocked her knuckles across the wooden barrier, her raps firm but strong; her ears immediately perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps and a squeal of excitement coming from inside the home. 

The door flew open, a woman several years older than her breathing heavily at the threshold. 

“Rosa?” She questioned, taking in the woman standing at her door, “H-Hi.”

The person standing at the entrance stared at her through soft, brown eyes, her rounded cheeks flush with excitement, the rhetorical question and greeting coming from a pair of regularly sized pink lips, not overly plump like Rosa’s own but not thin either. Long, straight, dirty blonde hair sat in a messy bun on top of her head, several strands poking out wildly. She was dressed simply, a plain blue shirt with frilled sleeves covering her torso, a pair of large breasts creasing the front of the fabric; tight jeans wrapped around her thin legs, showing off a set of motherly hips, her feet bare and as neutrally-toned as the rest of her. 

Rosa did her best to disguise the hunger in her eyes.

“I’m guessing you’re Miranda then,” Rosa extended a hand, shaking her clients softly, the woman’s wedding ring pressing against her finger, “nice to meet you.”

“L-Likewise.” 

Rosa watched her expectantly, the wife’s eyes still roaming over her body but mostly fixated on her skirt-clad crotch.

“Oh! P-Please, come in!”

“Thank you.”

Stepping inside of the home, Miranda moved out of the way and closed the door behind her. Rosa automatically eyed the decor: it was basically what she had come to expect from places like this. Clean, generic art and pictures covering the walls, a few more-expensive looking pieces sitting on stands and shelves - basically nothing to write home about, but warm and welcoming nonetheless. Turning towards the woman – who looked uncomfortable and unsure of herself – Rosa knew right away that she was going to have to take the lead in this little rendezvous, which was also nothing new to her. She smiled as she addressed Miranda.

“Where do you want to do this hon’? The bedroom?”

A quick look of shock flashed across her features as the suggestion, but she quickly nodded in agreement.

“Alright, then show me the way!”

“Um, right. You can, uh, follow me.”

Rosa did just that, walking behind the nervous woman, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. She was going to have a lot of fun with this client! Her eyes glazed over as she moved robotically, imagining everything in store for the night - it was more than the married girl would be able to handle, that was for sure! But that was half the reason she did this, the other half much more obvious. They made their way up a beige-carpeted stairway to the second floor, Miranda silent the whole time, Rosa trying to keep her mirth to herself. The homeowner quickly let her voluptuous guest into the master bedroom, who made a beeline for the large, king-sized bed, dropping her duffel bag and purse onto it, groaning with relief as her burdens were released. 

“Nice bed,” Rosa complimented earnestly, checking out the four-posted style of the frame and the ornately-laid headboard, “can’t wait to test it out with you.”

Miranda looked like she might faint at that last comment. 

“Oh um, thank you,” Miranda replied meekly, standing awkwardly on the other side of the room “what should I do n–”

“Why don’t you go get dolled up for me babe.” Rosa wasted no time in taking charge, “It’s gonna take me a few minutes to set everything up, so take your time.”

“O-Okay!” Miranda glanced from Rosa to the duffel bag, gulping loudly, remembering the other part of what this meetup entailed, “I’ll, I’ll be right back.”

Winking at her, Rosa waited for her to disappear into the bathroom before she began her preparations for the night's festivities. Opening her duffel bag again, she pulled out everything she was going to need: her laptop, a webcam, and all the wires and cords to make them work. Roaming around the room, she pulled a chair out from a large wooden vanity sitting in the corner, setting it in front of the bed and placing a pillow on the seat; she set her laptop on one of the nightstands next to the bed, turning it on and booting up the software she used regularly for her shows. Unsealing her new cords, she connected the webcam to her computer, happy that everything seemed to fit and work as intended, before balancing the picture-capturing device on the pillow on top of the seat, tapping on its microphone a couple times as a test.

Rushing water could be heard from the connected bathroom. 

Moving back to her laptop, Rosa logged into her OnlyCucks accounts, quickly posting that there would be a live show in just a few minutes; instantaneously a stream of notifications appeared, her subscribers queuing up to watch her in action. Taking her spot at the foot of the bed, Rosa scooted her purse and bag off of it, using her heeled-foot to kick them to the side. She fiddled with her top next, loosening but not quite fully undoing the buttons still latched together, pushing her breasts up until they almost touched her chin, her bra very visible. Uncrossing her legs, she reached under her skirt, putting the final touches on her appearance and freeing herself at the same time.

With several deft, unseen movements she fiddled with something between her legs, the sound of velcro peeling apart emanating from her groin. Sighing with contentment, she pulled a strap out from under her black bottoms and tossed it to the side, spreading her legs as she did; there was an immediate difference that made itself known in the area around her thighs. A large bulge appeared, pressing against her skirt, denting the dark material, something poking out from the hem. Light red in color and thick , it bobbed for a moment right below her knees, drooping over the side of the bed, hinting at the rest of what the fiery woman was hiding - but as quickly as it had appeared it vanished, Rosa recrossing her legs and leaning forward, ready for the show that was about to begin.

A beep from her laptop announced its beginning, her own seductive form popping up in a window that took up half of the screen.

“Hello my pets ,” Rosa greeted her viewers in a tone that was a mixture of haught and sultry, her voice directed at the small microphone sticking out of the top of the webcam, “it is I, your Mistress - your Goddess , Rosa, here to bring you another show…”

She flipped her hair back dismissively.

“...not that any of you deserve to see it!”

Like this was a signal all of her fans knew by heart, a flood of new notifications could be heard creating dings and clicks from her laptop, each one the sound of generous donations hitting her account. She smiled knowingly at the camera for a moment, slowly shaking her shoulders as she did before her expression turned to one of annoyance and disapproval. More alerts flowed into the room, some accompanied by placating and begging messages, all containing the same thing: total devotion to the woman on the screen. Rosa let this keep up for a few more minutes, putting on a show of uncaring; she checked her outfit, looked at her phone, and tapped a trimmed nail against her chin - everything she knew would get her audience riled up.

“Well, I can see you guys are excited tonight,” she leaned forward, resting her arms on her folded leg, letting more of her creamy, tanned cleavage come into view, “but maybe not excited enough . That was a cute start, but don’t think that’s all you’re gonna give me. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me would you? Deny yourself getting to see all the fun we’re gonna have tonight?”

She paused and licked her lips.

“Because let me tell you, I’ve been pent up All. Day. Long.”

Almost as if on cue, a deep gurgling rumbled from under her skirt, clearly audible to anyone listening. They all knew what it meant, but it created a stir of excitement amongst her chat regardless, each new message as ravenous and horny as the last. Well-practiced at teasing her audience, Rosa uncrossed her legs, pausing for a moment once her thighs were spread and giving her viewers a glimpse of what they all came for, before readjusting herself into a much more ladylike position. Her laptop immediately made so much noise it sounded like it was malfunctioning, the electronic device nearly bouncing itself from its place on the nightstand. 

“That’s better, but don’t think for a moment that I’m satisfied. That sound better not stop till I stop, and you guys know how long that takes me!”

Rosa gave a laugh, winking into the camera and shimmying her breasts at the same time.“Now, I’m sure you’re all excited to meet the other star of our show tonight,” Rosa glanced to the side, smiling at the appearance of Miranda in the doorway of the bathroom, “and it looks like you won’t have to wait any longer.”

She turned her body towards the other woman.

“Come on hon’, don’t be shy!” Rosa called over to Miranda and patted the sheets next to her, “We’re all waiting for you.”

Staring back at her in wide-eyed terror, Miranda fiddled her hands together and bit her lower lip, using this last moment to decide whether she was really going to do this or not. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and walked over slowly like she was being pulled in by Rosa’s seductive gaze, sitting down gingerly in the spot that had been reserved for her. Fingers folded in her lap, she looked down, her visage similar to the color of a fire hydrant, her chest heaving; Rosa admired her body, movement from under her skirt rustling the fabric noticeably. After several long seconds, she turned back to the camera.

“What do you think? I know how to pick them, don’t I?”

A renewed chiming from her laptop let her know that there was unanimous agreement amongst her watchers. Miranda did look great now that she had cleaned herself up, that much was undeniable. Her dirty blonde locks had been brushed straight, falling in a silky curtain down her back and shoulders. She’d touched up her makeup, enhancing her natural beauty with dark and smokey colors. Rosa was happy to see that her chest was even bigger than she’d thought it was, her pale, milky mounds sitting nicely in a white, lingerie-style bra, her rock-hard nipples poking against the supportive fabric, a pair of matching panties clinging to her wide hips; Rosa could practically smell the arousal emanating from her crotch, a damp spot visible on the front of her underwear. 

Oh, she was going to have so much fun tonight!

“You look amazing baby, and my audience definitely agrees with me.”

Miranda managed to tear her eyes away from her lap to look at Rosa.

“Thank you, you look, you,” Miranda’s words caught in her throat, which she cleared before continuing, “you look gorgeous! You always do. That’s why I um, I wanted to do this with you.”

“You’re too sweet!” The lack of noise suddenly caught the attention of Rosa’s ears, “ Isn ’t she!?”

A stern glare at the camera reignited the raucous blaring from her laptop speakers.

“That’s better. Now,” Rosa lifted a hand and ran her fingernails across Miranda’s cheek, “why don’t we get better acquainted?”

The confusion plastered across Miranda’s face was stifled by a movement from the voluptuous Latina; before her mouth could form the question on her mind, Rosa had taken her lips in her own. Her plump, silky-soft pair mashed into the married-woman’s, immediately staining the area around her mouth with smears of red lipstick. Like her kiss was the most sensual thing in the world, Miranda let out a throaty moan, Rosa using that parting of her lips to slide her long tongue between them. Miranda returned the motion, flinging her pink appendage into Rosa’s maw, her hands cradling the pair holding her face, clearly starved for touch.

Like all things Rosa did, she dominated this meeting of mouths. Her cock-cushions completely enveloped Miranda’s, her upper-lip practically rubbing against the wife’s nostrils. Rosa’s tongue filled the area between Miranda’s cheeks, swirling against her teeth and pushing her tongue around; the woman was hardly able to move hers, forced to be passive in a makeout session she was supposed to be active in. Miranda’s moans increased in intensity the longer the kiss went on, the blush covering her countenance slowly consuming the rest of her body. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously. 

Rosa wasn’t immune to arousal either, the feeling mutual. She hadn’t been lying when she told her audience she had been feeling pent-up today, the rumbling, the growling coming from between her thighs steadily increasing in volume. Her own nipples were beginning to press against her bra, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep her legs folded; what she really wanted to do was grab Miranda by her hair and force her head down to her crotch, but that would have to wait. Experience had taught her that things went better when she took things slowly, both for her partner and for the money her subscribers would throw at her. 

However, it was getting time to move on.

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“Mmm not bad baby,” Rosa pulled back from the kiss, several strands of saliva connecting their lips, “that was a nice start.”

Miranda was about to reply but an air-horn-esque sound erupting from behind her caused her to wince instead.

“Sorry about that hon’, it's just my viewers showing their appreciation for what we’re doing - they’re probably jealous too! You won’t even notice all the noise by the end of the night…”

Rosa paused and licked up the spit hanging from her lips.

“...because you’ll be much louder.”

Miranda’s eyes went as wide as saucers, a visible tremble shooting up her spin.

“Don’t worry sweetie, all things in time!” Rosa laughed, before grabbing the front of her blouse, her fingers squishing into her cleavage, “Now why don’t you show the rest of me how appreciative that you are that I’m here?”

Brown irises taking in Rosa’s body, Miranda momentarily hesitated, her brain so clouded with lust that she needed an extra second to comprehend the other woman’s words; when it dawned on her she threw caution to the wind and dove forward, face first. Rosa couldn’t help but chuckle as the wife’s head smashed into her huge tits, her fingers automatically unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. Letting the red top fall down her shoulders, her black lace bra fully coming into view, she shimmied her chest, battering Miranda’s countenance with her smooth pillows. It was Rosa’s turn to moan as she felt her client’s tongue extend from her mouth and lick at her skin, hungry to taste as much breast meat as she could - as soon as Rosa managed to undo the front clasps on her brassiere, Miranda’s hands replaced hers, cupping and lifting the enormous globes in order to smother herself further with. 

Even unsupported Rosa’s tits sat high on her chest. The tawny, head-sized mounds didn’t sag a bit now that they were free of their cloth prison, something Miranda quickly came to realize. Instead of trying to keep them raised, she used her svelte fingers to angle one of the rotund, fatty orbs towards her mouth, one of Rosa’s round areolas and erect nipples pointed directly at her lips. Like a woman starved, she inhaled the hard nub and surrounding breast flesh, drool running down its pillowy expanse as she sucked and licked and bit it for all she was worth. Rosa pet the back of her head firmly and looked into the webcam.

“That’s right, worship me like I deserve,” she mewled, letting out a throaty groan for added effect, “make everyone watching envious. Make them wish they were here instead of you! Make them send me their hard-earned money until their bank accounts run dry. It should all be mine!”

Emboldened by Rosa’s words, not wanting to disappoint the busty woman for even a second , Miranda increased her suction and oral reverence, moaning like it was her breasts being played with. Ravenously, she switched nipples, giving the other massive mound the same treatment, rubbing the bowling-ball of firm-yet-pliable flesh between her fingers. She spit-shined Rosa’s tits until she could practically see her reflection in them, only stopping to inhale much needed oxygen - something she wouldn’t have done if passing out would have stopped her from accomplishing her Goddess-given task. Miranda’s face quickly became just as soaked from her saliva-laced ministrations.

“Just like that baby - but don’t forget about the rest of me!”

Giving the married woman a satisfied smile as she turned her attention to the rest of her torso, Rosa started on the next step of her plan. Sliding her arms around the busty wife’s body, she grabbed at her skirt; like her blouse, it was kept wrapped around her waist by a series of connected buttons, which she slowly began to undo, her movements going unnoticed by Miranda. One by one she unlatched the black garment – uncrossing her legs as she did – and let it fall into a dark puddle of fabric around her. With her fat ass and crotch mostly uncovered now, and her audience getting the full view of what she possessed, what they were really waiting for, she gripped Miranda’s chin and turned her attention to the main party favor of the night.

Her jaw dropped and she shuddered at what she made to witness.

“What do you think Miranda?” Rosa had a large, knowing smile on her face, “Big enough for you? Bigger than your pathetic, loser of a husband’s ?”

What she was referring to was the gigantic set of cock and balls hanging from her groin. Sun-kissed as the rest of her, it extended out over the edge of the bed heavily, weighed down by its own immense size. Not completely soft, but also not yet fully erect, it still presented an intimidating, mouth-watering sight; Rosa’s member stuck out farther than her knees – the huge, reddened glans closer to her shins – and was at least as thick as Miranda’s forearm, while also noticeably longer. It seemed to never end, the shaft long enough that the married-woman had to turn her head just to see the top of it! Several lengthy, pencil-wide veins laced the girthy bitch breaker, throbbing as they pumped more and more blood into it.

Miranda’s astonishment only grew the more she studied the futanari’s package - because not only was her cock huge, her balls were absolutely enormous ! It was like Rosa was sitting on a pair of melons resting in a spacious, hairless burlap sack. The humongous, corpulent orbs threatened to spill off the bed, only the thin, black panties that hugged Rosa’s hips tightly keeping them aloft, the fabric cutting them down the middle like a pair of fat ass cheeks in a thong. As she ogled them and took in every inch of their gravid glory, they rumbled , the titanically-sized testicles visibly shaking against each other, lifting slightly as they churned up gallons of cum. Miranda was seeing her produce vast quantities of semen in real time!

Everything about it was ridiculous. She’d seen it when she had first discovered Rosa online, but seeing it in person was an entirely different experience! The cock was long enough to span the length of her torso, and wide enough to split her pussy like she was giving birth ; the incredibly rounded crown looked like it would be a struggle to fit into her mouth alone! And it wasn’t even hard yet. Miranda knew from all her nights of masturbating to livestreams and pictures of the mega-hung futa that it still had room to grow, and that its enormity would be expanding sooner than later - and that she would be taking all of it.

There wasn’t a question that it was definitely bigger than her husband’s!

“What’s wrong babe? Cat got your tongue?” Rosa sneered, wrapping her hand around the middle of her shaft and hauling her member up, “Or is it not as big as you hoped?”

“N-No, it’s um, it’s just–” Miranda struggled to find the words to express her astonishment and lust, “I just didn’t think, uh, expect that it would be–”

“Or did you think I edited my pictures and videos? Maybe used some kind of strapon? That it was just an optical illusion?”

She gave a haughty laugh.

“Well I’m happy to show you the truth. I really am that huge!”

“It-It’s amazing Rosa,” Miranda was panting now, her eyes following the cock waving back and forth in front of her face, “I want– need it!”

“Ah ah, you call me Mistress tonight,” the futa chastised, “not Rosa. And if you need it so bad, then show me. Open up that cute mouth of yours. Now .”

“Yes Mistress!”

Grabbing a handful of Miranda’s dirty blonde locks, Rosa maneuvered her head until it was at chest-level; in her other hand, she aimed her cock – the massive member so long it hung over the sides of her fingers, clearly not at its full size yet – and shook it so that her shaft straightened and her fist-sized glans pointed towards the ceiling. Sliding her hand up her shaft, she pressed down Miranda’s head at the same time until they made contact, the married-woman’s lips mashing against the futa’s coin-slot long urethra. Rosa used Miranda’s visage like a rag, wiping her features around her spongey bell end, until she finally opened her mouth.

“That’s right baby, take that fat fuckin’ head between your lips. Taste my cock, savor the flavor.”

Moaning like a bitch in heat, Miranda started to bob up and down on Rosa’s tip, sliding half of it between her lips and batting at it with her tongue. Naturally, she took the colossal, pulsing member in her own hands, not quite stroking it yet, just getting a feel for its incredible vastness with her fingers; as soon as her grip tightened, Rosa removed her own digits, and began groping at her huge, heaving tits. Rosa watched as Miranda took the entirety of her giant glans in her mouth, her cheeks bulging from the filling mass of meat; her client’s salivary glands immediately went into overdrive, rivulets of drool pouring from the taut corners of her lips and running in streams down the futa’s cock. 

Rosa reapplied her hold on Miranda’s head, letting her know she was exactly where she belonged. She was content to let the inexperienced wife suckle exclusively on her fleshy helmet for now, Miranda beginning to jerk her cautiously, the wedding band on her finger shining in the light, not quite able to see where Rosa’s cock started and ended - she was doing a decent job, considering the magnitude of the instrument she was working with! Swiveling her hips, Rosa swished her cockhead around in Miranda’s mouth, not pushing it any deeper, but not letting her pull off of it either, wetting her divine rod for the coming unholy labors she was going to be putting the blonde-haired woman through. 

The futanari Goddess looked up towards the camera. 

“Not a bad start, wouldn’t you guys agree?” She put on a somewhat disappointed face, “Because I’m not sure if you actually do . You know what I want to hear pigs before we get the ball rolling here, and I’ll cut the stream off right now if I don’t!”

Her threat worked wonders, her laptop lighting up with a deluge of donations. Rosa continued to frown at her audience, waiting several minutes until she was satisfied with the amount of money that had entered her account before giving the smallest indication that they were on the right track. Glancing down at Miranda, who seemed none-the-wiser at what was about to occur, she turned her attention back to her onlookers, giving them a devilish smirk and a wink. Without warning she thrust her hips upward, sinking several inches of thick shaft into Miranda’s maw, her glans battering its way into her throat; the married-woman’s automatic reaction was to gag and try to pull back, her stroking halting in its tracks - but Rosa didn’t relent. She held her right where she was, the Latina futa’s head falling back, a loud moan escaping her lips. 

“Don’t fight it slut !” Rosa growled, giving several smaller ruts at Miranda’s face, “this is what it's gonna take to get me hard, so don’t fucking resist!”

She punctuated her words by yanking Miranda’s head back until only her tip was still crammed between her cheeks, followed by jamming her face down even further. Spittle erupted from the dirty blonde’s lips, showering Rosa’s shaft and stomach. Rosa could see that Miranda was giving her a pleading look, her eyes wide and watering, her nostrils flaring as she attempted to suck in any air that she could - but Rosa didn’t express any concern at her distress. Smirking back down at her, she didn’t move a muscle, keeping her girthy shaft and cockhead embedded into her throat until her face started to lose color; only then did she slide her member back out without completely removing it.

And then she did it again .

Over and over again Rosa bounced Miranda’s head up and down on her bulbous battering ram. Retches and gags spilled from her throat as it was cored out by the massive fuckstick invading it, tears running from her eyes, her makeup steadily ruined by the brutal face fucking. The members of Rosa’s site could see the outline of the futa’s glans distend Miranda’s neck, the wide ridge of the corona pressing out the skin obscenely. Rosa hadn’t broken a sweat, her movements casual despite their viciousness, forcing her cock into a hole too small for it like second nature for her; however, she could feel her member start to fill the rest of the way out, the married-woman’s head rising higher and higher whenever she reached the tip once more.

“Fuck yeah, fucking take it.” Rosa grunted, burying more than half of her tanned goliath into Miranda’s maw, “This is what you signed up for! To be my little fuck toy and nothing more!”

Lengthening and fattening, Rosa’s already-terrifying appendage expanded to new, terrible heights. Miranda’s mouth had looked stretched to its limit, her lips peeled back into nonexistent thinness, but the widening of the futa’s pillar of potency pushed them to the point they looked like they would tear ; it was like her whole visage was contorting around the monstrous member, her nose pushed up by the incredible girth, her jaw touching her neck. Rosa’s colossus became longer and longer with each passing moment as well, her cockhead beating against the entrance to the wife’s stomach . And she still wasn’t finished yet. 

Fuck, she loved the feeling of growing in a slut’s mouth! There was nothing better, and her oversized genitalia agreed with her. Rosa’s cock throbbed with increasing intensity, her stomach-punching member shaking hard enough to vibrate Miranda’s entire body. Her sperm-stuffed balls gurgled loudly, inflating as they overfilled themselves with their virile brew. Precum flowed freely from her piss slit, filling Miranda’s guts and wetting her throat, the extra lubrication making it even easier to violate the blonde; Rosa watched as her urethra, an enormous tube that hung off the underside of her shaft, pulsed and undulated with each helping of seed that pumped through it. She wasn’t the only one that loved it either - her laptop was absolutely buzzing with excitement from her legion of diehard fans!

There was something different this time about the normally-thrilling act of achieving her full erection. It didn’t feel quite as… satisfying as it usually did. Yeah, she was as hard as she ever got, the skin across her colossal member so rigid it almost hurt , the numerous veins coating it stiff with ridiculous amounts of blood - but it wasn’t the same. There was an ache that permeated through her gigantic junk, like they wanted more . Like she needed more. She tried to ignore this odd twinge and chalk it up to nothing more than her libido being particularly active that day, even if this unknown desire continued to chew at the back of her brain.

The moment she hit her apex she tore Miranda off her cock, the married-woman falling back onto the bed in a fit of coughs and gasps. 

Now with nothing obstructing their view, her audience was treated to their favorite sight: their Goddess’s magnificent, fully-hard cock. It stuck out from her crotch like another arm, spanning the entirety of her torso, the angry red glans hovering right in front of her face. It had darkened slightly in its engorged state, and a few more huge arteries appeared across the shaft. Rosa’s cock had gained enough girth to be comparable to a two-liter bottle, now wide enough that both of her hands would struggle to meet around it. Frothing, pearly precum bubbled from the tip, slimy streams of seeds running down her incredible length that would need a yardstick to measure it accurately instead of a ruler. Even on the futa’s voluptuous form it looked out of place!
“Mmm that’s much better!” Rosa groaned, taking a moment to slide out of her panties and free her swollen cum factories, “I just love using a slut’s mouth to get hard.”

She turned towards Miranda’s heaving, exhausted figure.

“Speaking of which…”

She grabbed the married-woman by one of her arms and yanked her back into a sitting position. 

“Doing alright hon’?”

Miranda coughed a few times as she attempted to assuage her throat of the abuse it had just finished enduring.

“I-I’m okay,” she rasped, wiping the tears from her face, the back of her hand staining with her messed makeup, “I just didn’t expect you to be so rough. I, I hope I was good enough, Mistress.”

Rosa gave her a triumphant smile.

“You should know better slut - you’ve seen my videos before! But still, you did alright I guess. I am hard now, see?”

Miranda did see. She could see all of the futa’s monster in all its giant glory, in person, right in front of her, and she still couldn’t believe her eyes. Rosa’s glans were fucking level with her face! Her cock was so wide it practically covered up more than half of her torso, the pulsing, gargantuan tube sticking out from its underside thicker than her husband’s whole cock. The head flared out fatter than the rest of the shaft like it was designed to hook into a cunt – her cunt – and never let go. From tip to base it was so incredibly long that Miranda wasn’t able to see the whole thing sitting so close to it - she had to nod her head just to take all of it in at once! It was frightening, terrifying, and magnificent all at once, and she could feel her cunt shoot a small stream of her own juices against her panties as she absorbed the monolithic member in full.

That wasn’t even mentioning the futa’s balls, which were impossible to miss. Freed from the panties that didn’t begin to keep them contained, they hung over the side of the bed over halfway to the floor. Each massive globe was at least as thick as Rosa’s cock, easily bigger than a normal person’s entire package. They gurgled and rippled with the obvious desire to release their payload, the twin orbs jostling around in their sack like unruly animals; the sack itself was taut with how stretched it was, its natural spaciousness consumed by the over productive melons inside of it. Whenever they emanated with a particular sound, more precum would gush from Rosa’s tip, several powerful strands of pearly seed shooting onto the carpet in front of her.

And she was the target of this unnatural virility tonight!

“Mistress, it's so so…” Miranda couldn’t find the words to express her reverence, “I just can’t believe it's real!”

“Oh it’s real baby, and tonight it's all for you .” Rosa leaned over and kissed Miranda again, tasting herself on the married-woman’s lips, “And it wants you to keep pleasing it. Can you do that for me?”

Miranda nodded rapidly.

“I can Mistress! I just, um, might need to take it easy. Sucking it really hurt my throat.”

“Well since I’m so nice, how about I give you a little break? Would you like that?”

“W-Whatever you want, Mistress!”

“Good girl. Get on your knees and play with my balls. They’re feeling really full right now.”

Eager to please the hyper-hung futanari, Miranda slipped off the bed and kneeled between her legs, which Rosa spread to make room for her. Watching the young, married-woman closely, she smiled as Miranda got up and close personal with her seed-brewers, her nose wrinkling at the heady musk that wafted off of them - Rosa could smell it too, she always could. It was like no matter how much she cleaned herself or what she was doing, her balls let off a strong scent that seemed to increase her own arousal as well as others. She loved how she smelled, and never had any complaints about it either; judging by the way Miranda was salivating as she inhaled deeply, she wouldn’t end up being the first!

With a small amount of hesitation, Miranda reached out and cradled the gigantic sack in her lithe hands, audibly grunting and visibly flexing her tiny biceps as she lifted them towards her face; unlike Rosa’s huge tits, her testicles did succumb to gravity, hanging low enough to bounce against her knees when she was standing up naked. She massaged them cautiously, not sure of how much pressure she could put on the giant globes, testing their firmness, gaping at all the seed churning within them, practically able to feel the mass of sperm writhing against her palms. Squeezing them a bit harder drew a moan from Rosa, letting Miranda know she was on the right track.

While her newest slut was busying herself below her, Rosa grabbed her colossal, throbbing member and stroked it several times, rubbing all the precum that had leaked from her tip into her cock’s tough flesh. Lubricating it well, she brought it closer to her torso, pressing it against her body; it pushed into her stomach, separated her huge tits and was swallowed into her vast valley of cleavage before it mashed into her lips. Staring over her enormous crown into the webcam, she flicked her long tongue out, sliding it over urethra and scooping up her potent progeny. Slipping it back into her mouth, she gave an exaggerated swallow, her laptop immediately blaring with more donations.

Her pay-slaves were excited!

Still leering into the camera, Rosa bowed her head and opened her mouth. The tip of the tip of her enormous cockhead slid between her inflated-looking lips, spreading them around its incredible girth. Never breaking eye contact, Rosa suckled on her cockhead, slurping and gulping loudly as she drew her cum from the gaping slit, coercing the delicious, salty concoction out of her balls. Moaning like a slut herself, she gyrated her face back and forth, making out with her own glans. Her blood-hued lipstick stained the end of the magnificent member, smearing across it, marks the same size as her fat cock-pillows dotting its surface. Rosa didn’t do this just for fans - she loved her own taste, her own scent, her own everything , and self-sucking was her preferred method of getting herself off.

At the same time she administered the blowjob to herself, she finally felt Miranda’s mouth make contact with her balls. It had taken the whore long enough! Her eyes roamed from the camera, down her pillar of fuckmeat, to the married-woman between her legs, observing closely as she attempted to take one of her grandiose testicles into her maw; it was a futile effort, but it felt great nonetheless. No one had ever been to swallow one of her cum factories considering they were nearly the same size as a person’s head! Miranda’s attempt was still admirable, though, her jaw gaped open as far as it could to suck on just a portion of her ball meat. Rosa moaned and swallowed again, her precum production ramping up once more. 

Rosa slid her face deeper onto her beast, sucking the entire girthy head between her cheeks. While having more practice than virtually anyone else at this, it was still a struggle to get the whole thing into her large mouth - not that a little struggle was enough to deter her! At the same time she nursed on her perpetually-progeny-pouring helmet, Rosa grabbed the sides of her chest and shook them up and down on the numerous inches of shaft lodged between them; her tits cushioned her bulky obelisk perfectly, the feeling of titfucking herself like sliding her cock through the softest water balloons in existence. Her rock-hard nipples occasionally grinded into her extensive length, which only made her hornier ! 

But like before, there was something different Rosa was feeling this time. 

There was a physical uncomfortability that appeared behind her enormous, saliva-worshiped sack, one that caused her to shift a bit on the bed. Something was poking out against her skin between her balls and ass, bulging against the sheets and making her writhe ever so slightly. Trying not to let confusion show on her face, Rosa continued to suck and autopaizuri herself as she attempted to figure out what it was; her asshole felt like her extreme endowment did: needy and on fire . It was the same sensation as when Miranda had been forced down onto her cock, but enhanced and connected to her balls in some way. Could it be her…? 

It was her prostate, engorged and swollen with arousal! 

It had to be! There was nothing else that could explain the feeling of fullness in her backdoor that would also affect the rest of her and create a distention below her. No wonder she felt so pent up today! She hadn’t noticed it before when she was doing her best to ignore her urges while out on the town, and she was too busy with Miranda to feel it until now - but there was nothing else it could be. Almost like her throbbing genitalia noticed that she noticed, they pulsed angrily, her balls increasing in size, her cock bucking against her body, and a thicker batch of cum shooting into her mouth. Whatever was happening to her was… addicting . 

 Controlled by her sexual urges, Rosa lifted a leg and curled it in behind Miranda, pressing her calf against the nape of her neck and dirty blonde hair. Pulling her closer to her stupendous sack using her long limb, the futa flexed her muscles - strong from working out and carrying her ridiculous proportions around every day – and held the wife in place, mashing her into her corpulent cum containers, gravid from all the cum filling them constantly; Miranda didn’t offer any resistance - quite the opposite. Understanding exactly what her Mistress desired, she sucked and groped her gigantic testicles with renewed intensity, her countenance engulfed to her ears by the suffocating sack.

Rosa popped her mouth off of her glans.

“That’s right slut, this is where you belong!” She groaned and licked up all the precum sticking to her features, “Between my fucking legs, worshipping my balls. It’s all you’re good for - being my own personal ball cleaner. Maybe I’ll keep you down there forever!”

After this last, lusty utterance, Rosa resumed her self-fellatio, sinking more of her cock into her mouth, taking it into her throat. Unlike when she facefucked Miranda, her own movements were elegant and pointed; she didn’t retch or gag, every sloppy sound purposeful and deliberate. Miranda was much the same, doing everything in her power to please her super-sized Mistress, her face resoaked by her own spit and the sweat coating the futa’s titanic sperm sack. Miranda’s hair was quickly becoming drenched in Rosa’s seed, the river of cum spraying from her tip and leaking between her lips dripping in huge, hot dregs over the married-woman’s head. 

Louder gurgling arose from Rosa’s bulbous, brewing balls, announcing their sudden growth. Like someone had stuck a bike pump into them and jerked the lever up and down rapidly, they inflated, expanding around Miranda’s features, nearly fully encasing her head in their throbbing mass. Miranda tried to pull back, her oxygen supply cut off by the swelling sack - but Rosa didn’t let her. Tightening her leg-lock, she held the little slut in place, folding her other leg and wrapping it around the girl’s spine. No matter how hard Miranda shoved and tried to force herself away from her Mistress, Rosa didn’t relent. She simply flexed her muscles and pushed down harder on her slut.

“You’re not going anywhere whore,” Rosa panted from behind her fat hunk of meat, “you’ll stop when I say it's time to stop!”

Truthfully Rosa wanted to stop and move on – her cock screaming at her for release – but she wasn’t about to let Miranda control anything about their tryst! She held the struggling woman in place, only concerned with her own pleasure and satiating her lust; if the married-woman passed out, then so be it. Eventually, like they all did, Miranda gave in and continued her oral ministrations, the feeling of her tongue and mouth on Rosa’s balls coming back in full force once more. The futa returned to playing with her member as well, not forgetting for a second that she was putting on a show for her loyal viewers - she doubted she could ever disappoint them, but she wasn’t going to take that chance.

Her thoughts circled back to what was going on with her body. The longer that she engaged in self-pleasure and the physical reverence from the slut smothered by her sack, the stronger the urges she got. Rosa’s mind was filled by images she couldn’t seem to control, all centered around herself. She was growing bigger and stronger. Her cock enlarging, becoming even more unnaturally longer and thick, her balls following suit. Cum shooting out uncontrollably, even when she wasn’t having an orgasm or fucking someone, just constantly spraying wherever she went like a burst pipe. Were these some kind of hidden desires emerging from someplace deep she’d never known about, or something else?

Whatever it was, she needed to fuck someone now !

She was only able to fight her sexually-fueled impulses for a few moments longer. Every fiber of her being directed her to move on, to fuck this little slut until her balls ran dry and her cock went soft, something that usually took her hours ; tonight, however, she knew it wouldn’t be that easy to quench her monstrous libido. Her own touch and Miranda’s felt intoxicating like they never had, like each second of pleasure electrified her every nerve. Between the throbbing in her cock and the rumbling in her tremendous testicles, she was going to have a hell of a time holding her orgasm back! Her resistance faltering, she released her glans and loosened her hold on the married-woman, who jolted from her fleshy prison with a loud gasp.

“I think it’s time for the, the,” Rosa had to pause and steady her thinking, her brain clouded over with lust, “the main event. That is if the pigs watching want it badly enough!”

She glanced at the camera as the electronic raucous resumed.

“I better hear that sound the entire time or I’ll shut down the stream immediately! You all know not to test me.”

The continued sharp screeching let her know that they knew she meant it.

“Now, how are you doing hon’?”

“I-I’m fine, erm, Mistress!” Miranda tried not to let her trepidation at actually going through with the whole thing show on her face, “Did I, did I do good?”

“You were… acceptable .” Rosa kept her face neutral even as she tried to keep herself from pouncing on the woman, “You spit-shined my balls pretty well I guess, and the viewers seem happy with your efforts.”

“I’m, um, glad. Did you want me to suck your c-cock again?”

“No, we’re done with that. Stand up and turn around.”

Gulping, Miranda did just that, getting to her feet which wobbled weakly beneath her. After going so long without breathing untainted air the married-woman felt exhausted , and she knew things were only going to get rougher from here. Watching her Mistress closely to make sure she wasn’t doing anything to displease her, she steadied herself and took a deep breath before slowly doing as she was told. Turning around so that she was facing the camera, she stood awkwardly, not sure of what she was supposed to do next. Did she need to strip? Hold her arms out? Say something to the audience? Rosa answered all of her emerging questions swiftly.

The futa pressed herself against Miranda, frotting her enormous member along her back.

“Let’s show the audience your body baby. Alright?”

“Of course Mistress, whatever you want!”

Miranda blushed at the thought of so many people seeing her naked.

“First let's get this bra off…” Rosa quickly undid the clasps in the back and let the undergarment fall to the floor, “that’s better.”

Revealed were Miranda’s milky, bare breasts, large with a hint of sag from age and capped by hard, pink little nipples.

“Mmm look at these,” Rosa reached around and cupped the fatty mounds, jiggling them in her palms, “beautiful and full!”

Not as sexy as mine .

Miranda shuddered at her touch, pushing her chest out in order to get more .

“T-Thank you Mistress.”

Dropping them, Rosa slid her hands down Miranda’s sides until she reached her panties, sliding them down her legs.

“And how about this pretty little pussy?” Rosa put a fist between Miranda’s thighs, forcing her to spread them, “So small and tight!”

Not as plump or juicy as mine .

Gasping as her sex was exposed, Miranda did her best to fight the urge to cover her swollen, moist, pink mounds that glistened with obvious arousal.

“I’m glad you like it!”

“Mmm very much, now…”

Grabbing her waist, the futa spun the blonde woman around suddenly so they were face to face.

“Let’s show everyone your ass,” Rosa took a minute to grope and slap the pale cheeks, reddening them and sending them wobbling, “fat and grabbable!”

Not as firm or round as mine.

This time Miranda didn’t respond, her attention entirely drawn to one thing: Rosa’s massive cock. The gigantic rod was pressed against their bodies, sandwiched between their combined masses of breast meat and rubbing on her face. Precum bubbled down her torso, coating her abdomen in the sticky essence and dripping down to her cunt. Miranda’s chest heaved at the fact the colossal bitch breaker was so close to her, touching her with its incredible warmth that added several shades of color to her cheeks. She barely heard a word the futa said, her mind consumed by that beast taking her on her marital bed. 

“I think the watchers at home are enjoying your body too.”

Miranda could only nod, not really registering what was being spoken to her.

“It's time now hon’,” Rosa stepped away from her client and to the side of the bed, “excited?”

“Excited?”

“You know what I’m talking about slut. Lay across the bed.”

Her eyes went wide at the command.

“Don’t make me ask twice.” Rosa gave her a stern glare and an accompanying scowl, “Now!”

“Yes Mistress!” Miranda scrambled towards the bed, almost tripping over her own feet, “I’m sorry!”

“You better be. I don’t fuck disobedient whores!”

Rosa eyed the married-woman as she clambered onto the bed. Miranda got on her hands and knees and looked around, clearly confused about what exactly she was supposed to do. Eventually she turned around and laid across the mattress, her feet pointed at the camera, her body framed by the wooden posters. Rolling her eyes, Rosa walked over, her massive fuckstick bobbing in front of her, her overinflated balls sloshing against her knees. Without joining Miranda on the bed, she grabbed her ankles and rotated her so she was positioned horizontally across the sheets, her head almost hanging off the side. 

“You’re really gonna make me do everything, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry Mistress! I didn’t know how you wanted me to lay down.”

“Next time think for a minute,” Rosa chided, “people are here to see a show not stare at your feet!”

Shaking her head as the blonde apologized again, Rosa got onto the bed as well. Spreading Miranda’s legs, she saddled up between them on her knees, her cum factories ruffling the black bedspread. She inched forward until her cock was resting heavily atop Miranda’s body, her ponderous, pulsating pole running from her dripping pussy all the way to her panting face. Leaning over the excited girl, Rosa hovered her face above Miranda’s, using a hand to push her member out of the way, the other pressing into the bed next to her head; she lowered herself until their lips were only inches away from each other, the married-woman staring at the mega-endowed futanari in awe.

“Ready for this baby?”

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“Ready for this baby?”

“I-I don’t know if I can handle it Mistress,” Miranda admitted with no small amount of shame, shifting below the meaty mass keeping her pinned, “it’s so big and I’ve never taken anything even close to it and I’m no–”

“Shhh.” Rosa ran her fingers through Miranda’s hair, comforting her, “You can handle it. You wouldn’t have messaged me if you couldn’t. This beautiful body of yours will feel so good. Trust me. Can you do that? Can you trust me?”

Miranda nodded.

“I trust you. I know you’ll make me feel, uh, good. I’ve wanted this so badly.”

“That’s a good girl.” Rosa gave her one last, long, tongue-filled kiss, “Just let me do all the work. Tonight is gonna be incredible .”

Smiling at her, Rosa lifted herself up and shuffled back towards the end of the bed.

“Alright guys, you ready to watch me fuck this slut!?” She practically yelled this question, grabbing her cock and holding it up for all her viewers to see, “You know how I wanna hear you respond!”

Rosa took a moment to bask in the electronic dissonance, imagining all the money she’d be depositing in her bank account at the night’s end - but even that quickly took a backseat to thoughts of greater importance. Herself . Bulldozing straight to the front and center of her mind was the same fantasies as before. Growth. Power. Cum. Her prostate was still bulging against her perineum, creating a large lump that had no doubt gone unnoticed by anyone but her. It throbbed and pulsed inside of her, forcing more precum from her balls and out of her cock, the slimy, sexual refuse falling in heaps atop the bed and Miranda’s thighs; but there was another new development, this one announcing itself in her sagging scrotum.

Reaching down without really thinking about it, Rosa groped around her sack and enormous sperm makers, trying to get to the bottom of what was happening to her. The entire cum-filled package felt tight but not in the same way it did when she was about to climax; after a few more prods and pokes, the cause of this uncomfortable tension became apparent to the busty futanari. It felt like the arteries and vesicles inside of her sack had enlarged greatly, like they themselves were swollen for some reason. They felt massive in her hands, like each tubular vein was a large penis filled completely with cum. Touching them was a pleasurable experience, she had to admit, like she was jerking herself off in a perverse, unnatural way. No wonder her precum had been coming out so thick and in such huge quantities!

That still didn’t answer what was going on with her today, though.

“Is everything okay Mistress?” Miranda squeaked out, confused by the sudden pause, “A-Are you feeling alright?”

Heavily-lidded eyes looked back down at her.

“Oh I’m just perfect ,” Rosa purred, her voice sultry, her breathing slow and shaky, “absolutely amazing.”

Rosa grabbed Miranda’s knees and lifted them, hooking her ankles on her shoulders.

“Because I’m ready to fuck your little slut hole, to ruin you for anyone else, especially the man you’re married too! Shoot my cum inside of you until you’re barefoot and pregnant. All while these pathetic losers watch and give me money.”

Miranda stared back at her fearfully.

“And you’re gonna take it all !”

Brow furrowing and grip tightening, Rosa peered down at the meeting of their sexes; it was almost comical to look at, her cumslit almost as long and wide as the married-woman’s entire lower lips - which meant she’d be delectably tight around her ramrod. Flexing her cock, the futa sent it slamming up and down only an inch away from Miranda’s cunt, raining precum down over it, painting her mons and mound in pearly goop. After a few of these spraying bed-slaps, Rosa shifted her hips and pressed her cockhead against the slut’s dripping labia, nudging the tip of her tip into the blonde’s sopping folds. Oh, it was going to be a tight fit alright!

The futa gave a last growl, her lips curling, and thrust her hips forward harshly. Like a battering ram breaking through a castle door, her gigantic glans split Miranda’s pussy lips, crashing through the tight seal they’d created, opening her hole up into a more-welcoming cavern. Miranda threw her head back and howled. She writhed violently, her fingers tearing at the dark sheets, her body pulling back instinctively to try and save itself from the obscene penetration - but Rosa didn’t let her escape. No, there would be none of that. Rosa was going to do exactly what the blonde had signed up for: fuck her all night long!

Grinding her cockhead into the entrance of Miranda’s already-gaping cunt, Rosa moaned, and moaned loudly . She felt so good! So tight, so warm, so enveloping. Miranda’s pussy wasn’t anything exceptional – Rosa having used and thrown away countless in her life – but for some reason it was everything she needed and more at that moment. Her entire cock throbbed like it was seizing from pleasure, a belch of seed following, whitewashing the married-woman’s depths, greasing her inner walls to allow even easier travel through it. Trying not to actually cum right then and there, Rosa began to make mini-thrusts into the slut, each added section giving her the sensation as being buried balls deep, her entire member hypersensitive to all the gripping stimulus. 

Though she felt like she was exerting extreme amounts of effort, Rosa was fucking Miranda pretty casually so far, all of the sweat beading at her forehead from reigning her orgasm in. Her massive, firm tits heaved on her chest, bouncing up and down with each piston, her stomach tightening and flattening. Lurid squelches filled the room from where their sexes were connected, the mixture of Miranda’s copious juices and Rosa’s slimy pre-seed soaking the sheets around them, moisture clinging to the married-woman’s thighs. Over and over again Rosa thrust into the blonde, slowly coring her out, reforming her insides until she was a perfect fit for her cock and her cock alone .

“How does that feel slut? Am I deeper than your husband? Touching places he never has already!?”

Miranda attempted to answer through groans and exclamations.

“A-A-Amazing!” She stuttered first, her face red and soaked with sweat, her blonde locks matted to her cheeks, “I’ve, I’ve never been so full. Greg is a pathetic loser compared to you!”

“I’m only gonna get deeper, you needy bitch. Feel where I am now? Know what that is?”

Lifting a hand, Miranda rubbed the area around her belly button, a slight indentation bulging her stomach.

“Holy, holy shit…” 

“That’s your cervix I’m pressing against,” Rosa answered for her and gyrated her hips to prove her point, “which means I’m gonna be fucking your womb in a minute. Then you’ll be mine !”

Unable to respond to the information given to her, Miranda panted harder instead, her eyes shaking as she kept a close watch on her torso. Rosa used her hold on the married-woman’s legs to push them back towards her body, doing her best to reveal as much of her unsheathed shaft as she could; there was over a foot of the enormous rod sticking from Miranda’s crammed-full cunt, more than half of it pulsing in the open air, sitting atop her swollen sperm-factories which continued to rumble and gurgle, inflating steadily. Turning to the webcam, Rosa gave her subscribers a vicious stare, her plump, red lips twisted into a sly smile.

“See how much I still have to go, pigs?” She questioned, shimmying her hips to make her endowment shake back and forth, “Think she can take it all?”

She laughed cruelly, refocusing on the ridiculous coupling.

“Guess we’ll find out right now!”

Pulling her groin back until just her head was left wrapped in Miranda’s velvety cunt lips, Rosa leaned forward, her tits waving above the blonde’s stomach. Giving her no heed or further warning, the hyper-hung futanari thrust with all her might; her cock rocketing straight through Miranda’s depths, restretching her warm, pink walls, and slamming into the barrier to her baby room. And she didn’t stop. Her hole-wrecker ripped through it like a sledgehammer through drywall, disintegrating it in a single second. It continued its destructive momentum, filling up Miranda’s womb utterly and completely before hitting the back of it, pushing it further up her torso. 

Miranda screamed like she had just been stabbed - Rosa laughed with much-needed satisfaction. 

“Not bad slut!” The futa practically had tears in her eyes, she felt so good, “You got half of it in in one go!”

She wasn’t lying - there was almost exactly as much of her meaty fuckstick sticking out as there was embedded in the blonde’s cunt. The bulge that had previously only reached Miranda’s belly button was now much higher, the imprint of her glans nearly nestled between the wife’s large chest; it pulsed fiercely, inflating and deflating her skin as it released precum in an unending flood. Rosa had to pause and collect herself again, not ready to end their this first fucking session, wanting to prolong it for as long as she could. Once her breath was caught and her muscles relaxed, she started the long journey of pulling out, preparing to fuck her client to within an inch of her life.

“Time for the real fucking to start!”

With that announcement – which acted as both a threat and a promise – Rosa went right to work hammering her cock into its new home. There was no mercy in her actions - it was purely to use Miranda like a living sex toy, and onahole for her to fuck and dump once she was done. Rosa had one thing on her mind and one thing only: to get off. Her engorged balls, her cock so hard it wasn’t capable of bending, and her swollen prostate and seminal vesicles egged her on, practically taking control of her body and mind, all of them pushing her in the same direction: cum, cum, and then cum again!

Rosa was all too happy to fulfill her bodily cravings, ramping up her pistoning faster and faster. Numerous inches of cock exited and entered Miranda’s cavernous cunt every second, the audience watching able to follow the path it took through her depths by the cock-created distension in her torso. The bed rocked back and forth under the powerful thrusts the awesomely endowed futa made, the fancy headboard slamming into the wall behind it, the four posts shaking from the unrelenting force. More and more of Rosa’s extreme appendage made itself home inside of the married-woman, their crotches getting closer and closer - but she wouldn’t be happy until every last inch was buried into the blonde slut and her head-eclipsing testicles mashed against her fat ass!

Miranda was a babbling mess. Her cunt bubbled with her juices, the clear nectar frothing around her split lips and the girthy log driving them apart; her orgasms were numerous and constant, clear streams jetting from her pussy and onto Rosa’s shaft, speckling her stomach in translucent arousal. What words Miranda did manage to say alternated between begs for more, and pleas for the futa to slow down - all of which went unnoticed and uncared for by her tanned Mistress. Truthfully, Rosa didn’t give a shit if her clients came or enjoyed the fuckings she put them through – though they always did – their pleasure a mere byproduct of her own. 

All that mattered was her !

“Think you’re ever gonna feel your pathetic hubby again slut?” Rosa bellowed out at Miranda, not stopping her thrusts to ask the question, “Is his tiny baby cock ever gonna fill you again?”

“No! My cunt only exists for you Mistress!” She cried back, trying to regain enough sense to look the futa in her eyes, “He, he could ne–oooh! Oh God. Ne–Never make me feel this good! He never has! 

Rosa pushed herself deeper, folding Miranda’s legs to her sides, pushing them practically parallel with her torso.

“Can I just, just take a qui–FUCk!” Miranda’s request was cut off by another body-wracking orgasm, spittle flying from her lips as she sobbed with ecstasy, “I just, if you could just slow down for a second Mistress, I need to–”

“Not a fucking chance cunt!” Rosa reached down and grabbed the blonde’s throat, cutting off her words and air supply, “We don’t stop until I do!”

Angered at the disobedience, Rosa increased the rate of her relentless railing, her hips blurring as she slammed-fuck the married-woman. Each thunder of her lightning rod into Miranda’s ruined, dripping cavern nearly sent her flying off the bed, her whole frame sliding across the sheets with the futa’s cock; the bed frame itself shook just as hard, rattling like it was about to come apart at any moment, the legs bouncing up and down off of the carpet. Rosa was plowing an indent in the shape of Miranda’s figure into the mattress, her corpulent cum containers beating the firmness out of it as they undulated wildly between her thighs. The air around them had become moist with all the sweat, pussy juice, and cum misting from their bodies. 

There was a visible change in Miranda’s body that became more pronounced the longer the brutal coitus continued. Around the area where Rosa’s cock was tenting her flesh, a new swell was taking shape that had the appearance of a rapidly forming baby bump. Miranda’s hands, which occasionally cradled her midsection when they weren’t tearing at the copulation-soaked sheets, lifted along with her inflating skin, giving her a taste of what was to come; Rosa knew what it was, her audience knew what it was, and the married-woman would soon figure it out. Not quite fully-formed baby batter was stuffing her womb, the futa’s ponderous pole keeping her perfectly plugged. 

This liquid warmth only enhanced the pair’s pleasure, the feeling of fullness bringing Miranda to greater heights of ecstasy, the swirling heat batting against Rosa’s member like an extra thick paste massaging her every nerve. Still choking her client, Rosa used the leverage from holding onto her neck to pound into her with surging intensity, their hips so damn close to meeting; Miranda didn’t try to stop the futa either, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her eyes rolling into the back of their sockets, the lack of oxygen just another enhancement in her euphoria. Rosa growled and bucked at the blonde, doing everything she needed to pulverize her pussy.

A few energetic, violent thrusts later and her goal was accomplished. 

Like Miranda’s cunt and womb were waiting for just the right moment to open themselves fully to Rosa’s ridiculous raider, the voluptuous futa suddenly jerked forward, her cock sliding the rest of the way into the married-woman. Their crotches collided with a cacophonic crash , the brutal thud echoing through the room; at the same time, her stupendous scrotum bashed into Miranda’s jiggling ass, creating a wetter plap that was heard by the audience watching through the webcam. Rosa moaned louder than she had all night, Miranda letting out a renewed ear-splitting, window-shaking howl, her entire body falling limp, her eyes rolling into the back of her head - though Rosa could no longer see her blissed-out expression anymore!

The married-woman’s countenance was completely covered by the bulge, which had risen from her chest up to her hairline, stretching the skin, contorting it into the shape of Rosa’s member and knocking the futa’s hand that was wrapped around her throat out of the way. With every single bicep-thick, vein-laced, throbbing tanned inch of her monster inside of Miranda’s depths, Rosa had literally run out of space to fuck into - so she just created more ! Miranda’s entire torso was filled by the fat fuckstick - her womb pushed as far back as it could go in her body - and beyond, the skin below her neck tented to her face to allow the numerous sections of girthy rod that hadn’t fit to fully sheathe themselves within her, Rosa’s balls finding Miranda’s ass a cushy spot to nestle against. It seemed like it should have been impossible to do, more so than even getting her cock into the blonde in the first place, but she did, for thousands of people to see in real time.

“Fucking finally !” Rosa groaned, holding still, basking in the sensation, “I thought I’d never get it all in! Bout fuckin’ time, really. How does it feel slut?”

She only heard weak babbling and moaning from behind her cock-created face mask.

“Sounds like she likes it, don’t you think pigs? Well bitch, then you’re gonna love it now that I can fuck you with everything I have!”

Despite her bravado, Rosa took a minute to collect and calm herself. The brutal sex she’d been engaged had felt awesome before she managed to cram every last bit of her cock into the married-woman, and now it was on another level of pleasure. Rosa’s extra-sensitive member burned with desire, craving an orgasm that was almost upon it. Almost . She needed to hold out for just a bit longer, and she knew she could, as painful it would be - or at least she hoped!There was a new addition to the weirdness of her genitalia that she’d become aware of her during the last few minutes of fucking, something she’d definitely never experienced until today!

Somewhere around the base of her cock, possibly below it, tucked away amongst her reproductive, internal parts, was the latest change in her sexual organs. Like her prostate and seminal vesicles, there was a swelling, an enlargement she could feel pressing against her urethra and crotch, but from the inside of her body. Her mind raced as she tried to remember anatomy lessons from school, hazy memories from years and years ago flooding her brain. She was shooting so much precum, and it was coming out so thick and copiously, it had to have been her cowper glands – or at least she guessed – being the only other part of her related to her semen she could think of. 

So all of her bits and parts that involved her cum were bloated, and she still didn’t know why!

Rosa began to fuck Miranda as she continued to contemplate this conundrum, pushing the blonde’s entire body backward until her head hung off the side of the bed and pulling her own hips back as far as they could go at the same time - which still wasn’t enough for her cock to escape the tight confines of the woman’s cunt. It wasn’t like she’d been edging or denying herself, having had more orgasms than normal that morning, the rest of the past few days just as average when it came to her sexual releases. But here she was, spraying precum into Miranda and onto the sheets by the bucketful, the creamy substance almost as white and thick as her actual loads, her cock tingling like she was perpetually about to orgasm. What the fuck was going on!?

Trying to shake the thoughts from her cranium, Rosa resumed her fucking. Having cored out the married-woman as much as she was physically capable of, the futa didn’t bother to go slow, quickly reaching her previous insane pace, putting every ounce of strength she had into pounding Miranda; the blonde’s body undulated back and forth across the semen-stained sheets, nearly pushed completely off the bed with every powerful, punishing piston. The bed once again rocked violently – if not even harder than before – shaking like an earthquake was hitting it and it alone, the wooden frame groaning from the pressure and stress being pounded into it; it had become askew from its original position, pushing the nightstands out of the way as it twisted and turned. 

Over and over again Rosa thrust into Miranda. Each one sent her cock rocketing through the wife’s sexual organs, regaping her warm inner walls and brutalizing her womb, masking her features every time she hilted and their groins mashed together. Miranda barely moved during the prolonged coupling, her brain fried from the unending orgasms sizzling her nerves, only able to moan and scream as her organs were rearranged to make room from the massive missile exploding inside of her; her cunt reacted more obviously, jetting her girl cream all over the place, even the carpet soaked from her gooey expulsions. Both of the ladies were drenched head to toe in a mixture of sweat, pussy juice, and precum, droplets of sexual excess flinging wildly into the air with every slight movement. 

Rosa was so focused on not cumming that the constant dissonance from her laptop barely registered to her, the fact that she was putting on a show lost on her in her lust. With each new rut into the married-woman it was becoming more difficult to resist her bodily urges, her balls expanding against her thighs with an uncomfortable amount of sperm. The huge veins coating her member hurt as they helped distend Miranda’s cunt, the pressure from her vice-like insides attempting to fight against the root-like protuberances. Her own breathing had grown labored, panting from the amount of exertion it took to both fuck as hard as she could and constrain her orgasm taking its toll on her. So much of her seed had shot out of her cum slit that Miranda already looked inflated and pregnant, something that never happened until she’d actually climaxed!

It was like they were fucking in a shallow pool of glue. The bed was flooded with the futa’s progeny, the puddle pouring down onto the floor, the rest of the pearlescent slime reaching the pillows on the other end of the mattress - the mattress which was definitely ruined by this point! Sloshing and splashing was a constant, Rosa’s sun-kissed skin dyed white by all the dregs splattering across her beautiful, curvy body; Miranda was nearly completely engulfed by the ball brew, scarcely a single section of her skin dry. And there was still more. More pouring into her. More leaking out of her. More churning inside of Rosa’s magnificent, monstrous testicles! 

Gritting her teeth now, Rosa’s whole figure went rigid as she tensed every fiber and cord of muscle she possessed. Tears nearly began to well in the corners of her eye sockets, her cheeks red, her huge tits heaving. She couldn’t cum - not yet. It was too soon! Rosa knew her apex was imminent, that it was going to close in on her at any moment, but still she resisted! It didn’t matter how painful it was, how much discomfort it brought her, it just had to wait a little longer. There was something about this coming orgasm compared to any other she’d ever had that felt like it was going to be different . Something was going to change, she just didn’t know what .

Fuck fuck fuck it didn’t matter, she was going to cum!

“Get ready slut,” Rosa growled, slamming into Miranda as hard as she could, as fast as she could, “I’m about to cum. Gonna fill you up, fulfill your one purpose in life: to take my fucking cum!”

Miranda didn’t respond - she couldn’t respond. Rosa’s words went unregistered in her brain, her thoughts filled with cock and cum; but as always, Rosa didn’t care. As long as her client was still alive, she’d fuck and fill her! The boiling in her balls reached a crescendo, and the futa could feel her urethra expand to make room for the all thick semen she was about to release. Her cock grew ever so slightly, adding another inch to her length and girth, deforming Miranda’s body further. It was all the preparations she needed to climax, and her other growing parts responded in turn: her prostate, seminal vesicles, and cowper glands followed suit, pushing her further into overdrive. Thrusting one last time, she buried herself to her balls inside of the married-woman, throwing her head back and half-crying towards the ceiling, ready to finally cum!

The door to the bedroom opened.

“Honey are you in he–,” A well-dressed man entered the bedroom, briefcase in hand. Neatly gelled and combed-back black hair adorned his head, his brown eyes opened wide, his thin lips dropped into a silent gape at what he was witnessing. His whole body was covered in a fitted black suit, a blue tie draped over his white undershirt, dark leather shoes pressing into the carpet. The briefcase in his hand dropped to the floor, his nose wrinkling at the strong, sexual musk that permeated the room, paralyzed in place by his wife’s infidelity, and the way it was happening - not to mention who it was happening with; the woman fucking his wife was the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on!

“What the fucking is going on!?”

The man’s – Greg, as Rosa had heard Miranda name him – question fell on deaf ears, the coupling pair focused on nothing but themselves. Miranda couldn’t see him from around her distended chest, and Rosa’s head was still thrown back in ecstasy - and then there was the other sound. Rosa’s orgasm could be heard as much as it could be seen, a deep gurgling announcing the first blast of semen shooting up her cock, the base of her member throbbing against the suited-man’s wife’s split lower lips. There was a pause where nothing happened, just the pair connected at the crotch shaking in pleasure together; then did the conclusion of the main event reveal itself, Rosa’s laptop going crazy with donations, the noise almost as loud as her scrotum was. 

All at once Miranda’s womb was filled. The first salvo of semen alone was enough to pack her full, her previously cock-and-precum-distended stomach ballooning ridiculously in a matter of seconds. Her torso-flesh in front of her face was hit initially, expanding like someone had just turned a garden hose on inside of her at full power, the bubble of stretched flesh plopping down onto her visage - and that was before it surged down into the rest of her abdomen! Every part of her midsection inflated simultaneously from her belly button to below her neck, engorging with gallons and gallons of seed, the molten hot liquid reaching every crevice and cranny of Miranda’s womb. The married-woman tried to scream at the sudden sensation, but her outburst was immediately muffled by her own skin draping across her features.

Moaning passionately, Rosa made small, swift ruts into Miranda, trying to force as much cum as she could out of her cock. She was still on her starting shot and the blonde already looked like she had passed the nine-month-pregnant mark, with much more to go. Rosa wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so euphoric, like very fiber of her being was climaxing at the same time, as though she was made up of an infinite amount of cocks that were all cumming together; she was practically vibrating with pleasure, drool running out of her mouth, her nipples stiff enough to cut glass with. Her humongous, firm ass flexed continuously, twerking on its own as she wringed out her member and balls for all the sperm they contained.

Even as Miranda was being blown up by insane amounts of baby batter, incredible amounts cum sprayed from the corner’s of her dilated cunt. Rosa’s progeny in its truest form was perfectly, pure white, showing off just how densely packed with potent swimmers it was filled with; if anything, it was a brighter white than normal, undoubtedly due to the increased size of the futa’s reproductive parts. The gooey splashback drenched the bed in heavy layers of virile cream, ruining the sheets, the carpet, and anything else that happened to be in its path - thank God she’d bought those waterproof cables beforehand! Her cum tunnel continued to swell as more and more semen scraped through it, her piss slit nearly as wide as her mouth now.

It wasn’t stopping - and it wasn’t supposed to! Rosa’s orgasms were often minute-long affairs, at least, but this time it was different, like everything else that night. Normally by this point Rosa could feel her pleasure and rate of expulsion start to slow down, changing from gushing streams to ropes, her ability to think and control her body coming back to her; it didn’t feel anything like that now! Her cum exploded from her titanic tip with the same ferocity it did since her climax began, and if anything was increasing in intensity. Managing to look down, Rosa watched through half-lidded eyes as Miranda’s stomach bloated and fattened past the point of normalcy into the realm of insanity, her belly button popping out into a huge outie that only grew bigger the more of the raging torrent flushed into her. 

Her entire midsection was big enough to fit a curled-up adult in, wobbling back and forth rapidly, rippling with waves of excess seed; there were random bulges that appeared across the taut, pale flesh, indicating the exact spots that the futa’s colossal cudgel was directly firing at. Despite how firm and filled Miranda’s torso was with cum, gravity eventually took hold of the engorged mass, spreading it out across her body. The sides of her overly-inflated midsection fell across her limbs, weighing heavily on her biceps, thighs and even her neck , the bottom of her sagging stomach pressing into Rosa’s crotch and girthy fuckmeat, nearly hugging it as the excess skin stretched towards the painted-white sheets. 

“More, more !” Rosa groaned, panting and bucking at the married-woman, “I need MORE!”

Her, no, her body craved more. There was something wrong with this perverse yearning though: she couldn't stop cumming! It had been a couple minutes since her climax started, and she was still going! If anything her lust was only building instead of reaching some amount of satiation, feeling even hornier than when she first came. Orgasm still going strong, there was nearly as much semen inside of Miranda as out, an ocean of salty, thick goop filling the room. Rosa’s cock felt harder than it ever had been, like she could fuck through concrete with it, and it almost seemed like it was changing, like it was actually… growing !?

Eyes shooting open, she jerked her neck towards her genitalia, pupils darting around wildly to figure out what was going on. She was right! In front of her, in real time, she watched as her cock and balls grew together. Thicker and longer, it filled out past the biggest she’d ever seen it in her life, dilating Miranda’s cunt lips to the extreme, her glans poking out over the woman’s inflated-stomach hidden face past her head. Her tremendous, rumbling testicles were matching this expansion, forcing her to change her stance, the hyper-hung futanari having to lift her legs and crouch just to make room for them - and the whole time she was still spitting sperm like it was the sole reason for her existence!

“Wh-What the…?”

It didn’t stop. Inch after inch was added to her already-extreme endowment, along with several more incredibly large veins that seemed to appear from nowhere across her tanned cockflesh. Rosa didn’t know where all this new, added size was coming from, but every bit of growth was equivalent to the feeling of a full orgasm for her! There was so much extra length being added to her member that it was pushing Miranda away, the woman’s crotch separating from her own, only her expanded serpent keeping them connected. Moaning, Rosa was mesmerized by the sight of her unexpected growth, unable and unwilling to look at anything else, the experience more arousing than any sex had ever been.

Rosa realized her previous, unexplained fantasies were a warning for what was happening now. It was clear that this is what she’d always wanted; while she’d always been a kind of sexual Goddess – able to seduce anyone she laid her eyes on and make them a slave to her desires – her lurid divinity was becoming a bonafide reality. Her balls were bigger than watermelons, providing her with a never ending amount of seed to impregnate and inflate sluts with, and her cock was transforming into the perfect tool to do it with. She was evolving into something greater, powerful, undeniable - something that deserved– no, demanded worship from all who laid eyes on her. 

And she loved it. 

As her ginormous junk exploded with insane, unnatural expansion – all while still cumming the entire time – Miranda was being forced away from her more and more. Noticing that the blonde was about to fall off of the bed, Rosa reached out and grabbed her ankles, holding her in place as she rode out her growth; the woman’s enhanced mass was nothing in the futa’s hands, like she had gained an equivalent amount of strength along with genital size. After several minutes of widening and lengthening of her member, there was over a foot sticking from Miranda’s ruined cunt, with more of her enormous shaft and glans still distending her womb than when she started with. Even then it still didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon!

Having a new grip on Miranda’s body, Rosa dragged her back towards herself, her cock continuing to balloon the entire time, her dilated piss slit spitting semen swiftly. Initially it didn’t look like she was making any progress – every inch closer she pulled the woman, her cock met it with another dose of length – and the imprint of her glans in the cheating-woman’s tented flesh was stretching farther towards the other end of the bed. But Rosa persisted, bucking her hips and yanking Miranda harder and harder, determined to fit all of her new mass inside her womb; eventually this did start to happen, her two-liter-shaming-girth disappearing once more into Miranda’s body. Rosa had been possessed by an animalistic need to sheathe herself fully!

The closer she got to Miranda, the more Rosa could feel her growth begin to slow. Her incredible rate of genital development was petering out, the burning sensation in her member settling; it was the same in her cum factories, the grossly gravid globes calming down to a steady ache , one she was more accustomed to. They were still bloated and brimming with seed, seemingly producing more than she was capable of expelling, but they’re fattening was halting as well. This did make it easier to try and hilt herself inside of Miranda, though, the constant gushing, natural lubrication making her slide through and break through any resistance the married-woman’s attempted to create against her - the waterfall of pussy juice splashing over her helped as well.

“More… more…” Rosa droned, the words coming out in a droning mumble, her face contorted into something unrecognizable from the calm, haughty persona she usually wore, “I need it!”

Deeper and deeper she buried herself into Miranda’s permanently ruined hole. The increasingly hyper-endowed futa shuffled towards her goal, not even fucking the married-woman anymore, simply pushing herself closer instead. By the time there was half of her extra length embedded in Miranda’s well-plowed pussy, there was the same amount still sticking out; her cock had essentially doubled in size! The distension hovering above the blonde’s head was sticking out past the bed, pulling Miranda’s flesh with her, giving her the appearance she was speared through like a roast on a spit, the skin reddened below its white coating. Her inflated stomach barely hid the rest of Rosa’s monolith.

Losing patience, Rosa gave a single, mighty shove of her hips, while simultaneously using her unnatural strength to haul Miranda down her monstrous member. The result was immediate. All at once, the futa’s fantastical fuckstick plowed straight through the blonde’s depths unimpeded, their groins meeting once more with a moist smack . She was in - she was in utterly and completely, not a single centimeter separating the two. Miranda’s body now looked like a ball with a mushroom growing out of it, all covered in a pearlescent, thick blanket. Rosa’s glans were perfectly outlined in the married-woman’s skin, the multiple feet of shaft sticking beyond her countenance hugged tightly by taut flesh; though even that perverse, brutal image became distorted as more cum pumped into the freshly-created space she had carved through the blonde’s insides .

This was Heaven.

There couldn’t have been a better feeling in Rosa’s mind. One-hundred percent sheathed into a slut, torso-eclipsing balls resting against a fat ass, constantly cumming - she would be hard pressed to come up with a more glorious sensation no matter how hard she tried! The enormous amounts of semen swirling around her shaft heightened her pleasure as well, making her endless gushes of ball brew spray with increased forcefulness, which in turn continued to bathe and massage her cock, creating an infinite loop of ecstasy. She could stay like this forever - or so she thought; the longer she stayed embedded in Miranda, the looser, less gripping her cunt began to feel it turned out, her muscles going slack around the immense invader. Right as Rosa was about to remedy this with renewed fucking, an utterance from across the room caught her attention.

“Holy shit…”

Snapping her head towards the source of disruption like a predator sensing prey entering its territory, Rosa finally realized that someone else had entered her lurid den. A male. Tall. A little older than she was. Smarty dressed, but with a small, obvious bulge in the front of his pants - his pathetic penis stiff with arousal. He was standing motionless like a statue, eyes wide, jaw dropped, breathing heavy and cheeks flush. His vision was glued to the crotch-connected pair in front of him - the intruder in his home and the woman that was no doubt his wife. It dawned on Rosa who he was: the man she was cucking. But now he had been upgraded to someone much more important …

…he was someone new to fuck! 

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“Look who finally showed up!” It was like seeing him snapped Rosa back to her senses, reminding her of the reason she was here in the first place - even though it was now an insignificant footnote of the night’s events, “The slut’s, worthless, weak husband. Like what you see, bitch?”

Rosa laughed at the look of terror on his face.

“I–What? Who are… what?”

Cruel mirth amping up at his stunned, incoherent babbles, Rosa looked from him, down to his unconscious, unrecognizable wife, a vicious smile lifting her plump lips to her ears. She had a fresh hole to fuck - a much tighter one – and she was going to use it until it couldn’t grip a bowling ball anymore. Yes, this was her future: fucking anyone she could get her hands on, turning them into barely-living sex toys, doing anything to satiate her apparently bottomless lust. No longer were other human beings, in her eyes, anything more but an outlet for her libido, worshippers to prostrate themselves at her Cathedral of Carnality. Her cock gave a vigorous throb at the thought. 

Deliberately, Rosa pulled out of Miranda slowly, her eyes never leaving the petrified man the entire time, who gawked at her back just as intensely. Holding onto the married-woman’s ankles, she kept her perfectly still as she unveiled every millimeter of her super-sized endowment, revealing the magnitude of the growth she’d gone through to her audience, Greg, and even herself . Corpulent sections of her mighty meat squelched and slid into the open, sex-altered air, several venous ropes bigger than the bulge in the man’s pants coming into view. The distension in Miranda’s stomach barely decreased, Rosa possessing enough daunting length to spear her through two times over; more quarts and pints of seed following her perverse exodus, the volume of dense baby batter as mind-boggling as her package was. It just kept coming and coming, putting any pornstar to shame even though she was just getting started!

Over a foot of her monstrous rod had been unsheathed, and there were still many more waiting for their moment in the limelight. From Greg’s point-of-view, it didn’t seem like it would ever stop coming, a small section of Rosa’s cock enough to shame his with ease; the hyper-endowed futa had to start shuffling back towards the end of the bed to make room for all of her enormous serpent, her incredibly-sperm-stuffed sack following her backward momentum, gliding through the lake of semen that was once the couples’ marital bed. They continued to pulsate and rumble, Rosa’s cock flexing every few seconds as it unleashed its unfathomably long load into the blonde. 

After several minutes Rosa had her arms stretched out to keep her grip on Miranda’s legs, the two nearly as far apart as they could get, and the entirety of her monolith still wasn’t free of the once-tight hold that the married-woman’s pussy previously provided. The imprint of the futa’s glans had receded for the most part, Miranda left with a stomach almost the same width as the bed, more cum than person by this point; by the time, Rosa was ready to pull out fully, she had stepped off the bed and released her hold on her slut’s ankles, her hands futilely attempting to wrap around her prodigious pole for the last of its departure, her fingers only circling half of her insane girth. Grunting, she yanked her member backward, a disturbing sounding pop exploding from Miranda’s cunt.

Her glans and the rest of her colossal obelisk of obscenity were free!
But Rosa’s cock wasn’t the only thing that came free from Miranda’s cunt. The moment her massive cockhead liberated itself from the once-tight depths, there was more that followed it. Miranda’s insides – her pussy, womb, and everything else attached to them – that had hugged the futa’s shaft and glans so firmly, didn’t let go; her pussy prolapsed , the pink, cum-stained walls flooded onto the bed as well, sticking out several inches from her peeled back lower lips. A torrent of frothy semen that had once occupied her baby chamber spilled out from the tubular protuberances, sieving the virile fluid onto the mattress, pulsing like some kind of alien creature. It was a horrifying, carnal display of what Rosa was capable of with little effort! 

“Oh fuck!” Rosa moaned, also now seeing her member in all its grown glory for the first time, ignoring the destruction of the married-woman’s sex, “It’s– I’m perfect .”

Greg was in no position to disagree.

Sticking out of her crotch was a cock that looked almost as big as she was. At the top of her monstrosity her glans had widened to the size of a person’s full head, deep, angry red in color, flared out and throbbing with such intensity it looked like it was breathing . Cum continued to pour out of it in elongated spurts, raining down on Miranda – who wasn’t awake to bask in the glory of her Mistress – truly covering her in the milky ambrosia. The piss slit adorning her crown looked spacious enough to fit a fist into and it dilated with each blast of freshly-churned seed; it stuck out so far away from Rosa’s torso, she didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in Hell of reaching it with her hands. 

The rest of her cock looked just as magnificent. Like someone had literally pressed a button to double it from its original gigantic mass, it was easily twice as long as what she first entered the house with in both girth and length. Thicker than her thigh, it made Greg wonder how his wife was able to fit it inside of herself in the first place! While not as completely coated in veins that such a size would suggest, several gnarly, blood-filled roots still stretched across the mighty mast, rapidly, visibly beating in time with her heart. Rosa’s urethra looked like a second humongous cock had emerged from the underside of her shaft, perpetually bulging with the gallons of seed it couldn’t release fast enough. Her endowment was now darker than her tanned skin, the flesh tough and taught across its unending span. 

Rosa’s testicles, of course, were nothing to shake a stick at either. Hanging down to her knees, the bottoms of the enormously rounded spheres touching the top of her shin, they were just as broad as her colossus was. Each one of the ginormous, packed-full globes swung under their own incredible weight, clearly shaking in the vast sack they rested in, bulging against the wrinkled container like they wanted to burst out of it and release their virile concoction themselves! The gurgling emanating from them only got louder the more she blasted out their brew, sloshing luridly as if they were trying to make sure everyone knew without a doubt that they were crammed with the most potent, oversized, voluminous sperm in the world - and they were doing a damn good job at it!

Parts he couldn’t see had enlarged as well, elevating the other sexual organs to a place that wasn’t human. Rosa’s prostate, the pleasure spot in her ass, was comparable to a softball in size, and if anyone was lucky enough to be able to view the futa from below they’d be able to see it push against her perineum and the underside of her scrotum. Her cowper glands were similar, bulging out the area around the massive trunk of her cock, creating seminal fluid at an alarming rate; while also not visible, if a slut was lucky enough to get to grope her sack, they would unquestionably be able to feel the ridiculous, engorged vesicles that ran through the space around her bulbous, burbling balls, and the amount of sperm racing along their length.

Rosa herself had become the living, eighth Wonder of the World!

“ You .” The futa snarled and turned towards the cuck, her massive battering ram swinging back and forth violently, hitting one of the bed posts hard enough to crack the wood, “Get over here. I’m not finished yet, and you’re next!”

“M-Me?”

“Yes, cuck. It's your turn.”

Greg trembled – though the bulge in his pants stayed present – his vision fixated on the hole wrecker that had damaged his furniture and his wife.

“NOW!”
At the same moment she yelled at the broken husband, Rosa pumped her hips forward roughly, thrusting her cock at the dark-haired man. Her member throbbed even more violently than it had been, her cum tunnel distending, a giant lump shooting up its length. Within seconds her urethra yawned, a deluge of white ball jelly rocketing from the enormous helmet and firing in a bottle-wide stream that fired directly at Greg; the slimy torrent hit him directly in the chest, sending him flying back into the wall behind him, the room shaking and several pictures and paintings falling to the floor with a murky splash . Rosa continued to scowl as she forced more and more of her virility onto him, ruining his suit, messing his hair, and covering his countenance until his features were masked. It was almost a minute before the liquid onslaught ceased. 

“Now,” Rosa’s voice was deep and threatening, filling every corner of the room with its supremacy, “are you going to disobey me again?”

Greg coughed up all the ball batter that had landed his mouth and wiped at his eyes.

“N-No! I’m sorry, I promise I’ll do as you say, um, uh,” Greg stood up as he struggled to address the futa, realizing he didn’t even know her name , “I–”

“You can call me Mistress– no, Goddess .”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Well I’m waiting, slut .”

Scrambling towards her, Greg slipping several times in the muck of cum flooding the carpet, he did what he was commanded as urgently as he could. Smirking, Rosa walked towards the front of the bed once more, her entire, fantastical package swaying and jostling with each step; she accidentally knocked over the webcam and chair it was sitting on, her massive member slamming into it and sending it careening into the semen swamp. This went mostly unnoticed by the futa - it wasn’t important anymore anyway. Her fans, her career, her money, none of it could hold a candle to her quest for true satiation! They would all probably continue to donate and worship her regardless, lucky that they even got to hear the going-ons of the person sitting at the top of their sexual Pantheon. 

The moment Greg reached her she threw him onto the bed, handling him as easily as she would a child; he was bent over it, his knees on the floor, his face next to his wife’s hugely bloated stomach and cum-coated thighs. Though he wouldn’t dare to, he wasn’t given a moment to protest before her hands were on his pants, tearing the fabric into shreds and pieces until his boxers were exposed. Just as quickly she ripped those in twine too, exposing his smooth, pale ass and untouched backdoor, a state that would quickly be changed - but Greg was scarcely able to focus on the ruination of his clothing, the sight inches from his face as terrifying as it was compelling.

His wife.

Now up close and personal, Greg could observe everything that had happened to her. Every inch of her was entirely imprisoned by the gooey frosting, covered head to toe several times over in thick layers of ball brew – Greg couldn’t make out a single one of her features, the form her figure once had, or even her wedding ring , which was lost and dulled under the bubbling cream. Her stomach was indescribably humongous, laying across the bulk of her dainty limbs, and pushing against her chin, constantly gurgling and groaning as it sprayed more of the thick filling from her decimated cunt onto the bed; her inner walls were still outer ones now, reddened and corpulent and obese with semen, a worthless sack sticking from between her thighs that had been deformed into disuse.

His thoughts were cut off by a fresh bombardment of molten fluids pouring onto this backside. Glops and rivulets of semen cascaded onto his ass and down his thighs, washing away any remnants of his underwear and pants, sliding across his asshole and stiff genitals. It didn’t take long for the entirety of his lower-half to be slathered in the slime, everything below his waist drenched; semen streamed into his tight starfish, engulfed his pathetic package, and pooled around his knees. Greg shuddered at the warm, gooey sensation, knowing that it meant he was going to end up like his unfaithful wife, that he would be forever changed by the divine creature standing behind him. His life would never be the same. 

“You should feel honored, cuck,” Rosa announced as she got in position, spreading her legs and lining up her cock with Greg’s ass, “I don’t usually fuck the husbands I humiliate.”

“Thank, thank you, erm, Goddess!” He managed to pant, closing his eyes and gripping the sheets on the bed as hard as he could, “It’s an, an honor.”

“It is - the highest kind. Now shut the fuck up. The only thing I want to hear from you is screaming for more!”

Once again Greg was unable to formulate a reply as Rosa pushed her far too-wide glans against his ass. Her cockhead alone was bigger than one of his ass cheeks, and the girth of the top of her giant bitch breaker was enough to push the pasty mounds apart painfully. His entire backside felt like it was going to split from the pressure and size of the beast attempting to invade his depths, his body pushed forward until he collided with his wife’s incredibly inflated stomach and his thighs pressed against the bed frame. Groaning and crying, he was practically hyperventilating as Rosa nudged her tip at him, the slightest movements from her akin to someone punching him in the ass. Greg could feel his hole slowly start to expand, both fighting back and giving into the assailing appendage simultaneously. 

Grinning like a maniac, Rosa continued to plow and prod her colossal conqueror forward, battering the married-man’s backdoor repeatedly. She wouldn't be denied! It didn’t matter if she had to stuff a basketball in his asshole first, she’d make her cock fit, and she knew – the information coming from the same place as her devilish fantasies of Goddess-hood and growth – that it wouldn’t come to that. All she needed was her cock and her cum and her powerful lust to get the job done, all things she had in spades . Focused on her brutal meat hammer as much as she was the attempts at penetration, Rosa couldn’t get enough of how big she’d grown. She was so fucking perfect!

Her self-admiration caused her to moan and thrust her hips forcefully, her cockhead cramming itself into Greg’s ass.

He howled in pain and she wailed in pleasure. It looked absurd – as it did with any hole that tried to handle her extreme endowment – but now it appeared she’d done the impossible by situating her gigantic crown into him. Greg’s asshole was spread so wide around her goliath that the top of the gape touched his spine and the bottom pushed against his puny balls. His ass cheeks were essentially pressed against the sides of his waist just to make enough room for her fat fuckstick. The whole thing, the connection of her massive member and his now-ruined backdoor, looked beyond imagination, like something out of the most twisted, anatomy-breaking fantasies in existence!

As soon as the crest of her cock completely and utterly filled Greg’s ass, it pulsed and began to pour cum into him, greasing his insides, making the rest of the brutal fucking that awaited him easier. Wasting not a single moment and uneager to keep her ecstasy waiting, Rosa immediately started pushing forward, her hands holding her cock firm, much too far away to grab onto his hips. For some reason it was like her increased size made the whole perverse puncturing smoother , despite the fact that the opposite should have been true - it was like his body was actively changing to fit her member better, expanding and widening while not losing the tightness she needed to get off.
Cum continued to burst through his guts in unending spurts and streams, spritzes of semen sliming her shaft and the area around them. Rosa was basically walking forward, not yet thrusting into him as she filled him more than he ever had or would be, her cock gliding through him. With every step she took, her mighty cum factories bounced between her knees, too heavy to rise into the air, slamming back and forth against each other, swaying like the pendulum on a grandfather clock. Her feet splashed through the growing ocean of seed loudly, only one of the many noises reverberating around her - Greg’s screams, her own moans, and the thundering from her balls completed the cacophony. It was music to her ears! 

Rosa was able to feel out every nook and cranny of Greg’s insides with her member. Scraping through his bowels, her glans raked across his nerves, walls, and prostate, pushing against them painfully while also stimulating the man in ways he’d never even knew possible at the same time. Though neither of them could see it in their current position, Greg’s stomach was already distending obscenely, the bulge of her cock outlined against his flesh having already reached his chest , ready to stretch the skin out towards the bed frame; the one thing Greg could feel was his guts filling with cum, the voluptuous futa’s balls still pumping their load through her shaft directly into his organs. It was like he’d eaten two Thanksgiving dinners and desserts already, the fullness becoming greater and greater with each passing second.

A reverberating slap announced that Rosa was now close enough to grab his hips, her hands coming down on his waist hard enough to leave bruises.

“Oh fuck yeah bitch, feel how how deep I am in you?” Rosa swiveled her hips, further stretching the married-man’s insides, “The real fucking can begin now!”

Greg could feel it, his entire existence revolving around his Goddess’s monster rod rearranging his guts. As much as it hurt, as much as his body felt like it was about to burst from how stuffed and stretched it was, the pleasure it brought him was undeniable! He had already climaxed once – something only he noticed, his meager load and insignificant penis beneath the notice of the divine futanari – and his dick was still erect, something that never happened after he came. He was beginning to understand now why his wife screamed with so pleasure, why she had passed out after being fucked, and why her pussy was still cumming, random spurts of girl juice shooting out inches from his face. There wasn’t anything that could be better than this!

True to her word, Rosa actually began to fuck Greg now that she was close enough to touch him. A little less than half of her cock had penetrated his digestive chambers, and she was eager to get the rest of it into him. Pulling back for the first time since the married-man’s ruining had begun, Rosa unsheathed as much as of her member as she could, practically leaning over her own mighty shaft, her fat, hard nipples grazing the top of the venous pole, and then thrust into him. His following scream was exactly what she wanted to hear, her ramrod rampaging through his torso and distending his skin until it almost touched the bottom of the bed. She was quick to repeat this action.

Finding the right rhythm at first was difficult, Rosa unused to fucking with the new size of her cock, the leverage she had on his hips the only keeping her from pulling out to far. She persisted, however, flinging her fuckstick in and out of Greg’s asshole wildly, beating up his organs like a boxer using a punching bag, her balls slamming into the ground, splashing more cum onto their bodies. With each powerful piston she sunk more of her shaft into his hole, gaining new ground in the sexual battlefield that was his intestines, deforming and widening them to fit her colossus better; the entire time she continued to flood him with cream, the constant jettisoning of thin streams from around his cavernous backdoor as rapid as her pounding was.

Crack !

The noise was like a hammer splitting wood, and the actual source wasn’t too far off: Rosa’s gigantic cockhead had rammed into the bed frame through Greg’s stomach. It was perfectly positioned to knock right into it, the entire piece of furniture rattling as it was hit by an incredible amount of force, Greg gasping, the air knocked out of his lungs. Instead of being in pain herself, this extra sensation felt great , and Rosa didn’t hesitate to do it again, using her massive cock and the slut’s body like a wrecking ball to destroy the wooden structure. The sound of splitting particles got louder and louder the harder she fucked against it.

“That’s fucking good!” Rosa moaned, her focus turning to the slowly crumbling bed, “My cock is unstoppable!”

And it was. It seemed like no matter how hard she hammered into Greg, and by extension the bed frame, it was bringing her only ecstasy - an ecstasy that was furthered by the fact that her cock was tough enough to literally break anything it chose. Wood, metal, people – and anything else, as far as she was concerned – it didn’t matter. If she was fucking them they would be destroyed! An excessively loud churning in her cum containers let her know she was correct in her brutal thoughts, her piss slit gaping to explode more cum into Greg, the semen rocketed into him like one of her past, normal orgasms; her let out a long retch, choking around something neither could see for a moment, before the cause of his throat blockage made itself present.

Spraying from Greg’s mouth was the cum Rosa had just pumped into him. The frothy, pearlescent upheaval gushed from his forced-open jaw, landing directly on Miranda’s stomach – which would have been harder to not hit – several jets flying out of his nostrils in twin streams at the same time; her waterbed-of-a-belly shook violently from the impact, sending gouts of seed blasting out of her prolapsed pussy, her cunt unloading its own juicy arousal. There didn’t seem to be a progeny-stuffed hole between them that wasn’t exploding with the futa’s seed, the sanctity of the bedroom obliterated by the liquid sin washing over it, Rosa’s own personal, special blessing consecrating it in her glory.

And there was more where that came from!

Rate of arousal surging, Rosa started fucking Greg with a swelling ferocity, quickly finding a good pace to throw her gigantic genitalia at him with. She was getting close to having the majority of her numerous, rockhard, fat inches of futa-meat inside of the person she turned into a sieve for her seed, making more room inside and outside of him with each thrust. The part of the bed frame she’d been relentlessly bashing into was all but gone, only a few large splinters and fibers still hanging loosely; the mattress had begun to sag towards the cum-crusted-carpet, several other spots in the upholstery equally as obliterated. Rosa looked none the worse for wear.

“Take it! Take it!” Rosa slapped Greg’s ass with each crazed exclamation, beating his pale cheeks red, “Take it all you undeserving whore!”

She didn’t get a response, as was expected, cum still leaking from Greg’s lips, his eyes unfocused and rolling around in their sockets; he was in a state of perpetual-orgasm, but his balls had already been drained, his cock painfully erect and bouncing against his engorged midsection, releasing nothing but puffs as air as aching, dry orgasms coursed through him. Miranda wasn’t awake either, moaning in her unconsciousness, unaware that the man she had loved was in the same state as she was - it would be a triumph if she even remembered his name by the time Rosa was done with them. Their previous, lifelong bond and matrimony had been wholly erased by Rosa’s uncontrollable virility.

Digging her fingers into Greg’s waist, Rosa thumped herself at him harder and faster, close enough now that her titanic testicles reached the back of his thighs, beating into them in time with her brutal thrusts; they even smashed against his own trivial package, one of her cum factories spaciousness enough to contain over a hundred of his penis and balls - and they kept growing. Now that Rosa was fucking someone again, her scrotum was inflating once again, pressing into the sides of her legs even while she stood akimbo, sagging towards the floor. Rosa wasn’t sure what her orgasm would be like after her growth, but she could guess at its monumentality. 

She was waiting to orgasm until she had buried her full length into Greg’s asshole, knowing it was possible after having done the same to his slut wife. More of her massive meat was in than out of his guts, which meant she was already beyond the point that she would have penetrated him pre-expansion. Though she couldn’t see it, Rosa knew that she was stretching Greg’s body in ways that shouldn’t have been possible, her cock-imprint reaching out to under the bed; she could probably flex her shaft and upturn the whole mattress, Miranda and all! That thought alone was enough to increase Rosa’s excitement, her brain racing with ideas of potential cock-feats she could pull off. Life was going to be different - going to be better from here on out!

A growl escaped her throat as she hilted herself in Greg. 

“YES!” She howled, jerking back and forth, relishing in the feeling of her hips smacking against his ass cheeks, “You’re a real cocksleeve now! A fucking toy for your Goddess to play with whenever she feels like it!”

This was the greatest honor she could impose on anyone : being a living onahole, reduced to nothing but a simple outlet for her lust. Putting her words in action, Rosa pumped into the married-man ferociously, pounding him into putty, her groin doing what her hands had previously and beating his rear different shades of pink and red. Her huge ass bounced, her massive tits jostled on her chest, her ginormous junk throbbed - her whole body was in motion as she reamed and cored out the man with an enormous amount of strength. Slaps and plops occurred as she fucked him, nearly as loud as the consistent squelches of her girthy rod puncturing his gaping backdoor. There wasn’t a single sound not lurid or perverse in the household, the neighbors several doors down able to hear the ridiculous version of coitus she was engaged in.

A bubbling in her balls let the futa know that her body was ready for another climax soon. It was a different kind that the usual, persistent one she had been feeling since her magnificent growth, something stronger and needy . Though she’d been pissing cum non-stop, it hadn’t been a true orgasm, the unending gushes of cream nothing more than a hint of what she was now capable of. What she was going to unleash now would be something truly unheralded , something new to the world, new to this life, the first of its kind. Just like Rosa herself. A living deity walking the Earth and dropping her favor on those she found worthy, molding life itself to her needs and comfort. A fresh era in a stale world!

There was a last boiling in her balls that told her it was time - and there was no holding back, no denying herself this time. Her prostate grew in size again, so large now it was almost uncomfortable to feel inside of her. Her seminal vesicles began their own expansion, widening and swelling to make room for all the sperm about to be pumped through them. Her cowper glands were nearly visible from around her cock, unrelenting in their production of more fluids. Every part of her was screeching, pushing her in one direction, and it was impossible to fight it any longer.

Rosa’s body was ready.

“Here it comes cuck!” Rosa screamed and pressed herself as closely to Greg as she could, shaking like she was having a seizure. Her sack tightened and pulled up slightly against her knees, her cock pulsating and vibrated, her urethra flaring and distending Greg’s asshole, pressing against the taut rim. The outline of her shaft and glans in his stomach swirled around inside of him, the skin of his torso white from how far it was stretched; all of her semen-shooting stopped, the married-man given brief respite from his gooey upchucks. There was a breathless moment, the whole room freezing like a paused movie, and then Rosa came.

It was explosive. It was unreal. It was breathtaking . Greg had already looked heavily pregnant, his stomach sagging down towards the ground, gravid from all the baby batter, but what Rosa unleashed was beyond words. In the span of a second, just one, single second, the married-man’s torso expanded to new heights never seen in this reality. His suit was still clad over his upper-half, and in the same second Rosa unloaded inside of him, everything but the sleeves were gone. The entire, fitted garment and his undershirt boomed off of him, erupting into a hailstorm of different colored cloth that was swiftly swallowed up by the swamp of semen, nothing left on his body but his ties, suit sleeves, and shoes. 

His stomach ballooned outward in a way that seemed impossible. It slammed into the ground with a wet plop , thudded into the mattress and still-holding-together bed frame in front of him, and punched him in the chin at the same time. He looked comical, ridiculous, perverse , like a living, human lollipop with a head. Genitals completely engulfed by his now supremely swollen midsection, his limbs were beaten back as well, arms forced into the air, his legs pushed back causing him to slip in the potent muck soaking into the carpet - but it didn’t matter. The rest of his body didn’t move at all, his ability to fall to the ground removed by his inflated gut which he now rested atop of like an ant on a piece of gelatin. 

And that was just in the first second.

That’s all it took for Rosa to surpass her previous orgasm in every way, the volume of her load quickly reaching the same amount she’d shucked from her cock since her growth ended. Her inhuman– inhumane blast of semen didn’t relent even as Greg was turned into an absurd parody of the man he once was, not only filling him to the brim, but raising the brim, creating a new limit for her to reach and step over as easily as a person steps over an ant . Limitless. Growing and swelling, Greg’s belly shoved the bed against the wall and forced his feet into the air, his head lifting above his wife’s own miniscule-in-comparison body.

If this is what her new orgasms felt like from here on out, Rosa didn’t care to do anything anymore but fuck! Her whole figure, her whole being, her whole existence was from this point on, dedicated to pleasure, everything else taking a back seat. She was firing on all cylinders when it came to her euphoria, not a single part of it incapable of feeling anything but ecstasy. It was like her soul was being sucked out of her cock, washed away in her cataclysmic climax, along with her feelings towards anything else but herself. Rosa was all that mattered - her and her cock!
Opening her eyes to the terrible, lurid sight in front of her, she watched Greg’s stomach get bigger and bigger, his body rising higher and higher - something that was swiftly becoming an issue. As he lifted, so did his asshole, which was bringing Rosa’s shooting shaft with it; while she could easily stand up and remedy this annoyance, knowing that the married-man would take her seed until he literally burst if she so desired it, she didn’t want her subject disposed of in quite that manner. Yet. After giving her orgasm a few more long moments of release inside of Greg’s bloated organs, the steaming ball sauce heating up her cock, caressing it and coaxing out more cum to join it, Rosa finally began the Herculean task of pulling out. 

It felt like she had walked backwards across the entire room before her glans finally popped free, Greg’s asshole going with it; the same as his wife’s pussy, his backdoor prolapsed, hanging loosely into the air, a smashed, reddened thing that immediately ejected a high-pressure torrent of cum onto the floor. Standing up straight, Rosa didn’t even bother to grab onto her cock and stroke, the extra stimulation unneeded, her pleasure at the maximum, her pulsing helmet pointed exactly where she wanted it: the comatose couple. Her first stream still hadn’t abated, and the moment her cockhead entered the muggy, sexually-foggy room, it proceeded to pulverize the pair.

The arc her cum shot from her cavernous urethra was enormously encapsulating, flaring out like a hand fan that was wide enough to cover a grown man in a flash. Washing over Miranda and Greg like a tidal wave, there was a loud crash as it struck their combined forms, hitting everything from the wall behind the bed to the area in front of Rosa’s glans in a single burst - but a single burst wasn’t all she gave them. Rosa’s deluge drenched or destroyed everything in its path. The bed post she’d previously bumped into with her massive cock broke completely, falling like a tower. Pictures shattered and tore as they were struck, not even dropping, but now permanently pasted to the wall. The bed itself drooped tremendously at its center, weighed down by the excessive liquid weight it was made to hold.

Greg and Miranda didn’t fare any better. 

No longer did it look like Rosa was accompanied by other human beings in the steadily-flooding bedroom. The owners of the house were gone, masked by the virile snowstorm that whipped around the room, heaping piles of wiggler-packed ball jelly taking their place. There wasn’t a head, limb, or overinflated stomach visible to the naked eye, traces of the once-loving-couple decimated in Rosa’s quest for satisfaction; this was true of the items and personal belongings in their vicinity as well, any hint of personality or life the two had before layered in white slime, erasing their old lives in order for their new ones to begin. A massacre of individualism. 

Still Rosa didn’t stop, her orgasm giving no signs it was anywhere near finishing. Piece by piece, section by section, area by area - everything was a casualty of her lust. Walls were repainted, furniture was wrecked, and valued, treasured objects were rendered worthless; Rosa’s own few things she brought along with her weren’t spared either. Her discarded, expensive clothes swirled in cum-created whirlpools around her, so soaked and matted with her cum they couldn’t be worn anymore. Her laptop was a fizzing, sparking mess, the stream her viewers were still watching cut short. Her bag filled with all the other stuff she brought turned into a carrying case for her egg-seeking swimmers. But all of that was fine with the futa, material needs and desires no longer important to her. 

The reality of it was that Rosa’s orgasm didn’t seem to actually end. It kept erupting from her throbbing member with the same power, the same speed, the same magnitude as it had when it began. She was standing calf deep in her own divine essence, the connected bathroom as flooded as the bedroom, the cracks at the bottom of the door clogged with thick baby batter like it was a rolled-up towel. Cum rained down from the ceiling in heavy droplets the size of apples, pelting the inhabitants, Rosa becoming as soaked in her semen as Miranda and Greg were. Her surroundings bore no resemblance to the room she walked into just a couple hours before, Rosa’s climax altering reality around in her real time, actively changing to better suit her . 

When Rosa’s orgasm did peter out, it wouldn’t appear so to any onlookers. Her cock continued to piss cum like a fountain, constantly adding to the room’s ruination and raising the cum level even higher; but that was all an afterthought to Rosa. The only thing she was concerned with was that she didn’t feel as good as before, only she herself knowing that her peak had ended, the only indication of its finality internal. And she wasn’t happy about it. There was no reason for the fact she wasn’t being worshiped right now in her mind, brought to another eruption by hands, mouths, holes - whatever it took to get her off. That was all anyone was good for anymore!

Glowering, she grabbed her even harder pole, and marched forward towards Miranda.

“One of you sluts better wake up!” She yelled, but in a way that was like the vocal version of a calm before the storm, “Because I’m not finished .”

…

Hours passed.

Time had seemed meaningless, the only way Rosa cared to count its passage based on how many orgasms she’d had. If the Sun had risen in the sky, she wouldn’t have known, the one window in the bedroom blocked out by layers of cum that had started to solidify across its surface. Any phones, watches, or clocks that might have once been functioning lost their purpose, transformed into trash to be disposed of. Her lust-hazed brain couldn’t have guessed if it was the same night or a week from when she’d arrived. There was only the here and now, and what she was doing in her every waking moment.

She’d fucked Miranda and Greg over and over again, alternating between the two once one was refilled. Graciously, Rosa had allowed them to drain first, sometimes aiding them by bringing a foot or closed fist down on their stomachs until she was certain they could handle another insignificant percentage of her load; then, she fucked them. Pushing their prolapsed organs back into their bodies, manhandling them, contorting their bodies to better pleasure her engorged organ. They were never awake long enough to endure a fraction of the fucking, losing consciousness as quickly as they’d come to, the constant, powerful orgasms she forced them to endure melting away any traces of sanity they still possessed.

Fuck, cum, pull out. Fuck, cum, pull out. Fuck, cum, pull out. It was like a physical mantra that controlled her movements, directed her will, guided her existence. She thought of nothing else, her actions automatic and mechanical, perfecting her ability to use others to bring herself to climax until she had it down to a science. The married couple were scarcely aware of what was happening around them, only knowledgeable in the fact that they were fulfilling their singular purpose, the only reason they still drew breath. Whatever Rosa wanted them to do or needed them for, which was just one thing, they did. They did until they couldn’t anymore, and then they did it again .

The bedroom wasn’t a room anymore - it was just a reservoir for Rosa’s bottomless seed with debris floating in it. Absolutely everything had been demolished by her sexual fury, the only things not drifting through the sea of semen the few pieces plastered to the walls. Remnants of the bed frame, posts and the vanity, assorted electronics, clothing - if it had been present in the room at the same time as Rosa, it was now unusable garbage . Even the mattress had sunk to the floor, completely submerged under over a foot of the futa’s liquid progeny, never to be recovered. Nothing was left standing. Nothing was sticking completely out of the vast ocean of cum. Nothing, including Rosa. Nothing…

…except her cock !

Laying in her self-created, pearly pool, Rosa stared up at the ceiling. Fucking Miranda and Greg had lost its appeal, their holes too slack to give the relief she needed; after ever fuck they got looser and looser, their inner muscles finally failing them until they were useless to even the hyper-hung futanari Goddess. But she was still unsatisfied, her cock completely erect and pointing upward, pulsing with the same need it had since it first grew, her balls in the same condition, the inflated globes bobbing in her semen like fleshy buoys - and they weren’t happy either. Her package wasn’t receiving the attention its divine size merited, woefully untouched, unsucked, and unfucked , a state Rosa couldn’t stand by and do nothing about.

Her brain churned with thoughts and ideas on how to find fresh bodies to fuck. There was a whole neighborhood filled with bored housewives and business men, countless couples she could bend to her will. She had other clients she could call up again, something she’d never even consider doing before today, ones who would heed her beckoning. That wasn’t even counting her casual fucking buddies she used in boredom. Different people, different body types, different holes to wreck. So many options, so many choices, so many paths for her to take! In the end, however, there was only one thing she was concerned with, only one thing she needed and one thing alone.

She needed more!