Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

47. An Agreement Gone Wrong

An Agreement Gone Wrong

MisterretsiM

Summary:

A man agrees to an open relationship with his futa wife, and it quickly goes out of control.

FYI: this is about an open relationship that gets out of hand, so the ntr/cheating tags are only partially relevant, and are no longer a part of the story really starting at chapter 3

Notes:

Howdy ya'll! A new story here for you, a one-shot I came up with recently! Contains my usual stuff, although there is a slight return to the ntr/cuck themes. If there's enough interest, I have a 2nd chapter possibly planned for the future. Christmas themed story at the end of the month!

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Chapter 1: Open Relationship Gone Awry

Chapter Text

The gentle morning light peeked through the curtains, waking the slumbering man. His eyelids reluctantly lifted, and he peered partially blinded at the window in annoyance. Shit, if the light was shining into his bedroom like this then he woke up far too early. Groaning softly in annoyance, he opened one eye fully, sacrificing it to the horrors of the sun. Peaking at the digital clock next to his bedside, he confirmed his suspicions: it wasn't even noon yet, which meant he was awake when he didn't need to be. With another groan, he rolled over away from the window, and pulled the thick, tan comforter up to his chin - at least he still had time to try and fall back asleep.

As the comforting, drifting darkness overcame him once more, a distant sound pierced through this veil of peace and quiet. His ears perked slightly as the noise became his focal point of attention. Listening carefully, steadying his breathing and keeping his eyes closed, he tried to make out exactly what it was that was disturbing him. It sounded some kind of thumping or thudding, and was that the sound of a woman's voice he heard? It couldn't have been his wife, she should have already been at work, unless the clock had lied to him about the time. He continued to listen for several minutes, not making out any other sounds except perhaps what sounded like a second voice, also female. Did he get his days mixed up or something?

Ignoring the sounds, the man tried to empty his mind and let the sweet release of sleep take hold of him. Just as he felt like he was finally drifting off once more, a much louder sound pierced his cocoon of warmth, causing his eyes to shoot open. A woman's scream. This time he knew what he heard. Now very much awake, the man threw the blankets off of himself and rolled over, sitting up. Rubbing his face and scratching his short, messy brown hair, he tried to collect himself before he confronted whatever the source of this noise was. He reached down and grabbed the pair of basketball shorts he always wore around the house, and pulled them up around his boxers to his waist. Clad in a plain white wife beater and black shorts, he was as ready as he was ever gonna get.

Standing up, the man began to walk around the bed, his feet padding against the soft white carpet. Reaching the door to the bedroom, he opened it slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. He exited the room, grimacing at the touch of the cold tile floor on his warm bare feet. Closing the door quietly behind him, he walked slowly to the source of the noise. The women's voices and thudding sounds became more clear now that he was out of the bedroom. Making the short trip down the hall, he cautiously poked his head around the corner of the wall, doing his best to scout out what was causing this repetitive noise. As his head made it around the hall, his eyes widened and he let out an involuntary gasp. This was not what he had expected to see.

Several feet in front of him, in the entryway to the house, were 2 women - well, 1 woman and 1 futanari. The futanari, an individual possessing both male and female genitalia while generally presenting as female, was absolutely massive. A long mane of blonde hair, perfectly straight and beautifully golden, trailed down her back and off of her shoulders. Her face was scrunched up in concentration, her deep blues eyes absolutely focused on the woman in front of her. She had a small pointed nose, and large, plush pink lips which were currently pursed together. She was clearly gorgeous, but more draw-dropping than her intense beauty, was the fact that she was completely naked.

A pair of massive breasts stuck out from her chest, lily-white like the rest of her body was. They hung heavily down towards her navel and were currently bouncing steadily against her muscled torso. Capped by large pink nipples, they presented a mouth watering sight to any red-blooded male, or female for that matter. Following her body downward, her fit physique was apparent: her arms were well toned, her back showed the obvious signs of muscle definition and under her jiggling breasts was the clear definition of a 6 pack. Her ass, which was currently resting above her well-defined legs, was incredibly large, more than befitting of her huge frame, and jiggled along with the movements of her body. These movements were caused by her thrusting her cock into a woman who was on all fours in front of her - and what a cock it was.

It stuck out from her groin like a goddamn telephone pole. Even from his position several feet away, the man could see that it was insanely thick. It looked as big as a normal person's entire thigh, although that meant it was still smaller than the futa's own massive tree trunks. It was laced with incredibly thick veins, pulsing pink and purple things that were both long and wider than a normal man's penis. From his profile view of the scene, he could also clearly see the bulging tube of her urethra that hung under her massive shaft, and it was as grotesquely large as the rest of her fuck meat. But her dick wasn't just thick, it was insanely long as well. Despite the fact that she was at least a couple feet away from the woman she was currently pounding into, the futa's cock was still deeply imbedded into the writhing female, and judging by the bulge in her stomach, it looked like at least another foot of unreal cockmeat was buried in her depths, if not more.

The man's shock came at the sight of the coupling rather than the massive futanari; he knew her and her cock well considering that it was his wife, Christie.

"Oh John! Did I wake you up!?" Christie exclaimed in surprise, standing and turning towards her husband. As she stood up on her feet, her incredible size and height became even more apparent. Her body seemed to never end as she rose up and towered over everything around her. Her muscular legs came more into view as she stood, as did her enormous testicles. Like a pair of wrecking balls they swung in their tight sack as she moved, bouncing off her knees and visibly shaking against each other. Each was easily as big as a human's entire head, and their taut container looked absolutely filled to the brim. She was like everything you could want in a perfect woman increased twofold: her breasts, ass, muscles - all of her features, including her terrifying genitalia, were supersized. Speaking of her genitalia, her cock lifted as she went, as did the woman it was still penetrating.

The woman had partially been obscured before by another wall, but now the man, John, could see her clearly. It was their neighbor, Melissa, someone he knew well. But he'd never see her like this. Despite the fact that Christie had stood up fully and let go of Melissa's hips, wide and child-bearing, which fit her well as she had had several already, the woman was lifted up with the futa; it became quickly apparent that she was completely stuck on Christie's cock. Her body sagged towards the floor, slowly sliding off the massive appendage until the giant glans alone were trapped inside of her body. The woman hung limply from the dickgirl's massive shaft, which bent slightly under the weight of lifting an entire person. Once the futa had stood fully, the woman's toes and fingers barely grazed the cold tile, as did her long brown hair. John couldn't see the woman's expression under the curtain her hair provided, but he could clearly imagine exactly what kind of face she was making.

"Um, uh Chris... what's going?" John questioned, still staring in open-faced shock at the sight before him.

"Oh honey I texted you, just like in our agreement!" Christie replied with a knowing look as she flexed her cock, causing the speared woman on the other end of it to rise up and slam into her muscled chest, "Melissa stopped by to drop off some of the tupperware she had borrowed, and well, one thing led to another…"

John's eyes somehow widened even further as he heard this, the shocked expression never leaving his face. The so-called "agreement" his wife mentioned, referred to the arrangement of their marriage. A few months ago, they had both willingly agreed to an open marriage. There were rules of course: they had to at least know the other person or be introduced to them, and they always had to let each other know when they were gonna sleep with someone else. Neither had acted on it at first, but just a couple weeks ago, John had received the first text from his wife letting him know she was gonna be hooking up with one of her friends. At the time he hadn't been too bothered by it, but now seeing it action, in their own home, was like being hit in the face with a ton of bricks.

Chrisie giggled at her last statement, as she used her cock to slam Melissa against her body, causing the woman to sink down its length. John could now clearly see the penetration in action, something that horrified him. The brunette's cunt looked absolutely destroyed, her lips stretched tightly around the mighty shaft penetrating it. There was a clear bulge, a defined outline of his wife's cock, running up from right below her navel to up between her sagging breasts, which had clearly grown large from her multiple pregnancies. Now that her hair was out of her face, John's suspicion at what her face might look like was confirmed: her eyes were rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled studiply out of her mouth, which was leaking a steady stream of drool onto her chest. This woman was being completely wrecked by his wife, who seemed like she had barely exerted any effort.

Seemingly eager to get back to the fucking, Christie reached down and grabbed Melissa by her hips, and began to drag her up and down her cock. She was practically using her like a human fleshlight, pulling her up until just the titanic tip of her dick was still inserted, before slamming her back down, the bulge in her midsection rocketed back up towards her breasts. The futa kept this pace up easily, and began to thrust her cock into the woman as well, her balls slapping loudly against her legs. Christie was so tall that even in her elevated position, the top of Melissa's head only came up to her chin when she was speared with as much giant rod as she was able to take. At one point Christie grunted, and a new large bulge showed through the overfucked woman's skin, before a large river of pearly white cum began to dribble out of the sides of her ruined cunt lips. Melissa also had her own intermittent orgasms, which were always accompanied by a spray of juices that puddled on the floor. This kept up for several minutes before Christie looked at John once more.

"Oh you're still here honey? You might as well go back to bed, I'm gonna be awhile. I haven't even cum once yet."

Grunting, Christie went right back to her intense fucking. Her speed picked up, and she began to really hammer into the poor woman; Melissa would probably never be the same. John was stunned both by his wife's words and her nonchalant attitude. She hadn't orgasmed yet? Then what the hell did she call all the cum that was dripping from her cock and leaking from Melissa's pussy?! And how could she be so cavalier about fucking someone else in front of him? John could feel himself start to get angry. Deciding to do what was best, he slowly began to turn around, before deciding to address his wife.

"Uh, ok sweetie. I'll see you later…"

His wife only grunted in response, totally focused on the fucking she was currently perpetrating. Slinking back to the bedroom, he could hear Christie's animalistic grunts only grow louder and Melissa scream out once more. Not wanting to be a part of this anymore, he closed the door to the bedroom behind him and made his way to the bed. Not even bothering to take off his shorts, he hopped under the covers once more and closed his eyes. Despite the fact that the door was closed, John felt like he could still hear his wife's loud grunts and the slap of her enormous balls against her muscled legs. He scrunched his eyes together and tried to think of anything else. How did his life get like this?"

Well, he knew exactly how.

John had cheated, plain and simple. And while his actions may have been simple, the reasons behind them were more complicated. He loved his wife, he wouldn't have married her otherwise; but love only went so far, and he had banked on it going all the way. They had met each other their freshman year of college, having shared some of the same General Education classes. They had quickly become friends, both having a love of the gym and similar taste in music. And in spite of her enormous stature, or perhaps because of it, John had found himself attracted to her - there was only one problem. One big problem. She was a futanari, and quite a blessed one at that, something John found out far sooner than he was supposed too.

Even when they were still baby-faced freshman, Christie had immediately built up quite the reputation. She turned heads wherever she went, both due to her height and due to her immense beauty. Men were intimidated and terrified of her, especially once the rumor that she was a futanari spread like wildfire. Women… well women were attracted to her, even if they had never shown attraction to female-presenting people before. They seemed to flock to her, whether it be when she walked through campus, or when she was lifting insane amounts of weights at the campus gym. Christie definitely used this attention to her advantage.

John had heard about her being a futanari completely by accident. He had been studying alone in the library next to a gaggle of girls, who were gossiping much louder than they should've been. It was here that John learned everything. Christie was apparently hung enough to put an elephant to shame. Christie could cum over and over again without ever going limp. Christie's first week on campus she fucked an entire sorority house of girls 3 times in one day and was still ready to go again. All of this and more John learned, and he found himself both horrified and aroused. She hid it well, John realized, and that must've been the reason she only wore long dresses or skirts to class, even when it got colder. But to his credit, he never let it affect his friendship with the insatiable futa.

To her credit, Christie never let her many conquests affect the friendship either. She never discussed them, never bragged or rubbed it in his face; she even seemed to do the kind thing and not make moves towards girl's John seemed interested in, at least when they weren't girls she had already personally conquered. As college went by, the companionship between the pair only grew closer, and both found each other feeling something deeper, despite their apprehension at entering a relationship. Christie had never been with a man before, finding herself primarily attracted to women, but found that John was a rare exception; and John's own concerns were obvious: how would he handle being with such a sexual dynamo of a person?

In the end they decided to give it a try. To all the women on campus, it was quite the immense disappointment when the news that Christie had entered a monogamous relationship had spread. John felt like he constantly had eyes on him when they walked together, hand-in-hand or arms interlinked, through campus, and not just because of the envy of every female member of the university; they made quite the couple, with Christie being over half a foot taller than her boyfriend, who wasn't short by any means. But they made it work, and to John's internal delight and Christie's hidden annoyance, they took it slow.

Well, they moved slow for a horny college-aged couple. It was only a couple weeks before they first got hot and heavy, and a particularly steamy make-out session ended with Christie blowing John's own average manhood. It turns out that she was amazing at giving oral, and used those plush lips to quickly bring her boyfriend to orgasm. The next time this happened however, Christie had palmed John's head with one of her massive mits, and tried to lower him down to her own bulging sweatpants. John of course, panicked at this, and made an excuse that he wasn't prepared to make that leap on his end. Being the good girlfriend that she was, Christie was outwardly supportive, despite the fact that her brain screamed at her to be the opposite. When John left, she had flooded the dorm showers in her copious loads, resisting the urge to call one of her many admirers for help.

This became the basis for their relationship. John slowly got used to her being naked around him, her giant penis and immense testicles at first making him very uncomfortable; and while he found he never truly got used to it, his girlfriend had many other alluring features for him to focus on. They would have sex, Christie of course being on the receiving end, and while she would orgasm from her pussy, her dick was always left painfully erect. John had tried to at least give her a handjob, but his reluctant, half-hearted stroking never did much for her. This meant that she either had to try to will her penis soft, or excuse herself to the bathroom after John was done. It seemed to be the only hang up, the only sore subject in their relationship - the rest seemed nearly perfect.

They did everything together, and it never got stale. They would go to the movies, always sitting in the back so that Christie's massive form didn't block the screen for other people - this also made it convenient when they felt like locking lips more than watching the screen. Going to the bookstore, eating out at restaurants, walking through the park together - they were practically picturesque regardless of the oddity of their pairing. Hell, they even helped each other study, despite the fact that they were in 2 completely different majors, and would often walk each other to class when they could. All in all, they really made a perfect couple except for in that one private area, although they both told themselves it was still good.

After college they had done the logical thing and got a place together. Both went into their studied professions, John going into teaching while Christie started a mid-level office job. Life continued for the pair, but things were growing worse behind closed doors. Christie had grown understandably frustrated with their sex life: it had now been years since she had fucked anything with her cock, and the most John had offered her was a lame attempt at oral that didn't even get her close. He had refused any kind of backdoor play, even when she had tried to insert a single finger while blowing him he freaked out on her. So they were at a standstill: John wasn't willing to change and Christie continued to insist he pay more attention to her cock. Sex still occurred, but it was becoming less frequent and less enjoyable for both of them, and the resentment began to seep into other areas of the relationship.

In a last ditch effort to save their failing relationship, something both knew was happening, John had gone out and bought a ring. He had wanted to propose to her for a while now, but had been scared to as things had been steadily going downhill. But this would be his Hail Mary. One night after a wonderful dinner and walk in the park, while the pair were illuminated by a glowing full moon, he got down on one knee and popped the question. Christie was elated. They were engaged. Things got better for a bit as they planned the wedding - even the sex got better for awhile, with John trying to put more effort into pleasing his bride-to-be's behemoth, even if he still wouldn't let her near his ass. The planning went as well as anyone could help. The wedding was beautiful. The honeymoon was a magical affair, filled with romantic gestures and long nights alone. It seemed like everything was going perfectly.

Then something else changed; John lost his job. It wasn't his fault, he was a good teacher by any of the faculties standards, but there were predictable budget cuts and he was first on the chopping block. The school promised him that if things got better, they would contact him, but John didn't have high hopes. His mood soured as he hopelessly, at least that's how it felt, looked for another teaching job. With every rejection and unanswered email that piled up, his mood only worsened; and with his worsening mood, all the progress from before seemed to unravel. Despite his continued protests at being penetrated, John had started using his hands and mouth more enthusiastically, his desire to please his wife stronger than the fear he felt at touching her male genitalia. Hell, he had even managed to bring her to orgasm several times, his more enthused ministrations causing her to shower inhuman amounts of cum over the pair during sex. It had caught him by surprise, but he felt proud of himself for finally getting his wife off, even her powerful orgasm scared him. But all of this quickly faded away.

Even when John finally found a new job, although it wasn't in teaching, things still didn't improve. He had gone back to bartending, something he had gained experience in during his later years of college. It wasn't his dream job by any means, but it helped him pay his share of the bills and catch up on the small amount of debt he had accumulated. In reality, he often made better money than he did teaching, but he didn't go into teaching for the money. Bartending was fine, though it wasn't his dream job; but he kept at it while still looking for another job as a teacher. There was one perk, however, of his new job - the women.

Being a bartender meant John always had women coming up with him to flirt, despite the shiny ring on his finger. He had no doubt that many were looking for free drinks or discounts, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the attention. Besides, while he was often outshined by his stunner of a wife, he wasn't bad looking by any means. Even if he didn't attend the gym as much as he used too, he was still in decent shape, and his muscled forearms showed it. He had nice white straight teeth, deep brown eyes and short brown hair that he kept just long enough to style in a messy, cute way. His only truly outstanding flaw was a noticeably, naturally crooked nose, a feature that unfortunately ran in his family; however, it was often more of a positive for the young man as it made him stand out a bit more from his peers. By no means was he a young Brad Pitt or anything of the sort, but he was attractive nonetheless.

This is where his downfall occurred. The new job, the strained marriage, the countless women who flirted with him on a weekly basis: it all accumulated together during one particular week just a few months prior. A busty, black-haired woman had slipped him her number while she was paying; she had spent all night bent over the bar, her breasts practically threatening to spill over her top, talking to him. He had casually mentioned that he was married, but that didn't stop her. John pocketed the napkin almost mindlessly, and rediscovered it the next day when he was getting ready for work. This temptation went ignored for a whole week, before he finally gave in and texted her.

John shot her a simple message introducing himself. He tried to keep it simple, telling himself he was just being nice. Well she had other plans and amped it up almost immediately. Flirty texts, teasing pictures, innuendos - her intentions were clear. John resisted for almost an entire week before he gave in, and they met up one night after he got off work. He did the smart thing and went to her place, telling Christie he was going out with some coworkers. It was an awesome night. Finally he was able to fuck someone who did have a dick magnitudes bigger than his. The woman, Raven, wasn't as sexy as his wife, but she was certainly someone to shake a stick at that's for sure. John didn't return home until the morning, when Christie had already gone off to work.

Obviously she found out. John had felt guilty, and tried to cut off contact with Raven, keeping their steamy affair to a one-night rendezvous. She had continued to text him, and one morning his wife saw. There was screaming. There were tears. There were many cold nights on the couch. After over a week of being given the silent treatment and cold shoulder, Christie sat down with him and they talked. They talked a lot. After hours of discussions, they came to a somewhat mutual agreement that they'd try an open relationship, to John's reluctance and Christie's barely hidden glee. Things slowly went back to normal after that, although they never reached the pre-firing happiness the couple experienced. It was months before Christie had acted on it, while John didn't dare and try to compromise the marriage he had almost ruined.

These were the thoughts, the memories, the regrets, that flowed through John's mind as he tried to fall back asleep. Hell, he had had these thoughts nearly every day since their open relationship began. They kept him up and they dragged him down; many a night he lay awake, his mind too active to actually allow him rest. He would turn over and stare at his gorgeous giant of a wife, and wonder why he couldn't be better for her. This morning seemed like it was gonna be more of the same, and John existed in a kind of pseudo half-sleep, never fully succumbing to tiredness, even when the house finally went silent.

2 separate alarms blared simultaneously, shaking John from his partial unconsciousness. He rolled over and slammed his hand on the digital clock on his night stand, and then quickly moved to grab his phone. Turning the second alarm off, the duo wake-up calls being a leftover from his college days, he unlocked his phone and rolled back over. Ah, there was the text from Christie, that just read 'Melissa the neighbor', she had said she sent him earlier. There was nothing else from her, and as John stared at the text message he realized something: wasn't Melissa married?! He was sure he had met her husband at least once before. This realization caused a feeling of anger to boil within his stomach at his wife's own apparent hypocrisy.

Shaking his head, he threw the covers over himself and started to get prepared for the day. He still had a couple hours before he needed to head over to the bar, but he liked to take his time. Plodding over to the master bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went, he went about his daily routine. As he got out of the shower and gave himself a quick shave, he stared at his towel-clad form for a couple minutes in the mirror. Maybe he should try and hit the gym more, he was getting flabbier than he was comfortable with - maybe he could use it to try and help repair his relationship with Christie. They hadn't been together in ages. Walking back into the bedroom, he sat on the side of the bed and grabbed his phone.

Holding it up to his face, his eyes went wide at seeing a new text from his wife. The entire message fit in the preview, and this one read 'Carol - my boss. I'll explain in a minute'. Her boss?! John stared incredibly confused at the message, rereading it several times. He had met her boss briefly once over a year ago at a corporate holiday party she had dragged him too. John didn't remember her well - brunette, a bit on the older side, a fat ass? He was pretty sure he remembered that last part, and it might've been the only thing he remembered correctly. Momentarily distracted in his reminiscence, it took John a minute to realize had received a new message. It was a… video message?

With an audible gulp, John opened the message and played the video.

"Hi honey!" Christie's chipper voice rang through the video as the camera focused on her face. She looked like she normally did, her deep blue eyes staring directly into the screen. Her blonde haired framed her face so nicely, and her plump lips always looked so enticing. God she had such a cute, small nose - probably the only small part of her. Man, his wife was hot. The camera was pointed towards Christie's upper body, and he could see was dressed smartly as usual; although that didn't stop her massive breasts from tenting out the tops of her blouse.

"Let me explain what's happening!"

Christie seemed to struggle with the phone in her hand for a moment, before the video refocused and aimed downwards. John had to steady his hand as it began to shake at what he saw. The view of the camera was, from what John could guess, in front of Christie's massive mammaries, and angled down towards her crotch. She was bottomless, and her monstrous meat pole was jutting out from her groin, completely hard. Despite the camera phone quality, John could make out every detail, from the spiderweb of criss-crossing angry veins, to the not-so-subtle tremble of her cock that came from every beat of her heart. Following this inhuman appendage up from his wife's hairless crotch, something else entered the frame about halfway up this behemoth, at least John assumed it was halfway. There at the edge of the frame was a pair of pale, jiggling ass cheeks, and especially fat ones at that, barely covering the sight of a brutally stretched pair of cunt lips.

The camera shook once more and aimed slightly upward, giving John the full image. It looked like they must have been in her boss's, Carol's, office, and Christie had her bent over the desk. Carol was also still wearing the upper half of her outfit, a drab beige affair from what John could tell, but was completely naked from the waist down. John's wife had a handful of her boss's hair wrapped around her free hand, and her back was arched as his wife used her immense strength to pull her head backward. As the camera steadied, his wife began to pump her once-still hips into the woman, immediately drawing muffled moans from the woman. She turned back to look at Christie, and John could see that a pair of panties that were far too-small to be the futa's were stuffed inside of her mouth.

"You see John," his wife started, grunting as she began to pick up the speed of her pumps, "I got to work a bit late due to… well you know why. And even though I've worked a lot of overtime this week, Carol here decided to call me into the office to chew me out!"

"Ooh yeah that's a tight fucking cunt!" Christie growled, interrupting her own story. Her hips really started to pick up the pace, and John could hear the microphone on the phone pick up a loud slamming sound. The futa's hand lost its steadiness for a second and pointed back down, giving John a full view of her cock absolutely destroying her boss; her lips looked like they would split open at any moment and it appeared as though Christie had managed to fit even more of her insane length into the woman. John quickly found out what the sound of that slamming noise was, as he could see his wife's bloated balls, which somehow looked even bigger than they had this morning, slam into the desk with every thrust. Fuck, he thought he could even see cracks start to show in the wood.

"Sorry, anyway, so she's chewing me out, telling me that even though I think I'm so good at my job and that I think I work so hard, I still have to abide by company policy - oh yeah you like that slut?!" Christie practically shouted, really hammering away at her boss who was now practically screaming into her pantie-stuffed mouth, "and I just lost my temper. I told her I'd show her why I was late and I fucking slammed my cock down on her desk!"

Another loud, muffled scream from Carol temporarily interrupted her story, and John could see why: she was cumming. Her pussy look liked it was doing its best to tighten around the steel-hard rod currently stretching it, and then a blast of girlcum rocketed out from every part of her stretched cunt. The clear juices splattered on the floor, Christie's dick, and both of their legs - really anything in its path got drenched. John could hear Christie laugh in the background, her pace picking up once more. Her brutal fucking continued for several more minutes before the futa spoke once more.

"Yeah cum on my cock again you greedy bitch!" she growled and then paused for another minute, "oh yeah, sorry John. Anyway so I slammed my dick on her desk and she stopped talking. Can't say I didn't miss that feeling! Well that's the story baby - this wasn't planned. But, I'm getting close so I'll let you g- oh yeah bitch get ready- love you."

With this last grunt the video ended. Much like in the morning, John's mouth was completely dropped in astonishment. His hands dropped to his lap, and he stared vacantly at the carpeted floor in front of him. Was this what his wife was really like? John had never known her sexual side when they were both single, and now he was getting his first taste. He had thought the rumors from before were just that - rumors. Some exaggeration mixed in with truth. But now having seen his wife in action twice today, which was twice more than he had the entire time they'd known each other, he was starting to wonder if the rumors had downplayed what a sexual monster she was. As he continued to contemplate this bevy of new information, his phone buzzed loudly in his hand.

He didn't even want to look at it and see what notification could have popped up; but his curiosity got the best of him. Slowly, he lifted his phone back up to his face, and looked at what it could be now: a picture message from his wife. Another gulp and another slide of his thumb and the message was opened. John closed his eyes almost instinctively, like his body was trying to save him from something he wasn't ready to see. Peeling his eyes open, he focused on the picture, and let out a gasp - it felt like his umpteenth of the day.

What the picture showed was the aftermath of the video he had just witnessed. It was taken from his wife's perspective, the angle being fairly high up in the air. On the ground in front of her was her boss, who looked barely recognizable from the video he had watched just a few minutes earlier. She was lying on what looked like the broken remains of her desk, on top of her ballooned, giant stomach - it was hard to tell considering everything had been painted white. Carol, the remnants of the desk, the floor, even the walls he could barely see were all covered in cum. John could only guess that Christie's boss's stomach had been blown up so much by this insane amount of seed; her now-cavernous cave of a cunt that looked to have a waterfall of cum pouring from it gave credence to this theory.

It was insane. John felt like he was going insane. How could one human produce so much sperm!? It was everywhere in the picture. The ground was completely covered, and it looked more than an inch deep! Was this just from one orgasm?! John had made her cum before during sex, and he thought the amount she had ejaculated then was ridiculous, but it couldn't even compare to what he was seeing now. Carol was borderline unrecognizable under all the off-white sludge and she looked like she had swallowed a beach ball with how big her stomach had grown! What was going on?!

The message was captioned simply, 'I think she learned her lesson'.

Completely dumbfounded, John texted a simple 'I love you too' back and threw his phone onto the bed. He continued to sit there, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist, for several more minutes, staring off into space. This was a lot to process. Unfortunately, he did have to get on with his day. Standing up, he walked over to the closet and started to put his work uniform on, along with some underwear and socks. A simple black polo with the bar logo emblazoned on the breast and a pair of blue jeans was about as much as his uniform consisted of. After checking himself in the closet door mirror and giving his brown hair a good ruffling, he grabbed his phone from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

As John walked down the hall, he was temporarily filled with dread, the memories of earlier flooding into his mind. He stopped before the turn into the entrance and took a deep breath; he was being silly. That was earlier and this was now. Besides, it already felt like an eternity ago, like a distant memory. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Pulling out his phone, he looked down and started to check his social media sites as he rounded the corner. After a few steps, his foot landed in something wet. And warm. And sticky. Stopping in his tracks, he looked up from his phone and nearly yelled in shock.

Recoiling at what he saw, John stumbled backward and slipped, landing hard on his ass. The entire entry was flooded with cum, and there laying up against the wall, was Melissa. Melissa was still here, looking barely conscious, with an incredibly bloated stomach; fuck, she looked like she was 9 months pregnant with twins, and she was absolutely drenched in still-wet semen. The floor was completely covered, and John could see the pool of cum seeped towards the other side of the entryway, into the kitchen and living room. All of this was leftover, the ocean of cum and the overfilled, unconscious, ruined woman from Christie's coitus from hours ago. As John stared at the horrific aftermath in front of him, Melissa's whole body trembled and she let out a slurred moan, followed by a mass of cum flowing from her cunt and small spray of juices that splattered into the pool of cum in front of her. Jesus, she was still cumming.

Getting his bearings, John reached over and removed his cum-soiled socks. Throwing them to the side, he stood up and retreated back to the bedroom. Sitting back on the bed, he stared at the ground as he attempted to come up with a plan; the now cum-flooded entry was the only way out of the house, as it also blocked his path to the backdoor as well. Realizing he had no choice but to walk through the swamp of sludge, he came up with a plan. Walking into the closet once more, he grabbed another pair of socks and a towel. While he originally had planned to eat something in the kitchen before he left, he hadn't bothered to grab his keys or wallet, so he made sure to pocket those as well. He exited the bedroom once again.

Now knowing what to expect, John turned the corner of the hall more cautiously. Once again he was faced with a barrier of semen, one he would have to walk through if he wanted to leave. Standing on his toes, socks in one hand and a towel in the other, he made several long, careful strides through the cum, the warm goo sinking between his toes. Opening the door careful, he stepped out, glad he didn't slip in the viscous liquid. Closing the door behind him, he reached down and cleaned his feet of the residual cum, and tossed the towel to the side. After some careful hopping, he put on his socks and shoes, which he mercifully usually left outside due to the fact that working at a bar often meant they got disgusting. Now, he was ready to go about his day.

After stopping for some fast food and eating in the parking lot of the restaurant, he made his way to work. John decided that he would try and clock in early - even being at work was better than being at home today. The drive was fairly uneventful and he hadn't received any new texts from his wife, something that he was thankful for. Pulling up the bar, John saw it was mostly empty, which was normal owing to the early hour. John decided to kill a bit more time in his car before going in, which amounted to nothing more than fiddling around on his phone and listening to some music. When it was only half an hour before his scheduled time, he got out of his car and waltzed over to the bar.

The first couple hours of work were predictably boring and slow. John was able to clock in early, and he spent most of the time getting himself prepared for the night: grabbing fresh bottles, cleaning glassware, filling ice - the usual. The rest of the time he spent chatting with his fellow bartender and the waitresses that worked the floor, in between making drinks and getting ignored by the regulars who sat at the bartop to watch the TV. One waitress in particular, Megan, was particularly chatty, and since her section was the closest to the actual bar, she spent a good portion of her time talking to John. This was fairly a common occurrence, and John never minded considering Megan was quite the looker.

The waitress was what John considered a stereotypical bar server, the kind he had seen plenty of in the several establishments he had worked at in his young adult life; that being said, that definitely wasn't a bad thing. She had a gorgeous mane of red hair that contrasted exotically with her more tanned complexion. Megan was short but possessed certain assets that would've been much more appropriate on a larger woman. Both her breasts and her ass bulged out obscenely in her work uniform, a black tank top and matching black shorts. She definitely picked a uniform that was just slightly too small - her tits always looked ready to spill out of the low-cut top and her jiggling cheeks just barely poked out of her bottoms. Needless to say, she did very well when it came to tips, something else John didn't mind since some were always funneled his way.

Today was like any other day at work for John. He was pouring a couple cheap beers while Megan leaned over the bar chatting with him, complaining about her bad taste in men and difficulties in dating. John had heard plenty of this from her, and it seemed like practically every week she went from being totally in love with a man she just met, to calling him a scumbag and talking about what a piece of shit he was. John found it amusing, not that he had much choice - the personal drama of the people he worked with was often the only thing that passed the time on these slow shifts. The sound of the front door shutting momentarily stopped the redhead's complaining, as she turned around to see who was coming in.

"Hey John, isn't that your wife?"

John almost dropped the glass he was filling when he heard Megan's words. Catching himself, he finished filling the beer before turning around and setting it on the counter. Closing his eyes for a second, he smiled and looked up to confirm it was indeed his wife; and it was. She was walking over to the bar, clearly turning the heads of everyone around her. Eyes were on not only her incredible height, but her incredible swaying ass, and incredible bouncing breasts, which always seem to jiggle and move enticingly no matter how strong of a bra she wore. Catching his eye, she smiled back at him as she walked over, and quickly reached the bar top, taking a seat on one of the stools that looked far too small from her massive frame.

She was dressed smartly, having obviously come over straight from work. Her simple white blouse strained against her enormous bust, the buttons looking like they were gonna pop off at any moment. Christie wore a long grey skirt that went down nearly to her ankles, hugging her thighs and butt quite tightly, and her large feet were encased in a pair of heels which added to her already intimidating height. John thought his wife looked professional and gorgeous, and he never got tired of staring at her; in fact, he continued to stare, smiling, for several moments before his wife spoke up.

"Hi honey, wanna make me drink?"

"Of course love," John said smiling, before reaching under the bar and grabbing the liquors to his wife's favorite cocktail - a nice Negroni with an extra pour of sweet vermouth, "I'm surprised to see you here."

"Well you know," she said smiling as she watched her husband make the drink, stir it, and place it infront of her, "I did have a long day."

"O-oh of course," John replied awkwardly, taking note of his wife's knowing smile.

Before either could continue the conversation, Megan bounded back up, her breasts bouncing as she moved. The married couple both got an eyeful as she did, and John noticed a quick lick of the lips from his wife. Smiling at both of them, Megan turned to John and told him what she needed for her order. Turning around, John began to pour the beers and listened to the 2 ladies introduce themselves. He placed the drinks on the counter, and silently observed his wife and Megan.

"So like, how long have you guys been married?"

"Oh almost 2 years now," Christie replied, and then gave John a certain look, "it's been quite the adventure."

"That's so cool! I wish I could get a relationship like that! You guys make such a cute couple!"

Christie chuckled and John just smiled. He moved to the other end of the bar as another patron sat down. The next hour or so went much the same, Christie and Megan doing most of the talking as John poured drinks and interjected here and there. John felt more at ease as the time passed - it almost felt like how things were after they had first got married. After a while, Megan came up once more but this time she took off her server apron and set it on the bar, taking a minute to quickly check her phone.

"John I'm gonna be in the bathroom if any of my customers come looking for me." the waitress said, something that happened several times through the day which only drew a grunt of confirmation from the bartender.

"I'll go with you! Those drinks went right through me!"

John watched as his wife stood up and walked with his coworker to the restroom, chatting the entire way; he, of course, took his time watching the very blessed pair walk away, their cheeks bouncing obscenely with every step. Going back to what he was supposed to be doing, meaning not ogling his wife and coworker, he greeted a new person who sat at the bar and took their order. The bar started to pick up a bit, and John found himself finally busy for the first time since he had arrived. Minutes passed and the brown haired bartender found himself too preoccupied with his guests to wonder where his wife and coworker were. Before truly realizing that any time at all had passed, his wife walked back up and leaned over the bar, the eyes of every man there falling on her.

"Hey honey, I'm gonna head out! I'll make sure to clean up when I get home. Love you, I'll see you in a bit!"

She blew him a kiss and walked off, John giving her a wave as he tried to maintain some professionalism. Several of the older gentlemen sitting at his bar made comments after his wife walked away; some were complimentative, some joking, and other crass and inappropriate. Luckily, John was used to such comments. After chuckling and brushing the comments off, he went back to work; several more minutes passed before he was interrupted once again. Another waitress came up, a leggy blonde, and tapped on the bar to get his attention.

"John, do you know where Megan went? A bunch of her tables are looking for her."

"Oh last I saw she went to the… bathroom." John replied, taking a pause between the last 2 words. No. No, she couldn't have. Without even having to go and look, John felt like he could piece together what had happened. How long had they been gone? He thought back to the moment when his wife left. She came out of the bathroom alone. Her cheeks were flush. Her hair and clothes were a bit ruffled. Oh god, she had licked her lips when she first laid eyes on Megan. There was no way. John coughed, regaining his composure.

"Hey, go take Megan's tables and her section while I find out where she is. If she complains just send her to me."

Hardly finishing this last statement, John called out to his own customers at the bar to let them know he'd be right back, and rushed off to the restroom. Knocking on the women's bathroom door first, he waited for a response before he barged in. Making sure to close the door behind him, he looked around wildly, before his eyes recognized something: a puddle of white was seeping from under the far stall. John's breath caught in his throat, and he walked over quickly, opening the door hastily.

The scene in front of him was one that was quickly becoming familiar to the shocked man. Sitting on top of the toilet's tank was the missing waitress, completely and utterly sexually obliterated. Megan's face and hair were plastered with thick, heavy semen, masking her features entirely. John could just barely make out some kind of cloth sticking out her mouth - probably her underwear. Her top and black bra were pulled up over her large breasts, which in addition to being covered in semen, hung heavily on top of a soaked, bloated, absolutely gravid stomach. Her overfilled stomach hung down between her splayed legs, on one of which her shorts hung off of, and nearly touched the top of the toilet bowl. Speaking of the toilet bowl, it was filled to the absolute brim with piss, the acrid scent of which began to invade and burn his nostrils.

Despite the fact that this was the third time John had witnessed such a scene today, it still shocked and horrified him. Everything about this screamed excess and destruction. From the cum-coated walls and stall, to the urine flowing out over the toilet bowl onto the floor and mixing with the cum that soaked the tile. John could see cum leaking from under Megan's sagging stomach from what he could only assume was her ruined cunt. The brain-dead redhead's midsection was so bloated, it covered the top of her thighs, and still every inch of it was painted white. John, still floored, could see that cum was beginning to flood into the next stall over, there was so much of it covering the ground. How could one human do all of this?!

Taking a moment to gather himself, John started to think. He needed to be quick. There was nothing he could do for Megan right now, and she didn't seem like she needed the help anyway - at least if she was anything like Melissa. Grabbing his work keys from his pocket, John practically sprinted over to the bathroom counter and unlocked the cabinet below it. Searching for a minute, he found an out of order sign and pulled it out. Still moving quickly, he exited the bathroom and hung the sign on the door; this should at least keep people away for the rest of the night. John began to move back towards the bar, calling the waitress he spoke to earlier over to him.

"Hey, something happened in the women's bathroom and it flooded. Megan got covered so she went home. I'll call the plumber when things start to settle down."

The woman nodded in confirmation and went back to waiting on her tables, with John following suit. Once he was behind the bar again, he tried to shove the whole thing out of his mind as he worked. The hours passed and as the establishment got closer to closing, last call having already been called, John took a minute to check his phone. There it was. There was the text from Christie, one that simply read 'Megan'. Jesus. Despite deciding to fuck the girl half to death at his place of work, she still stuck to the rules. Shaking his head and sighing, John went back to work, and began to clean up, finishing his tasks for the night.

As the last of the other waitresses and the couple cooks who worked there left, leaving John alone, he heard a noise come from the bathrooms. Slowly walking over, John stopped as he watched the women's bathroom door open slowly; out came Megan, stomach still bloated, although much less so, and still covered in now-dried cum. She stared up at John, her eyes lidded over heavily; John stared back and noticed, thankfully, that she had put her clothes on, although not very well. One of her dark nipples hung out over the hem of her top, which was still pushed up by her pregnant looking stomach, and her shorts looked like they were on backwards. The pair stood staring at each other for a very long minute before John finally spoke up.

"Uh… Megan? Are you okay? Are you okay to get home?"

"Um," she started, taking a lengthy pause, "John… your wife…"

"Yes, I know."

"Ok. Uh. I think I can get home."

Without another word, she walked past John, dripping cum as she went. John didn't watch her this time, but he heard her leave and the door close behind her. Clenching his fists, he stood still and took some deep breaths. Well, looks like he was gonna have to remop the floors. A short while later, John finally finished up, grabbed his keys, and made sure to leave a note for the morning manager that something happened in the bathroom, although he obviously made something up. Locking up, he checked his phone once more, and was once more relieved that he had no new texts from his wife. Getting in his car, he sped home, ready to put this whole day behind him.

Pulling up to the house, John went to park in the street in the front, but another car was in his usual spot. Abnormal, but not unheard of, John didn't think anything of it and pulled up to another spot and parked a little further away. Getting out of his car, he leisurely strolled towards the house, ready to hit the hay. Yawning as he got close to the front door, John stopped moving suddenly. Letting out a large breath, he remembered that Christie said she would clean up her… mess, before she left the bar. Rubbing his head, he yawned again as he got close to the front door. Kicking off his shoes and pulling out his house keys, he put his hand on the knob.

Before he unlocked the front door, noises from inside the house captured John's attention. Moaning. Screaming. Grunting. Jesus Christ, was his wife fucking Melissa again? Hands shaking, John stood there for a moment as he listened, the sounds not letting up. After several attempts, he managed to unlock the door despite his trembling fingers, and entered the house. True to her word, John saw that his wife had indeed cleaned up the entryway; there was no cum anywhere, or any unconscious, bloated women. However, the sexual sounds were much clearer this time. Trying to save himself some time, John pulled out his phone - no new messages from Christie. Maybe she was just watching porn. Practically dragging his feet, John made his way to the source of the perverse cacophony, which sounded as though it was coming from the living room. John turned the corner to the living room, and almost fell to his knees in distress.

Christie was ramming her mega cock in and out of another woman. She was sitting on the couch, her wide form taking up nearly 2 whole cushions worth of space, and she had her hands wrapped around the waist of the person she was fucking. Using her body like her own personal fleshlight, she fucked her up and down on her cock, solely using her muscular arms to manhandle the much smaller woman. The woman's face was partially obscured by her long black hair, but John could see the same look on her face as everyone else Christie had fucked today: her eyes were rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open stupidly. She possessed her own pair of fat tits, which collided with the bulge of his futa wife's cockhead that protruded though her skin every time she was speared downwards. He wanted to fall to his knees and cry, because he recognized this woman. He knew this woman.

He knew her, because the woman was Raven.

"Oh hey honey I didn't see you there," his wife called over after several more minutes of hard fucking, her head turning towards him, "sorry I didn't text you, this was kind of unexpected."

"Chris… what, what's going on?"

"Sorry," his wife grunted, focusing back on her intense coitus, "she came over right after I finished cleaning up. Took me by surp- oh yeah you like my cock you fucking slut?! Took me by surprise. Said she wanted to talk about what happened. And well, one thing led to another…"

The futa trailed off, and continued pumping the barely-conscious woman up and down her cock, not that she had ever stopped. A stream of grunts and curses flowed from Christie's mouth, and the speed of her fucking only intensified. John could see the tell tale signs of Raven cumming, although it was on another level then when he had made her orgasm. Her cunt convulsed around Christie's massive meat pole and sprayed a long jet of girl cum that splashed against his naked wife's titantic tits and chiseled abs. The massive futa let out a triumphant laugh at her newest conquests spasming pussy, and began to thrust her hips. Her behemoth was absolutely wrecking the dark-haired girl's cunt, and John could see the outline move up between her breasts towards her neck. Despite the fact that Raven was literally filled to the brim with thigh-thick dickmeat, John could clearly see that there was still at least a couple feet worth of pulsing shaft still sticking out from her abused cunt.

"Christie what is this?!" John questioned, exasperated, "all of this?! How can you… so much in one day?"

"Oh John, sweetie, you don't understand do you?" Christie replied, never taking her eyes off the woman she was currently impaling, "this is how I am. This is how I was before we started dating. Well, actually, this isn't even close to how I was."

"Fuck yeah. Squirt on my cock again you fucking whore!" Christie shouted, momentarily pausing her explanation.

"I'm sure you heard the rumors when we were in college together - hell, even I heard the rumors about me, and I can tell you that they weren't even close to the truth, John. On an average day, I would have sex probably 20 times, and that's a low estimate. Almost every time you saw me in class or when I would come over to your dorm to study, I had just finished having sex a few minutes earlier. Random girls in the bathroom, roommates, professors - it didn't matter; chances are if they went to the college I was fucking them!"

Stopping her explanation once again, Christie returned her full focus to Raven. John watched intently, almost mesmerized but the sexual storm in front of him, tears welling in his eyes. He could hear a loud smacking sound, and could see that as Christie thrusted, her balls, which looked like they had grown even larger than when he had seen them in the video of her fucking her boss, were raising high up with every thrust, before falling back down and slamming into the front of the couch. They were bigger than watermelons, easily, and her sack looked stretched taut by their massive girth. Raven's ruined cunt was expelling a different kind of liquid at this point as well, a much thicker, much whiter liquid. Christie's prodigious seed was splashing onto both of their bodies, soaking the couch and puddling on the floor beneath them.

"Do you remember my roommate, Jennifer? The one who dropped out?" Christie asked, turning her head back towards her husband, "I might have been the reason she dropped out. I started fucking her the day I moved in, and usually I would fuck her a few times a day. When I woke up, in between classes, before dinner, after studying, in the showers, before bed… maybe more than just a few times. I guess it was too much for her. To be fair, it must be hard to go to class when you're filled with sperm!"

Christie laughed at this last comment, showing no sympathy for her former fuck buddy. Speaking of being filled with sperm, Raven's stomach had been steadily expanding from Christie's constantly leaking cock. She already looked close to being fully pregnant, and the futa hadn't even truly cum yet. Christie's hips were practically a blur at this point, and the mix of noise from her monumental jizz tanks slamming into the couch, and the constantly schlorping noises from Raven's leaking, stretched cunt, were creating a perverse backdrop for the brutal fucking. Both women at this point had been soaked from their combined juices, but this seemed to only embolden the futa further, and she somehow managed to fuck the former home-wrecker even harder.

"Remember Dr. Ashworth, our biology professor?" Christie asked John casually, now fully ignoring her husband's slowly deteriorating state, "and remember that time she missed a week of class and gave everyone a perfect score on our tests? Might've been my fault too. I went into her office one night to ask her a question, and instead I ended up breaking her desk and flooding her office - kinda like what I did to my boss today. Probably ruined her for her husband too but whatever, she was a fucking MILF!"

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Christie yelled cutting off her pornographic reminiscences, her hips and Raven now practically one big blur as she pistoned her hips upward while pulling the busty woman's body down with every thrust. In an instant, she stopped moving, and John watched his wife have a real orgasm for the first time in his life. Her cock somehow grew even bigger, widening noticeably and stretching Raven's cunt out to the tearing point; her cock also lengthened, but because her beast was already embedded inside of her womb as far as it could go, it just lifted Raven higher up. His wife practically roared her yell was so bestial, and the pair stopped moving all at once.

Raven's stomach tripled in size in seconds. She passed looking like she was pregnant in moments, and she ballooned forward, her skin nearly pressing into Christie's massive tits. Despite the intense inflation occurring, gallons of cum poured from the corners of Raven's brutally widened cunt, slathering Christie's cum cannon and everything around the pair in thick seed. Lost in the throes of her orgasm, the massive futa let go of her human onahole; Raven shot off her cock like a rocket and landed on the floor with a loud splash. Realizing her cock was no longer sheathed in the warm confines of another slut, Christie grabbed the bucking beast by its base and stood up, aiming downward.

John felt truly broken. He hadn't married a human, he had married a demon. Now that his wife's cock was out in the open, John realized something new: he had never seen her cock truly erect. It stood up like a monolith, curving up over a foot past his wife's head. It looked… god it looked like it was more than half - no more than 2/3rd's as tall as Christie, and she was a giant of a woman. The girth was ridiculous, somehow even looking bigger than all the times he had seen it inside of someone. Her dark red cockhead looked bigger than her own head. The gaping hole of her urethra blasted out an unending stream of cum that splattered against the ceiling, before she managed to shove it downward.

The stream still hadn't stopped, and now it was aimed directly at Raven. The dark haired, filled-to-bursting woman had rolled over onto her stomach as she landed, her arms and legs splayed out over her bean bag chair sized stomach, and her ass pointed upward towards Christie. She was covered instantaneously by the awesome appendage pointed at her, her body becoming unrecognizable under the layers of cum. Her gaping cunt, which was gushing a seemingly never ending waterfall of cum, was hit as well, causing the cum to shoot back up into her womb. Christie's orgasm lasted for minutes, and she piled layers of layers of thick white sludge onto Raven's unconscious form. Cum got everywhere, hitting the ceiling and the walls from the sheer force of the splattering, and the living room floor was quickly covered in an inch-deep lake of virile semen.

"So you see John," Christie panted as she tried to catch her breath, "this is the real me. This is the person I kept hidden for all these years, even when you betrayed me. And now with our new agreement, I finally get to let her back out. I can't believe you never realized it when we were just friends. Why do you think none of the girls in class would give you the time of the day? Why do you think I would take so long in the locker room at the gym? Why do you think I seemed to pass so many of my classes so effortlessly? It's because of this!"

Christie punctuated this statement by grabbing her cock, shaking it up and down, sending baseball size drops of cum flying around the room. John got an eyeful of her balls as well, which now nearly touched the ground even in her fully upright state, the cum factories having grown even larger after her orgasm ended. Bending over, she pressed one of her enormous hands onto Raven's back, and pushed down. The cum that had been pouring from her massively gaped cunt instead jettisoned out, soaking Christie's legs and the couch behind her. Once she was deflated to the futa's satisfaction, Christie grabbed her, a leg in each hand and lifted her up. Raising her high, she speared her onto her pillar of fuckmeat, causing Raven to awaken with a loud scream, followed by a geyser of girlcum shooting from her pussy. John's wife once again began to fuck his ex-lover, having not lost a bit of steam.

"I gave it all up for you John, because I loved you, and now I don't have to give it up anymore." She said somewhat sadly, looking at her husband, before smirking once more, "although it looks like I might not have had to give it up, judging by the stain on your pants."

Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, John looked down; his wife was right, there was a noticeable stain on the front of his jeans. He had orgasmed without touching himself - all it took was finally witnessing his wife's utter dominance over another human being for it to happen. Looking back up at his wife, John wanted to say something, anything to her, but he couldn't find the words. Christie was no longer looking back up at him, instead focused on fucking the life out of Raven. John watched in silence for several minutes, the lurid sounds of grunting and sexual fluids being expelled filling the air. His wife looked over at him once more, a look in her eyes the man had never seen before.

"Go to bed John, I'm gonna be awhile."

Without waiting for a response, she turned away from her husband for the last time that night, and John limped away slowly, a mixture of shame and arousal hanging over him.

The harsh light of the sun flashed through the window onto the slumbering man. His eyelids barely opened, too exhausted to care about the glaring brightness hitting his face. He rolled over lazily, his body feeling sluggish and heavy. John didn't remember falling asleep last night, but he knew it didn't come easily. His dreams had been haunting, verging on the threshold of nightmarish but never quite reaching the state of cold sweats and ragged gasps. As his eyes began to close and propel back into the realm of inescapable dread, a loud scream rang through the house.

John sat up, his body's instinctual fight-or-flight response pumping him full of adrenaline. Taking a deep breath, he listened carefully; there was only silence at first before familiar noises floated into the room. After yesterday, he knew these sounds well. His body betrayed his brain, and he began to move automatically. Getting out of bed, he shambled towards the door, still clad in his work uniform from yesterday, semen stain and all. Opening the door, the noises got louder as he moved down the hall. Reaching the threshold, the corner before the turn into the entryway, John steadied himself. Fully readied, or at least as much as he could be to see his wife ravishing Raven once more, John turned the corner. John saw the source of the sounds. John screamed.

In front of him was his wife, predictably fucking someone. She had the woman perched on the kitchen counter, which was clearly in view from the house's entryway. The futa was pistoning her massive shaft in and out of the woman, standing several feet back due to the sheer enormity of her length. A pair of thin, tan legs were parked on Christie's shoulders, lifting the girl's firm ass off of the counter. The woman's body bounced back and forth on his wife's cock, causing her moderately-sized breasts to jiggle wildly, her rock hard nipples pointing towards the ceiling. Long brown hair flowed out around this new human-condom's head, and her deep brown eyes, barely able to focus, stared at the futa from over a crooked nose. John could clearly see the woman's ultra stretched cunt, the clear bulging outline of his wife's cock through her skin, and the mixture of clear juices and white goo that covered everything around the pair. But this isn't why John screamed. John screamed because this woman was not Raven. John screamed because this woman was his sister.

"Oh hey honey!" Christie called over, not taking her eyes off of John's sister, "your sister came over to hang out, and well, one thing led to another… I did text you though!"

John fell to his knees as he absorbed the scene in front of him, his future flashing in front of his eyes; his penis throbbed painfully in his pants.

Chapter 2: A Day From Christie's Point of View

Summary:

A day in the life of Christie, after that events of the first chapter!

Notes:

Been awhile! Took awhile to finish this one, busy with life and all, but I'm trying to pick up my writing pace now. A lot of people have asked for this one, so I hope it doesn't disappoint!

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A familiar discordance rang out through the large room. Feet slapping out of sync on treadmills, heavy pieces of metal clanging together or bouncing off cushioned floors, and of course, numerous grunts from a variety of different voices. Occasionally sounds of phone cameras clicking would cut through the cacophony, bright flashes lighting up the numerous mirrors that dotted the walls. All combined together to provide a backdrop for the various people building up a sweat, and better bodies.

The gym was alive with activity.

There was one person who stuck out, both literally and figuratively, above the crowd. She exited the locker room in the back of the building, bending down to fit through the door frame. Her face came into view, a visage that was beautiful but strong. Piercing blue eyes, a small noise and defined cheekbones that looked like they'd been sculpted with laser-like precision. A mane of shining blonde hair flowed down her front, sticking to her barely constrained breasts, a pair of head-sized eye-catchers that rose and fell in time with her breaths. She paused for a moment as she entered the room, rising to her full height, more than half a foot added to her already towering form.

Raising her arms, bare biceps flexing like someone had shoved bowling balls under her pale skin, she gathered her hair up and put it in a neat ponytail before letting it fall behind her. Taking a second, she stretched, her large hands nearly touching the ceiling while she twisted back and forth, showing off a back so muscled it would have left the ancient Greek artisans in awe. Placing her hands on her lower back, a feat for one as built as herself, she thrust outward, her abs flexing into a near-impossible 8 pack. With a grunt the blonde stopped, her icy eyes scanning across the room, before she made her way to the pull-up bar.

Heading over to it, eyes began to drift over to her, taking in her incredible figure. Her ass bounced in her tight workout shorts as she walked, the fabric stretched taut over its ridiculous size; it was clear the amount of squats she did would put any internet Influencer to shame. Standing in front of the tallest of the bars, she smirked, her eyes level with the bar anyone else would have to stretch to reach. Wrapping her thick fingers around the cold metal, she grunted before lifting her entire body straight up, going as high as she could before her head nearly brushed the ceiling. She stayed in this position, holding up her entire body like it was nothing for over a minute, before dropping back down, her sneaker-clad feet thudding loudly against the floor.

"One."

It was a simple grunt, but one loud enough that everyone around her knew what she meant: that was just the beginning. Over and over again she rose, lifting a mass that most people in the gym wouldn't even be able to bench , let alone hold up straight like she was doing. It was over half an hour before she stopped. When she finally dropped for the last time, only a small bead of sweat dropped from her brow, as if the workout that would have left most unable to lift their arms was no more strenuous to her than doing chores around the house. She reached towards her side and pulled out a small white hand towel that had been tucked into her spats, and swiped it across her face.

It was time to move on.

The giant blonde moved from machine to machine, mat to mat, putting all others around her to shame. Push-ups were done effortlessly, the biggest hand weights curled like they were nothing more than plastic bags, the rowing machine moved so fast it looked like the cord was ready to snap ; even when she worked out her legs, the machines set to their absolute limits, she looked bored, as if it lifting such an insane mass was as natural as breathing. Area after area was conquered, and still the blonde looked like she had barely exerted any effort. The more she worked out, the more people were drawn to her, doing their best to watch her surreptitiously. After pressing enough weights to make the workout device rattle when she dropped them, she stood up and made her way to the deadlift area.

She crouched down, knees out, her shelf-like ass nearly tearing through her tight, gray spats, her thighs bulging through the stretched fabric. Her large hands wrapped around a metal bar, one that looked small in her face-sized mitts, her bountiful bosom, constricted to her chest by the similarly-strained gray sports bra, pressing tightly against the top of her legs. With a grunt she pulled it off the ground, the bar bending from the many, more so than anyone at the gym had ever seen at once, weights that were screwed onto the end. She held it, counted in her head, before dropping it, the massive workout instrument nearly cracking the floor through the rubber mat.

This too was done enough times to draw the envy of any wannabe bodybuilder.

Finished, she slapped her hands together as she stood up straight, white dust flying into the air. After another quick stretch of her arms, her biceps showing off her ridiculous strength, muscles like corded steel fibers trying to pop from under her pale skin, she bent down once more and wiped the bar down with her towel that lay next to her. Standing straight, she studied the weights before looking around at the other weightlifters, like she was daring any to try and match her physical prowess. Putting her hands on her hips, her shining blue eyes zeroed in on the next set of equipment she would use and abuse. Her plush, pink lips formed into a smile as she walked over to the bench press.

The smile turned into one of amusement as she took in the paltry amount of weight that had been left on the bar before her arrival. She waltzed towards the rack of weights, piling several in her hands, enough to double the amount already on the bar; 400 pounds wasn't even enough to make her break a sweat! She slid them on with ease, not bothering to ask anyone to spot her, knowing no one would be able to match her brawn, before sliding onto the bench. Her body dwarfed the seat, her delts practically large enough to envelop the sides of it on their own, her lower half hanging off the end of it. With a grunt, she lifted the bar, raised it high, and held it there.

Clang!

The more she had worked out, the quieter the gym had grown. Now, people had completely stopped what they were doing to stare, mostly women and some men whispering to each other as they took in her body. Her lifting seemed as effortless as anything else she'd done, the beads of sweat that formed on her body only giving her muscles a pleasant sheen . Her abs, a set of eight shelf-like protuberances no one there could ever hope to achieve, rippled with each rep. Every muscle seemed to expand the more she lifted, even the ones that didn't need to, like she was purposefully putting on a show. There was an attempt at maintaining a modicum of normalcy amongst the regulars…

Clang!

...but that attempt was being rendered fruitless. There was one part of the giant blonde, who towered over everyone both in height and size, that had drawn the most attention, more than her incredible stature, her beauty, or her almost supernatural displays of physical power. A muscle of a different kind distended the front of her tight shorts, its shape clear through the stretchy material. It snaked down from her groin, thick as her forearm, sticking to the side of one of her legs before ending at her knee, an incredible mushroom-shape indent poking against the bottom of the garment. Sticking out of the top of both her thighs, were two bulbous, round, hidden objects that made her look like she was smuggling grapefruits in her pants. And this was where everyone's attention had been drawn.

Clang!

After how many repetitions, no one but her was sure, her audience's curiosity pulled elsewhere , she finished. With a last loud grunt, she let the bar drop back onto its holder, before sitting up, her massive breasts bouncing in her top. She wiped the sweat from her brow. Much like before, she was courteous enough to wipe the weights down, but didn't bother removing them. Once she was on her feet again, she looked up at the clock - over two hours at the gym was long enough today. Throwing her white, sweat-stained towel over one of her mountainous traps, she made her way to the locker room.

Just like when she had entered, all eyes were on her as she moved towards the locker room. People looked as long as they could at the bulging, undeniable shape that jostled the front of her spats, some even taking to glancing at mirrors as she passed them by for one last longing glance. Even once it was out of view, most continued to ogle, every part of her body as eye-catching as the next. Exiting the workout room, wide-eyed looks were shared amongst the gym-goers, as if what they had witnessed over the past couple hours had been something of a perverse hallucination. But slowly, things returned to normal, and people began their exercises once more - most people at least.

Opening her locker, the woman reached in, fumbled through a crammed-in gym bag, and pulled out her phone. Scrolling through her missed texts and calls - and ignoring all of them - she frowned, her eyes casting a lidded glance towards a name that wasn't there. Oh well . Shrugging her shoulders, she tossed it back into the bag, the device landing next to a large jar of protein powder, the letters 'FMG' plastered on its front in a bold red against a white background, the logo placed next to a flexing, dark-skinned bicep, along with a change of clothes. She tossed the towel in as well, before peeling off her top, her head-sized breasts bouncing against the start of her chiseled abs, small pink nipples erect in the cold air. As her hands reached down towards her shorts, the sound of a light cough from behind her grabbed her attention.

Frowning, she turned around. Her eyes drifted south, as they did when she was looking at nearly anyone , towards the source of this throat-clearing. Ah, it was a group of people, even better . A trio stood before her - three women, which made sense considering the locker room they were in. Two blondes and a brunette. One blonde was small, but fit. The brunette looked like a typical gym bunny with a tight body, but nice curves. The other blonde looked like she rarely worked out, but her extra weight seemed to all go to one place: her chest. It looked nearly as big as her own, and considering the height difference it made them look that much more obscene on her much smaller frame.

"Can I help you?"

Christie spoke, her deep, but no-doubt feminine voice addressing the group as a whole. The smaller blonde, her cute, young-looking face framed by a neat pixie cut, immediately took on a deer-in-the-headlight appearance, her wide eyes averting from Christie's gaze. The brunette bit her bottom lip and looked towards the buxom blonde, who stood slightly ahead of the other two. She stood silently, fingers fiddling together below her huge breasts, her own green eyes roaming over the towering figure before her. Clearing her throat again, she sucked in a quick breath before speaking.

"Well, we saw you out there and we were wondering…" she paused for a second as if she was trying to figure out why she addressed the giant before her, "we were wondering if uh, well. If. Uh…"

The busty woman continued to fumble over her words, drawing a raised eyebrow from the muscular woman.

"What's in your pants! ?""

Christie laughed loudly, a hand raising to her chest.

"What, you mean this ?"

She grabbed at her crotch, wrapping a hand around the massive, tubular protrusion that ran down the length of her shorts, which looked bigger than the bars she lifted earlier. Her thick finger massaged it, creating a clear outline of what exactly was in her pants. Christie licked her lips at the trio's synchronized, shocked expressions, as if her touching it made it somehow more real . Trailing her hand upward, she made sure to palm one of her equally as immense, orb-shaped distensions, shaking it up and down, an audible sloshing echoing throughout the room.

The blonde futanari continued to grope herself, smiling inwardly at the clear effect it was having on her viewers. Knees rubbed together, hands pulled at the front of shirts, and there wasn't a single one of the three that didn't have the front of their shirts tented by their nipples; hell, the smaller blonde even looked like she was drooling a bit! Once more, she rubbed her barely hidden-shaft from top to bottom, although it looked more like she was kneading her own leg , until she reached the tip and stopped. Her cock trembled in her spats, the material growing tighter around its stupendous form, before a large, dark spot formed at the bottom of the workout pants, drawing an audible gasp from its onlookers. Chuckling to herself, Christie returned her hands to her hips and cocked them, a challenging look flashing across her features.

"I-is it real?" the short-haired blonde squeaked, her voice quivering.

"You're welcome to find out if you're so curious."

A look was shared between the group, as if it was taking all of them together to figure out what she meant. Eyes grew even wider as a look of understanding crossed their features simultaneously, before they all turned back to the blonde beauty before them. The brunette was first to make a move. Stepping forward, she walked cautiously towards Christie, until she was eye-to-breast with her. Her brown eyes quivered as she took in the futanari's hard-as-steel torso, before looking up at her. Christie nodded. Gulping, the brunette placed her hands on the busty futa's washboard abs, and slowly trailed them down to the waistband of her shorts.

Expression unchanging, Christie watched silently as the small woman struggled with her clothing; it took Christie ages just to get her inhuman genitals to fit in her shorts, and they were already tight as hell before she managed to tuck her package in. It took some strained yanking and twisting, but finally, the garment started to come down. After clearing the futa's wide hips, the waistband getting caught on her ridiculous musculature several times, it finally slid down her hairless crotch, before revealing the start of what the three had been after.

Another thing that Christie knew that they didn't, was that if anything her cock looked smaller when it was confined like it was. So when the root of her monstrous member first came into view, she wasn't surprised by the loud gasps that filled the otherwise empty locker room. It was thick, to put it plainly, thick enough that it practically took up all the space on her groin alone. As pale as the rest of her, the lily-white skin of her pole was immediately diluted by the presence of a large, menacing, purple vein that ran down the middle of her dick.

The brunette continued pulling.

And pulling.

And pulling.

More and more of her tremendous titan came into view, along with her thighs, which looked as wide as the gym bunny's waist. The two giant, bloated softball-sized lumps, which previously protruded out close to the base of Christie's groin, tumbled down like they were trying to hide from the woman, although their equally enormous container came into view as well. There was no guessing what they were, and the appearance of her thick, veiny sack only eliminated the slim chance of doubt anyone looking at her might have had. It stretched as far as her cock did, which still hadn't been completely uncovered.

Even when the brunette had pulled Christie's shorts down to her knees , practically turning the article of clothing inside out, the glans of her monster still hadn't been revealed. Her huge cum factories had been, however, brought out into the open. Like two swollen softballs, they bounced together in their sack, a hefty, fleshy bag that looked wide enough to encompass someone's face. Her anaconda, which slapped back and forth between her thighs, was bigger than any cock the three girls had seen by magnitudes; and it looked like it had only grown more since being released.

Finally, with one last yank, the tight-bodied girl pulled Christie's shorts all the way down to her sneaker-clad feet. There it was, in all it's grand glory: Christie's cock . As wide as any of the girl's forearms, although not quite matching the size of the futa's own, and hanging down far enough that the head slapped below her knees, it had finally been revealed in full. Incredibly veiny, twisted purple and blue trails stuck out from her lengthy appendage, even the smallest of them as big as a finger. And that bulbous head, as wide as a fist easily , and a bright pink in color, dripped with what looked like extra-virile cum , casually creating a small puddle of white on the floor between her feet.

Christie looked over at the other two who weren't directly in front of her and lifted a hand, beckoning them with a single finger. Mouth's closing so quickly you could almost hear them slam shut, the two scurried over, entrance by the avatar of insane sexuality before them. With both hands, Christie pushed the three of them down, her palms large enough to put pressure on all their shoulders at once, until they were kneeling before her, her thick, bell-shaped head waving in front of their faces.

"So who's first?" Christie asked, grabbing her shaft in the middle and lifting it, her long fingers barely able to meet around it's incredible girth. The upper half of it sagged as she raised it, demonstrating another fact about her giant genitalia: it was still soft . Christie swayed her soft cock back and forth, the three women's eyes following it like the watch of a hypnotist. The blonde futa could see now that they were all openly drooling, whether they realized it or not, and she gave her beast another slow stroke, letting it belch a gout of precum onto the ground. Three sets of nostrils flared.

She could smell it too. Her package already let off a particularly strong, natural scent, like the sperm her balls were constantly brewing was potent enough to pierce her sack and waft into the air, but considering she had just got done working out meant that fumes were practically steaming off her junk; her cock was usually coated in the juices of others anyway, which didn't help the strong smell, and today was no exception! Christie let them stare for a bit longer, deciding on who she would use first, before she reached out with her free hand and tangled the busty blonde's hair in her fingers and pulled her forward.

Mashing it against the unprepared girl's face, Christie's colossal club spilled its sticky seed across her features, leaving a trail of white. She gasped as the futa's lower head pressed against her cheek, its skin hotter to the touch than she expected. Before she had a chance to close her mouth, Christie turned the blonde's head and jammed her mushroom-shaped tip between her painted-red lips. The stranger's hands went up immediately, grasping at the thick slab of meat that was currently invading her mouth and causing her to sputter and choke around its immense girth.

"Time to put that mouth to use slut," she grunted, holding the blonde-haired woman's head tightly, " all of your mouths!"

Now that her cock had a place to holster itself, Christie removed her hand from her rod and directed it towards her other two admirers. The brunette was first, her head palmed like a basketball and shoved into the middle of the futa's suffocating sack. Offering no resistance, her hands raised and attempted to wrap around one of those corpulent orbs, her fingers failing to completely encompass it. As she went to work massaging the titanic testicle, her tongue poking out and raking against the rough skin, Christie switched targets and brought the smaller blonde on her left into the side of her cum factories, expecting her to provide the same treatment - and she got it.

She focused back on the woman whose throat her tip was currently poking at.

"Fuck yeah, lets see how tight that throat is!" she growled over the sounds of the three slurping mouths. A pair of tear-filled eyes looked back up at Christie as she started to manhandle the blonde's head, tightening her hold on the golden locks. She pulled her forward, the dent in her cheeks from her massive cockhead disappearing as it tunneled into her throat. Audible gurgling came from the woman's blocked windpipe as more cock was shoved into her; Christie knew she had a limited amount of time before her cock became too big to suck, and she intended to enjoy every second of stimulation.

It already looked like the woman's fat lips were ready to split at the corners, her mouth gaped to the point she looked like a human sucker fish. The futa pressed deeper into her, moaning at the feeling of three mouths working on her package - it wasn't enough to cover all the unbridled flesh she had to offer, but it was good enough! She drove another inch into the blonde's throat, her cockhead now visibly bulging the sides of her neck, like she was reshaping it in the image of her glans. The blonde's face started to turn blue.

Knowing the limits of the human body, well-learned from her innumerable conquests, Christie yanked the busty woman's head back, and let her suck in enough air to return her face to a more normal color. Then she unceremoniously shoved herself back in, filling her mouth with her column of cockflesh. The futa wasted no time in rampaging her cock back to where it had been before, her shaft finding its home in the curious bitch's throat. Christie moaned again at the feeling of her cock starting to come to life, a stream of thick seed shooting from her cumslit into the woman's stomach.

As her cock began its insane expansion, something she knew that none of the trio would be prepared for, she worked the other two's heads around her sack. Alternating between them, she made sure to grab the back of their heads and direct them to new spots around her cum containers, really putting their tongues to work - she wouldn't be satisfied unless every inch of her rough sack was coated in their spit. She could feel and hear her enormous testicles begin to rumble, amping up their already-prodigious production for what was to come. Her attention was once more grabbed by the blonde whose gullet she was currently coring out.

Her hands flew up and down the futa's cock, like she was trying to force life into the monstrous member. Christie almost wanted to laugh at her enthusiasm, but decided to just smile in contentment as the blonde tried her best to stimulate the growing giant. She watched as her cocksucker's eyes went wild as she tried to look at all the cock still outside of her lips, especially as it grew in her hands; the futa had no doubt that she had stuffed the woman's throat more than it had even been before, while still possessing more cock than the slut had ever seen!

But she wasn't even close to done.

Deciding to aid the buxom lady in her efforts, and knowing her time in her tight throat was coming to an end sooner than later, Christie began to pump her hips. Slowly at first, she pulled out until just her cockhead was chipmunking the woman's cheeks, holding her head steady all the while, before slamming forward. With every repetition she went a little faster, and pushed a little more of her behemoth into the blonde's gullet. Loud gurgling and choking sounds filled the room as she fucked this stranger's throat with no remorse.

"Oh fuck that is a tight throat!"

In and out her cock went. Christie threw her head back and let out a deep moan, the image of the woman's face twisted around her meat like a snake trying to swallow a basketball nearly as pleasurable as the feeling of her wet insides hugging her fleshy pole. Removing a hand from whichever slut she had been maneuvering across her corpulent balls, she added a double-handed grip to the big-titted babe's hair, and began to move her head in time with her thrusts. The blonde's hold on the mammoth monster wrecking her mouth instantly tightened, now clutching onto the thick-skinned dick for dear life.

Unfortunately for Christie, her fun in the woman's body was coming to an end - for now . Once a person's face looked like it was going to be ripped in half by her girthy titan, it was time to stop. With one last thrust, one forceful enough to send her tip spearing into the blonde's stomach, she tore her cock out just as fast, a fountain of spit and precum fountaining from the blonde's stretched lips. Gasps and coughs left her mouth next, her hands flying to her face like she wanted to make sure it was still in one piece. As soon as her hands left her still-intact features, although now stained by her running makeup, she looked back at Christie's cock.

"Oh my fucking god!"

The entire thing was inhuman .

It had definitely grown , that was for certain. She had no idea by how much, but it was bigger. Before, it just hung limply between the statuesque futa's legs, bouncing heavily between her knees, but now it stood up - or at least looked like it was trying to. It stuck out at a low angle, like its weight was keeping it from rising fully; in its not quite straight position it pointed below her knees, closer to her ankles. The head leaked a steady stream of self-lubricant that looked virile enough to be pure cum onto the ground like it was nothing but an afterthought, even if it was more cum than the blonde had seen in her entire life. The massive thing had fattened as well, and the blonde was thankful that Christie had pulled it out of her mouth when she had!

Christie gave the blonde a minute to find her bearings before pulling her back towards her cock, having never loosened her grasp on her mussed hair. With a quick movement she removed her other large mitt and sent it down towards her balls, pulling the other blonde up with her. The more lithe of the two stared, panting at the enlarged shaft bobbing in front of her. Christie smiled at her awed expression as she guided their faces to opposite sides of her frightening club. They got the message without a single word spoken, and looked across the vast expanse of cock flesh at each other as they opened their mouths and inhaled whatever patch of skin they could fit in their mouths.

"A blonde sandwich!" Christie laughed, piloting their heads up and down her shaft simultaneously, "with a nice big piece of meat in the middle!"

Still chuckling at her dumb joke, Christie continued her movements, using the dual-tongue barrage to wet her pole. Hands were once more added to her growing shaft, massaging the veiny flesh wherever their lips weren't; her cock was practically ribbed by the many protruding tunnels pumping blood into her beast. The women could feel the raging monster pulse rhythmically, each one followed by the sounds of loud splatters. Neither had to look away from their monumental task to know what the source of those noises was.

Looking around the mass of bodies in front of her, Christie was pleased to see, and feel , that the brunette was still actively working on her sack. She could just barely glimpse her flowing brown hair sticking out from between her enormous orbs that were currently brewing a flesh load - the gym bunny had her face completely covered by the futa's fat nuts. Christie's sack nearly wrapped around her entire head! The sight sent another surge of blood into her growing cock.

And grow she did.

As fantastical as it seemed, Christie's genitals continued to expand. Longer and thicker, rising higher and higher, it didn't stop . The pair of blondes had to lift themselves up as they continued to work on her member, practically having to raise off their knees and squat in order to get high enough to still please it; at the same time they were forced farther apart, their mouths and hands able to cover much less than when they had started. The throbbing that rumbled through her rod increased in tempo, and the out-of-sight splashing was a near-constant at this point. Christie's own moans escalated in time with her growth, her eyes never leaving the trio below her. One last reverberation rocked her cunt-wrecker, sending the entire thing shooting skyward, an involuntary flex by the futa that caused it to bash against her torso, one of her breasts, and just barely missing her face.

The loud thudding sound of Christie's rock hard cock smashing into her rock hard body caused all three of the women to look up at her, the brunette untangling herself from Christie's still-growing, cum-packed watermelons; all three pairs of eyes bulged in their sockets. Not only had Christie's cock engorged enough to run the length of her torso and her head, it actually eclipsed her face, the steadily-leaking head nearly a foot above her own golden locks. It looked like it had doubled in size, at least, and the beast shook under its own weight as Christie held it in the air by the power of her own flexing.

It was terrifying.

The trio could almost feel themselves begin to tremble at the sight of such a preposterous appendage. Christie was already incredibly tall, probably one of the tallest people alive, and the fact that her cock was more than half her height was enough to send shivers of fear down any of their spines. Even if it wasn't practically body-size in length, the girth alone was enough to strike terror in the hearts of the unprepared. It nearly covered her entire torso, and if the giant futanari wasn't looking around it, it would have completely hidden her face. It was like someone had stacked two fire hydrants on top of each other, at least , and welded them to the crotch of an award-sweeping bodybuilder!

The massive tube that ran under her cock, which looked wider than a bottle of water, pulsated, a large bulge running up its length. All eyes in the room followed that speeding protrusion until it reached Christie's melon-sized head, which was now an angry red from all the blood pumped into it, before glimpsing her cum-slit gaping wide. What followed was a blast of cum that was better measured in time rather than length, that flew from her tip for several seconds, splashing onto the ceiling and raining down on the lockers behind her, a large stream running down their front.

"Holy shit…" the brunette muttered under her breath, her hands pressed against her crotch.

Christie laughed at their shocked expressions.

"So," the futa started, gripping her cock in both hands and pointing it downward, the mass of thick flesh hovering above a trio of faces, "who should be first?"

Her blue eyes twinkled as they roamed over the three women, who looked up at her in silent reverence.

"How about you?" Christie moved her cock so it was inches above the brunette's visage, "you were the first one to approach me after all! I think that deserves a reward."

A loud gulp was the only response she received.

Moving as gingerly as her large frame allowed, Christie stepped around the three women and the massive puddles of cum that dotted the floor behind them from her firing cannon, and moved over to the nearest long bench. Straddling the faux-wood, she sat down, her sculpted ass barely fitting on the comparatively thin seat, and motioned for the girls to move over to her. Almost like she was in a trance, the brunette stood up and began to disrobe as she ambled over to the futa, her large but firm breasts, capped by small brown nipples, coming into view first. She threw her top carelessly to the side as her hands pawed at her spats.

Nearly slipping from the combination of trying to undress and walk through the lakes of cum covering the ground, she was finally in front of the massive blonde futa in nothing but her small red sneakers. Christie took a minute to admire her fit body, her eyes trailing from her toned stomach down to the neatly-trimmed landing strip of brown hair above her small pussy; Christie smiled at the sight of the clear sheen of arousal wetting the woman's thighs. Reaching out, the futa wrapped an arm around the gym bunny's waist, her hand pawing at the woman's firm ass, and pulled her forward.

Even sitting, Christie was nearly the same height as the much shorter woman. Dipping her head forward, the blonde futa wrapped her pink lips around one of the fit girl's nipples, running the small nub between her teeth, drawing out a gasp. At the same time her other hand, which had been cupping the brunette's rear, snaked between her thighs and began to rub at that small slit. Now audibly moaning, the woman writhed under the futa's ministrations, her cunt actively leaking its juice onto Christie's thick fingers, a couple of which she had slipped inside of the gym slut.

Releasing the woman's nipple, Christie used her free hand to grab onto the woman's thin waist. With no effort at all, she rose to her feet, bringing the gym bunny up with her. Her feet kicked outward as she was lifted, until her brain caught up to what was happening. Looking up, she realized Christie was now above her , her incredibly head-sized breasts right in front of her face. Not needing any invitation, she took one of the insanely hung futa's much larger pink nipples into her mouth and began to suck feverishly, her hands raising to cup the massive mammary. Christie inserted another finger into the woman's slit, stretching it farther than it ever had been before.

After some time of mutual pleasuring, Christie removed her large digits, and held onto the woman's waist with both hands; suddenly the brunette found herself mounting something that was burning hot and wide enough to force her legs apart. Detaching herself from Christie's mountainous breast, she looked down, eyes widening once more at what she saw. Her body was perched atop the futa's giant pole, her cunt sitting directly on one of the massive ridges sticking from the pale flesh. Her breathing grew heavy.

"Time to get both of us ready."

She glanced up at the futa, a confused look on her face. Without clarifying, at least not verbally, Christie started to slide the brunette down her cock. Attention once more brought downward, the gym bunny watched as a clear trail of her feminine slime was left on Christie's cock. She continued to be dragged backward until she was at arms-length, her pert behind pressing into the muscled blonde's colossal cockhead. She had a moment to look down at the expanse of seemingly never ending cockflesh, her brain trying to process the prodigious amount she was seeing, before she was pulled forward; her body slammed into Christie's steel-hard abs, her head cushioned by her large chest pillows.

Then she was thrust backward once more.

The futa repeated the process, lubing her expansive bitch breaker with the woman's arousal which leaked from her cunt like a broken faucet. At the same time, the brunette's ass grew wetter as Christie's precum was slathered over it, and the muscled futa used it like a paint roller to further whiten her cock. The brunette's breathing grew heavier, both from the feeling of the massive cock grinding against her engorged clit, and from the realization that this much extra greasing was going to be needed for her to get fucked .

"Oh fuuuck!" she moaned, both from her epiphany and the feeling of being brought to the edge by just touching the massive futanari's cunt buster.

Satisfied, Christie lifted the gym bunny up off her pulsing pole, and laid her down on the bench she had been standing over. The woman automatically spread her legs, displaying her incredible flexibility by bringing them nearly to a split position. Christie hovered over her, her dick waving back and forth above the woman's body, practically blocking it from view. Shuffling backwards, the blonde futanari crouched down until she was almost sitting on the bench, her balls wrapping around its sides, her cock directly pointed at the fit girl's dripping slit.

It was time.

With one hand Christie grabbed the woman's waist and held her steady, the other doing the same to her beastial member. Mashing her tip against the woman's pulsing lips, an act that caused the brunette to begin hyperventilating, Christie gave her shaft a long stroke, her fingers digging into the iron-hard flesh. Her tip ballooned for a second, before another long, thick stream of cum rocketed from her cumslit. Most of it splashed against the woman's cunt, drenching her already soaked thighs and ass, but some of the futa's burning seed managed to shoot inside of her, drawing out a pleasured moan. She was definitely ready!

...or at least as ready as she'd ever be. Taking a cock the size of a telephone pole wasn't gonna be a walk in the park for anyone , but Christie knew it would fit - she'd make sure of it! Leaning forward, her churning cum factories lifting off the bench, her grip tightened on her cock and the woman's body. Looking up, she smirked at the apprehensive stare the brunette had, her eyes locked on the point that their sexes touched. Pulling her hips back slightly, Christie grunted, and pistoned her cock forward.

"Time to get fucked slut!"

There was a short pause, a single moment where nothing happened. Then, without any further prodding, the girl's lower lips peeled apart, wrapping around the angry red tip of the futa's cock. They spread further and further, nearly folding backward in order to open enough for Christie's engorged cockhead. As they reached their apex, having hit their absolute limit, the futa's cock slipped in; at least part of it did. Half of the blonde giant's glans managed to cram inside the brunette's small box, the thick ridge of her mushroom-shaped head still sticking from her distended cunt.

The woman gasped.

Her head flew back, bumping into the hard bench. Just the futa's glans , and not even all of it, was wider than anything she'd taken before; it felt like someone was trying to stick their actual head inside of her tiny vagina. She rose back up, breathing deeply, heavily-lidded eyes looking back towards her groin, a stream of curses flowing from her lips. Her cunt was actively pulsing, flexing like it was trying to push the enormous invader out. But she knew the futa wouldn't be denied. She watched as Christie's cock flexed, another gout of precum launching into her, and then slid in deeper, her entire cockhead managing to fit inside her too-small cunt.

Finally she was inside! That was the hardest part, Christie knew from experience, and while the rest of the insertion wouldn't exactly be smooth sailing, it was much easier from here on out. Taking her hand off her cock, she put it on the other side of the brunette's hips, and started to drag her forward. Her cock dug into the woman's stretched hole, the pale shaft beginning its descent into her depths. Progress was slow, her shaft just as wide as her grandiose glans, the numerous ridged veins adding to its extreme size. But still the futa persisted.

It didn't take long for Christie to feel her tip poke at a familiar barrier: the cervix. Unbothered by the blockage, having broken through more than she could count, the futanari pulled back, until just the edge of her glans pulled at the entrance of the brunette's cunt, hooking on to the stretched walls. Christie paused once more, watching the gym regular writhe under her, and then shoved forward. Her cock bulldozed through the woman's ruined pussy, and without stopping, broke through her cervix and into her womb, drawing a long howl from her sex toy.

Not giving the woman a minute to understand what was going on, Christie pulled back until her beast was almost out again, and then barreled forward once more. Her cock lodged itself into the brunette's womb, shoving it further into her body. She repeated this process, more and more of her preposterous shaft burying itself deeper, until over a foot of thigh-thick cockmeat disappeared inside of the woman's cunt; even though she had enough inserted to put a pornstar to shame, there was still a multiple feet left protruding from her ruined lips.

"Oh yeah, feel that?" Christie grunted, pumping into the brunette once more, "bet you've never had anyone go this deep!"

"Fuck fuck fuck! Not even close!" the woman howled back.

Now that her monster was firmly imbedded, Christie wasted no more time and began to really fuck the woman. Her fleshy spear battered the gym bunny's insides, caving out her moist walls to make room for more of her insane shaft. The futa's titanic testicles slammed into the top of the bench, her sack occasionally wrapping around it to bash it from the other side, nearly cracking it from the force of her thrusts. Jets of virile seed sprayed from her urethra, the fat cum tunnel on the underside of her cock constantly engorged.

Christie looked up at the blondes watching the pair's unreal coitus in aroused silence, her hips never stopping their thrusting.

"Hey!" Christie called over to them, scowling, "I'm sure you two can do more than just watch!"

An astonished look was shared between them before both scurried over, not wanting to disobey the muscle bound futa. The golden-locked pair almost tripped over each rushing towards Christie, the copious amount of cum mucking the floor not helping their trek. Surprisingly quicker than her slimmer companion, the busty blonde reached her target first, taking a position behind Christie's thrusting form. Reaching out, her hands cupped the futa's chiseled cheeks, her face burying itself in the back of her scrotum. Not to be left out, the smaller woman took a position next to the bench, and began running her hands over Christie's muscled form, exploring the peaks and dips of her titanic figure.

The busty blonde pulled back from the futa for a moment, just long enough to tear off her top. Her enormous breasts jiggled into view, nearly as big as Christie's own pair, although her similarly-pink nipples and areolas were much larger. She dove back into the bouncing sack, this time using her breasts to further cushion them as her tongue went to work tasting the succulent ball flesh for the first time. In a more awkward position, the smaller blonde ran her own tongue over whatever part of Christie's body she could, coating her muscles in her spit, giving them a shine like someone oiling up a bodybuilder before a competition.

"That's more like it!" Christie grunted, not bothering to look back at the pair. The futa was now jerking the brunette up and down her cock, using her like a disposable fleshlight. She hadn't stopped thrusting into the woman the entire time either - quite the contrary. If anything she had increased the speed of her pistoning, ramming her cock into the gym slut like she was trying to fuck a hole through her. A clear outline of her cock could be seen through the woman's skin, the awesome appendage bulging her skin from inside of her body, ending right below the woman's perky bosom. Whether the brunette had noticed this, Christie doubted, the woman's head lolled to the side, bouncing aimlessly as she was fucked into an orgasm-induced coma.

What Christie didn't doubt was that the woman was constantly cumming. Her cunt twitched around the futa's ravaging rod, naturally gripping it like a vice due to its inhuman size, but somehow growing even tighter with each successive orgasm. If the feeling didn't give it away, the rapid spray of clear juices from her beaten box did. Christie's groin, abs, and numerous unsheathed inches were soaked in the woman's arousal, her cunt practically showering the woman in a steady stream. These violent orgasms only fueled the futa further, the added lubrication allowing her to slide her cock through the woman's walls like a hot knife through butter.

"Take it you fucking whore," Christie shouted, tightening her hold on the woman's hips, "take my fucking cock!"

Keeping up her ridiculous pace, Christie displayed no signs of slowing down. Much like when she worked out, her body showed nearly no indication that she had exerted any effort at all, the punishing thrusts she delivered made with a practiced ease that betrayed the intensity of the action occurring. The brunette, however, did look like she was experiencing the most intense event of her life, and she exhibited all the clear signs of exhaustion. Her arms hung limply towards the floor, her hands bouncing against the ground. Her head bobbed around like she was unable to lift it and watch the once-in-a-lifetime fucking she was on the receiving end. Her legs, which she had so dutifully stretched apart for Christie's convenience, waved in the air, her feet nearly at the futa's face.

As unrelentingly as she had been fucking the gym bunny, Christie could feel herself getting close. The woman's tight pussy, combined with the extra worship she was receiving elsewhere, was swiftly bringing her to the edge. The very audible rumbling in her tit-cushioned cum factories had ramped up, causing her two ginormous globes to practically vibrate in their hot sack. Her cock grew stiffer as well, the veins running up and down its length sticking out like a series of sore thumbs - although these were much bigger than a thumb could ever be. Christie bit her bottom lip as she kept pounding away, trying to prolong the inevitable for as long as she could.

Grabbing the brunette's legs that had been carelessly fluttering by her head, she pushed them back until the brunette's own features were framed by her shoes. Having let go of her waist, the woman's body weight now completely rested on the bench, the only thing keeping her from being shoved off it her sexual attachment to the futa's immense fuckstick. Shifting her position without letting up her rough rocketing, Christie leaned over the gym bunny, practicality smothering her with her encompassing frame.

"Gonna cum soon bitch!"

This new position allowed Christie to force even more of her fleshy skyscraper into the woman as well, the shape of her enormous glans visible between the woman's breasts, noticeably bigger than either of them. The superhumanly endowed blonde's hips were nearly a blur as she gave the brunette everything she could ; behind her she could feel the bustier blonde struggle to hold onto her swinging wrecking balls, and it felt like the more lithe of the pair was basically hugging her back at an odd angle, her small tongue still traveling over the numerous crevices her muscles created. She was ready.

"Here it comes you fucking slut!"

Christie roared. Her entire body raised, hips pulling back as far as they could go before slamming downward. Balls lifting out of the busty blonde's hands, they flung backward far enough to slap the futa on her own ass, paused for a moment in the air and then plummeted back towards the Earth. Caught by surprise, the blonde recoiled, trying to move out of the way of the incoming meteors; but she wasn't quick enough. Christie's giant gurgling globes, which had exceeded the size of watermelons, struck the buxom woman's hands, flattening them against the wooden bench. She squealed and fell, her hands barely slipping out from under the futa's sack. It felt like she had slammed her hand in a door!

The other blonde was thrown off like she'd been kicked from a bucking bronco, landing on the ground with a loud thud . But the thud was barely audible over a different sound. A resounding crack filled the locker room as Christie's body barreled into the bench, the entire thing splintering at the middle. The previously ball-licking woman tumbled off the shattered bench, falling against one of the lockers. Her eyes went wide as she watched the beginning of the futa's orgasm, her and the brunette unmoved and seemingly unfazed by the breaking of the gym's property. The skinnier blonde also got a front row seat to the coming tsunami, her green eyes fixated on Christie's throbbing balls, which struggled under their own weight to rise towards the futa's groin.

"Fuck taking it!" Christie yelled, her entire body tensing.

While the brunette should have fallen, slipping off the futanari's monolith as soon as the bench had given out, she instead rose several inches as Christie's cock involuntarily flexed. Her corked cunt was gaped to a new level as the daunting dick thickened even more; the futa's urethra also ballooned, a huge lump trudging up its length. The bulge in her chest expanded, like it was making room for what was coming, her breasts nearly pushed against her armpits. It pulsed angrily, vibrating the woman's insides, distending her walls one last time. A new heat filled her being.

Her cumshot was loud . A clear sound rang out through the locker room, like someone turning on a hose at full blast; and it was a noise that didn't stop . Christie's all-blonde audience watched in alarm and confusion at the sound, unable to fully comprehend what was causing it - that is until they could see the source of the oratory disturbance. From between the brunettes spread tits, a large bubble formed. It pushed her skin out, like someone was inflating her like a balloon from the inside. It continued to rise, pushing up towards her neck, before sliding back down her body and stopping around her stomach.

And that was just the beginning.

As soon as the first ball of seed finished moving, another had already started to materialize. At this point, it finally dawned on the onlookers what was happening. That was the futa's cum ! It was blowing up the woman's body like an inflatable sex doll, expanding her torso like an unholy version of pregnancy. Their eyes trembled as they watched the filling unfold before them, their friend's stomach expanding past the point of sanity. It was only when she looked like she had swallowed a beach ball that the futa grunted, pulled back slightly, and then rammed her cock in once more.

Her thrust was accompanied by a renewal in the gym bunny's growth. Her stomach blew up with so much sticky seed that it began to press against Christie's torso, pushing the blonde futa backward. She pumped her hips once more before sliding her cock out, the brunette's cunt finally unplugging; streams of seed spraying from around her stupendous spear. The futa continued to move away from the overfilled woman, more of her cudgel coming into view, revealing just how much she had managed to insert into the brunette's wrecked womb. Her cock finally dislodged itself from the woman's gaped hole and just in time - her stomach had begun to fall over the sides of her body, covering her still-held up legs.

Once her cock was free it bounced upward, jetting a thick stream that seemed to have already started in the woman's cunt across the room. It cleared the bloated brunette, the piles of discarded clothing and Christie's previous lake of cum, all the way to the other side of the lockers, hitting the wall with a loud splash . Letting go of the woman's legs and letting her fall onto the ground in a pile amongst the remnants of the bench, Christie grabbed onto ther pulsing pole and after a moment of trying to get it under control, she aimed it downward at the passed out woman. With another grunt, a new stream blasted from her cavernous cumslit, and immediately drenched the woman's form.

"Fuck that feels good!"

Holding her anaconda with enough force to make her biceps bulge, the futa shook it up and down, her potent milk still gushing in an unbroken torrent. Over and over she whipped the swollen bitch's body with lashes of hot seed, painting her with off-white goo. It didn't take long before she was rendered unrecognizable; even her stomach, which looked fat enough to hide a person in from all the cum swimming in her womb, was completely covered. But still Christie didn't stop.

Her massive glans continued to reverberate with each new shot, her urethra looking ready to tear with each successive salvo of semen. It didn't take much longer until the woman looked completely pasted to the floor, like someone had just finished dumping a barrel of glue over her body. Her orgasm still not done, Christie swung around, her balls flying to the side and slamming into a locker, cratering the door inward. Her cock exploded with renewed force upon impact, one that would have left anyone else in the fetal position - but the futa wasn't just anyone. The lithe blonde caught a large blast right to the chest as Christie turned, sending her crashing onto her back from the collision.

Having done a complete 180, Christie was now staring at the buxom woman resting against a yet-unspoiled locker. Her cock's newest rocket of pearly sludge flew over her face, and continued to miss the woman as Christie stomped towards her. Before the busty blonde had a chance to protest, Christie reached over and once more twisted her fingers in the woman's soft hair, lifting her up by her roots. Without an ounce of hesitation, she shoved the giant glans into the woman's mouth. Cum immediately jetted from the corners of the blonde's lips, even as her throat worked furiously to swallow the futa's thick offering.

"Oh yeah, put those lips to work," Christie moaned, "swallow my fucking seed!"

Christie's cock continued to flex and expel its sticky ambrosia into the blonde's gullet, her hold on the back of her head tight enough to turn her knuckles white. Streams of her salty essence ran in rivulets down her chin, splattering onto her heaving breasts. Pumping her hips, the futa forced as much of her cockhead into the woman's mouth as would fit, giving her a more direct path into the woman's throat. Her mouth now as plugged as her friend's cunt had been, sperm shot from her nose in twin jets, covering the top of Christie's glans.

Sitting up once more, the third of the gym slut's watched her companion swallow absurd amounts of futa seed. She managed to tear her eyes from that impossible cock long enough to watch her friend's stomach begin to expand slowly. It looked like she had just eaten a bit too much at first, the slight pudge in her midsection pushing out ever so slightly - but it soon surpassed that point. The busty blonde must have noticed it too, as her hands grasped at her belly, cradling it as it grew between her fingers.

It was only once the busty blonde looked like she was in the beginning stages of pregnancy that Christie's orgasm seemed like it was starting to die down. The futa pulled back, removing her glans from the woman's mouth, and letting her cock gush the rest of her orgasm out over her features; a mouthful of cum spilled from her lips, further drenching her head-sized tits. She choked as she tried to dislodge the leftover cum from her throat, temporarily given a measure of peace from the futa's retreating organ.

But only temporarily.

The remnants of Christie's orgasm was less intense, but still unbelievable by any measure of the word. The shots that fired out from her tip were still large enough to cover the blonde's face completely, and the woman's visage was blanketed in the futa cum only seconds after it departed her lips. Placing her hands on her hips, Christie let her cock finish delivering its payload, her massive rod bucking as it released footlong ropes of searing cum that flayed the blonde's voluptuous frame. Christie threw her head back and exhaled.

"Whew, that was a good warm up!" she bellowed to the disbelief of the two blondes. Looking down, she observed what only half her load had down to the blonde-haired slut. Face unrecognizable, still coughing up mouthfuls of cum, her tits plastered in a new gooey bra - she had really covered her! Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at the passed out brunette, her eyes watching as her cum expelled a seemingly unending torrent of cum from her gaped cunt, flooding the floor around her; well, flooding it even more.

She turned towards the short-haired girl.

"Why don't you come and join us?"

Smiling, she grabbed her still-hard cock around it's middle and bounced her glans against the cum-covered blonde's face, drawing a moan from the sperm-drunk woman. Her eyes studied the willowy girl, who was busy wiping at her semen-soaked belly shirt. Looking back at the perfectly sculpted giant only a few feet away from her, the small slut sat silently, body rigid like she had just been called out by the teacher for talking during class. Legs shaking, she stood up unsteadily. Christie gave her a nod and reached out a muscled arm that, much like the futa as a whole, was graceful but strong.

"Take off your clothes too," Christie winked at her, trying to put the clearly-nervous girl at ease, "I want to see that tight little body."

"O-ok." a tiny voice responded. Blushing, the smallest of the trio pawed at the bottom of her black shirt. Somewhat with more difficulty than she expected, Christie's paste-like seed causing the garment to stick to her chest, the small blonde lifted it over her chest and let it fall at her side; this revealed a completely flat, pale chest, two miniscule pink nubs sticking out like pebbles from her supple flesh. Her face turning even more crimson, she shimmied her tight pink shorts down, bringing her underwear down with them, until they lay at a pile in her feet, the blonde quickly stepping out of them. Christie gave an approving grin as the blonde completely undressed, her blue eyes roaming down the woman's lithe body.

Before she could compliment her tiny soon-to-be-lover, the futa's expression twisted into one of confusion.

"You're a futanari too?"

Where Christie had expected to see a tiny slit, was a penis and set of testicles that's size befitted the woman's stature. The girl's hands flew to her crotch, covering her shame like she hadn't meant to reveal her secret to the futa. Crossing her legs in embarrassment, she twisted her body, further concealing her genitals from view. As she turned, her pert behind came into view, rounder than Christie had expected it to be; Christie's piercing view noticed something else, and that was the absence of a certain feminine feature she'd expected the blonde to possess.

"Um no," her voice shook as she spoke, looking away from the muscled Goddess, "I'm a guy, I just look like a girl..."

He paused.

"...and I like to dress up as one too."

The boy frowned, withdrawing further away from the futa.

"Well, I think you look hot as a girl," Christie complimented, causing the feminine male to perk up, "and I think you should still come and have some fun with us."

The young man had been visibly wincing, like he was expecting some form of verbal abuse, but Christie's words seemed to bring him out of his shell. Uncovering his sex-betraying package, the young man straightened his stance, still studying the futanari woman cautiously. He watched as she ran her mighty pole over his blonde friend's face, the cum-bloated woman actively lapping at whatever section of tough flesh was in her reach, her hands pulling at her erect, cum-slathered nipples. Christie continued grinning at him, her arm never shrinking back, still inviting him forward. Taking a deep breath, he shuffled over, his eyes once more fixated on the giant's ginormous genitals.

As soon as he was in reach, Christie snaked her arm behind his back like she'd done to the brunette and grabbed a handful of his rear, her large hand nearly wide enough to grab both cheeks at once. In an instant he found himself smushed against her side, his head barely cresting her hips. Carefully, he reached out and stroked the top of her cock, his thin fingers recoiling at the intense heat; the flesh was even more scorching than when he had had his lips on it! Before he could reach out again, Christie pulled him up by his behind, lifting him towards her breasts.

While one hand played with his ass, her fingers prodding at his tight hole, she removed her other from her cock and ran it down his slim chest. She took a moment to tweak his small nipples, drawing a tiny mewl of pleasure from his lips. As her mitt descended further, Christie's expression turning to one of hunger, something caught her eye. Her hands stopped, her fingers seconds away from penetrating the boy's hole, her other inches away from his little dick. A glint shone off her left ring finger.

Her wedding ring.

The white gold band, encrusted with numerous diamonds that circled its form, caught the light from the ceiling of the locker room, causing it to gleam brightly. The jewelry, the only piece she wore, squeezed her finger, acting as a constant reminder of what she'd had; it was tight, despite being custom-fitted - it always had been. She stared at it, her expression falling, images of her wedding day flashing through her mind. Her conscience picked a hell of a time to kick in!

Maybe fucking him would be a step too far.

Shaking her head, she thought for a moment. He didn't know what was going on, so there was no reason to leave him unsatisfied. He had earned some satisfaction anyway. Closing her eyes, she continued her previous movements, a large finger of hers slipping into his hole, causing him to let out a cute squeak; her other hand cupped his package, her palm big enough to cover the entire thing. Using two fingers, and purposefully using ones that her circlet of matrimony wasn't stuck on, she pulled at his pink worm, making the blonde boy moan in full.

"That's it," she encouraged, "cum for me cutie!"

Under Christie's expert ministrations, the femboy was brought to his limit in only moments. His little dick barely grew between her much larger fingers, and his ass wiggled against her probing digits. It didn't take long for her to find his pleasure spot, and she pressed down on it, using some of her knowledge from studying the topic online to manipulate it in a way that would make the blonde boy feel good; she had looked it up before, hoping that John might've been more susceptible to her playing with his butt if she knew what she was doing - besides, it wasn't much different than finger fucking a woman! When he did cum, it was a pitifully small rope and a few droplets that washed against her fingers, a barely noticeable amount.

She loosened her hold on his ass and let him slink to the floor, where he fell in a heap. Panting from the intensity of his dual-stimulation orgasm, his arm resting across his face, it was clear he was a one-and-done type of guy. Giving him a quick smirk, Christie grabbed her cock once more, the remnants of his insignificant load mixing with the coating of her own seed that whitewashed her pole. Turning her gaze towards the last conscious gym bunny, Christie stepped back, bringing her cockhead out of the blonde's reach.

"Looks like it's your turn."

The look of hunger returned to the futa's face.

"I-I don't know if I can ta-"

"You can," Christie cut her off, "now turn around and bend over."

The futa's command shook the busty woman to her core. A shiver ran down her spine, ending at her soaked cunt, causing it to let out a small spurt of her juices against her workout shorts. Standing up straight, dregs of cum splattering off her tits and onto the floor, she did as she was told. Her fat ass thrust into the air, wobbling back and forth to Christie's delight. The blonde yelped as she felt a large hand slap her ass, the futa's large hand coming down with enough strength to almost topple her over. The busty slut felt that giant mitt roam over ass before grabbing at the waist of her shorts, and before she could look back, it was yanked down along with her thin thong, roughly spreading her legs apart.

Not bothering to remove the stained garment completely, Christie grabbed onto the blonde's waist. Steadying her cock in her other, she squatted, angling her hips so that her glans waved in front of the woman's pulsing pink lips. Her cunt was engorged, wet and throbbing, clearly ready for what Christie had to offer. Mashing her cockhead against her pussy, drawing a moan and spray of girlcum from the woman, Christie basked in the air of anticipation that wafted off the woman's body. She teased the woman for a little while longer, before roughly thrusting forward, her cock spearing into the woman's accepting depths.

"Holy fuck that's big!"

Christie only grunted in response. Unlike the brunette, this one's body was a lot more open to being penetrated by such a monolithic foreign invader. Without pause, the futa continued to force her monster through the woman's walls, enjoying the feeling of her spacious, yet tight cunt; Christie could tell his slut was experienced, even if nothing could truly prepare her for the size the futa possessed. In no time, the blonde giant had her dick stuffed into the woman's womb, their combined copious juices letting her slide in with ease.

Now that she was nicely embedded in the gym slut, Christie stood up, lifting the blonde off her feet with her massive pole. Instead of being surprised, the woman's only response was to orgasm, her thighs tightening as a stream of her clear fluid ran down Christie's cock, her hands twisting at her own large nipples. Her clit ground against the futa's bulbous urethra, sending a mirrored rivulet of her juices down the underside of the shaft. Pistoning herself in deeper, the futa experimentally let go of her shaft and the woman's waist at the same time; to her delight, the woman stayed in the air, her entire body weight supported by the enormous shaft.

"Fuck you feel good," Christie moaned as she shoved more of her cock into the blonde woman, "nice and tight around my cock!"

Reaching out, she grabbed the woman's golden locks, wrapping them around into a makeshift ponytail that she could hold onto. Christie continued to burrow her cock deeper, moaning as she felt the blonde's fat tits wrap around her cock through her body. Giving her a few long strokes, enjoying the feeling of being titfucked in such a ridiculous manner, Christie felt her cock belch a new load of hot cum into the woman, inflating her further than she already was from sucking down a ridiculous amount of the futa's progeny. Pulling back, she barreled her cock forward as hard as she could, until she could see the outline of her glans pushing out from between the woman's breast, turning the skin a bright pink and stretching it all the way to her face.

"Love it when I can get really deep in a slut!"

Christie continued to pump casually, casually for her at least, into the blonde, using the woman's hair like reins to keep her steady on her cock. Looking around, Christie took notice of all the destruction she had wrought on the area: cum running down nearly every surface around them, the shattered remains of the bench strewn aimlessly, the broken locker next to her. Looking down at her own body, she realized she was covered in a sticky mess of her own sludge and the combined trio's fluids - not to mention the layer of sweat that still stuck to her body from her workout.

God she was gonna need a shower!

Deciding on a change of scenery, Christie spun around once more and began to walk towards the other end of the locker room. She stepped over the passed out femboy, still unmoved from where she had dropped him. Her feet splashed through the semen, occasionally crushing a piece of wood with a loud crunch , her cockwarmer's constant orgasmic moans the only other sound in the room. Passing by the still-inflated comatose brunette, her cunt permanently gaped, the pink chasm pouring a waterfall of cum onto the ground, Christie stopped by her locker.

With the busty blonde still stuck on her cock, the futa reached in for her phone, pausing for a moment. She opened her texts and scrolled down until she saw John's name. Her thumb hovered over it, her eyes studying the time stamp from their last message. Has it really been that long? It was just a name she had sent him, the name of a woman she barely remembered, and that had been ages ago. If it had been that long, what was the point of doing it now? The pretense of following the rules they'd set was already long gone.

Besides, she'd never learned any of their names!

Sighing, she threw her phone back into the locker and stomped towards the showers, her ears perking up at the sound of doors opening behind her…

Stepping into the open world once again, Christie squinted at the falling sun. How long had she been in there!? Not like it really mattered, she guessed. The blonde giant shrugged and adjusted her gym bag before walking into the parking lot. Strolling up to her car, a large four-door pickup truck, she threw open the door and tossed her bag inside, before climbing in herself; her truck was lifted, a practical necessity for someone as large as her. Hell, she was probably the only person who wasn't overcompensating by owning such a large vehicle! She turned it on and drove out of the lot, the gym fading into the foliage behind her, the large glowing sign at it's front that read 'GRANITE' disappearing from her rearview.

Christie drove aimlessly.

She had no plans, nowhere she needed to be, no one she needed to see. Sure, her phone constantly blowing up with messages and calls might have indicated otherwise , but she knew better. All of her fuckbuddies didn't demand her attention, they begged for it. Anytime they had a spare moment they seemed to try to get ahold of her, letting the futa know they were ready and very willing for another visit. But none of them interested her - they usually didn't once she had fucked them once or twice.

This line of thought led her to think of John, something that had been happening a lot more lately. It had been nice at first, being able to let loose again after so many years of holding back; fuck, she had almost forgotten what her fully hard cock looked like ! It had been refreshing, like all this time she had been keeping a part of herself sealed away, a very real part of herself. It was true in a way, she had always been an incredibly sexual person, but as she fell back into her old routine, she remembered what had attracted her to her husband in the first place - besides the fact that he was good looking, something she rarely felt towards men.

He had treated her like a person.

The intimidation factor was there at first, of course, her size and stature not allowing for much else upon first impressions. They sat next to each other in an introductory course their freshmen year, neither acknowledging each other until one day John had asked to see her notes after being out sick. Once that initial social barrier had been breached, they became friends, and John acted like she was just as normal as any of his other friends. He joked with her, invited her to the gym, studied with her - everything two normal people would do. They were able to hang out just as… friends, a concept so normal that was so foreign to the hyper hung futa.

It was hard for Christie to pinpoint exactly where her perception of others had originally gone so awry - puberty, probably. It seemed like overnight she had trouble fitting in desks and walking through doorways. She outgrew her clothes as soon as she bought them, and even her parent's hand-me-downs, her mom's first and then her dad's, were given back to them almost as quickly as they were received; that is if she hadn't stretched them out too much! Shooting up like a redwood tree in the span of months wasn't easy for anyone, but the whole event was made more difficult by her growing muscle mass as well.

Unlike most kids who found themselves blessed - or cursed, depending how it played out socially - with a myriad of added inches to their height, Christie didn't end up a lanky, gangly mess of too-long limbs like others her age. Instead, Christie got buff. She wasn't sure then what caused her to balloon with muscle, and she still wasn't really sure now, but it happened nonetheless. Everything she did seemed to add on pounds of strength to her form, as if the textbooks she carried to class were actually dumbbells she curled that caused her biceps to tear through more than one set of shirt sleeves.

This double-barreled blast of unnatural growth left her in an awkward spot, and not just when she was trying to fit into her mom's little two-door. Boys were uncomfortable around her, clearly intimidated by her physique, something that would continue well into adulthood. They approached her with a kind of wide-eyed terror, like the wrong word might cause her to snap and pummel them into the ground. Needless to say, she didn't get asked out a lot, which she didn't mind considering her preferences. The girls she grew up with on the other hand… treated her the same.

At least at first.

She wasn't a loner by any means but her friend group, entirely made up of the female persuasion, was small. Most girl's interest in her seemed to come from a place of fearful curiosity, like watching a wild animal stomp around restlessly at the zoo. But as she got older that changed, and more women started to show a different kind of interest in her. She had been mostly ignorant to it, more concerned with hiding the growth that happened further down her body than the stares of thirsty admirers. It wasn't until she lost her virginity, - her dick virginity at least, that her view on others changed so radically.

Looking back, it was surprising that it took her until she was 18 to have sex, but Christie didn't have the confidence she had now. She had stayed over at a friend's house for a regular sleepover, but a wardrobe malfunction led her friend to learn about her well-kept, sizable secret. In the same way that her many conquests acted now, her friend was completely mesmerized by her swinging meat. Needless to say that after a lot of clumsy mutual-exploration and experimentation, her friend was left a sperm-filled balloon in a freshly cum-coated room by the time Christie had left in the morning.

Everything was different after that.

Her friend had missed days of school after their coupling, and when she did come back, word of what happened to her spread like wildfire. Now men were petrified by the sight of her, and women suddenly showed a lot more interest in everything she did. It was the more promiscuous of the school's female population that approached her at first, but by the time she had graduated, everyone from the bookworms to the lone goth girls had gotten a taste of her prowess; if Christie had found someone even remotely attractive, she had them bedded by the end of the week, if not by the end of the day.

And that's how things went. Christie was practically fueled by her desire to fuck everyone around her. Men were, at worst, just obstacles for her to barrel through, the women around them a prize to barrel into . Christie was left satiated for another short period of time, and her partners received untold pleasures for being nothing more than passive toys for her to play with. Besides, when all it took was a single session with her to turn women, even the ones that had been her close friends, into babbling, cock-addicted messes, how else was she supposed to view them? It's not like they saw her any differently.

So absorbed was Christie in her self-reflection, she only just realized she had driven to the bar.

Pulled back into reality, she parked in the back of the lot, as far away from the building as she could. Her eyes scanned over the rows of cars, checking to see if John was working; his own more modest 4-door was amongst them. It was sad that she didn't even know when her own husband was working. They barely saw each other anymore - probably his own doing if she had to guess. She was either at work or fucking someone usually, and he was well… elsewhere . This dual-absence in each other's lives had all started on that day.

More than his cheating, more than the first time she had sex with someone else after their agreement, more than anything , that day is when things changed. She hadn't… she hadn't meant for things to go how they did. At least not at first. That entire 24 hours had been burned into her mind, and no doubt his as well. The more time that passed, the more it replayed in her brain over and over again. It had started the way it had completely by accident.

Melissa had come over to return tupperware, she hadn't lied to John about that. Christie'd been getting ready for work while John slept, drinking her coffee and walking around in nothing but an oversized robe - a normal morning for the futa. When Melissa knocked on the door, plastic bag in hand, Christie answered it promptly, greeting her neighbor with a hug; and that's where things went left. It was that moment that set the events of the day in motion.

Her robe slipped open. Christie still wasn't sure if she just hadn't tied it tight enough, or if it managed to brush against Melissa in such a way that it came loose, but the result was the same: she'd exposed herself to the unsuspecting housewife. She gaped at the giant futanari, stunned. It took her several moments to even realize what the married mother had been open-mouth staring at, her own eyes following the woman's line of sight. Before Christie could even begin to apologize and cover herself back up, Melissa reached out and wrapped a small hand around the mass of meat presented to her, seemingly entranced by the futa's exposed genitals, the shopping bag full of plastic containers dropped and forgotten.

It had felt like the old days.

The next minutes were a blur, and in no time Christie had the woman disrobed and on her knees, the head of her cock slapping at the woman's waiting slit. It was only a little while later that John walked in, probably woken by the sounds of Melissa's moaning - or her screaming . Christie was surprised of course, and tried to act natural - well at least as natural as she could with a couple feet of dick inserted into her friend. That wasn't mentioning that natural for her during sex and outside of it were like yin and yang.

During sex, Christie was a completely different creature, and that was putting it mildly. She was a normal person when she wasn't horny, and over her years of marriage had managed to suppress the inner-deviant side of herself enough to build friendships she wouldn't have had pre-John. They had other couple friends, she had friends from work, and even friends in the neighborhood, like Melissa. All of that wouldn't have been possible if Christie hadn't been doing her damndest to bury that side of her personality, and all of it was thrown out the window as soon as she got her dick wet again.

So when she was ravaging Melissa right in front of John, it took everything in her power to contain her natural aggression. She certainly wasn't about to stop fucking the woman, that was for damn sure, but if she could try and explain herself to John then maybe things would go over smoothly. At the same time, she found herself gauging her husband's reaction, an automatic response for someone who had spent so many years trying to fuck everyone she could; his reaction was what she had expected, but not exactly what she'd wanted.

At least not completely.

His shock was palpable, exactly as she had guessed it would be. What she had wanted was for him to undress right there and join them. To walk over and start kissing her. To bury his face in her balls and get to licking. To bend over and give himself to her. Everything she had craved their entire relationship! Obviously none of that happened. He just stood there, frozen in place, confused as to how to process what he was seeing - but through all that her practiced eye saw something else.

Arousal .

The most obvious sign was the blush of his cheeks, which showed even through his slightly tan complexion. She watched his breathing grow heavier, although that could have been just from the adrenaline of seeing something so unexpected; still, a futa could hope! Lastly, her eyes roamed to the area she was most interested in. It wouldn't have been noticeable if she wasn't intentionally looking, but there was definitely some movement underneath his shorts. It was that smaller glimmer that he'd felt something down there that guided her actions for the rest of the day.

After shooing him away, not wanting to overload him with her overwhelming sexuality, her mind raced with fantasies of the future, one's she tried to set in motion. She didn't wake up planning on fucking her pear-shaped boss either, but as she explained to John, it just kind of happened. Well, that wasn't quite right. She had made it happen and damn did it feel good! Carol was always on her case, even though Christie did her job well. Sure, she showed up late sometimes, but she stayed late when that happened, and did everything she needed to before leaving. The mix of her anger at her boss, and the rush she'd had from fucking someone in front of her husband, led to things going as they did.

Deciding to send her husband the video was a much more planned action, however. Looking back, Christie wondered if that was really the right decision. Had she been overzealous? The excitement at being able to be herself again, with the small bit of hope that her husband might be into it, had made her careless, she reflected. If she had drawn out the whole thing more, ascertained how he really felt about her being back in action, maybe won him over with her sexual prowess first, would things have gone differently?

Maybe she'd never know.

Going to John's job was probably her favorite part of the day, the peak before everything went downhill. Feeling so confident, knowing all the eyes were on her, being able to flirt with her husband like she did when they were younger - it was all so refreshing! He seemed more relaxed in that environment as well, and Christie had tried to see if he would mention the events of earlier at all. Plus that cute waitress hanging around them had made her mind race with possibilities. She was practically on fire ; it took everything in her power not to pull John in for a kiss right there in front of everyone!

Christie wasn't much of a drinker, so after a few of her husband's heavy-handed pours, nature called. When Megan, the waitress, accompanied her, she should have known what was coming. But she was too happy, too lost floating on cloud-nine, to think it through. All she was thinking about was her and John's future. Swaggering into the bathroom with the busty little thing next to her was practically an afterthought until she had realized the kind of situation she'd created. What happened next…

…

The door to the handicapped stall, a necessity for a futanari as big as she was, flew open as Christie entered, a slight sway in her step from the several drinks she'd knocked back. Standing in front of the porcelain throne, the blonde giantess busied herself with undoing her skirt, thankful for the zipper on its side for times like this. Removing the long gray garment, she slung it over the top of the stall wall, one that didn't even come up to the bottom of her eyes. Having forgone any underwear, a futility for someone as hyper endowed as her, she grabbed her shaft by its middle and aimed it at the toilet, the massive head waving above the bowl.

With a loud moan, she loosened her internal hold on her bladder. A thick, golden stream, one befitting her cock's enormity and the gaping hole that was her urethra, blasted into the toilet. Christie reached out a long arm and grabbed the top of the stall next to her discarded dress, her fingers nearly denting the black metal from the force of her grip. The bathroom was filled by the sounds of her release, a loud splashing sound reverberating through the room. Christie's ears, even in her intoxicated state, picked up Megan's bewildered exclamations from the neighboring stall.

Her eyes focusing back on her cock, Christie realized a problem she hadn't considered: the bowl was going to overfill. At home, they were higher than these public toilets, and she could maneuver herself to be able to press the handle while in the middle of taking care of business, but that wouldn't be possible here; if she were to try, she'd either spray her piss everywhere, or dunk her cock into the yellow-tinted water. Neither seemed particularly appealing. A mischievous grin touched her lips as she formed a devilish idea.

"Oh Megan?" she called over the sound of her urination.

"Y-yes Christie?" an uncertain voice responded.

"Sorry to ask but I need a little help, something John usually does for me," Christie started to lie, trying to hold back a giggle, "cause of my height and all. Can you come in here for a second?"

There was a pause.

"Uh yeah, sure."

Christie waited, trying to temper her powerful flow the best she could. She heard the door to her stall open slowly - it was a good thing she'd forgotten to lock it! Looking over her shoulder, she smiled as Megan walked in. The waitress immediately stopped, her mouth falling open. Christie could only imagine the view she had: the futa's bare, muscled legs framing her melon-sized balls, and probably a bit of her pissing cock as well. Megan's shocked expression was to die for!

"I just need you to flush the toilet for me honey."

Megan didn't move.

"And soon!" she added hastily.

Nodding, Megan walked over, her eyes scanning every inch of the futa's naked lower-half. Christie kept her head turned, staring at the waitress, until she ended up right next to her, Megan's head barely coming up her clothed-breasts. Her smile grew wider as she watched the woman's eyes bulge in their sockets as she finally laid eyes on her spitting snake, her green orbs furiously scanning over every inch of it. Christie took a moment to admire the red-haired girl's bountiful bosom, which was pushed nearly to her chin.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Christie asked rhetorically, her smile nearly touching her ears.

"It's… how?" The waitress replied, clearly at a loss for words, "What eve-"

"C'mon," Christie cut her off, "I need you to flush for me! I don't want to make a mess."

The busty woman's eyes traveled down, following the dark yellow stream as it blasted from the futa's bent hose, down towards the nearly-filled bowl. The liquid waste had nearly filled it to the brim, the toilet's natural draining mechanisms struggling to contain the excess fluid. She reached out with a trembling hand, attempting to do as she was told, until, in her cock-induced trance, her hand accidentally bumped into the awe-inspiring appendage before her, causing it to jiggle and send its fluid expulsion flying all around.

She didn't move her hand.

Christie giggled as she watched the entire thing unfold. Megan seemed to not notice the amused sounds coming from above her, instead letting her hand rest against the side of the futa's flaccid fuckstick. Still shaking ever so slightly, she brushed it back and forth across a stretch of cock, like she was cautiously petting a wild animal. Christie could see her behemoth flex and pulse like it was reacting to the woman's touch instead of it being caused by her seemingly unending release. Both of them barely noticed that the toilet had overfilled and was beginning to leak onto the floor.

"Find something you like?" Christie teased. Megan nodded absentmindedly like she'd barely heard her, and placed her other hand on the ponderous pole. With both hands on the mass of meat, she began to massage it like it was one of Christie's bulging back muscles, and not a muscle of a different kind. Her tan digits explored every ridge and crevice in the numerous inches that made up the futa's flaccid genitals, tracing over the many veins that were longer than the fingers touching them!

The futa let her grope her dick, for now , to her heart's content; at least until she was done making a mess of this inadequate toilet. Christie could feel her stream dying down anyway, and she took a minute to glance at the puddle that had formed around their feet - at least she had made an attempt at keeping it contained! With a last grunt, her urination died down to a steady drip, each large dollop pushing more of the golden liquid from the top of the bowl. Tightening her grip on her member, Christie shook it up and down, throwing off the last drops and inadvertently forcing Megan's hands off.

She took a step back and turned to the waitress.

"Megan, look at the mess you caused!" Christie exclaimed with fake admonishment while she waved her cock back and forth in front of the woman's eyes, "I think someone needs to be punished!"

"P-punished?" Megan questioned, her eyes wide and following the giant glans closely.

"That's right, you've been a naughty girl," Christie purred back, "I think you should clean my cock to make up for it."

There was a short pause.

"Now open wide!"

Like it was an automatic response, as if it was as natural as breathing, Megan opened her mouth. She didn't have to think twice about it, following the command of the muscled blonde in front of her. Her small tongue even poked out, a subtle act that showed total obedience; total obedience to a complete stranger, a person she hadn't known for a day. A stranger that was her coworker's wife . But all of that was irrelevant in the face of what she was facing: the biggest, meatiest, longest fucking cock she'd ever seen in her life!

Christie sneered at the redhead's compliance. God how she missed this feeling! It was like being back in college all over again, seducing anyone she was even remotely interested in with ease. She was practically drunk off the feeling, and combined with all the alcohol coursing through her veins, she might as well have been! Someone people lived for the chase, she lived for the conquering ! And right now, she might as well have been Alexander the fucking Great!

Without any ceremony or waiting, Christie shoved her titanic tip in between the waitresses' painted-red lips. The tongue Megan had so dutifully stuck out was forced back between her teeth, no room for it out of her mouth when her lips were already stretched to their limit; hell, there was barely any room for it in her mouth! It was pressed completely flat just to free up more space for the futa's spongy cockhead, which felt like it was creeping into her throat, and it wasn't even completely in !

Reaching out, Christie roughly grabbed a handful of the girl's red locks, and held her still - not that Megan was trying to pull away. Using her other hand, she shook her cock back and forth like she had when she was cleaning it of the remnants of her piss, bouncing it around the waitress's mouth. The redhead's cheeks bulged outward, painfully pushed every which way as Christie used her like her own personal cock polisher. The futa dipped her cock deeper, causing Megan to gag and spit up saliva around the fleshy intruder, bubbles of spit spilling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

"Yeah get me nice and clean," Christie snarled, "polish my fucking cock!"

A mouth around her cock felt so good! It had been too long! She had skipped any oral fun with her partners earlier today, and the one friend she had hooked up with before had basically ignored foreplay to get straight to the fucking. Christie relished the warmth and wetness the slut's maw provided, and pumped her hips forward. Her cock immediately tunneled into the tan woman's throat, bulging it like she had done to her cheeks. The blonde futa watched as Megan's hands went up to try and get a hold on Christie's cock, but they both knew it was a futile attempt; Christie was in control here!

Pulling Megan even deeper onto her tremendous club by her hair, Christie thrust forward at the same time. More of her impossible genitalia sank deeper into the woman's body, and the futa could already feel her glans hit the bottom of her esophagus. Moaning loudly, her cock flexed, bashing around in Megan's moist cock holster before releasing a jet of precum that fired directly into her stomach. There was another thing she missed: dumping her seed into a person instead of a toilet.

Although the waitress would basically end up as a human toilet for her progeny when Christie was through with her!

Christie repeated this set of motions over and over again. She fucked her cock deeper into the redhead, her rod now swirling around the depths of the woman's stomach, her urethra constantly expanding to let out more semen. Her beast was also expanding, fattening up as it lengthened, tunneling through the redhead's insides. Christie tore her eyes away from her impressive, growing monster, having been admiring her own insane endowment the whole time, and looked at Megan's face. A pair of bloodshot eyes peered back up at her, tears welling around them, pleading for a break. Her face was nearly blue as well, and sweat was beading down the girl's face.

Sighing, Christie pulled back. Reluctantly, she hauled her pole from out of Megan's body, leaving just the majority of her cockhead resting between her stretched lips. Smiling, the futa looked on with amusement at the red stains that newly painted her shaft, Megan's smeared lipstick leaving no guesses on where they came from. The rest of her makeup was equally as ruined, her dark eyeliner running down her cheeks like black rivers, blotches showing on her cheek where her natural complexion poked through the layer of foundation masking her skin. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air, only to be interrupted as Christie's thick seed poured from her nose with a loud choke.

Taking another step back, her head nearly pressed against the wall, Christie slipped her cock out of the woman's mouth fully, allowing her to suck in oxygen uninterrupted. As Megan heaved, trying to clear her throat of the excess cum clogging her airways, Christie raised her cock skyward. Soft, it was already long enough to cast a shadow over the waitress's body even while she was standing straight, and now in it's half-hard state, it towered above her, dwarfing the redhead's features, the head even poking above Christie's own hairline. She waved it back and forth, flinging spit and cum all over the floor and Megan's scantily-clad figure. Giving it a slow stroke until her hand was gripping the middle of her shaft, Christie brought her cock down like a whip, smacking the underside of her monolith on Megan's forehead; a meaty slap resounded through the room.

Caught by surprise from the unexpected act and the force of the blow, Megan slipped, the melded lake of semen and urine covering the stall floor not helping her situation. Reaching out, her fingers barely managed to wrap around the metal bar sticking from the wall, and the redhead was somehow able to catch herself before she completely fell into the murky liquid waiting below. Still trying not to lose her balance, she squatted, her fat cheeks threatening to tear through her too-small shorts, her voluptuous ass hovering only inches above the floor. Thrusting her other hand out into the empty air next to her, she used it to finish steadying herself, before looking back towards Christie.

'Hey what the fu-"

This time Christie didn't even have to say anything to cut her off. She simply glared at Megan over her humongous breasts, past her telephone pole-thick cock, and down at the crouching slut. Every inch of the muscular futanari's body screamed power, from her biceps which looked ready to tear through her top as they flexed from the power needed to handle her corpulent cunt ruiner, to her thighs, each of which looked as thick as Megan's own torso . And she stood there grimacing, her sky blue eyes penetrating the redhead to her core, the only movement coming from her the rise and fall of her button-ripping chest, and her throbbing cock, which sprayed rope after rope of cum onto the wall next to the pair like it was trying to mimic a Pollock painting.

The waitress gulped.

"Sorry, were you saying something?" Christie asked, breaking the silence. Her voice dripped with challenge, the same challenge that had burned in her pupils and caused Megan to go silent. The redhead stuttered, struggling to come up with a response. It wasn't a matter of what she was gonna say, it was more of how was she going to apologize to this Goddess? Her mind raced as she tried to come up with the right words to say, until a movement from the blonde futanari caught her attention once more.

Silently, Christie aimed her cock towards Megan. It wobbled back and forth, dipping under its own weight until the futa got control of it. Tightening her grip, her face-palming hands nowhere near big enough to wrap around her goliath's grotesque girth, Christie stabilized it until it was pointed directly at the redhead's face. Megan watched as a huge lump sped up the underside of the futa's cock, distending her urethra obscenely, a loud rumbling heralding it's ascent, before her sight landed on the cumslit in the center of that fleshy, pink glans, which opened like a yawning mouth - and it might as well have been one from how big it was!

At that moment, Megan's brain formed a coherent thought, something for her to say to the gorgeous futanari in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak, but was once again cut off. It came from Christie, but not from her voice or an intimidating look; no, this interruption came from her cock . Her gaping cum cavern belched out a creamy load, a high-pressure spray that seemed to cover Megan's head, fill her mouth, and splatter over her hand-engulfing cleavage, all at once. Failing to react quickly enough, she took the entire blast, both choking and sputtering as her body struggled to comprehend what was happening to her. The shot lasted several seconds, and whatever thought she managed to configure was lost to time… and cum !

Christie didn't even let the waitress catch her breath before she moved towards her. Lifting her cock slightly so it wouldn't bash into the redhead's face, she stepped forward until her massive, boulder-esque thighs surrounded the woman's comparatively small frame. Before Megan even had a chance to clear her eyes of the ball gunk that filled them, Christie swung her hips forward, sending her filled-to-the-brim cannonballs careening towards her face. It was those that she wanted bashing into her husband's coworker's face; bashing, and more .

She didn't even need to wrap her legs around Megan's head to make her balls stay where she wanted them; the combination of the sticky surprise she had left all over her features and the sheer enormity of her sack meant that the head-sized globes were firmly wrapped around the slut's visage. Christie, however, wasn't against making it absolutely certain she got what she wanted, and pressed a hand against the back of Megan's head, the veins on her muscled wrist sticking out like the one's on her cock as she flexed and pushed the redhead deeper into her nuts.

"Yeah bitch, don't forget to clean my balls too!"

Shimmying her hips, Christie ground her balls against Megan's face, her head nearly completely covered by the smothering sack. At the same time, Christie began to stroke her cock more rapidly, her half-closed fist flying up and down its vast length. Feeling Megan's hands leave their steadying position, the futa looked down and watched as they groped at her tree-trunk thighs, running up and down the granite hills and dips created by her muscles, before moving towards her junk. Once her hands found Christie's rumbling, growing baby factories, the blonde giantess could feel her stick out her tongue in tandem with her groping, and she began to actively lick at the endless plains of thick flesh surrounding her visage.

Moaning, Christie let her head fall back in pleasure. There was nothing like a hot mouth on your balls! Her self-ministrations grew more rapid as her cock hardened further, and a wet slapping sound filled the room. She didn't have to open her eyes to know what was making that sound: no doubt her constant gushes of cum were coating everything in front of her - the walls, the toilet, the floor - in its essence. Slurping sounds from below her punctuated these splatters, like a dog sloppily drinking water from an overfilled bowl, and the noise only heightened her arousal.

It didn't take long for her to finish reaching her full size.

Christie let herself enjoy her mouth-aided masturbation for a bit longer, not in any rush to get to the main event; well, not in that much of a rush. Letting go of her cock and Megan's head, she put her hands on her hips and watched the slut work fervently between her legs. Having released her appendage, it now rested heavily atop the waitress's cum-drenched head, bouncing under its own weight and constantly tapping against the redhead's hair. With a grunt her cock fired off another salvo, one that hit the toilet's tank before seeping into the still-leaking, now-clogged bowl. Cocking her head at the sight, Christie came up with the perfect place to move her fun to.

Stepping back, she let her balls detach themselves from Megan's face, who practically chased after them while she gasped for air once more. Before she could dive face-first into those pungent seed mills, Christie bent forward and slipped her hands into the cock-drunk woman's armpits. Lifting her up like she weighed nothing, she carried her forward as the whore looked around wildly, confused as to what was going on. She didn't have a chance to gather her bearings before she was sat on the top of the toilet's tank. It was only once she was still once more that she managed to focus on something .

Christie's cock.

It wafted in front of her cum-and-sweat drenched face for a moment, a scent that smelled like pure arousal assaulting her senses, before it vanished from her sight for just a moment. It wasn't until Christie stepped back and let her cock bob against Megan's stomach, that she was able to see it fully. Thick as her thigh and longer than one of her legs easily, the practically head-sized glans poked the front of her shirt. It was pale and veiny and menacing . There were veins on it that were nearly the size of her own closed fist! It was just so…

Oh god .

Everything! The musk that filled the room, a mixture of the acrid emissions sitting below her and pungent virility that was everywhere else, fogged her brain. The imposing futanari whose head nearly touched the ceiling, a dangerous combination of drop-dead beauty and untold strength, made her whole body flush with arousal. The pure ridiculousness of what was happening to her sent her heart racing with excitement. And that fucking cock. And those fucking balls. And the fucking everything!

Squealing, Megan kicked her feet out, her hips thrusting towards the ceiling. Her hands tore at her too-small top, pulling at the bottom of her shirt and lifting it above her bra-clad breasts, which she quickly freed in her scramble to touch herself. Her tan mounds flopped onto her chest, each one a couple handfuls worth of fatty titflesh. Wasting no time, she grabbed at her brown nipples, pulling on the small nubs, twisting them back and forth. Legs kicking out once more, they went stiff in the air as she gasped. A dark, wet patch appeared on the front of her shorts, which grew until it almost completely covered her bottoms from her belt line down to the hem of her leg holes. After nearly a minute of complete rigidity, she fell back against the wall, panting, her sneakers tapping against the sides of the toilet bowl.

"God did you just fucking cum!?" Christie bellowed, laughing at the perverse sight, "I haven't even touched you yet!"

"I'm sor- I just," Megan struggled to catch her breath, "you're just so fucking… hot!"

"That's right I am slut," Christie smirked, crossing her arms, "now take off your clothes."

Megan nodded back at her as her breathing returned to normal. Lifting her legs, she fiddled with her shorts, having trouble with the now-soaked button and zipper. After a minute she managed to undo them, and she began to push her shorts down her legs. Her big, tan ass came into view, squishing into the cold porcelain. Kicking, she managed to get it off one leg, but found it stuck on her other foot, the wet garment tangled against her shoe. Giving her leg a weak shrug, she grabbed at her black thong that matched her disheveled bra, and began to repeat the process.

But Christie was impatient.

Reaching out, she brushed the slut's hands away and grabbed the front of her soggy underwear. Like it was nothing more than a tissue, she ripped it from the redhead's crotch, exposing a patch of pubic hair that definitely matched the drapes. Megan yelped at this sudden undressing, and before she could say anything, Christie shoved the ruined piece of cloth into her mouth. Megan's eyes went wide as she looked at the futa, her voice now muffled by her own juice-sodden thong.

"That should keep you quiet. Can't have anyone hear you scream!"

A shocked expression met Christie's own cocky gaze; but it was only a momentary surprise. Looking down, Megan realized what the futa had meant - she was gonna shove that fucking monstrosity inside of her pussy, and that was enough to make anyone howl! Not wanting to disappoint her new fuck toy, Christie grabbed her cock once more, bent forward, and placed her preposterous cockhead against the redhead's moist slit. She rubbed it up and down for a moment, letting her own milky secretion add some much needed lubrication. Christie even took a moment to tease the slut even more, and used her glans to push the woman's clit around, causing her to let out several small clear squirts that splashed into the bowl below her.

Wasting no more time, Christie shoved her dick forward. Meeting the expected resistance, she refused to relent, and continued to push her cock against the waitress's cunt, who began to pant against her cloth gag. Megan's plump lower lips began to peel apart, immediately turning a deep red from the pressure put on them, spreading around the futa's massive mushroom tip. Roaring louder than she'd meant to, Christie jerked her hips, forcing her cock into the whore's unprepared hole. A loud schlicking sound signaled her success.

She was in.

There was a short pause, like her body was once again struggling to catch up to what had happened to it, before Megan began to writhe on Christie's cock and gasp into her thong. While Megan tried to get used to the mega sized meat tearing her cunt in half, not that someone could ever get truly used to such a thing, Christie grabbed onto her ankles and raised her legs up. Widening her stance, the futa made her first real thrust forward.

Unlike when she normally fucked a new slut, and went a bit slower so she could savor her conquests no-doubt superb tightness, this whole situation was riskier; it reminded her of when she would core out coeds in the many college bathrooms between classes. So she decided to just fuck to her hearts content. Rampaging forward, she speared her lethal weapon deep into the redhead's insides, creating a distension in the shape of her cock in her stomach. Inches of her multi-foot cock slammed into the muffled moaning slut, stretching her walls to their absolute limits.

"That's a tight fucking cunt," Christie growled as she started to thrust in and out of the waitress, "but it won't be for long!"

Hammering her cock into its new home, Christie felt herself bash against Megan's cervix - her third of the day! It didn't take her long to pierce it, obliterating it with her giant glans and distending it around her veiny shaft. Now that she was in the woman's womb, Christie ramped up her pistoning, aided by this fiery-haired bitch's gushing cunt; feminine nectar constantly sprayed from around her overstuffed pussy, soaking Christie's cock, the bottom of her own jiggling cheeks, and the porcelain throne she sat atop.

It wasn't long before Christie's cannon began to fire off as well, filling Megan's womb with her pre-seed. The path the blonde giantess's cock took through the redhead's body was clearly outlined by the bulge in her skin, which trailed up from her bellybutton to between her breasts. The futa's hips were practically a blur as she railed the poor girl, whose eyes had rolled back up in her head from the intensity of having orgasm after orgasm forced from her body. After stuffing herself deep enough, her cockhead pushing at Megan's huge tits, Christie let go of her legs, letting the bare appendages flail limply next to her, and put her hands on the wall above the waitress's head.

Having moved closer to the toilet, Christie's churning, cum-filled spheres, bounced around above the toilet bowl, nearly hitting the tank. Her thrusts grew more erratic as she really began to fuck her husband's coworker. Fingers scratching marks into the wall, Christie grit her teeth as she tried to bring herself to orgasm, her whole body jerking back and forth. Over and over again she thundered her cock into Megan's ruined pussy, practically denting the wall with the slut's limp body. Her balls slammed into the toilet so hard, Christie was pretty sure she could hear the porcelain start to crack from the intense impact. Her face was twisted into a scowl as she tried to rush her own climax.

"Yeah yeah," Christie breathed heavily onto Megan's face, "gonna fill you up really fucking good whore!"

Cursing loudly, Christie shoved herself as deep as she could, her cock nearly poking at Megan's throat , the distension in the redhead's skin pushing up and tenting her pulled up shirt. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, sweat dotting her brow, her muscles tensed enough to nearly rip through her top. She was cumming. Her loudly rumbling cum factories confirmed it, and the slight growth in her destructive leviathan left no doubt about it. Christie's entire hunched body almost completely covered Megan's, her blonde hair shielding her nearly-passed out features from view.

"Take my fucking load!"

This exclamation acted as the only warning Megan received before her insides were flooded. What little sense of self she had left was focused on this feeling of being filled, like someone was pouring gallons of boiling hot sludge into the core of her being. There was an immediate sensation of skin stretching, her body growing heavier with each passing second. Her breasts shifted all of a sudden, being pushed up and out towards her chin. Of course, even when barely conscious, her cunt still reacted, ejecting ribbons of cunt syrup onto the monster throwing up inside of her.

All she could do was gurgle into her thong.

Christie, on the other hand, was much more active in her own orgasm. Rutting erratically, she fucked her cock in different directions within the busty redhead, like she was trying to make sure her cum marked every part of the woman's womb. Her fist beat against the wall, creating cracks as she tried not to yell through her ejaculation. Each new blast of virile seed she dumped into the waitress sent an electric pulse shooting up from her churning cum factories, through her cock, before vibrating the rest of her body with pure ecstasy. Fuck she felt great!

Unfortunately, Megan was already reaching her limits. Even though Christie was a bit out of practice, it didn't take a genius to figure out the redhead's womb was packed far beyond capacity. Shoving herself backward using the wall above Megan as leverage, Christie stepped away from her, her throbbing balls, whose combined size had eclipsed the toilet tank, bouncing against her shins. Her spitting serpent came with her, gaping the inflated woman's cunt one last time as the bell-shaped glans ripped free, bouncing into the open air wildly. Even though Megan was done, Christie wasn't.

By a long shot .

Her hands went to her cock without pause, flying up and down it's length in a blur. Her monster continued to unload salvo after salvo onto the passed-out woman. The redhead's stomach, which looked like she'd swallowed a beachball and hung over her crotch towards the toilet bowl, was hit with the first unsheathed blasts. The futa's thick cream splattered over her tanned skin, ropes and dollops flying onto the rest of her body. Each hit caused her belly to wobble, and forced her cunt to expel the trillions of swimmers swirling within her out and into the toilet. It didn't take long for it to become overfilled by the white goo.

Aiming up, Christie made sure to paint her face, gluing the makeshift gag to her lips in her seed. Her mussed-makeup was rendered invisible by the new coat that was so forcefully applied to her face, and her hair was soaked in turn. The wall behind her, of course, got caught in the crossfire, and was repainted in the blonde futanari's essence. Christie altered the rest of her body with cum as well, taking a moment to point at each limp-hanging leg and arm, leaving no part of the woman uncovered.

The hose of semen didn't stop when the waitress was completely covered either. Christie lashed her in her essence several times before turning her cock elsewhere. She didn't have a target really, but that didn't stop her cum from ruining toilet paper, seat covers, and everything else around her. Cum seeped off the walls, criss-crossed the stall door like perverse graffiti, and pooled across the floor into the neighboring stalls; by the time she was done, the only things that hadn't been covered, was herself for the most part, and her skirt which still hung next to her, completely clean.

Now that her orgasm had died down to a steady leak , Christie took a minute to observe her handiwork. A cum filled and plastered slut, a covered room, and a cock that was growing more satiated as the day went on! Chuckling to herself, Christie gingerly grabbed her skirt from where it was draped next to her, and stepped away from the carnal carnage she'd created. Opening the door to the stall, she took a step out, pausing briefly to take one last look at what she'd done. Her cheeks reddened.

"Sorry John…" she muttered sheepishly.

…

Christie could feel herself starting to get hard just reliving the memory. Still riding the sexual high that that day continued to pile onto her, she hadn't considered that maybe leaving John's coworker, and by extension, the women's restroom, in such a desecrated state might have been a bad thing. Her sex-addled mind had thought of it as a tease, a kind of gift for him, one that showed him what he had been missing. She had wanted him to be a part of the world that she had missed - that they had missed since they got together, the way she had wanted things to be all along. If he could just accept her for how she was, things would be… better.

Shaking her head again, Christie reached over and into her gym bag, shuffling through the contents until she found her phone. It was like an automatic response at this point to check it whenever she got a free moment. Always waiting, always hoping. And like always, there was nothing for her - at least nothing she cared about. She scrolled for a moment, considering her numerous options; none were tempting enough to catch her interest. Frowning, she put her phone away, her hand knocking into her jar of protein power; it was feeling a bit light.

Perhaps a trip to the store was in her future.

The drive was a quiet one, and Christie still couldn't shake the self-reflection that had gripped her this evening. How she had acted. How John had reacted. How she had treated him. Equal mixes of letting loose, and getting revenge, she had to admit herself, fueled more or her actions than she cared to admit. He had done it to her , after all. All but ignored an integral part of being, only to betray her when things got bad. She had been angry, and if he wasn't so special, so caring and loving up until then, she would have just left. Maybe that would have been better considering what happened in the end.

The end of that day.

She'd been frustrated. Pacing around the house, cleaning up her earlier mess, trying to patiently wait for John to get home. He hadn't texted, hadn't called her, hadn't given her any inclination as to what he was thinking. Then, Raven showed up. A troublesome surprise. She stood shyly at their front door asking to come in. She wanted to apologize, to explain herself; Christie was more interested in knowing how this stranger managed to ensnare her husband.

Once the adultress had walked into the light, Christie did have to compliment John's taste: the woman was hot ; though not as hot as her, of course. A pale complexion, long black hair, dark makeup - her looks suited her name. Plus those big tits that pushed out her simple blouse were an eye-catcher for sure. Christie found herself growing very distracted by the time the homewrecker had sat on her couch. This faux-goth girl just screamed sex.

She started off with compliments. Telling her how beautiful she was and how they had such a nice house. Then she quickly moved on to apologizing. Over and over she expressed how sorry she was over the whole thing. She explained that she had just gotten out of a bad relationship and she was looking for something to cure her loneliness - something short and fun. And John was just so charming and hot and easy to talk to - the same things that had attracted Christie to him in the first place. He seemed lonely too, she said, even if he was vague about why his marriage wasn't going so well.

So she asked Christie why.

How was it that he was unhappy with a partner who was so sweet, caring, and not to mention gorgeous? A wife that worked full time and helped support him through his unemployment? Christie tried to be vague in her responses, but Raven was persistent. Eventually she hit the nail on the head and asked if it was their sex life, which only led to more confusion. John didn't seem to have any trouble performing with her, so why in the world would it be an issue with someone who was undoubtedly hotter than she was? It didn't take long for Christie to decide how the rest of the night was gonna go, and the removal of her skirt cemented that path.

When John walked in on Christie ravaging the woman he cheated on her, she felt just as conflicted as he must have. The entire day's worth of decisions and developments caught up to her all at once when she laid eyes on her husband watching her. There was still a part of her that had wanted him to come and join her, mirroring her desires that morning with Melissa, but the fact that he didn't and that she had to come face to face with the woman who had made things worse, combined into a mix of confusing emotions.

Arousal.

Sadness.

Anger .

It was why she had really laid it all out on the table when she yelled at him. Everything she wanted to say, everything she had wanted to let him know for all these years finally came out. Blending this with the arousal she had been riding all day, caused her to basically laugh in his face. She bragged and bragged and bragged, letting him know exactly who he had married. And all these emotions that had bubbled to the surface continued to mix, until she'd felt ready to burst .

Truthfully, it was fueled part by the fact that she was trying not to cry. To say it was all an act would have been a lie, the anger she felt being very real; but there was something she was covering up. Despair. Against her nature, against how she had been since she'd come of age, against her absolute being , Christie wanted to beg John. Beg him to accept her. Beg him to touch her. Beg him to love her the way she was meant to be loved!

But she didn't.

She didn't. She continued to destroy his ex-lover and make him a shadow of a whisper of a distant memory in the back of her brain. Then, when she saw him cum in his own pants, that proved to be the final nail in the coffin. It was the most obvious confirmation that he found her, and more importantly, what she possessed , sexy, but still refused to act on it. That was what it took for her to finally dismiss him, and spend the rest of the night taking her frustration out on Raven. She had barely slept before…

The bright fluorescents of the supermarket brought her back to the present. She shielded her eyes as she stepped into the store, blinking several times to let her eyes adjust from the darkness of the evening. Opening them fully, her eyes met the reflection of her own body in an overhanging mirror. Admiring herself, she used this mirror to her advantage, Christie took a minute to adjust the clothes she had changed into after the gym, still not quite used to not completely covering herself when she went out - a necessary evil to kill temptation when she was still monogamous.

A green tank top barely covered her unrestrained chest, the flimsy straps struggling against her mountainous lats. It came up only to the top of her abs, just covering a little bit of the hard flesh under the bottom of her tits. It was all bare skin from there until her waist, which a pair of gray, oversized sweatpants loosely hung off of. They came down to right above her ankles, her feet half-covered by a pair of brown, oversized sandals. A simple outfit, but one that was the perfect mix of freeing but not obscene.

Well, not that obscene.

Sure, you could see the upper slopes of her pale breasts, creating a valley of cleavage that could engulf someone's head. Sure, her nipples poked through the thin material of her top, like two hard bullets just begging to be sucked on. And sure, the soft meat between her legs flopped and swayed with every step, stretching her pant leg outward, more so than it already was by her head-crushing thighs, and creating a clear outline of what exactly she was packing down there. But these are the kind of things that someone would see only if they were really looking, and who was paying that much attention to her?

She smiled at the thought.

As they did when she did basically anything , Christie's uncovered arms flexed as she toyed with her outfit. Just the simple act of pulling down the bottom of her top caused her muscles to bulge, stretching the skin tight, her veins creating tubular, marker-thick ridges and protuberances across her flesh. She yanked at the sides of her pants as well, trying to get the awkwardly-fitting garment to stay put; it was tight around her firm, large ass, and even tighter in the middle where her slumbering python rested, but it was much looser around her smaller middle. She played with her outfit for a little bit longer before venturing forth.

One of the few consistencies in Christie's life was going to the gym, and with how much and how long she worked out, she used quite a bit of protein powder in each of her shakes; the growth in her muscle mass from these past couple of months definitely showed it. Heading to the aisle where it was located in the store, the futa's eyes roamed over the few other shoppers that wandered the building at this late hour, none particularly catching her interest. That was, until she turned into the aisle she'd been strolling towards.

A cocky smile greeted her. A row of perfectly white teeth that contrasted again the dark skin of their owner sat below a pair of piercing brown eyes. Long, straight white hair flanked this confident visage. This tall person, nearly as tall as Christie was, was posed, one largely muscled arm bent downward, their hand resting on their hip, the other flexed in the opposite direction, a jar of 'FMG' protein powder resting on their outstretched palm. The rest of this person's body was just as strong looking, minus a pair of large breasts, and she was dressed in tight workout clothes, showing off her well-sculpted form; she wasn't as big as Christie, but she was closer than the futa had ever seen. A beautiful woman indeed, except that she was a flat, cardboard advertisement for the popular workout enhancer.

And not what'd caught Christie's attention.

The woman before her was quite different from the life-size cutout she stood next to. Average height, shoulder length brown hair, a relatively slim frame. Dressed in a white t-shirt and black yoga pants, along with sensible looking tennis shoes. Deeply tanned skin, but not nearly as dark as the imposing model's. A normal looking woman; except for one thing. Christie watched her bend over to study a line of other performance enhancers on a lower shelf, her eyes drawn to one place: her ass.

That ass put those yoga pants to work! Each cheek was bigger than Christie could palm with one hand, like a pair of over-inflated basketballs had been stuffed into her pants. The thin material was stretched, absolutely pulled taut , by these fatty sphere's of assmeat, and Christie was pretty sure she could see small tears forming around the woman's thick thighs; she could see the woman's too-small underwear similarly stretched to their limit through the nearly-sheer bottoms. As she ogled, trying to fight the growing tightness in her sweatpants, the wheels in her head started to spin.

It was time to make a move.

Being as quiet as she could, Christie stepped forward. The giant futanari positioned herself right behind the bottom-heavy stranger, lining herself up slightly off-center from the middle of the woman's backside. Christie leaned forward, extended one of her long, burly arms, and reached towards the top shelf above the unsuspecting shopper; it was slightly awkward, however, as Christie was nearly as tall as the shelf itself. At the same time, she pressed her crotch forward, causing her snaking, soft member to press right between the woman's spread cheeks.

The woman yelped at the sudden intrusion on her personal space.

"Oh don't mind me hun," Christie laughed, putting her other large hand on the woman's shoulder, subtly applying pressure to keep her in place, "just need to reach something on this shelf here."

"N-no problem." the woman stuttered out, "let me just get out of your way."

"Don't be silly!" Christie began to slowly grind her groin into the woman, "You're not bothering me."

"Ok…"

Christie continued to rub herself into the woman as she shuffled with random objects on the shelf. She picked up a bottle of… well, she wasn't really paying attention to that. What she was paying attention to was the feeling of her cock separated from the stranger's ass by only two layers of flimsy fabric. It was growing with her arousal, and she knew the woman could feel it twitch against her rear; Christie knew she could feel it, because she squirmed, wiggling her ass back and forth against her covered cock, instead of trying to move away. A glance down from the futa all but confirmed it: the woman's cheeks were flush under her tan skin, and her eyes stared ahead unfocused, no longer actively looking for a product to buy.

"I see you're buying protein powder too," Christie added casually, "do you work out?

"Um, yes - uh, I mean no," she struggled to respond, "I want to start. I've been putting on some weight."

"Mmmm you look good to me…"

The futa paused.

...and feel good!"

"Um, thank you. Y-you feel good too."

"You know I work out," Christie mentioned as though it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world, "I could help you out if you'd like."

"Sure that would be great," the woman seemed to perk up a little, "let me give you my nu-"

"Yeah so why don't we get out of here. I'll even carry your groceries for you!"

"Oh, uh, ok."

"Where are you parked?"

"In the back."

Christie smiled.

"Perfect."

…

"Oh fuck it, I can't wait any longer!"

Christie pushed the woman, bending her over the front seat of her van. Her legs hung outside of the vehicle, her feet barely planted on the ground. Christie stood behind her, completely out in the open. The ajar driver's side door partially blocked the pair from view, and the parking lot was nearly deserted at this time of night anyway. Taking a deep breath of the crisp, night air, the blonde futa looked down at her newest toy.

Her head lay next to the stick shift, her torso splayed across the driver's seat. She was looking back at Christie, her big brown eyes wide with wonder. Her door frame-scraping ass shook back and forth, like she was egging the futa on, as if she needed any more encouragement! Bending over, Christie groped the woman's ridiculous rear, massaging it through her yoga pants. Her hands moved towards the center of the woman's ass, where her enormous cheeks ate the material of her pants, and she dug her fingers in. Before the woman could even comprehend what was happening, Christie tore her yoga pants off, ripping the material apart until both cheeks came jiggling out, forcing a surprised noise from the unsuspecting stranger.

Fuck they were even bigger than she thought!

Forget a basketball, it was like she had stuffed a pair of medicine balls in her pants! Christie had no idea how the woman managed to fit all that ass in those yoga pants; it must have been a tighter fit than when she had to stuff her cock into her workout shorts! Her small white panties were working overtime to not even cover a fourth of all that butt. She had almost twice as much ass as the blonde from the gym! Speaking of her cock, seeing all that tanned, smooth expanse of assflesh finally freed was finishing what their grinding had started in the store. Taking her hands off the woman's bigger-than-huge butt, Christie reached towards her own bottoms.

Snaking a hand under the waistband of her sweatpants, Christie grabbed onto her hardening shaft, her fingers failing to wrap around its tremendous girth. With one hand she pushed down at her pants while pulling her cock out with the other, the shaft straining against the pant leg it had been stuffed down. Her hands worked together in opposite motions to achieve their goal; eventually, however, it was her cock that achieved victory. Another tearing sound echoed through the night as her cock shredded through the soft fabric, tearing it from her knee up to her groin, freeing her no-longer-restrained cock and balls. Her oversized package sprang out in all it's obscene glory.

"Whoops!" she laughed as the tattered remnants of her pant leg fell to the ground. Lifting up her still-growing monster, while crouching at the same time, Christie smacked it between the stranger's ass. For the third time that night she yelped, taken by surprise at the actions of the overdeveloped futa. The blonde giantess used her mighty member to split the tanned-woman's fat cheeks like she was Moses parting the Red Sea. It completely took up her length of ass-cleavage, ran up the entirety of her back and up past her head, Christie's gargantuan glans waving above her eyes.

"O-oh God!"

Those same eyes bulged at the sight of a fist-sized dollop of cum dripping from her tip onto the passenger's side seat, staining the black leather a pearly white. All the woman could see was the underside of over half a foot of the futa's insane shaft, her throbbing, ankle-thick urethra throbbing as more cum trudged along its growing length. Her enormous cockhead was quickly turning red as more blood was pumped into the monstrous member, radiating a threatening aura as it pulsed to life. Her breathing grew heavier as she watched it lurch , another inch instantly added to its already-frightening magnification.

There was one last barrier Christie had to remove before she could fully enjoy herself. Slipping a hand under her cock, she grabbed at the crotch of the woman's panties, her knuckles brushing against her pleasantly wet pussy, and pulled them down. She didn't bother removing them completely, leaving the too-small garment tangled between the brunette's tan knees. Christie trailed her large fingers up the woman's bare legs, tracing her smooth skin, before they were forced out by the beginning of her bulbous behind. Removing her hands from each cheek, the futa let them hover in the air for a minute, before bringing them roughly down on her meaty, succulent ass.

A resounding smack echoed through the parking lot.

Rubbing that insane, pornstar-shaming booty, Christie licked her lips as she noted that her own oversized mitts didn't come even close to being able to cover all the woman had to offer. Pressing each of the giant globes together, she started to fuck the ridiculous amount of ass-cleavage presented to her. Slowly at first, she pulled back as far as her hips would allow, bringing her mushroom tip resting on the woman's neck, before thrusting forward. She continued this at a steady pace, letting her leaking cum faucet of a cock lubricate itself and the woman's back.

Over and over she repeated this act, slathering her tremendous titan in her sticky seed. The wetter her cock became, the more her hotdogging picked up speed. Her steel-hard abs bounced off the woman's fat ass, the feeling of the soft cheeks against her solid torso only fueling her uncontrolled lust. Her head-sized balls jostled free from her ruined sweatpants, swaying into the open, and slamming into the back of the bottom-heavy woman's knees. They continued to batter into her legs, causing them to shake as they left perfect imprints of their form on her skin.

"Look at this fucking fat ass!" Christie yelled, planting another slap against the woman's rear, "I can't believe it's not fake!"

Having already been most of the way there by the time they even got to the brunette's car, it didn't take much longer for Christie's cock to finish stiffening. Even as it did, Christie didn't stop frotting her meaty shaft against the woman's ass, railing her body hard; it was like she was giving her a taste of what was to come. Her piss slit was spraying it's pre-seed now, sending it flying onto the passengers side of the woman's car. Lines of her thick sperm criss-crossed the door, dashboard, and seat randomly, like a huge milkshake had exploded inside the vehicle.

For the woman's part, she moaned, a lot . It was like nothing else she'd ever experienced, having such a monster touching her body, and without thinking about it she twerked against the futa's member. It was something she did for most of her lovers, clapping her cheeks together rapidly, completely engulfing their modest endowments. This time it was completely different. Her twin spheres didn't come close to being able to touch around that insane shaft. It felt like she was dancing on a fucking log! It was so insanely huge, that her ever-bulging urethra ground against the bottom of her pussy, despite the fact that most of it was resting against her spine .

"Fuck, fuck, you're so fucking big!" the woman howled at the futa, her newly cum-soaked hair just barely covering her blushing face.

"That's right," Christie grunted, suddenly pausing her rutting, "and now you're gonna feel how big I really am slut."

Grabbing her cock, she lifted it from the warm confines of her new plaything's cheeks, a loud schlicking sound announcing it's departure. Christie moved back - so far back that the door no longer covered her torso, until the tip of her cock was only just covered by the woman's ass. The blonde futanari took a moment to beat her cock against the woman's cheeks, splattering more cum around. She beat one and then the other, alternating bruising the fat mounds with her bludgeon, painting more of her skin with her creamy progeny. Sliding it back between the brunette's cheeks, Christie nuzzled her cockhead against the woman's drooling slit, which twitched in need at the simple touch.

"I can feel how fucking wet you are," she continued tapping her glans against her pussy, "you want this cock that bad?"

"Y-yes." the woman panted.

"Yes what!?" Christie slapped her ass, leaving a large red handprint.

"Yes I want it!"

"Yes you want what !?" another slap, even harder this time.

"Yes I want your fucking cock!" she screamed into the center console of her car.

"That's right," Christie slapped her ass again for good measure, the cheek wobbling for several seconds before it went still, "and you're gonna fucking get it!"

With one hand on the roof of the vehicle and the other on her cock, Christie thrusted . It seemed like she didn't even have to waste time prepping the slut anymore than she already had; the woman's body, enhanced by the futa's presence, produced her natural arousal at an extreme rate. Just like she'd done with her huge ass, Christie's cock parted her lower lips, splitting them painfully; painfully for her , at least. The woman cried out as she was penetrated, the giant futanari's glans alone enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm. The next thrust pushed her over the edge.

Christie could feel liquid spray around her thigh-thick behemoth, wetting the innumerable veins that nearly tore the skin on her shaft with their ever-throbbing prominence; she couldn't see it however, because the woman's fat ass was so fucking big it blocked her view! Moaning at just the sight, or lack thereof, Christie automatically humped against the bent-over girl, driving the first couple of inches of her shaft into her newly-gaped hole. Another squeal and squirt of girl juices were forced from the brunette's upper and lower lips, respectively.

Her hold on the top of the vehicle tightened, her fingers digging into the cold metal, mirroring her iron-hard hold on her cock. Christie coaxed more of her beast into the woman, occasionally having to pause to work one of her mountainous arteries past the woman's taut lips. Each little bit of cock added caused the woman to thrash around her impalement, her body bouncing against the driver's seat. The futa could hear her living sex toy's nails scrape against the leather upholstery, raking them up and down the seat as she was brought to another orgasm. Christie fucked another inch in.

"Oh god you're fucking my pussy up!" the woman beat her hand against a cup holder.

"That's right slut!" Christie pushed her glans against the woman's internal barrier, "you'll never be the same after I'm through with you!"

Making sure to drive this point home, she punctuated her last exclamation by spearing the woman's cervix, demolishing it with little effort or care. Now the woman really did scream! Christie paid her noises little mind, the ecstatic shrieking only a reminder that she could give these sluts more than anyone else could; if anything they were like a chorus of encouragement, egging her on to fuck the stranger even harder . Biting her lip at the thought, Christie rammed her hips forward, shoving her mass of meat into the woman's womb, protruding her skin from the inside.

There was nothing like the tightness of a newly fucked hole!

Penetrating this place that wasn't meant to be touched brought an indescribable joy to Christie; it was like no other feeling in the world! She relished this sensation by slamming into it even harder, battering it forward, deeper and deeper into the woman's body. The futa could feel her insides stretch around her fleshy club, hugging her like a condom - or at least how she assumed a condom felt. They didn't make them big enough for someone like her after all!

Fucking into this part of a slut always brought an increase to Christie's precum production, like her endless, expanding cum factories knew where they were depositing their load. Her bitch breaker flexed, bouncing the woman on the seat as it shot more of its thick batter into her depths. Christie could feel the woman's skin around her shaft expand as it was filled, weighing it down. Pistoning into her again, the futa felt the bottom of her dick slide against the seat, rubbing against the leather through the pear-shaped whore's flesh.

Now that half of her cock, or close to it, had thundered into the woman, Christie was able to take her hand off her shaft and place it next to her other atop the vehicle; if she didn't hold her self steady while fucking someone, her cock was liable to bend or slip out as it made its way to a deep enough spot within them. Using the van as leverage, the futa started to actively plow into the woman. Leisurely at first, she rocked back and forth as she split the woman in two, casually fucking her with more force then the fat assed slut had ever experienced before.

But Christie was just getting started.

Growling as she did when she got serious about sex, Christie began to pick up her pace. She watched the woman's enormous booty jiggled faster and faster as she pounded into her, the giant globes shaking back and forth, practically spanking into the middle of her back on each thrust. If there was one time Christie wished her cock was smaller, it was now; the feeling of all that butt bouncing against her washboard abs while she was fucking the slut would have been heavenly ! Despite this plight, she carried on, even as the van started to rock slightly from the power of her pussy pummeling.

As Christie sexually brutalized the unprepared brunette, occasionally laying open-palm smacks on her jello-like behind to emphasize her prowess, she tried to see the path her cock was taking in the woman. Sure she could feel how far her cock had burrowed into the slut's guts, but seeing it just added to her enjoyment. It didn't help that the woman was relatively flat-chested, so Christie couldn't even feel if she was battering at her tits yet! The shots of slimy sperm her spire spilled in the slut's swelling stomach didn't help the situation either.

The constant gasps and cries from the woman Christie was ravaging were quickly dying down. It was not that the woman wasn't feeling intense pleasure from being fucked like this, of that the futa was sure; it was more like her brain was overloaded from the unheard of rapture it was being put through. She was still moaning and her cunt was still non-stop convulsing around it's gigantic invader though, so at least Christie knew she hadn't killed her! Chuckling at the thought, the futa continued to hammer her hips towards the woman with increasing intensity.

By this point Christie was fucking the slut so hard she was practically holding onto the car just to make sure it didn't tip over! Looking down, the futa realized the woman's feet weren't on the ground anymore, her legs flailing helplessly in the air; it seemed like her weight was fully on the seat, and Christie's cock! Trying to peer around her reality-defying pole, the blonde futa saw that the back of the woman's legs were bruised from where her sperm-filled wrecking balls had been punching into them. That also explained the cold feeling on her balls whenever they swung forward.

No wonder the slut couldn't stand!

The slut's tight insides, the ever-present view of her jiggling, head-engulfing ass, the shaking back and forth of the car: eventually, all these things brought Christie to her own peak. Her pounding grew more irregular as her rhythm started to falter, her cock jutting the skin in the brunette's stomach out in random directions, nearly tearing the shirt she'd foregone taking off. The van was rattling at this point, it's tires bouncing in place, the suspension dipping when Christie leaned forward to try and shove however much more of her cock the woman could take into her womb. If Christie's tremendous testicles could pull up they would have, and they rumbled loudly, adding to the erotic cacophany that permeated through the supermarket parking lot.

Her last thrust pushed the vehicle onto two wheels, the driver side pair lifting into the air from the ridiculous strength Christie displayed in just her hip pivots; if she hadn't been holding onto it, it might have tipped all the way over! But she wasn't focused on that. What the futa was focused on, was her painfully distending urethra as a steaming hot blast of cum flew up it's length. She howled into the night as her cumslit gaped open, mirroring the cunt it was wrecking, and her orgasm truly began.

"Here it comes slut!"

The cum she had deposited in the slut's womb before was nothing compared to what was torrenting into her now. Like a firing cannon, Christie's cock visibly recoiled , flexing and nearly bending as it rocketed the first shot into the woman's body. A gasp rang out from the car as the bottom-heavy bitch was filled, her stomach inflating instantly and pushing her top up to her chin. Even from Christie's awkward, hunched-over-and-not-in-the-car view, she could see the woman's torso balloon out, smushing against the seat, quickly covering it with it's expanded mass.

Christie made small jerking movements as her cum exploded into the woman. She took her hands off the roof of the car, unknowingly leaving finger-shaped dents in the metal, and smacked them down onto the woman's ass. The pliable booty-flesh molded around the futa's grasping digits, her large fingers sinking into the tan mounds. Christie used these ass-handles to drag the stranger back and forth, using her brutalized cunt to jerk herself off. Her cock twitched as a new load shot up her cum tunnel, vibrating the woman's entire body.

When the woman's midsection bloated enough that the sides of her stomach touched the back of the driver's seat, the steering wheel, and her own chin at the same time, Christie decided to give the living onahole a break. The muscled giantess stepped back once more, the top half of her cum-slicked cock sliding free of the slut's ruined hole. Her prodigious pole popped out, pissing it's progeny over the woman's body and beyond ; it covered her back with an ankle-thick beam of seed, before whitewashing the passenger's side window.

Before Christie even had a chance to get a handle on her virile volcano, the next eruption boomed from its mouth. It shot upward as her cock bucked, splattering against the ceiling, leaving a slimy trail from one end of the front of the van to the other. As she got her cock under control, that same blast continued, painting the far door until the entire thing was a wall of pearly sludge. As that shot petered out, it sprayed in an arc onto the front passenger's seat, leaving a puddle of boiling seed that would sure to surprise anyone who sat in it. When that stream began to subside, it ended on the woman's face-down head, matting her hair to her cheeks and the seat below her.

But that was only her second salvo!

Christie's cock continued it's liquid rampage. The prone slut was, of course, covered, enveloped completely in the futa's personal frosting; even her gigantic cheeks, which no man could even hope to cover a tenth of, were drenched. Christie had practically painted a new pair of pants on her! Her shirt was re-dyed a much more murky white, and the woman's tan skin was given a new, paler complexion. As always, she let her cock unload onto her partner until she was nothing more than a hill of sloshing frosting.

After that, Christie gave the interior of the woman's vehicle a personal makeover; her van was gonna be unrecognizable once her orgasm was done! The steering wheel was first, the horn blaring every time her pressurized cum hose hit it. Cum pooled in the footwell, covering the pedals. The slut wouldn't be able to turn her radio on anymore, Christie's sperm gluing every button and knob stiff. She wouldn't be able to see out of the front windshield or her rearview either, unless she was trying to admire the futa's gooey progeny. Some of her semen managed to fling into the back seats as well, an amount that was an afterthought for the futa that still made it look like the result of an orgy. If she wasn't so exposed, Christie would've given the outside of the vehicle a new paint job too!

By the time her climax had reached its end, the car was nothing more than a cum-trenched swamp. Semen poured from the open door, both from the vehicle itself and from the woman's gaped, dilapidated cunt. Christie stepped back as the waterfall of her ambrosia splashed into the parking lot. She stroked her cock as she watched the slut's unrecognizable body twitch, her ass inadvertently shaking, slinging cum around the air. Her monster pulsed at the sight, drooling cum onto the back of the woman's legs, as she watched the obscene display. Christie stepped forward.

She could always buy more protein powder later...

The door to the raised truck slammed as a muscled figure stepped out of it. Her blonde hair swayed in the night wind as she swaggered towards her house. Her uncovered package bounced against her massive legs as she walked, having never bothered to change her pants; besides, it was late enough that no one would be out to see her anyway! Well, that, and she had fucked every willing woman in the neighborhood after Melissa had let word get out about her experience. Christie briefly smiled at the thought before turning an eye to the street, noting sadly that her husband's car wasn't parked in its usual spot. He must still be at work.

She didn't know why he bothered at this point. Shortly after fucking her boss, Christie had coincidentally gotten a raise to a managerial position in her company, and was making more money than ever. She still showed up to work, enjoying having something to do besides fuck and workout all day, even if the former happened there too. But still, she could basically afford to support her and John with little issue now! The only reason he worked so much must've been to avoid her, she contemplated glumly.

And he had every reason too.

She hadn't… she hadn't meant for that next morning to go the way it had. After ravishing Raven all night, she'd fallen asleep on the couch, but still woke up at her usual time, which was always earlier than John. By the time she had started making herself coffee, that fucking homewrecking slut had waken up and crawled over to her, begging for more dick; and who was Christie to deny her such a request? But she'd forgotten. Forgotten something important. She'd forgotten that John's sister was supposed to come over that day to spend some quality time with them.

It wasn't supposed to happen the way it did! She was going to kick the slut out and clean up, wait for John to wake up, and talk to him. To try and gauge his feelings. To try and apologize. To try and make things work . But her libido had won out over her common sense, over her thoughts of her husband. When his sister walked in, always freely invited to do so, she had barged in on a scene of debauchery: Christie, crouched over the floor, angrily fucking Raven once again, her cum still caking the living room.

The memory of how things happened after that was still fuzzy. She knew they had fucked on the kitchen counter. She knew that somewhere in her lust-filled haze that she'd remembered to text John, some semblance of the rules still lurking in the back of her brain. She knew that when John walked in, she was so caught by surprise, she had treated it like the morning before - probably not the right reaction. And John's reaction… It was hard to describe how it made her feel. Some unholy mix of sorrow and arousal.

He ran away from her. At the time her impending orgasm was more important to her, and she wasn't in any kind of mind to try and sort out her feelings. She didn't see where he'd gone, all she saw was the wet stain on his pants and then his back as he scurried away. A door slammed somewhere in their home, and that was the last she'd seen of him that day. Christie went back to fucking his sister. She didn't chase him.

As it turned out, he'd run back into their bedroom, the bedroom Christie had just slouched into.

She sat on her side of the bed, not that they ever shared it at the same time these days. The mattress sagged under her naked, massive form, having shed her clothes once she had actually entered the empty house. Her cock hung down towards the carpeted floor, her cum-filled globes gurgling between her shins. The only thing she had brought with her was her phone, discarded casually next to her, the screen alight with messages from potential booty calls.

They'd both fucked up, but she'd fucked up even worse. She crossed a line she didn't ever intend to. It ate at her every day, especially since John never gave her a chance to apologize. He'd mastered avoiding her, only seeing each other in passing at the most. He stayed in the guest room a lot these days when he actually came home, but sometimes on those days she got lucky and would catch him when he was still sleeping. It was pathetic standing there, gazing longingly at his slumbering form. There was nothing more she wanted them to crawl under the blankets next to him. To wrap her arms around him. To hold him.

She missed him.

Here she was, torn between two lives - between two desires. She didn't want things to go back to how they were, repressing herself to a state of half-happiness. But she also didn't want to live how she did now, in a state of half-sadness. Being unable to unite her two worlds, John and her true self, was her biggest failing. Something had to change, she just didn't know if they could. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought. What was she even doing?

Her phone chimed next to her, a certain rare sound she hadn't heard it make in months. A bleary eye peaked from between her fingers, past a curtain of her blonde hair towards the device. A small jingle played from its speakers, one she'd set up when activity on her phone started to pick up - John's jingle. Her phone buzzed and rang so much, she was afraid of missing… anything from him, so she assigned a distinct song to his name; this was the first time it'd ever played on its own. She picked up her phone with a shaking hand.

His name flashed across the screen.

We need to talk.

Chapter 3: John Tells Christie How He Feels

Summary:

A confrontation between the estranged lovers.

Notes:

Hello all! Here is the long awaited third entry in Christie and John's story. This is not the end by any means, as they still have other issues and future, new problems to deal with and work through, but you can consider it a wrap up their first "arc". Hope you all enjoy this one!

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Chapter Text

We need to talk

A plume of smoke escaped John's lips, tickling his crooked nose, the burning ember of a cigarette illuminating his face. Leaning against the hard exterior of the bar, his closing shift having ended only minutes ago, he let the cold air of the night wash over his face. His recently-returned bad habit hung limply from his fingers next to his waist, dripping ashes onto the concrete. Lifting his eyes from his phone, they scanned over the parking lot, watching the rest of the employees and the few, straggling patrons drive off, leaving him all alone in the cold darkness. Taking another drag from his cancer-stick, he blew the noxious fumes towards the sky before lifting his phone to his face and rereading the text he'd sent his wife; a checkmark next to the message let him know she'd seen it, and his heart started to race as he waited for her reply.

Dropping the cigarette, he stomped it out, his eyes still on the device in his hand. With his free hand, he reached into his pocket and fished out the wad of cash bulging the front of his jeans that made up his tips for the day. Flipping through it, mentally counting the amount, he let out a sigh of relief; good, he'd have enough for a motel room tonight. His eyes darted once more to the bright screen resting against his chest - nothing. Stretching his shoulder, he stood back up and ran a hand through his messy brown locks. With no reason to hang around any longer, he made his way to his car, the lone vehicle left before him, shivering as he walked, the icy weather chilling him almost as much as the thought of what he planned to do did. Getting in his car, he quickly blasted the heat, put his phone on the center console so he wouldn't miss any contact from Christie, and started to drive towards the last refuge he had left.

This motel was one he used often, becoming like a home away from home for him. Being in the place he helped pay the mortgage was more often than not just… depressing . Even when things changed and Christie had stopped bringing her conquests home as often, something she did out of respect for him he assumed – though he wasn't sure why she had any left – things still weren't the same. Consciously or not, the married couple had been avoiding each other, him more so than her, and he felt like he had to basically tiptoe around the house like a teenager sneaking in after curfew. And when he was around, he kept to their previously-unused guest room, no longer feeling welcome in his own marital bed - plus it was the farther place in the house from where his wife usually had her fun.

So this motel became his safe haven whenever he could afford it.

Run down and definitely dodgy, it was the perfect place to duck into to keep his anonymity intact. Cheap and cash-accepting, it made him basically untraceable, just in the off chance Christie came looking for him; it wasn't that he feared his significant other, exactly, but he wasn't ready to face her. Well, at least not until he'd sent her that text. Plus, the receptionist at the front always seemed relaxed in his presence, more than likely because he didn't have a prostitute on his arm when he walked in, strung out on god-knows-what. Although he had lost a good amount of weight in the past few months, he still felt like he looked relatively normal and healthy. Tonight proved to be no different, and after parking, he quickly handed the young woman a handful of bills before retreating to his assigned room, a duffel bag slung over his arm.

Entering the room, he took in the familiar setting, casting a practiced, discerning eye across its contents; this place wasn't particularly reputable , and sometimes the cleaning staff got lazy. Still, it looked relatively clean today, and there wasn't any obvious refuse lying around or staining the upholstery. Setting his bag on the bed, he checked his phone again. Still no response. Tossing it next to his pack, he trudged towards the bathroom, unbuckling his belt as he went. Half-undressed, he stood in front of the sink and stared at himself in the mirror, wincing at his changed appearance - the last few months had really taken their toll on him. Taking a deep breath, he turned the faucet on and splashed water on his face, letting it run down his naked torso. Was he really prepared for what was gonna happen?

Only time would tell.

Shaking his head of the moisture covering it, he grabbed a towel from the wall and walked back into the main room. Sitting on the bed in nothing but his boxers, John reached over to his duffle bag, his hand stopping halfway to its destination due to his phone lighting up in front of him. A shiver shot down his spine. Reaching swiftly for it, he snatched it off the bed and placed it on his bare chest, his breathing intensifying. Closing his eyes, John had to prepare himself for what the message from Christie might say; at this point would it be better for her to agree, or flat-out reject him and finally announce that she was done with their marriage? He wasn't sure, but either way, he wouldn't know until he built up the courage to look.

We do. When?

Straightforward and right to the point, that was just like her. While it didn't tell him anything specifically, at least she wanted to see him, even if it was potentially just to tell him off to his face. He could deal with that. He could. Now for the hard part: replying. He stared at the screen, rereading the three words she had sent him over and over again, trying to formulate a response. Should he be just as formal? Should he tell her how he was really feeling or what he had planned when they saw each other? Should his message act like nothing had changed between them? Shoulders dropping, he went with his original idea and sent a message back, his fingers tapping carefully across the screen.

Is tomorrow ok? I don't have to work.

John didn't have to wait long for a new message to appear.

That's fine. I have to go into the office but I'm free in the afternoon.

That works for me. I'll see you then.

Okay.

John stared at the last message, once more unsure of how to proceed. He could try and end the conversation like he would have in the past, and send her something cute, tell her he loved her and all that, but it didn't feel appropriate. They hadn't been lovey-dovey to each other in so long, it almost felt like a foreign concept. No, he would leave it at that. Setting his phone back down next to him, he buried his face in his hands, elbows pressing into his knees. He could do this. He had to do this. He had no other choice. It was this or nothing - there would be no going back if he chickened out. Right. Once upon a time he'd won her love, and he could do it again! Straightening himself, he grabbed the bag next to him, dragging it onto his lap and unzipping the opening.

Taking out the clothes and towel he'd packed days before, he set them to the side, revealing the rest of its contents; an assortment of dildos and a very large bottle of lube. Taking the lube out first, he placed it on the nightstand next to him before going for the sex toys. One by one he removed them, lining them up in order of size on the floor in front of him. They were all fairly-realistic looking and flesh colored, each one attached to a matching set of fake balls. They got bigger and bigger as they went, the last one large enough to crest the top of the mattress, nearly the same length as his arm and even fatter around - it was the closest thing he could find that matched his wife's own endowment, at least as he remembered it. He gulped just looking at the monstrous thing.

Grabbing the smallest of the set, one that was close to his own manhood in length and girth, he stood up. Laying out the towel he had grabbed from the restroom across the center of the bed, he stripped off his underwear, and lay down on his back, fully nude Taking the bottle of lube in his hand as well, he stared at the perverse set of items he'd brought, studying their features, reminding himself of exactly why he was doing this. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, but if things went well tomorrow, it would be the last. Taking a deep breath, he started his preparations, popping off the cap on the container of slimy liquid, and pouring it over his fingers and the dildo, dousing himself in the cold lubricant.

It was gonna be a long night…

…

John sat in his car, his hand frozen on the key in the ignition. He'd received a new text from Christie only minutes before, letting him know she was home. His day had been spent lounging around the hotel room, stepping out occasionally for a smoke, repacking his things and pacing endlessly, waiting for her message; it also hurt to sit down after last night, and walking around helped him soothe his sore behind. As soon as he'd read it he grabbed his things and bolted to his car, hopping in a little too hard in his excited state, and started to get ready to leave. A sliver of doubt struck him as he began turning the car on, a last, creeping anxiety-formed thought halting him in his tracks. It wasn't too late to backout…

He could just leave, like really leave. Send her a last goodbye message, apologize, and head off to another city, maybe stay with his parents for a time. Start a new life, one where he dates and marries a regular girl. Find another teaching job, have some kids of his own, and not have to worry that his partner might fuck everyone he's ever known. Something simple, less complicated than what he had now. Something normal. But every time he tried to picture a different kind of existence, the person in his fantasy was Christie. Tall, strong, beautiful Christie. His Chris. Smiling at him, kissing him, falling asleep next to him. Except if it could be someone else, anyone else, he wouldn't feel so conflicted all the time, and he could maybe return to normalcy.

No, there was no turning back! If he did, all of these last months - no, all of these last years he'd spent with Christie would be all for naught, and that was something he wasn't prepared to live with! He'd made his bed, so he'd sleep in it. Swallowing the breath that had caught in his throat, he twisted his hand, a rumble emanating from the engine, his car coming to life. The thoughts he'd repeated to himself since he'd made up his mind initially echoed in his brain over and over again. It was for her. It was for her. It was for her . If he just remembered that, his new personal mantra, he could accomplish anything. Feeling more encouraged, he raced out of the parking lot of the motel and headed home, his real home.

The past few months hadn't been easy, that was for sure. Seeing his wife fuck numerous women throughout that first day had been shocking , to put it lightly, but it was the morning after that really shook him ot his core. Of all the things he'd expected to walk in on, Christie fucking his younger sister, Sam, was the last thing that he would've had guessed he'd see. He almost sprinted out of the house right then and there, his first thought to hop in his car and drive as far away as he could, much like he had just now. But he didn't. Running back to their bedroom is what he actually did, locking the door behind him and hiding under the blankets like a scared child shielding himself from the boogeyman. John wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, but at one point he managed to call out of work, claiming he was too sick to come in today.

Life was a blur after that.

It had to have been the next day when he finally exited the sanctity of the bedroom, slipping out slowly, listening for any signs of copulation. Luckily for his own sanity the house was empty, only the residual scent of Christie's emissions wafting through the air. There were no women, no semen, and no signs of his wife anywhere - he even checked the other rooms just to be safe. The one thing there was , was a heap of messages on his phone, each containing random names or places, indicating that his wife has been very busy. That was back when she still stuck to the rules they had agreed upon, not that he blamed her for abandoning them later; John never acknowledged them, a part of him too fearful to say anything to his hyper-hung significant other. What was there to say anyway?

For a while after that it was normal to walk into the house after work or wake up to find Christie hammering away at another woman, some he recognized, some he didn't. A lot of them were women in the neighborhood or ladies from her work, but there were just as many randoms, females he'd never seen a day in his life. He'd duck his head down and head to their room, and later the guest room, trying to make himself as small and unnoticeable as possible, or just turn around and wait in his car until enough time had passed. She did keep it out of their bedroom, something he appreciated, something, he realized later, she did as a show of care for him. As the days passed, this became less common, his wife seemingly taking her fun elsewhere, her truck more often absent than not on most days. The one thing he thanked the heavens for was that he never saw his sister amongst the inflated, passed out bodies that littered his house for a time.

They still hadn't spoken much, him and his sister, since the 'incident' although she ended up texting him a couple weeks after the fact. She apologized profusely, begging for his forgiveness, trying to explain herself with each new message. It had taken him more days to reply, but when he did he accepted her apology, and left it at that. Sam had sent follow-up messages in an attempt to mend their relationship, claiming she didn't know what came over her and that it was an accident and so on and so forth; she even wanted to meet up and talk in person, but he couldn't face her. Not yet. Not after seeing her in a position he hadn't wanted to in a million years. John had just reassured her that it was under the bridge, and that him and Christie were going through some things, and that he understood - something that by that point, wasn't a complete lie.

The truth was, the more John caught glimpses of his wife's sexual prowess, the more things made sense. Megan, Raven, his own sister - he got why they seemed to fall to Christie so easily. She was hot, powerful, and hung beyond belief - all things he'd known but perhaps didn't quite understand, because he had never seen her in action, so to say, leaving him ignorant to how alluring she actually was. Of course he thought the world of his wife, there being no match to her beauty in his eyes, but that was contingent on ignoring a very large part of her. Christie held back so much in all their years together, that it never truly struck him how she appeared to women. How much pleasure she could give them, how addictive she was, how much she could do with their bodies. But now he did. Now he knew all too well.

Not that Christie had ever used her penis on him, as much as he knew she always wanted to, but watching her fuck others was incredibly arousing, something it took him far too long to accept. She was just so good at it! He knew she'd had, by her own admittance, a lot of experience before they started dating, but it was like she was in her own league. It was no wonder women flocked to her! Her movements when she had sex were brutal, but precise, her overwhelming strength and the mass of meat between the legs giving her an edge over any and all competition she might have had, her partners cumming what looked like endlessly as soon as she penetrated them. Christie never seemed to get tired, never seemed to go soft, never seemed to run out of semen to unload on everyone and everything around her - John was almost sad she stopped bringing her partners home.

He thought about her, her awesome body, and all the times he had been lucky enough to see her ravaging someone else whenever he wasn't at work. When he was… preparing himself, especially, did the images flow through his brain. Seeing some of the women around, like Melissa next door or Megan at work – Megan who had given him the same spiel as his sister did – was a constant reminder of what he was missing out on, what he missed out on for himself through all the wasted years. Megan had, speaking of her, apologized and claimed it would never happen again the next time they worked together. He doubted the veracity of her claim, especially whenever she would call out of work randomly with no real explanation. Their relationship had changed as well, although it was, oddly enough, for the better.

Megan had become, more or less, the only person he could talk to about Christie, even if he was sure she was still sleeping with her. They had been on friendly terms before, finding each other's presence enjoyable in the mixed monotony and hecticness of the bar, but somehow, his better half fucking her brought them closer. Maybe it was because the waitress knew about his wife's no-so-little secret, but much of their downtime revolved around talking about her and the issues they were having as a whole. At first, she was just an ear for John to talk into, once things had returned to relative normalcy, but after a while she began to give advice, seeming genuinely concerned for his well-being. In fact, it was Megan who gave John the courage to do what he was about to do.

…

"So you never let her, ya know, do it to you?" Megan asked, retying her flowing red locks in a tight ponytail, leaning over the bar.

It was the beginning of another shift, and since the sun was still high in the air, the establishment was relatively empty. John had one patron sitting at a stool on the far end of the counter, mindlessly watching sports-highlights on an overhead television, sipping from a beer. Megan had a single table, and they were in the middle of their meal, chomping away at their late-lunch and talking animatedly. There wasn't really anyone else working with them at this early hour, just the cook and a dishwasher toiling in the back of the house. Left to their own devices, the topic of conversation had turned to what it had been quite often these days: Christie.

"No, I mean," John paused to take a sip of a drink he had hidden under the bar, wetting his throat, "come on, you've seen it! As a young, masculine guy…"

That last part came out in a self-mocking tone, drawing a giggle from Megan.

"...there was no way in hell I was gonna let her near me with that when we were still in college. I did, uh, play with it and stuff during foreplay, but that's really it. Maybe put my mouth on it a couple times before things went to shit, but nothing more than that."

"Well did she ever like, ask if she could? If she could use it on you?"

"Yeah I mean it came up but–"

He was interrupted by the jingle of the bell at the entrance, a new table walking in. Megan perked up the sound and waltzed over, greeting them loudly as she went. John took this moment to return to his own duties, checking out what he would probably need stocked, and making sure he had enough glasses for the time being. Shuffling around several bottles, rearranging them the way he liked, he thought about Megan's question. Why didn't he ever let Christie fuck him in all their years together?

There was an obvious answer, and that was that her dick was fucking scary ! But really, that shouldn't have been an excuse. With how long they'd been a couple, how non-pushy she was about it, how perfect she was in every other way, why didn't he give her – it – a chance? They could have started off slow, worked him up to it, and made a whole romantic event of the first time; he was sure Christie would have been more than accommodating of his needs, gentle with him even, until he figured out if he liked it or not. And if he had just done that and liked letting his futanari wife fuck him, then maybe all of this could have been avoided.

But what if he didn't like it? Minus the general fear he had, that thought is probably what held him back the most. What if he hated getting fucked, and it hurt their relationship because of it? What if that made Christie leave him? What if that ruined their marriage? He was always hesitant to interact with her cock, but before things went to hell in a handbasket anyway, he had started to warm up to it more. If things had continued as they had, before he lost his teaching job, would he have eventually let her fuck him? So many questions, so many potential outcomes, and he could do nothing but ruminate on them, playing them out in his head, trying to figure out what could have been.

Megan reappeared at the bar and told him what drinks she needed.

"Anyway. So did she ever ask?"

"Yeah on occasion. But I always turned her down or made up an excuse though."

"Well what about now?"

"Now?" John questioned, handing her a tall beer, "What do you mean now? We aren't exactly on speaking terms, you know."

"I know, I know. But have you ever thought that maybe, like, that could be how you fix things? I don't want to overstep my bounds, but if she's always wanted to do that maybe you could try it out as like, a peace offering or something?"

"I had kind of thought of something like that," he admitted, handing her another alcohol-infused concoction, "but I don't know. It's so big, what if it ends up hurting me or something?"

"Hold that thought, I'll be right back."

Placing the drinks of a tray, Megan wandered off again, shaking her ass as she walked, John's eyes naturally drawn to the bouncing cheeks - God, his wife really got to fuck that, didn't she? Returning to his own customer, John made him another drink while finishing off his own secret beverage, once more mulling over Megan's proposition. It did make sense, and it was an idea he'd toyed with but never had the bravery to commit too. Wait - did Christie say something to her? Had she and Megan been talking about him? Was this secretly a plot to humiliate him? Well, that last one was pretty ridiculous, he had to admit - Christie had never been that cruel, even on that first day when all her pent up resentment burst free.

Besides, his wife didn't seem to really be the kind to talk seriously to the women she fucked.

"Well," Megan returned almost as quickly as she'd left, bumping him out of the way to use his computer system, "if you're seriously considering it, I know something that might help."

"And what's that?"

"Toys."

"Toys? Megan I don't own any, and I don't even know where to start looking for stuff like that."

"You could always get them online, but," her hands finished gliding over the touch screen with practiced ease and reached into her apron to pull out a pen and pad, "I can recommend a local place if you would rather get them yourself."

She scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper she ripped out of her book, and handed it to John.

"Here, this is the address of a sex shop I've used before. They're really cool there and won't ask a bunch of questions."

John took the paper and studied the sloppily-written address.

"Thanks, but I don't know about this…"

"Look, you seemed really happy before all of this happened, and everyday you come in here moping and sad. Plus, and no offense John, but you kind of look like shit. Making up with Christie would probably be for the best."

"You have a point." John smiled at her, the first genuine smile he'd felt in a long time, "Thank you Megan. It means a lot that you care like this."

"No problem." she put a hand on his shoulder, "Now I need some refills on my table's drinks!"

John smiled at her and got to pouring. Their conversation weighed on his mind for the rest of his shift, uncertain of whether he could bring himself to follow through with it; but when he got off work, he drove straight to the sex shop, putting the address into his phone without a second thought. He felt uncomfortable walking into the obscene business, awkwardly greeting the salesperson at the front with a wave. Quickly finding himself lost in the stacks of DVDs and fleshlights, he was about to give up and leave before a worker showed up next to him, asking if they could help. Managing to stutter out that he was looking for a dildo, and that he didn't have much experience with this kind of stuff, he was quickly shown to an aisle that contained a seemingly unending amount of phallic objects, and he found one that looked small enough that it might not hurt too much. The cashier threw in a free mini-bottle of lube with his purchase, and John ended up returning several times to buy bigger toys, until he obtained the biggest the store had to offer.

That whole process took over a month, leading John to where he was now…

…

Coming up to the house, his house, John noted with some apprehension that Christie's lifted truck was parked in the driveway, something that shouldn't have surprised him. Pulling in next to it, he didn't rush out of his car and into his home immediately. Now was the time to amp himself up! Looking at himself in his rearview, he mussed with his hair and tried to smooth out his plain, black t-shirt, making himself as presentable as possible. Grabbing his phone, he decided not to announce his arrival with a text - she would hear him walk in anyway. His eyes drifted to his backseat where his duffel bag full of preparations were sat; he probably wouldn't need those either. Taking a deep breath, he got out.

Not exactly racing to confront his wife, John casually made his way up to the front door, hands in his jeans' pockets. Feeling anxious, his heart pounding so hard in his chest it almost hurt , his mind automatically began assuming the worst; no matter how much he tried to clear his head of doubts, they still weighed heavily on his being. Things could go catastrophically wrong, and he would be left with nothing again and he would be even more humiliated and– stop. That didn't matter. What did matter was that he had gained a new found appreciation for his wife regardless of how things went, one he intended to display to her to the best of his abilities. If things didn't go well despite his efforts, at least no one could say he didn't try in the end. At least he knew he gave it his best.

Opening the front door, John walked into a silent house.

"John?" a deep voice called out as he stepped into the entrance, one unmistakable to the married man, "I'm in the bedroom!"

John didn't reply aloud, nodding his head instead as though Christie could see him. As he made his way to the bedroom, a walk that felt almost unfamiliar to him by this point, he continued to think about what was about to happen. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he began to turn it, stopping suddenly right before he was going to push the door open. What would he find when he walked into the bedroom? What if she was there with Megan? Did they set this whole thing up together? Or his sister? Fucking her, using her to humiliate him!? Stop! No. None of that is happening. Christie wasn't like that, not to him !

Another deep breath, and John opened the door, rays of sunlight greeting him from the far window.

There was Christie, and no one else, just like he'd hoped - no, expected . She was sitting at the end of the bed, hands folded in her massive laps. Her blue eyes and long, flowing blonde hair sparkled in the natural light, her face neutral as she watched him walk in. A green tank top struggled to cover her muscled torso, her enormous breasts tenting the thin material outward, clearly unconstrained by a bra. Her bare arms, each one bulging with untold strength, looked bigger than his thigh, insanely flexed even in their rested state, veins popping from below her pale flesh, lacing her appendages like thick cords. The muscles on her shoulders threatened the integrity of the flimsy top's straps, forcing them to crest the mountainous protrusions, nearly touching the top of her neck. A hint of her abs peered from under the too-small torso that left the bottom four exposed, each one so defined that John could have poured a bottle of water across them without any of the liquid leaking out.

Her giant, face-palming hands rested above a very obvious distension in her pants. A pair of sweatpants, one's that would have been loose on anyone else but her, clung to her legs like a second skin and left little to the imagination, struggling to cover her lower half. Her thighs created bumps and ridges in the thicker fabric, appearing as though she had stuffed numerous pieces of rounded fruit into her bottoms. They didn't come low enough to cover ankles, ending halfway down her calves, the hem of her pant legs stretched taut around the head-sized muscles. John could see the outline of her package protrude against the crotch of her pants and around one of her thighs down to her knee, pulling the material tight around its ridiculous girth. She looked much the same as she had, but, and John didn't know if it was just because of their time apart, somehow even more buff, more powerful, more incredible than she had previously.

He walked far enough into the room to be standing in front of her, and then stopped.

"H-Hey Chris." he managed to stutter out, the nickname sounding foreign on his tongue.

"Hey John," her voice was as impassive as her expression was, "you wanted to talk?"

"Uh, yeah, I did. Um, how are you?"

"I'm…" Christie shook her head, "I'm fine John. How are you?"

She didn't really need to ask to know the answer. John wasn't exactly an Adonis before – not to say that he wasn't good looking – but he looked noticeably worse now. Christie could see through his shirt, one he'd owned for a long time, that he had lost a good amount of weight; the shirt hung off of his torso more than it had, no longer clinging to his strong biceps or tight chest. His eyes were more sunken in, and his cheeks, while not quite gaunt, had definitely lost some of their roundness. She also noted that he wasn't wearing a belt, meaning those jeans were form fitting, a kind he never bothered with before. While his weight loss was concerning, he was still the same ol' John she had married. Still handsome in that unique way of his, the kind that attracted her to him in the first place.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath while he responded.

"I'm good, Christie."

"Good. Now, what are we doing here John? What is this all about?"

"Okay. Well. I wanted to apologize to you. I'm sorry fo–"

"Yeah I already know you're sorry for cheating on me, honey," she winced a little as the pet name naturally flew from her lips, her arms crossing over her chest, "you apologized for that plenty of times already."

"No– I mean yes, I am sorry for that and I always will be!" John could feel himself getting flustered, "But that's not what I was saying 'sorry' for."

He sighed.

"I'm sorry for… for uh… for never letting you use it on me."

Christie raised an eyebrow.

"Use what on you? You're not making any sense."

"You know," he rotated his hand in the air in front of him, gesturing towards her, " it ."

"John, I don't know what you're talking abou–"

Christie paused, her eyes going wide, showing genuine surprise - did he mean what she thought he did?

"Wait, you mean my penis?" she unfolded her arms and grabbed at her crotch, as though her words needed emphasis.

"Y-Yeah, that. I'm sorry I never, uh, gave it, you, a chance."

"I mean you've apologized for that before John, and apologizing for it again doesn't change anything. Was that all you brought me here for?"

"No! No it isn't Chris!" John's voice began to rise, "I brought you her because - because I…"

His fists clenched at his sides.

"I love you Christie! I love you and I want you back. I want things to be how they were again. I wanna be your husband again!"

Her features softened - how long had it been since he'd told her he loved her?

"I love you too John," her eyes darted to the side, "but I don't know. Things have changed so much. I don't know if things can ever go back to normal after… after everything that's happened."

"They can. Things can be better than they were. I… I want to give myself to you Christie. Like you always wanted. Make it all– make everything up to you."

"John that's sweet but I don't think that's going to happen. It's a little late for that anyway. I would probably end up hurting you and making things worse. Maybe it would just be best if we went our separate ways."

She still wasn't looking at him.

"No. Chris, I've been… practicing . Preparing myself for you. Every day for over a month. I'm sure it's not the same, but at least I've been trying! I'm serious about this. I want you to fuck me!"

"You've been practicing? With someone else?"

"No, uh, with toys," John blushed, an awkward smile piercing through his serious expression, "dildos and stuff. I've bought a bunch. They're in the car if you need proof."

The room went silent. Christie looked up at John, studying his features. Despite the color in his cheeks and his uncomfortable stance, the muscular futa could tell that he was serious, that he meant every word he said to her. That he was really ready to give in to her deepest desire. After all these years, John was offering her something she had borderline begged for, as much as she hated to admit it. And he was doing it to fix things. To show her he truly loved her. To make it all right . It was like she was seeing John in a new light, like she was seeing him for the first time again. The anger, the resentment , inside of her dissipated, giving way to something she hadn't felt in a very long time…

Christie stood up, stretching to her full, towering height.

"Are you sure about this John?"

"I am, Chris," he almost had to crane his neck to look her in the eyes, "I am as sure about it as when I asked you to be my girlfriend. As sure as I was when I asked you to be my partner for life. I've never been more sure of anything else."

"John…"

Christie felt like she was going to cry from happiness, but instead she took a large step forward and wrapped her arms around her husband, crushing him against her chest; John was unable to hug her back, his arms squeezed between her ripped biceps. Bending her head down, she kissed him, kissed him for the first time in months, and she really kissed him. Her thick tongue invaded his mouth, causing him to moan at the oral intrusion. John's feet actually lifted from the floor as they made out, Christie pulling him closer to her face. He returned the gesture, sliding his own, normal-sized tongue against her's, saliva running down his chin. The reunited lovers stayed like for a long time, until John beat his fist against her hard-as-stone thigh, trying to tell her that he needed some air. By the time the giantess figured it out, he was red faced and squirming against her.

"Sorry John," she released her vice-grip on his body, "I just… I missed you. So much. I love you, you know that right?"

"I, I love you too Chris," he stuttered out between much-needed inhales of oxygen, "I'm sorry it took me so long to come around."

Christie stroked the side of his face with a meaty finger.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, okay? We can figure out the rest later. Right now I just want to be with you ."

"Of course, whatever you want."

"I want you!"

Grabbing his hand, she swung him around and pushed him onto the bed. Following with him, she leaned over his face, her massive form completely encompassing his smaller body, and went back in for another kiss. Christie's arms wandered up and down his body, pulling at his shirt and jeans as they locked lips; John was helpless to resist her in any way – not that he wanted to – and let his own hands roam over her arms and stomach, tracing the definition of her muscles with his fingers. Breaking their oral embrace for a moment, Christie pulled John's shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, attacking his neck with lustful hunger, running her large tongue over his soft skin. Moaning under her, he caressed her long blonde locks as he writhed at her touch, the feeling of his wife's mouth on him like heaven .

Kissing lower down his body, Christie yanked at the waist of his jeans as she licked at one of his small brown nipples. Using her tremendous strength, she disrobed him down to his black boxers, a tent bulging the front of them. Wrapping a large hand around the distension, she rubbed it between her strong fingers, still making her way down his torso with her mouth. Once her lips reached his waist, she used both hands to rip his underwear asunder, freeing his modest package. Swooping down, she engulfed his entire member in her large mouth, batting at it with her tongue, her hands gripping his thighs, holding him still. John sat up suddenly at the unexpected warmth on his genitals.

"Wait, Christie! You don't have to do anything to me, this is all about you!"

Christie looked up from her now-kneeling position between his legs, staring at him from around his hard, tan cock she had just popped off of to speak.

"Oh honey, I've missed this too! I always liked your cock - you know that. Besides, this will help me get ready!"

With that, she dove back down onto his cock, engulfing it down its base. She continued wetting his average-sized pole, letting rivulets of saliva run down its length, while using her tongue to lap at his balls. Content with letting his wife fulfill her desires, John fell back onto the bed and allowed her to do what she pleased with him. In no time he could feel himself get close - it had been so long since he'd felt anything on his cock besides his own hands, and he'd forgotten how good Christie was at fellatio! Gripping the sheets in clenched fists, his hips involuntarily bucked at his futa significant other's oral ministrations, ready to bust at any moment. If Christie noticed, it only made her suck harder, practically vacuuming his manhood between her plush lips.

"Christie, I'm gonna, I'm about to cum! Sorry!"

Paying his warning no mind, Christie continued to suck and suck on his cock, not giving any ground against his jerking hips. Sliding a hand from his thigh to his balls, she cupped them, juggling the marble-sized orbs between her fingers, coaxing the load out of him. That seemed to do the trick. Groaning, he shook once more, his cock throbbing against the inside of her cheek. Several milky stands of cum gushed from his tip, bathing the inside of her mouth, each one firing across her tongue. Christie gladly lapped up his offering, swishing around his seed between her teeth as she continued to pull the last of his orgasm from his shaft. When he was finally done, his dick beginning to soften between her lips, she pulled off his organ, swallowing his load loudly, giving an exaggerated lick of her lips. Looking at her husband's paralyzed-by-pleasure form, she stood up with a smile and grabbed at the bottom of her tank top.

"Hope you got another of those for me, stud," Christie spoke in a husky tone, peeling her top off, "I wanna ride you next!"

Just like she had with John's shirt, she tossed her's to the floor, freeing her torso from its minimal confinement. Her husband sat up at her words, and stared, mouth agape, at her actions. Rubbing her hands across her body, Christie put on a full show for John. Cupping her massive breasts first, she bounced them in her palms, using her long fingers to tweak her hard, pink nipples. Raising them to her face, she gave both of them a long lick, her tongue dipping from her lips to slide across their jiggling expanse. Dropping them, the mountainous mammaries bouncing against her eight-pack , she put her hands behind her head, twisting back and forth, showing off her ripped figure. Smiling slyly at her husband, she gave him a quick wink and then flexed everything .

It was like there was a ripple of power that shot through her body. Christie's abs contracted, then popped out, each individual, densely packed rectangle of muscle poking out from her stomach, ready to break any fingers that came near them. The head-dwarfing breasts she had just finished playing with danced on her chest as her pecs engorged, causing them to press into her chin from all the added mass. Traps bursting with new bulk, the growth continued down her shoulders into her arms; her biceps ballooned ridiculously, the cannonball-sized protrusions pressing against the side of her face, popping with veins and arteries that covered their enormity. She kissed each one, staring John in his eyes through a partial-curtain of blonde hair as she did.

John was flabbergasted.

He had always loved how Christie's body looked, finding her muscular, but still-voluptuous form incredibly sexy and enticing, part of what attracted him to her in the first place. And now her body was even more insane. It was like there was no fat on her outside her wide hips and ass - and on those amazing tits, of course. John could see every crease, every indentation, every distension in her skin from her hardened form. Each part of her body looked like it had been sculpted from the purest marble blocks, like a team of artists, scientists, and philosophers all came together to craft and create the perfect person. Her arms looked like they could crush stone with ease, her shelf-like abs hard enough to sharpen knives on - even the part of her still covered, those giant pillars she called legs, distorted the fabric around them, each thigh a head-crusher by itself. John wasn't sure there was anyone more beautiful than his wife!

Dropping her arms, she rubbed her fingers over her abs next, tracing each one, showing off that she really had accomplished having eight of them, something that should have been an impossibility. Her hands moved to her hips next, doing the same with the deep 'V' they created, until she reached the waistband of her sweatpants. Tugging the band of her pants around, she lowered them slightly, giving John a small peak at her other giant extremity, revealing her smooth, flat groin and the monstrous base of her member, before lifting them back up. Grabbing the material in her large fists, she repeated the same act she'd done to his boxers and tore the bottom-coverings in half, shredded pieces of the gray cloth floating around her legs, the entire, destroyed garment piling in a tattered heap around her feet.

There it was, the thing John had been so scared of.

Between her bulging, torso-width thighs, was her cock. Pale as the rest of her body, it snaked down from her crotch, down her legs, the enormous pink head bobbing between her knees - no, lower than her knees. It banged against her shins, wobbling under its own impressive weight. The entire thing was awe-inspiring, veiny like her arms were and thick enough that John knew even both of his hands put together wouldn't encompass its incredible girth. Christie's cock looked like it weighed twenty pounds by itself and that wasn't even mentioning the corpulent orbs that rested behind it, hanging halfway down her magnificent length. It was the package that ensnared any who came in contact with it, that gave so many untold amounts of pleasure, the one John had done his best to get ready for. And it was right here in front of him, only feet away, waiting to fulfill its ultimate wish.

Christie grabbed her monster, her fingers not even meeting all the way around it, and lifted it up, the upper half sagging in her fist.

"I'm glad you seemed to have missed my body so much John," she nodded at his cock, which was standing up, completely erect again, "because it missed you too."

"I missed you so much Chris," John gasped, still enthralled by her awesome figure, "you have no idea!"

"Oh I think I do."

Strutting over, Christie stood akimbo at the foot of the bed, her legs hugging John's spread limbs. Carefully, she got on the bed, kneeling over her husband, the mattress shifting and warping around her immense mass. Putting a hand on his cock, she stroked it slowly, letting his clear precum sliding down her fist and moisten his pole, John moaning all the while at her ministrations. Lifting herself even higher, she positioned herself over her husband, still touching her own cock, her balls falling heavily onto his stomach. Holding his cock, she rubbed it against her wet slit, a part of her that had gone untouched for far too long, her folds closing in around his cockhead. Sitting up straight, she dropped down, causing John to grunt both from the sudden, added extra-weight landing atop his torso, and the incredible pleasure he felt from being inside of his wife again.

Christie threw her head back and moaned.

"Oh honey, you feel just as good as I remember! It's been too long!"

"You– you feel amazing too Chris!"

Slowly, Christie began to gyrate back and forth on John's manhood, keeping it completely buried inside of her. Still fisting her cock, she leaned forward, once more overtaking John's body with her own, placing one giant hand next to his head. Her tits bounced against his face as she moved, batting against his cheeks gently as she rode him; at the same time, her cockhead slid against his chest, dripping her potent pre-seed onto his skin, rubbing it in like lotion. Raising his hands, John grabbed at his wife's sides, once more feeling up her muscled torso, moaning at the feeling of her awesome body against his. His member throbbed inside her, her inner walls tighter than any he'd felt, not even Raven's pussy coming close to the sensation.

They continued this soft, tender form of lovemaking. The only bad part of their height difference, Christie having about a foot on him, was that they couldn't kiss easily like this. Undeterred by this well-known obstacle, John did the next best thing and took one of Christie's small nubs into his mouth and sucked on it fervently; Christie moaned at the feeling, most of her lover's too focused on a different part of her body to pay attention to her sensitive breasts. But John had always been attentive in that regard. She couldn't help but speed up her shimmying on his member, bouncing up and down half of it as she did, letting it poke at her most pleasurable spots. Having orgasmed once already, John felt confident he wouldn't bust too quickly this time, and happily let his wife extract whatever ecstasy she could from his modest appendage.

Knowing what he needed to do next, what he needed to make a show of his serious intentions, he began to run his hands from Christie's sides to her stomach. Blindly feeling at her hardened midsection, he continued his exploration, going lower and lower, until he found her muscled groin. From there he moved even lower , guiding his fingers to the root of Christie's massive Redwood. Trying to internally steel himself, he wrapped his hands around it together, confirming the fact they wouldn't meet around it, and began to stroke his wife's massive mast. His hands bumped into the futa's own fist, and he used that information to crest it, massaging the inches of untouched shaft above it. Bucking more rapidly, Christie moaned at her partner's touch.

"Yes baby, stroke me just like that! Your hands are so soft."

Eager to comply, John followed his wife's command. His fingers quickly became soaked in her creamy offering, and he used it to lube up her growing mass; and boy was it growing ! Almost like his touch alone was enough to excite her serpent, it reacted immediately, lengthening and fattening against his chest and between his hands, spreading them even further apart. Still too heavy to rise on its own, it snaked up his torso, and pressed against his titty-sandwiched neck in no time, dousing the underside of his chin in a healthy helping of sticky seed. Despite the apprehension that still welled in the pit of his stomach, he carried on his ministrations, speeding up his strokes as his wife rode him faster and faster. Their bodies created a loud, wet, slapping cacophony against each other, their combined juices flowing freely, soaking the bed around them.

Christie's cunt leaked as much as her cock did. She was practically splashing in her own clear secretions each time she fell back down on John's cock, droplets wetting both of their thighs and groins. Her hard clit rubbed pleasurably against the back of her sack, jostled by her gyrating testicles that completely covered her lover's stomach. It was hard to hold back her lust and not just slam herself against John as hard as she could, a part of her afraid she might actually crush his pelvis if she did, having gained a noticeable amount of muscle mass since they last had sex. Not letting this one obstacle block her from wringing as much pleasure as she could from his loins, she kept up her bouncing, feeling herself getting closer and closer to a kind of orgasm she hadn't had in months , careful not to let her husband's perfectly-fitting member free of her moist confines.

"John, I'm getting close. Just keep touching me baby. Don't stop!"

Having taken a nipple back into his mouth, John responded by stroking her cock faster, his half-closed fists flying up and down her massive monster, only stopping when they touched her hand. By now, her dick would have reached his face, no doubt covering it with its titanic thickness, but the odd angle and her own giant breasts got in the way; instead, it shot off to the side of his face, pressing against his cheek and resting on the bed, denting the sheets around it. It rubbed against his visage with every swivel of Christie's hips, soaking more and more of his body with her pre-ejaculate. That extra liquid-warmth caused him to moan around the titty meat cushioning his face, and his cock began to throb in earnest, his balls tightening. If Christie was close he was right on the edge, but he held out as much as he could, his hold on her cock tightening.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby?" Christie asked between pants, "Are you gonna cum inside of me? Fill me up with your cum?"

Her words sent John over the edge just like she intended, and he managed to gasp out a strangled 'YES' from around her suffocating breasts. Hips jerking upwards, he buried himself as deep as he could into her pussy, their groins meeting with a resounding smack . Christie matched his movements, and slammed her body against him, forcing his body back down, sinking it into the bed, the wooden frame groaning from their intense coupling. Her cunt contracted around his pulsing member, a gush of her feminine juices racing through her love tunnel; at the same time, John's sperm began to shoot up his rod. His cum blasted into her as her cunt honey blasted onto him, and the lover's writhed against each other as they rode out their mutual orgasms, both moaning in unison.

"That's right John, cum in me. Just like that baby."

Happy to fulfill her wishes, John shot out what felt like the biggest amount of cum he ever had. Rope after rope drenched Christie's insides, bathing his cock as well in his own essence. Her cunt squirted for almost just as long, a puddle forming underneath her giant sack and on John's stomach. Coming to an end far too soon, their interlocked sexes finally stopped pulsating together, John's cock softening and sliding out of her warm confines. Breathing heavily, he threw an arm over his face as she lifted off of him. Moving carefully around her own still-hardening appendage, Christie let herself fall onto the bed next to him, landing on her side; the mattress formed around her muscled-weight, causing John's body to slide against her own. Throwing an arm across his chest, she brought him in even closer, her cock already slung over his thighs, and cuddled his head up against the top of her chest. The pair lay together quietly until John managed to regain his senses.

"Wow. Holy shit Chris…" John muttered, looking up at her, "I don't ever remember it being that good!"

"It was amazing John," she ran a finger down his arm, which rested against her side, "I missed being together like this."

"I did too."

Craning his neck, he put a hand on Christie's cheek and pulled her down for a kiss. Putting her own hand on the small of his back she yanked him even closer, their bodies once more mashed together. More subdued, but no-less passionate, the married couple made out, enjoying the shared afterglow of great sex. Their tongues wrapped around each other, happy to meet like this once again, embracing as closely as the people they were attached to were. As John kissed her, he could feel her cock, which he was pretty sure wasn't completely hard still, pulse against his thigh, leaking more precum onto the sheets behind him. Taking his hand off of her face, he reached down and grabbed the stupendous shaft, caressing it softly. Christie opened her eyes at his sudden touch, drawing her face back from his.

"John, we can stop here if you want…" her blue eyes cast a sideways glance, "I understand if you're tired. We can always pick up tomorrow."

Jolting into a full sitting position, he cupped Chris's face until she looked at him again.

"No. We… We have to do this today. I don't want to risk getting cold feet. I don't want to fuck everything up again if I backout and decide I can't go through with it. I want to do this for you Christie."

She stared into his eyes for a long moment, a large grin touching her lips. His words ignited an intense fire in the massive futa, and without an ounce of remaining hesitation, she pounced on him. Catching him by surprise, he yelped as she rolled him onto his back and sat atop him once more. Lower this time, she pinned his legs to the bed, her huge, firm ass resting against his knees. Her cock, half-hard, ran up the entirety of the rest of his body, covering his flaccid manhood and poking him in the face, her giant, progeny-packed globes spreading his thighs. Sitting up fully, she loomed over him, casting a shadow across the bed, and reached down to grab her cock by its base. Not using as much force as she really wanted to, she swiped it back and forth, smearing her gooey precum across his face, smiling mischievously as he attempted to get a hold of her leaking beast.

"Well, first things first!" she announced above him, "You need to get me completely hard if we're gonna go any farther!"

John moved the cock hiding his features out of the way and put on his best game face.

"You got it baby!"

Winking at her, he began to stroke her cock once again. He would have tried to suck the fleshy pipe, but in its almost full-grown state, her glans came close to his own head in size! Instead, he timidly stuck out his tongue and lapped against the underside of her massive member, doing something for her he had done less than a handful of times in the past. At the same time, he worked her shaft to the best of his abilities, even if it felt like he was trying to jerk off one of her magnificent thighs , rather than a cock that should have belonged on any human being. Even if it was a struggle for him to do much of anything to her grandiose obelisk, it still garnered a reaction for his wife, and she moaned and bucked her hips at his touch.

Trying not to dwell on what was in store for him, John tried to focus as much as he could on pleasing his wife's ponderous pole. Putting his mouth against her tough cockflesh, he pursed his lips and ran them across her incredible expanse, opening his mouth to wet her monolith. Basically sucking at the skin on the bottom of her shaft, he found himself drinking her essence, gulping it down as it ran over his face and into his mouth. The excess poured over his head, wetting his messy brown hair, matting it the comforter. He could feel a shift in Christie's cock as she added her own hands to it, stroking the parts he couldn't reach, which was a large portion of her hardening rocket. They worked in tandem to bring her cock to its full size, inches being added on to it with every passing minute.

And the inches kept coming.

It wasn't much longer until John found his wife's throbbing glans had moved past the top of his head and out of reach of his mouth. Trying not to concern himself with what that meant for him, he kept licking and sucking at the shaft hovering above his face, tracing the veins and her urethra with his tongue; although more fear shot through him as he realized even her cum tunnel, which constantly bulged and distended as more precum raced through it, was wider than his own fist. A huge, bulbous thing, it pulsed against his features, like it was trying to give him a taste of what was to come. John could feel each helping of seed bump against his tongue, followed by a loud splatter as it was released upon the bed, increasing the size of the cum ocean that was quickly overtaking his body. Occasionally, when Christie's balls went into what must have been overdrive , it felt like the lump of cum punched him in the face instead. He just hoped he didn't have a black eye after today!

Christie was doing everything in her power not to ravage her husband right then and there. Not used to holding back her urges, she tried to keep stroking her cock, ignoring her genitalia's desire to use John like he was another slut - she couldn't do that, not quite yet. Not for his first time, at least. The futa wished she could see his face under her massive member, knowing that his features covered in her goopy excretions would look so so hot. Hell, just seeing how much smaller his body was compared to her cock was incredibly arousing, and she could feel her balls rumble as she thought about it. She couldn't wait to finally feel his insides stretched around her awesome organ, and finally have him squirm and cum from being penetrated! He would love it, she was sure of it.

God, if things went well today, the things she could do to him…

In what seemed like no time, Christie had reached her full, terrifying size. From her vantage point, it looked twice the length of John's torso, the giant head almost reaching the pillows behind him. In his skinnier state, her cock almost completely masked his body, only the edges of his ribs readily visible from under the wide monster. Her cock waved only inches above him, threatening to suffocate him under its magnificent mass. Despite the fact that their combined efforts had accomplished the goal she laid out for him, Christie was content to let John keep worshiping her, enjoying the physical reverence she'd always deserved; besides, her husband seemed pretty happy in his position below her, the position he should have been in a long time ago!

John wasn't sure if Christie was still growing or not, but he was ready to suck and stroke his wife's cock until she was satisfied! Dutifully, he worked her pole like he was a stripper putting on his best show, putting his everything into making sure she was happy; if she wasn't sitting on his legs, he would have wrapped them around her too. Lord knows she had enough ridiculous feet of cock to make that a reality! John was slightly concerned by the amount of cum she was releasing, the slimy liquid beginning to creep higher and higher around him, but that didn't stop him for a second. His ministrations only came to an end when Christie raised her cock off of him, lifting it high into the air.

"Good job baby," she pointed to her cock, "look what you did!"

John could indeed see what he had done.

Sticking straight up, parallel with Christie's body – parallel until it rose higher than her head – was the most giant fucking cock he'd ever laid eyes on. Like a pale sea serpent from mythology, it rose high, snaking up her torso, bobbing menacingly, only kept that way by both of Christie's meaty paws wrapping around its center. It looked massive enough to swallow him whole, her urethra almost as wide as his leg, throbbing as a new shot of cum raced up, firing into the ceiling. The fat, pink head had to be just as large as his own actual head, if not a bit bigger, and was even thicker than the rest of it, topping her cock like some kind of absurd crown. Eyes running down her length, they fell on the mighty root, which took up all the room in Christie's groin, despite her body's naturally giant bulk. Below hung her sperm-stuffed sack, which had ballooned and expanded along with her cock, pressing his legs out so far it was starting to hurt! It may have been because he hadn't seen it exhibited in such a manner before, so close to him without being hidden by her body or inside of someone else, but it looked bigger than it had in the past.

"What do you think? Bigger than your toys?"

He nodded at her, his eyes wide. Bigger? It put his biggest dildo to shame! The one he bought that he thought would best prepare him didn't hold a candle to the monster in front of him; fuck, he probably could have stacked two of them on top of each other and they still wouldn't have been as long as Christie's cock. And that wasn't even mentioning the girth! While it probably wouldn't have been pleasurable for her, John could have stuffed the toy he considered 'giant' into her cock and it would have fit easily! The balls that they always attached to the so-called-realistic giant dildos, weren't a close match either - Christie's could have been used as weights for him to workout at the gym with. Sloshing, overstuffed orbs, that were more akin to basketballs than what anyone could be expected to possess. All of her was just so… enormous !

"Y-Yeah, Chris," John managed to find his voice, although his words came out in a terrified squeak, "a lot bigger."

"You mean they didn't have anything in my size?" she teased, waving her cock back and forth over him, flinging precum around the room.

He gulped.

"Uh, no, not even close. And I got the largest size they had…"

"That's what I thought. But don't worry honey, I'll help you get ready to take me!"

Winking at him, she shuffled backwards until she was off of his legs, and off of the bed as well. Adjusting her stance, mostly just to move her cock out of the way, she reached forward and grabbed John by his ankles, pulling him to the end of the bed. His body cast ripples across the pond of cum swallowing their bed, and he half-yelled in surprise at the unexpected manhandling of his legs. Lifting him until his ass was off the bed, Christie put his ankles on her shoulder and began to move towards his crotch, his legs sliding across her hill-like traps as she got closer, her hands palming his cheeks. Once her face was level with his still-soft package, she looked down at him from across his cum-drenched body.

"I've always wanted to do this!"

John didn't get a moment to question his wife's intentions, her face burying itself beneath his balls. Her huge tongue penetrated his recently-prepped hole, whipping around inside of it, exploring a place she'd never got to before; good thing John hadn't eaten today! A moan escaped his lips as his wife began to ravenously eat his ass, her thick, pink appendage, touching every part of his insides that it could reach. He shook and twisted in her grasp, but she kept him still using her undeniable strength, almost bruising his behind with her fingers. Christie licked and tongued his tight hole like it was her last meat, rivulets of spit running down her chin and her husband's ass. She could feel his junk twitch on top of her head - also good! That meant he liked it too! A welcoming sign for what was to come.

Moving one of her hands off of his ass, while keeping him completely afloat with the other, she placed it next to her face. Pulling her face back from his saliva-soaked backdoor, she rubbed at the slightly-red ring with one of her fingers. It twitched at her touch, something Christie felt indicated that he wasn't lying about his prior practice. Smiling, she pressed her digit into his asshole, piercing it easily. John's moans grew louder. Licking at the entrance, she fingered it slowly, letting him adjust to the size of her thick finger; it seemed to try and suck the digit in, until her wedding ring pressed against it. Just as gently as she had with the first, she repeated this motion with a second finger, adding it to his depths.

"Oh, oh god Chris! That feels so much better than when I did it!"

Of course it did - she was a lot more experienced with this kind of thing than he was! Even if she didn't eat many asses, most women afraid to let her near there, it wasn't that much different than going down on a girl. She twisted her fingers until she found his pleasure spot, and rubbed at it in small circles with the tip of her fingers. John gasped as she touched it, letting her know she was doing things perfectly. Spreading his backdoor, she slipped her tongue back inside, using the natural width of it to continue stretching him. Working her fingers in tandem with her tongue, she tried her best, truly her best, to prepare him for the monster between her legs. Before too long, she inserted another digit, swirling all three around, journeying where she was never allowed to before.

John was on cloud-nine. There was no doubt about it - his wife was skilled . Her fingers felt a lot better than his own did, and her tongue was the cherry on top. While not quite as stretched as when he used the larger dildos he'd purchased on himself, it still felt incredible; she was quickly approaching that point anyway, especially once she'd added a fourth finger to the action. John could feel his newly-returned erection bounce against his stomach as she ate and fingered him, his hardness almost painful from how turned on he was. Jesus Christ, is this what he'd been missing all these years? What a fool he had been!

He was broken out of his reverie by his wife's fist entering his taut hole.

Carefully, Chris had added her thumb to the mix, her hand now completely enveloped by John's ass. His cheeks were spread far apart by the size of her wrist and forearm, which sank deeper and deeper into his depths. John wiggled against the massive intrusion, so Christie tightened her hold on him, not letting out of her grasp for even a second . She penetrated him slowly regardless, not wanting to scare him away, sliding her arm deeper into his bowels. Christie twisted it back and forth as she did, letting her musculature extend his back entrance as much as she could. Licking her lips at the sight, it was becoming almost too much to bear for the futa to not fuck her husband right here and now!

Suddenly, John bucked his hips, almost breaking free of Christie's hold. His cock jumped, pointing straight towards the ceiling, a strand of cum flying from its tip. It arched high in the air, before falling onto his chest, another taking its place just as swiftly. Christie's partner continued to jerk and writhe, his anal-induced orgasm overtaking his body; while she was tempted to put her mouth over his shooting member, she stopped herself, letting him ride it out from the pleasure of being penetrated alone. Cumming almost as much as he did when she bounced up and down on her cock, it took several long seconds for him to finally finish, his torso splattered in his own seed. Once he was done, Christie gently lay him back down, removing her limb from him as she did.

Placing her hands on her hips, she rose back to her full, towering height, and waited for John to recover.

"Christ Christie that was… that was incredible!" he panted, "I couldn't even do that to myself !"

"See what you were missing honey?"

"God yes . I'm so sorry for not letting you do that before."

"It's okay, you're making it up to me now!" she laughed as her eyes scanned over his body, falling back onto his waiting hole, "Do you want to keep going? You know what comes next."

"Yeah, I told you Chris," he sat up wearily, his strength not quite fully returned, "I told you I was ready to go all the way today and I meant it."

There was a look of hesitancy in her eyes.

"Promise?"

"I promise. I swear on our marriage!"

"Oh honey…"

Feeling like crying again, Christie channeled that emotion to passion instead, and lept towards John. Catching herself before she absolutely crushed him, her hands splashing in her seed that soaked the bed spread, she hovered above her husband for a moment before attacking his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths, locking lips for the umpteenth time that afternoon, once more wrestling tongues, Christie's blonde locks hiding them from the world. John wrapped his arms around his wife's hair, staining it with sticky semen, clinging to her with as much force as he could muster. The entire time they made out, Christie's cock rubbed back and forth across their bodies, slightly askew from being sandwiched between them, the head poking out far past their intertwined faces; she couldn't help but grind her meaty pipe hard against John's body, using his entire being to frot her cock with.

Reluctantly, albeit only somewhat, Christie pulled back from the kiss, a bridge of spit connecting their faces.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" she whispered, putting her forehead against his, "You've been so wonderful already today, I don't want to push you too far."

"Christie, what did I tell you already?"

"I know, it's just…"

"I'm ready . And even if I'm not, I know you won't push me past what I'm comfortable with. I want to do this Chris. I– I want you to fuck me."

"Okay baby, I trust you."

Pecking him quickly on the lips, Christie pushed herself up off the bed, landing back on the floor with a heavy thud , one strong enough to almost shake the room. Studying him one more time from around her cock, she nodded to no one in particular, and grabbed her monument of virility with both hands. Taking several steps away from the bed, she lined up her incredible endowment with John's ass, glancing up at him as she did; he seemed to get the message, and spread his legs in turn, reaching down to grab at his thighs, holding them apart. Smiling, she shimmied forward until her glans poked at his backdoor - the size difference was almost laughable, her cockhead nearly as big as both of his cheeks combined, his comparatively miniscule package like a sad caricature of what a cock should look like next to her's. Once their respective holes touched, Christie stopped, letting them rest against each other.

"Ready John?"

He gulped loudly.

"I'm ready Christie. G-Go ahead."

Scrunching her face up in concentration – although not for the reason John thought it was – she began to push her hips forward; the real reason was so that she could focus on holding herself back, to stop herself from jackhammering into him like she'd always wanted. Holding her monstrous member steady, she pressed it against John's far too small entrance, stroking herself slowly as she did. Knowing that it wouldn't be an easy task, she let her cock belch more loads of precum onto her husband's rear, helping lubricate it for her extreme invader. She continued on like this for as long as it took, tapping his asshole over and over again with her fleshy helmet, trying to gain any ground she could while resisting the urge to just force it in. John simply lay back, leaning forward to try and get a glimpse of his coming-penetration, breathing heavily.

Trying not to lose patience, Christie propelled her cock forward a tad bit harder - a tad bit to her , at least. John groaned at the sudden pressure at his usually-exit-only hole, shaking his hips back and forth in reaction. The sight of him wiggling below her made Christie grit her teeth, the temptation to fuck straight into him growing stronger by the minute. Refocusing on her goal, Christie pistoned towards him again, his asshole finally stretching ever so slightly around her massive crown. Trying to not let excitement overtake her, she continued pressing on, slowly digging her cockhead into his tight tunnel. Little by little it entered her husband, sliding in at a snail's pace and leaving a slimy trail in its wake. With a last mini-shove, Christie managed to fit the entirety of her tip inside of John, sighing in relief at the snug grip it had on her organ, while his groans only rose in pitch.

"Doing okay honey?" Christie asked earnestly, stopping any movements she was enticed to make.

"Y-Yeah, I think I'm fine Chris," he panted between labored breaths, his knuckles white with how hard they gripped his legs, "you can keep going. I can handle it!"

What John told her was mostly true - it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. Sure, it was magnitudes larger than anything he'd ever taken down there before, but the feeling of being filled so much was almost… pleasant . His own prior prep, and Christie's gentle fisting, had loosened him up a decent amount, but he still felt incredibly stretched by her giant girth; he imagined this was what giving birth was like! Gritting his teeth, he wiggled his hips again, trying to adjust to the invasion of his anus, trying to find that spot for it to press into it, and make the whole thing a thousand times more pleasurable. His eyes darted up to Chris's face, a smile touching his lips at her expression: she looked so happy! He couldn't forget that he was doing this for her - it was all for her!

Christie's attention was entirely on where her cock met John's ass. She couldn't believe it, she was actually inside of him! Bursting with joy, she still forced herself to reel in her excitement - this wasn't the time to treat him like she did everyone else. Prodding her member forward, she sank the first inches of her shaft into her husband, the multiple-finger thick arteries that coated her beast grinding against his taut rim. Pausing, she took a moment to pull back, until the ridge of her fleshy mushroom pulled at his asshole, and then pushed back in. She repeated this motion several times, coring him out, molding his insides to the shape of her cock. Grunting, she jammed more of her cock into him, burying over a half of foot of her giant cum cannon into him, her body moving closer to the bed. She took a moment to peer over at his face, making sure once more that he wasn't crying or in any obvious pain.

His face was strained, but he looked relatively fine.

Using this knowledge, Christie began to thrust back and forth into him a little faster, building up a steady pace while not forcing much more cock inside of him. Every couple of minutes she would add more of her incredible length into him, slowly but surely packing him full of as much cock as she could. She continued holding her cock at its base, more for John's benefits than her's - if left to their own devices, she wasn't sure what havoc her hands might wreak. It didn't take long for her to see something she never thought she would: her cock bulging John's stomach! The bump of her cockhead wasn't prominent yet, but it was still there, crawling under his skin with each piston of her hips. Christie could feel her muscles bulge and tighten in the same way they did when she started workout, her body ready to use her husband for everything he had.

"See that John?" Christie tried to motion to his protruding midsection with her head, "See how deep I am in you?"

Taking his eyes off of his wife, John saw exactly what she meant. There above his crotch was the outline of her giant glans, poking his belly button out, stretching his skin. Just shifting against him caused the protrusion to move around, like there was something living inside of his stomach. John had seen this occur in all the women he witnessed being fucked by his partner, but it hadn't dawned on him that it would happen to him too . Equal parts arousing and scary, he could feel his cock harden once again at the sight, something he never expected would turn him on this much. Looking back up at her cock, his eyes went wide when he saw just how much more fucking cock she had still left outsdie of him; how could there be so much!?

"Y-Yeah, I see it Chris. You're really fucking deep!"

"And I'm only gonna get deeper honey!"

Leaning her body forward, Christie pressed more of her cock into her husband. Her own eyes were now fixated on that distension in his gut, and she moaned as it burrowed higher up his torso. Thrusting again, she jacked her juggernaut harder into him, her copious pre-seed greasing her pole for easier access; every time she pulled out, gouts of her milky cum dribbled from his beet-red asshole, splashing onto the floor below them. Christie could see her cock spit up more cum inside of John, his stomach bulging more whenever it did, filling him up in more ways than one. Over and over again she drove her cock deeper into him, gaining more ground each time, the profile of her glans and shaft creeping closer to his chest. It wouldn't be long before she bottomed out in him, and the real fun could begin.

Gurgling loudly between her legs, Christie's overinflated semen spheres screamed desperately for release. It was like they were confused as to why she wasn' t fucking harder, why she wasn't doing enough to bring her orgasm to fruition, unused to such slow sex from their owner. She was all too aware of this fact, and did her best to ignore the urges from her cum factories, even as they rumbled constantly against her steel-hard thighs; her cock throbbed in turn, like it was also angry at her, the strength of its vibrations powerful enough to shake John's body. Gritting her teeth, she kept a steady rhythm, forcing inch after inch into her husband, denying her natural instincts as a hyper-hung futa to do what she wanted with her partner. But John was more than just a walking sex toy, he was her husband !

John wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold on. It wasn't the discomfort, or the slight pain that still resonated through his being, it was the euphoria that was overtaking his body. He wasn't sure if Christie had noticed, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been, leaking precum down his shaft and onto his groin. Face red and breathing heavy, John was finally truly understanding why women loved his wife so much - this kind of pleasure was addicting! Her cock constantly ground into his g-spot, and the feeling of being so incredibly stretched was surprisingly nice; plus, the added warmth of all the cum she'd fired inside of him made him feel nicely full. On top of it all, he couldn't deny that seeing his own stomach bloated by the size of her freakish scepter was hot as well. All of this added up to the best sexual experience he'd ever had .

What the fuck had he been so scared of again?

Christie's cock was quickly bottoming out in John's bottom, or more accurately, his torso . The bump that was in his stomach had risen to his chest, poking between his nipples like a third breast, like a more bizarre version of that woman from Total Recall. Her turgid titan created a continuous lump from the top of his groin, all the way to the start of his neck , nearly bashing into his esophagus with every thrust. John's futa wife would haul her hunk of fuckmeat as far back as she could without having to take steps to make it happen, and then barge it back through his ass and intestines; each powerful thrust shook the whole bed, sending the headboard slamming into the wall and John's body sloshing through all the viscous precum swamping the furniture. His entire body oscillated back and forth across the bed, moved purely by the might of Christie's ridiculous ramrod - though the cum definitely helped!

Balls beating against the front of the bed, plummeting into the wooden frame with each powerful piston, Christie couldn't help but speed up her fucking motions. Everything about this was all she had ever dreamed of; getting to spear John on her staff, covering him in cum, all while he actually enjoyed it! Christie wasn't sure if she'd ever been so happy. Her body reacted to her mirth, and her colossal cum factories rumbled even louder , very ready to deliver their payload. The muscle bound futa's cock gained a new burst of steely-hardness, stretching John's hole tauter, pressing even deeper into his bowels. She was quickly reaching the point of no return, her apex ready to hit her like a freight train!

"Chris, I-I'm getting close!"

Perfect - it was like they really were soulmates!

"Are you baby? Are you gonna cum for me?" she repeated her earlier questions, before adding a new one, "Gonna cum from being fucked by your wife's huge cock!?"

"Yes! Please don't stop fucking me! I love your cock!"

That was it, the words that pushed her over the edge!

Christie threw her head back and bellowed, giving John a final, mind-shattering thrust. Her frightening phallus rocketed through him, the tip punching him in the chin from around his cock-morphed flesh. The entire bed shook as she did, nearly bouncing off the ground, displacing several inches from its original position. The roar she let out as her orgasm coursed through was strong enough to rattle the windows around them, her chest puffing out like a gorilla's ready to fight. Cock bucking hard enough to lift John from the bed and send him back down with a splash , the veins popping out across its tough skin, Christie's arm-swallowing urethra extending enough to press into the semen-soaked sheets, the first salvo blasted from her gaping cumslit.

The initial beam of pearly white futa-goo streamed into John, bathing his insides with her countless wigglers. The ocean of semen washed through his intestines, coating every inch of his internal organs, not a single drop leaking from his plugged backdoor, Christie's cock like an oversized cork for his hole. She grunted loudly, her muscles flexing even more extremely than before as she tried to ride out her orgasm without fucking her husband further. Her hips still jerked involuntarily, sending her cock hammering through him as it belched a constant, prolonged onslaught of futa-cum into his body. Christie's tremendous testicles recoiled in their sack as they fired off their load, banging back and forth against her legs like they had a mind of their own.

There was an immediate effect on John's body.

That first orgasmic explosion filled him so utterly and completely that his stomach ballooned outward like a Bouncy Castle shooting to life. There was no pause, no waiting, no adjustment period - Christie's frothing frosting packed his body full and then some . Rising like the ocean when a whale breaches it, his torso tented upward, his belly button reaching towards the ceiling. Wobbling while it could, any movement besides growth was quickly stopped by just how jam-packed he was with his wife's cum; taut and red was what his stomach turned in mere moments. John's cock was pressed downward by his expanding mass until it hovered only centimeters above the futa's mammoth meatstick. His own member matched Christie's in excitement, and began to expel its own seed.

John groaned as he was injected with his wife's load. It sent him into his own climactic fury, and if he could have reached it anymore, he would have jacked his dick furiously - but that wasn't an option. Releasing his hold on his legs, he tried to grasp at his ejaculating pole, but his hands were blocked by his newly-blown up stomach; instead, he wrapped his arms around the hill of cum elevating in front of him, cradling it like an expecting mother. His cock fired strings of cum without ever being touched, the watery ropes landing across Christie's expanse of cockflesh, disappearing in the mass of her own seed that covered her pole. Moaning through his climax, John threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, cum slopping against his cheeks.

Like being fucked for the first time, this was an entirely new experience for John. If he thought the warmth from Christie's precum felt nice inside of him, her actual load was on an entirely different plane of pleasure. There was some discomfort, sure, his body not used to carrying so much of anything inside of it, but that didn't discount the ecstasy even a little. John finally felt like he'd experienced everything his wife had to offer and he loved it. Her sexual magnificence in all its glory was something to behold, and beholding it he was! It was overwhelming in the best way, and if John wasn't already spent, he would have cum again thinking about it, his cock already wilted between his legs as Christie continued to fill him. John didn't think it was possible, but somehow this whole thing made him love his wife even more!

Eyes almost glazed over from satisfaction, Christie watched her pulsating pipe continuously piped more potent progeny into her husband. She wasn't really seeing it, her own brain barely cognizant of what was happening like she was drunk from joy. Her mind slowly registered that John's midsection was growing a bit too big, reaching a dangerous size, the size she would normally pull out at. Running her hands over her body aimlessly, she started to step back, swaying as she went, her cock unsheathing from John's ass; when just her colossal crown was still embedded, it rocket off another massive torrent, shooting him the rest of the way off her cock and onto the top of the bed. A sloppy smile touched Christie's visage as she reached down and began to jerk her giant off at her husband.

Like she was marking her territory, Christie let her essence wash over John, coating him in a cast of cum. Where her streams ended and started was a mystery to anyone, her loads coming out of her cum cannon in one unending explosion. Her sperm lashed against her husband's body over and over again, plastering his skin, painting him a polished white. From his feet to his head he was covered, Christie relentless in her pursuit of seeing him absolutely drenched . Cum ricocheted off his body, deepening the pool around him, flecks of virility splattering against the walls and the floor. The muscled goddess of a futa's orgasm hadn't begun to slow down even after a minute of constant, steady shooting, and it wasn't about to end anytime soon!

Pumping her cock, Christie kept pushing more cum out of it, the bulbous spheres between her legs seemingly bottomless in their supply. Her husband had already been completely hidden under her thick baby batter, but that didn't stop her from masking him further! The medicine ball of cum his stomach had been turned into bore the brunt of it, further molded into a monument of her virility. His limbs were glued to the bed, forcing him into a starfish-like position, like he was trying to make perverse angels in her cum. Even John's tiny flaccid manhood was plastered to his groin, Christie giving him a sperm-formed chastity cage he wouldn't be able to escape from. Despite his enormous stomach blocking his face, the force at which her futa nectar flew from her cock meant that it was saturated as well, soaking him down to the bone, giving him a helmet of steaming syrup.

Jesus Chirst his wife could cum a lot! Still reeling from his own orgasm, his brain fogged by euphoria, John could do nothing but take what Christie had to offer. His body grew more and more soaked with her seed, raising his temperature by several degrees, Christie's cum naturally incredibly hot. He turned his head back and forth, trying to keep it out of his eyes and mouth but there was no use - it was impossible to escape her onslaught! Her onslaught that just kept coming and coming, her unbridled potency like nothing else in this world. His wife's semen was so potent, John swore he could feel her sperm flopping against his skin, like they were actively seeking eggs to fertilize. It was refreshing in a way, like her insane payload was washing away any fear or doubt that still resided in the back of his brain; he truly felt happy being bathed in her cum.

Less rapidly than before, Christie continued to cum. Streams were replaced by huge ropes and splatters that burst across John's being like gooey fireworks. If they weren't layering him, they were layering everything around him, sloshing through the sea of semen, refilling however much of her sludge-like refuse had cascaded onto the floor. As her explosive discharge started to come to an end, Christie waddled towards the bed, still fisting her cock, still firing off baseball-sized pellets of progeny. Once she was close enough, she pressed her cockhead against John's small package and let the last remnants of her climax flood over it, like she was making sure he was branded as her property, like there would be no denying the changes that occurred on this day.

Pleased with her output, Christie climbed onto the bed.

Her hands sunk into the ruined mattress as she crawled towards John, her cock sliding through the semen swamp like a crocodile. Splashing in her gunk once her knees touched down, her massive bulk caused the cum in the bed to spill over the sides like an overfilled bathtub, the entire bed rocking back and forth as she moved. Reaching John's face, she swiped the cum gently off of his face, exposing his head to the dimming sunlight from the nearby windows. Tenderly, she wiped him clean, his eyes fluttering open now that they were freed from her goop, his lips twisting into an exhausted grin at her smiling face; she was like an angel hovering above him, welcoming him into the afterlife. Placing a large hand on his face, she leaned down and kissed him, cum staining her lips.

Twisting their heads back and forth, they kissed softly. Christie placed a hand on John's stomach as they locked lips, and pushed down on it as delicately as she could. He groaned into her mouth as cum began to evacuate his asshole, creating a waterfall of cum that seeped onto the bed. Pressing her tongue into his mouth, she continued to put pressure on his abdomen, helping him deflate to the best of her ability. As his stomach began to take the flat shape it had before she got her hands on him, he suddenly slapped her shoulder hard, causing Christie to jolt backward. Turning his head to the side as fast as he could, John coughed loudly, a mouthful of cum flying from his mouth; he continued to cough and spit up dregs of thick semen, his face going red.

"Oh my God! Are you okay John?"

Waving his hand in the air, John cleared his throat and turned back to his wife.

"Yeah Chris, I'm fine," he spit one last time, his saliva pure white, "I think some of it just came out of the wrong end."

He chuckled, but Christie looked at him seriously.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry honey. I should have pulled out earlier! I shouldn't have filled you up so much! I'm so so–"

"Chris, it's okay. I think I can handle hawking up a bit of cum, especially after that!"

She cast a quick glance at his remaining pot belly of cum, and then looked back up at his face.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Chris," John felt like he'd said that a thousand times today, "I think I'll live."

"Oh John, I love you so much!"

Christie threw her arms around John's neck and pulled him tight against her chest, planting numerous, sloppy kisses across his cum-drenched hair. John managed to let out a strangled 'I love you too', laughing as he did, his wife's enthusiasm endearing. While she cradled him and murmured an unending stream of compliments against his head, John looked around the room; this was gonna take forever to clean up! Everything in his field of vision – the walls, the bed of course, and even the damn ceiling – were covered in her mess. At least she had plenty of experience with this kind of thing! He couldn't help but admire her body during their cuddle-time, his eyes roaming down her shredded torso, down to her crotch, where something as hard as a steel beam still stood at full attention. A worrying look crossed his features, and he slapped his wife's bulging bicep until she loosened her hold.

"Oops! Sorry baby, was I holding you too tight?"

"No, you were fine baby. I was just wondering… was the sex not good?"

John couldn't help but look sad as he asked her

"What? No! It was amazing - you were incredible! I still can't believe it happened! Why do you ask sweetie?"

John looked at her crotch.

"Well, you're still hard…"

"Oh that? Don't worry about that John, it just takes a lot to satisfy me. But you did great already! Maybe tomorrow we ca–"

Her husband sat up as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast considering the cum gluing him down.

"Chris I want to satisfy you!"

"What? No baby, you've done enough today!"

John's face became very serious.

"No. I. Want. You. To. Be. Satisfied."

He paused between each word to make sure she understood, his eyes burrowing into her's.

"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly, concern quivering across her face, "It can take a lot for me to finish once I get started."

"Of course! I would do anything to make you happy. That's what today is about: your happiness, Christie. Besides, I already swore I'd do whatever it takes, and I can't go back on that."

Christie's voice got quiet.

"Anything?"

"Anything!" John said as excitedly as he could, "I mean it!"

Everything went silent. Christie studied her husband's features, trying to discern his seriousness. He seemed so very sure of himself. Could she really… could she really let out all of her lust on him? Could he actually handle it? Did either of them really have a choice? If things progressed beyond what had happened already, she would inevitably end up fucking him as hard as she could. It would be better to do it now, get it done sooner than later, like ripping off a bandaid. Let him experience her when she let loose, and see if he still wanted her after everything was said and done, if he could really make her happy – he did say he would do anything it took after all! Christie bit her lip, took a deep breath through her nose, and looked back at her husband, who was still smiling confidently at her.

"Okay baby, then why don't– actually, no. Get on your hands and knees."

John gulped loudly at command but nodded back at her.

"You got it Chris! Let me just…"

Trailing off, John struggled to get out of the muck sticking him to the bed. Lifting his arms in an attempt to twist himself around, the cum his limbs were awash in stuck to the bed in huge strands, stretching out like marble pillars, he moved slowly, having to swipe at his body to detach himself. The sea of semen caused him to constantly slip, sending him crashing back down, sperm flying into the air around him. Christie stroked her cock casually as she watched him, her vision fixated on his cum-covered ass shaking around as he tried to move. Her patience grew thin as he continued to make no progress, and without a second thought her arms shot out, her fingers wrapping around his waist, almost meeting in the middle.

"Chris what are you do–"

Not getting to finish his sentence, he was spun around in the air, his wife handling him like he weighed next to nothing. Arms flailing, he was barely able to catch himself as he was put back down roughly, his limbs sinking into the soggy mattress. Wasting no time, Christie rose up as tall as she could, unaffected by the slippery surface she stood on, having to duck her head down so as not to hit it on the ceiling. She walked around John until she was behind him, and then leaned over his body; she placed one giant hand on the headboard in front of him, and used her other to line up her cock with his still-leaking asshole. Bending down until her face was next to his, she whispered into his ear.

"Next time I ask you to get on your knees, I shouldn't have to help you do it. Got it?"

John's eyes went wide.

"O-Of course honey. I'm sorry!"

Christie licked his ear.

"Good."

Adjusting her stance, Christie pressed her tip against John's still too-small backdoor; no matter the amount of intense stretching it already went through, it still looked woefully inadequate at handling Christie's gargantuan bitch breaker. But they both knew better. The massive futa rubbed her cock up and down his hole, once again adding extra lubricant, not that John's hole looked like it needed more. As she did, she readied herself for what was to come, even though she wasn't the one about to get fucked. She reminded herself over and over again that her husband had literally asked for this, and that this would be for the good of their marriage. That this would be the ultimate act that would prove if he could handle her or not - she had her doubts, but at this point there was no going back.

Taking a deep breath, Christie slammed her cock into John.

Unlike before, she ravaged her massive member into her husband's tight hole, giving him no time to warm-up or get used to it. Her colossal crown speared into him, piercing straight through his depths, re-forming his insides to the shape of her third leg. Scraping through his intestines, Christie's cock barreled into him, not stopping until it hit the same point that it had reached before; what took her numerous minutes previously, she accomplished in only a second. The distension in his stomach appeared so suddenly, that it punched into the bed, pulling his flesh downward, until it resettled itself near his neck. After this first, punishing penetration, Christie held herself back, waiting to see her husband's reaction, waiting to see if this was going to be the end of them.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. John gasped loudly, instinctively lurching forward, trying to escape the immense invader - but he made no progress. Christie's dangerous dick kept him completely in place, not budging an inch from his writhing, weighing him down with its immense mass. His fingers dragged through the creamy, thick gunk surrounding him, failing to grasp anything that might help him survive this encounter. John grit his teeth as he felt his wife pull her cock out – all the way out – and then repeat the same motion, battering his body with her turgid club. And then she did it again. And again. And again .

"This is how I actually fuck people, John." Christie growled above him, pushing her hunk of girlmeat in and out of his abused hole, " This is what you asked for! This is how I'm gonna fuck you everyday from now!"

John grunted, his words coming out in a jumbled yelp.

"What was that!?" Christie took the hand off her cock and planted a resounding smack across her husband's ass, "What did you say!?"

"I can handle it!"

Her husband yelled, though his voice was muffled by his position below her. Christie couldn't help but take his exclamation as a challenge; who the fuck was is he to say that after denying her for so long? Placing her hand on his head, her palms covering the entirety of the top of his skull, she began banging him harder. The pistoning of her hips sped up, rampaging her cock in and out of him, shaking his entire being with the force of her thrusts. Half of her cock flew back and forth through his torso, tenting the skin, pressing it into the bed. Her fingers tightened on the top of his head, lifting it as she plowed into him, forcing him to look at the wall in front of him; Christie was gonna put his claim to the test, whether he liked it or not!

The bed clattered and bounced as John was fucked as hard as Christie could give, the headboard leaving dents in the wall, shaking the cum off of it and onto the floor. John continued to groan and yell, his voice going hoarse from overuse, this kind of fucking like nothing he'd ever felt before; though he thought his member was completely spent, it had hardened once more, bouncing against the protruberance of Christie's cock over and over again in time with her thrusts. This new power his wife put into her plowing hurt, but the same pleasure was still there. Her shaft pressed against his G-spot, and that feeling of being so full was so amazing John wasn't sure how he'd ever lived without it! He told Christie he could handle her and he meant it - there was no way in hell he was gonna tap out now!

Christie's ramming only got faster. If there was enough room in her husband's body to fit her entire cock, her abs would have slammed against his ass by now. She could feel her rampaging monster bulge every which way through John's stomach, her thrusting wild, untamed. His skin wrapped around her pulsating pole like an undersized fleshlight, hugging it so tightly it was like she was fucking a second asshole at the same time. Grunting as she put all her effort into ruining her life partner, Christie looked down at his face, a sadistic grin contorting her lips; past his chin was the outline of her ginormous glans, poking out from under his head, stretching out beyond his body. A moan escaped her lips at the sight.

"See that John?" she huffed, a bead of sweat forming on her brow, "See how much fucking bigger my cock is than you?"

She could see John's eyes spin around in their sockets, before they found what she was talking about.

"And that's not even all my cock. I have so much more I wish I could fit inside of you!"

She got no response from John, who just moaned louder as she plowed him. Flexing her entire body's worth of muscles, her biceps curling into boulders, her abs popping out enough they overtook the first few inches of her cock, her tree trunk thighs eclipsing John's waist in size, Christ put even more strength into wrecking her husband; she could have swore her cock also grew in size, like it was just as angry as she was. Her incredible bulk extended out of her back like the start of a pair of wings, as she pressed on – pressed on with fucking John like a crazed beast. The bed below them began to audibly let out whines of distress, the wood groaning from the strain of their intense coupling. But Christie didn't let that stop her. She didn't even really notice, too consumed with wringing all the pleasure she could from her husband's distended hole.

Bursting like a broken pipe, the massively hung futanari's cum spewed uncontrollably into John's bowels. She wasn't having an orgasm - she wasn't even close to that point yet – but after her first orgasm, cum flowed from her cock freely. It bathed her husband's insides, slopping out onto the bed with every thrust, soaking Christie's thighs and massive junk. Swirling around her intruding colossus, it swelled John's stomach, weighing it down towards the bed, creating more room for the furious futa's cock to wiggle around in. This extra offering off thick seed of course only helped her fuck harder , letting her cock slide through him like a butcher knife through freshly cooked pork.

Christie's oversized, corpulent cum tanks were overjoyed at this new development in her energy. Rumbling and sloshing as they churned out more and more cum, they fattened considerably, clearly happy with their owners decision. In Christie's hunched over position, they rested on the bed, slipping back and forth through the mess they were responsible for, bashing against the bottoms of John's feet, occasionally bouncing up and down on particularly powerful pounds the blonde futa made. They had begun to grow so insanely huge, that the leathery sack holding them was pushed outward to make room, pulled out as far as it could go, rubbing against the sides of Christie's bulging calves; she moaned loudly at the feeling, knowing she was finally able to fuck her husband the way she'd dreamt of.

"We're gonna need to get you back in the gym," Christie yelled, taking her hand off the cracking headboard and palming John's ass, "I need something firm to hold onto…"

She squeezed it hard enough to leave imprints of finger marks on his pale flesh.

"...although I might not be able to keep my hands off of you if we went together!"

John's voice cracked as he replied, his voice coming out in a strangled wheeze.

"W-Whatever you want honey! I'll go every day with you!"

Christie slapped his ass again and again, beating both of his cheeks red, making what little extra fat on them wobble back and forth. With both hands on her husband, she used the extra leverage to fuck him even faster, her hips becoming a blur. Her cock distended the skin in front of his face so much that if John was able to look down, he would no longer be able to see the bed. Muscles straining as she fucked her husband to within an inch of his life, Christie threw her head back, teeth clenched together, a tear forming in her eyes; it felt so fucking good , but at what cost!? A voice in the back of her brain whispered to her that he would never be the same after this, that all of this had been for naught. She felt better than she ever had fucking anyone throughout her whole life, regardless of the heavy price she was paying. Even if John still wanted to be with her after this, there was no way he would still be the same!

John wasn't sure how many orgasms he'd had already, but it was like he couldn't stop. Each one was dry, not even single droplets of watery cum leaking from his dick, but he never went soft despite that. His erection had become painful , sore from the forced pleasure, staying hard far longer than it was ever meant to - but it all felt so good . Tears welled in eyes, matching his wife's, the brown-colored orbs slowly rolling into the back of his skull. He was losing it: his mind, himself, everything , from his wife's unrelenting plowing. His vision fell upon Christie's features, her face slightly masked by her long blonde hair, taking in her euphoric expression. It was the last thing he saw before he was fucked in unconciousness, his brain completing shut down, everything going black.

Christie didn't notice.

Her husband's new, passed-out state was completely lost on her. She was holding up his body, and it still naturally contracted around her colossus, massaging every inch of her throbbing mast; she wasn't looking into his face anyway. She couldn't. Christie was too fearful of what she'd see, constantly waiting for a protest that would never come - but that still didn't stop her. Fucking John so hard that both of them were sliding back and forth across the rocking bed, Christie continued to put every ounce of strength she had into the act, proving her point. Proving to her confident significant other that she was a monster that couldn't be tamed, one that would be relegated to fucking any and every other person in her vicinity. The thought hurt, but she wasn't afraid of the truth. It was something she'd known all her life, afterall.

Predictably, the bed gave out from the constant force applied to its frame. The legs on the side of the bed Christie was busy ruining her husband on gave out, shattering loudly, the entire thing slouching to the side; this didn't stop Christie either. The hyper-hung futa carried on her fucking, holding John's body even more firmly in place, the angle of their fucking slightly-askew and closer to the destroyed carpet now. Her thrusts were growing more and more fierce as if that was possible, becoming uncontrolled and frantic as her orgasm closed in on her. With a libido that would not be denied, she gave every last of her all that she'd been holding back, which wasn't much, actually lifting John from the bed with her flexing fuckstick. Suspended in the air, her ravaging became more intense, the last bit of friction gone that might have halted her movements.

Titanic testicles screaming for release, her bitch breaker engorging to a ridiculous degree, Christie's climax was upon her. John's body rocketed back and forth on her tremendous appendage, his limbs flailing wildly below him, his hands and feet brushing against the sperm-swamped bed; his stomach also nearly reached the ruined sheets, completely full of Christie's cum, giving him an extremely pregnant appearance. This swell of his abdomen was interrupted often by the snaking of his wife's serpent through his guts, punching out every which way inside of him, distorting his skin into the image of her monster. Christie didn't stop her punishing pistons, even as that first, tub-filling batch of seed shot up her cum cannon, bulging her taut sperm tunnel, vibrating her cock. With a last yell, she released her torrent into John.

"Here it comes slut!" Christie roared, falling back into using familiar language, "Take my fucking load!"

Not that he had much of a choice in the matter, but John did indeed take her fucking load. Buckets full of cum blasted into him, putting Christie's previous orgasm to shame. Her cock viscously ventilated its viscous fluid, the stream actually audible as it spurted from her cavernous urethra. There was a loud squelching noise as it filled John once more, the sound of thick goopy liquid hitting more thick goopy liquid filling the room. Quicker than before his stomach ballooned, reaching the twisted mattress, weighing heavily on its slanted surface. His swollen midsection stretched out across it, one half of it reaching the floor, covering it with his new found immensity. And Christie was only on her first shot.

Still pounding into him, Christie screamed as she came. Her body felt like it was on fire , a burning sensation heating every part of her, including her cock. The veins coating her massive pole had filled with so much blood she swore they were close to bursting ; her balls hurt an equal amount, like they couldn't deliver her payload quick enough. In addition, her urethra felt ready to split from the unholy amount of seed stretching it, her entire being struggling with this monumental orgasm. John's body was quickly reaching the point she'd normally pull out, but Christie wasn't paying attention. Eyes clenched shut, her head was thrown back in a deadly combination pain and pleasure, trying to ride out this extraordinary climax the best she could without fucking exploding.

"Take it!"

She managed to half-yell again through her grit teeth. Her hips jerked back and forth as she continued to cum into her husband. His inflating form began to press against the front of her legs and her booming cum factories, pushing her back - but Christie refused to be moved! Shuffling forward, she kept just as much of her cock as she had in him before, her thighs putting pressure on John's expanded stomach. Not stopping her slow charge forward, her giant glans poked out of the front of his flesh, using all the extra room to fit even more of her bulk into him; Christie wasn't sure she'd ever had so much of her cock slotted into someone's depths, almost two-thirds of her massive member hidden in her husband's body. After a minute straight of non-stop busting, her initial flood finally ended, another taking its place not a second after.

Christie's lack of pulling out when John was beyond capacity, led to a new experience for both of them. A retching sound flew from his lips, then was quickly silenced by a torrent of cum spraying from his mouth. Like the hose on a fire engine, the stream of seed came out in one, continuous geyser, slamming into the wall across from the pair, John's body turned into a pump for Christie's steaming ball gunk. It splashed against the wall, pouring down onto the bed below it, completely covering everything in its path. Unending, his mouth became nothing more than a tool for his ultra-hung wife to expel her emissions through, his intestines turned into a pipe for her to shoot directly through. John still didn't wake up from this, unaware of his purpose in life being transformed in real time.

Unsure if her orgasm would ever end, Christie bucked at John, trying to force it out faster than it was coming. She could feel her mind start to fade, unknowingly succumbing to the same outcome her husband had, her vision growing spotty; despite her near-unconsciousness, her slab of fuckmeat didn't stop, uncaring of their owner's mental well-being. She couldn't stop her frothy flood regardless, completely consumed by ecstasy. Actively crying, the salty droplets dripped from her chin onto the bed below, lost by the swirling sea she'd created, gone like tears in the rain, a visible expression of the conflicting emotions she was feeling, both her happiness at being able to use her husband like this and the regret of what it would surely do to him. The natural ending to their long relationship.

"Take it… take it…" she panted, her voice faltering from weariness, "fucking take it…"

That utterance was the last Christie would make before she passed out. Though there was no one around to yell 'Timber!', she dropped like a felled oak, falling forward, landing directly on top of John. Her incredible weight smashed him into the obliterated bed, splintering it further, cum rocketing harder from both of his holes from the sudden duress. She continued to thrust into him, her orgasm still not finished, her body moving automatically as it tried to release all of her pent-up baby batter. Her muscular form draped over John's, hiding everything but his beach ball-sized stomach, her face planted in the swamp of cum above him. As she drifted off into full-unconsciousness, their connected bodies slid off the bed onto the floor, landing on their sides, giving John even more room to expand…

…

Where was she?

Christie looked around the room she was in, her surroundings unfamiliar. It looked like her and John's living room, but somehow different. Things were out of place, the couch was against the wrong wall, and their TV was missing. Everything was foggy as well, hazy, like she was looking through a pair of water-covered glasses - but she didn't wear glasses, did she? Oh, there was a person! It was… Megan? From John's work? That red hair and those fat tits were unmistakable. Naked, she was walking over to Christie, saying something the futa couldn't hear, her hand extending to touch her abs. Christie looked down. She was naked too. There was someone between her legs, sucking on her cock. A mass of black hair bobbed up and down on her hard pole. Raven?

More women appeared around her, popping up like they had sprouted from the floor. She recognized them - they were all people she'd fucked. They came closer, each one nude, their bodies jiggling and shaking as they moved. Hands, mouths, breasts - all of it was pressed against her muscles and cock, each one doing their best to tease her. But she couldn't feel a thing. Was she in the middle of an orgy or something? There were so many of them surrounding her, individuals from all walks of life, all one's she'd conquered. Descending on her like a pack of hyenas, they just kept coming, filling up the room more and more, the furniture and walls lost in the sea of bodies swarming her. How did they all get here? Did she invite them? What if John walked in on thi–

Wait, wasn't she just with John?

Yeah, she was! She was fucking him. That's right. He apologized. They made love, they had sex, she treated him like another slut. What happened after that? Where was he? Did he leave her? Christie barely noticed the women around her, too confused by the situation. Was this her way of dealing with her sudden status as a single futanari? No, things had been going well. Right? Or did she ruin things? How had the day ended? Her mind couldn't focus on anything, couldn't remember where she was or what was going on. Christie's eyes scanned across the crowd until they fell upon the most familiar face of the bunch. Piercing brown eyes, messy hair that matched them, that crooked nose - John!

Christie reached forward, calling out to him, but no sound came out. Trying to muscle her way through all the women, she trudged forward. But it didn't matter. She wasn't getting any closer. He was so close but so far. The ladies started to hold her back, clinging to her body, dragging her away. Christie's strength was failing her for the first time in her life - she couldn't move! No matter how she struggled and pushed, she couldn't make any progress. He was getting farther and farther away. If she could just reach him everything would be better! The figure she knew with absolute certainty was John turned towards her, his face grave, tears flowing down his face. She yelled again.

"John!"

Facing her fully, his mouth opened into a wordless scream. As he yelled nothingness into the air, his face began to melt, his countenance drooping and twisting into something unrecognizable. Christie could only watch in horror as his visage contorted, the mass of bodies growing around her. Like someone molding dough, it formed into something else. His hair elongated, femininity coursed through his naked body, and his chest and hips began to expand. He continued to change until someone familiar appeared before her. Sam. He had turned into his sister, who smiled knowingly back at the futa. Like the rest of the women, she leapt forward, pouncing on Christie, joining the mob of bodies covering her. The weight of so many pulled her down, her body sinking into the floor, drowning her under their growing mass.

Christie looked up and screamed as she was completely lost to tangled limbs and moaning mouths…

…

Christie jerked into a sitting position with a yelp.

Sweat ran down her cum-stained face as she looked around the room, her, her and John's bedroom. That's where she was. Besides her semen covering every inch everything around her, and the fucked up bed, it was their room. Christie swiped a hand across her forehead, wiping more still-not-dried cum onto her face. Shaking her arms, she stood up, taking in the destruction she'd caused. The morning light from the window cast a nice glow across all the cum, making it look almost magical instead of the perverse display of virility it was. Semen dripped from the ceiling onto her head. Christie took a step forward, her feet sinking ankle deep in the lake of seed; christ, she had really gone overboard, hadn't she?

Mind still on the crazy nightmare she'd woken up from, she made her way to the otherside of the bed. Her entire body felt sore, more sore than she'd ever remembered it being, and that included her limp, swaying package. Sitting on the other side of the bed, the half still standing on two, shaky legs, she rubbed at her tender muscles; every part of her hurt, including her cock and balls, all of which were a bright pink in color. Groaning, Christie tried to remember exactly what had happened earli– no, yesterday, as it would seem. John told her he needed to talk and they, they had… oh god! She fucked him harder than she'd ever fucked anyone else and, and…

Where was he!?

Almost like her mind was being read, the door opened in response to her silent question. Walking in was John, smiling, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. Still naked and covered in as much cum as she was, he closed the door with a brush of his hips and waltzed over to his wife, stepping carefully through all of the cum. She looked back at him with wide eyes, her bottom lip quivering. Besides a few bruises visible on his hips, and an equally sore looking package, he looked okay, seemingly none the worse the worse for wear. More importantly, he was still here. He hadn't left. She didn't fuck everything up. A tear ran down the side of her face, her fingers twisting together in front of her, her heart racing as he moved closer. Standing in front of her, he held out a cup of coffee.

"Good morning baby! How did you sle–"

He stopped, noticing her distraught features.

"Chris what's wrong!?"

It was real, he was really here.

"I-I just had a bad dream sweetie, don't worry about it." she smiled at him as she took the mug from him, "Are you… are you okay John?

"Perfectly fine!" he beamed back, before wincing, "Okay, maybe a little sore. You really went hard on me last night!"

"Oh John I'm so sorry. I knew it was going to be too much we should have worked up to it and prepared you more and I don't know what ca–"

"Christie, stop. What did I tell you yesterday? That I could handle it. And I did, didn't I? It was… a lot, I'll admit. But it was also amazing. I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life!"

"...you're sure?"

"I'm sure honey. I had to, ahem, drain myself this morning for like an hour. But besides my ass hurting, I think I'm okay."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

"Oh John…"

Swinging her free arm out, she wrapped it around John's waist, and pulled him into her lap. He yelped, his coffee almost sloshing over the rim of the mug as he was sat down on his wife's muscled thigh. Pulling him against her chest, Christie leaned down and kissed him. While taken by complete surprise, John was hardly about to protest, and kissed her back, only wishing his hands were free to hold her. Their early morning kiss was made hotter by the tendrils of steam rising off their cups and ticking their faces; the pair would have made out all morning if John didn't pull back first, one eye closed in discomfort. Christie looked at him questioningly.

"Well," he shifted on her leg and twisted his arm around to rub at his lower back, "maybe I'm more than a little sore!"

Christie laughed and planted another kiss on his lips.

"Then why don't we finish these," she raised her cup up, "and go shower. I'll even give you a massage!"

"Together?"

"Together."

"I would love too, Chris," he smiled at her, his eyes shining in the light, "I love you."

"I love you , John."

Chapter 4: John and Christie Take A Trip Down Memory Lane

Summary:

John finds Christie's old diary from college and they read through it together.

Notes:

Hey y'all! Fourth chapter of Agreement for you guys! Been awhile, hasn't it? Haha. This is definitely more a "fluff" chapter before things get a little more serious. But, its a nice show of Christie and John's marriage being better now, along with some more insight into Christie pre-John. Hope y'all enjoy it!

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Chapter Text

"I love you, Chris."

"I love you, John."

Illuminated by the penetrating rays of the Sun, the mismatched couple lay face-to-face in bed, noses touching, smiling. John had one arm resting on the top of Christie's waist, curled along the expanse of muscle marbling her abdomen, while he used his other to caress the blonde strands of hair folding across her face. Christie was in a similar position, her hands on John's hip and chest respectively, her bulbous biceps bulging between them. Neither of them felt the urge to move or do anything else, the fact they were together enough to make time slip away into nothingness.

It had been several, blissful months since John and Christie reconciled. Since then life had been like a dream, perfect in every way it could be. Better when they'd first started dating. Better than when John had proposed. Better than their honeymoon , a time when most couples were happiest. The two spent all of their time together when they weren't at work like they were making up for lost time, their love for each other reignited, stronger than ever; it wasn't even like they were picking back up from where they left off, it was something entirely different . A kind of change that could only emerge from conquering the hurdles they'd put each other through, ones that ultimately felt like they'd completed their relationship.

John and Christie were enjoying their day together, one they both had off from work, nothing planned, only warm laziness present in their immediate future. Cuddling together on their new bed, the old one having been destroyed during their fervent love-making session - the whole room had received a makeover because of it, actually. Their new mattress was much larger than the last one, and the frame it sat on was made of soldered metal rather than feeble wood in order to withstand the intense pressure of their regular intimacy. They'd torn out the carpet together and replaced it with tile for ease of cleaning, and John had purchased a special, rubber mat to put behind the bed to save the wall from further caving-in; several similar coverings were put down over the mattress whenever things got hot and heavy as well, lest they run out of clean sheets every few days.

At least when they remembered to actually use them!

As odd as it was, the remodeling of their bedroom and purging of semen from it helped unite the married couple further. Despite having seen the cataclysmic nature of his wife's orgasms before, John had never interacted with them until that day, and it gave him a deeper understanding of just how uncontrollable her libido could be; for Christie it was just heart-stirring to know that John would do what was needed to make their life together better, most of the changes made to their bedroom his ideas. Although seeing him shirtless and sweaty while doing physical labor made a different part of her stir, that was for sure!

Speaking of which, John had started going to the gym with her once more. During their time apart he'd lost a lot of weight and clearly hadn't been taking care of himself, which sent pangs of pained regret through Christie upon seeing him in such a sorry state for the first time. Once she'd promised she'd behave herself when they worked out together – not making any promises about what would happen afterwards – he agreed to join her, and they both exercised several times a week together; in the short few months since he'd regained his fit, toned physique, which only made him hotter in Christie's eyes. But mostly she was just happy he was looking healthy again!

The other, biggest difference in their strengthened relationship was regarding Christie's behavior. Without being asked – though they did discuss it – she stopped sleeping with anyone else, reserving herself just for John and John alone. It wasn't the easiest thing for her to do, the amount of releases she had in a single day dwindling from the double-digits to just a few at most , but she was dealing with it, and John's happiness was the only encouragement she needed to stay strong - even if she found herself 'taking care' of herself privately in the bathroom when he wasn't home. She was determined to make this work, her libido be damned!

"Mmm you know we should probably get out of bed sometime today," John chuckled, cuddling up closer to Christie, doing the opposite of what his words suggested, "even if it is just to sit around on the couch instead."

Christie tightened her hold on John, her enormous bicep flexing.

"And we should eat too. Lunch sounds good, doesn't it? Maybe we can just order some Chinese food and put on a movie. Something I don't have to pay much attention to!"

John kissed Christie in agreement, cradling her face in his hands; she did the same to him, one of her huge paws encompassing the entirety of that half of his head and ruffling his short brown locks. They made out gently, neither pushing things to go further, simply enjoying being together like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. This was another common occurrence now: as much as they loved engaging in their baser urgings, they spent a lot of time just kissing and cuddling, basking in each other's presence like a pair of newly-weds. Giddy even, constant blushes and awkward giggles shared between them. And they wouldn't have it any other way!

Their life was as picturesque as anyone could ask for, except for one thing.

There was a small whisper in the back of John's head that'd been bothering him since they'd reunited. A single crack in the perfect matrimony he'd managed to achieve. The one dark cloud hanging over their relationship. Sam, his sister. His sister and the fact that he'd walked in on Christie fucking his sister. He knew… he knew now that it was an accident – or at least as close to one as it could be – and that Christie had never meant to do it, and neither had his sibling. But between the way his wife acted when she got horny, her dick taking control of her actions, and how women just fell at her feet upon seeing her in the throes of sexual supremacy, it just happened . Though that didn't really make John feel any better about the situation.

It was the one thing they still hadn't talked about and John was hesitant to bring it up. Everything else was going so well and he didn't want to fuck it all up again! What would happen if that was the one topic that brought things crashing down? Though, if that was the case, then maybe their relationship wasn't meant to last. That was a hard pill to swallow in itself, one that had kept him silent. Was there anything to even say about it? Was he hoping for an apology or some form of reparation? John didn't know, but the longer he held it in the more it ate him up on the inside - and he didn't want it to build into resentment . Not after everything else that had happened!

Fuck, he know he couldn't keep putting it off! For some reason it felt like it was now or never - like if he didn't say anything about it at this very moment he never would. And, like ripping off a band-aid, it was better if he didn't wait. John didn't really want to break up this serene moment with something serious and depressing, but what other choice did he have? It had been on his mind all morning – more so than usual – and there was never going to be a good time to discuss what had happened. Besides, maybe since they were both in a pleasant mood it would go better than if John caught his wife after a bad day of work. He had to bring it up now or forever hold his peace.

"Christie?"

He pulled back from the kiss and looked at her seriously.

"Yes, baby?"

"I wanted to ask you a question," he took a deep breath, and averted his gaze, his bottom lip trembling, "but I'm not even sure how to bring it up."

"John?" It was Christie's turn to look concerned, her brow furrowing, "What is it? You know you can ask me anything, love."

"I… we never talked about my sister."

Oh .

Christie stared back at him for a long moment. She should have known this was coming. Out of everyone she had sex with during the period they were, for all intents and purposes, separated , John's sister was the one she truly regretted doing it with; not Megan, Raven, their neighbor, or anyone else. None of them felt out of bounds , in a sense, like Sam had. It had taken her several days to even comprehend what she'd done, her brain too high the entire time to consider the depravity of her actions. Once she came down from the constant euphoria, however, it was something she thought about over and over again, and she had figured during that time that, if nothing else, it was the one thing that would have brought an end to their marriage - it was a miracle they ever reconciled in the first place!

She sighed, her chest tight, her blue eyes quivering.

"Do you trust me?"

It was the only response she could manage.

"How can you ask me that?"

"John I–"

"Of course I trust you, Christie." John responded firmly, looking into Christie's despair-riddled features, "I wouldn't be here – be with you – if I didn't. We both hurt each other, and I'm not gonna pretend like we didn't. And now we're together again, better than we've ever been. I love you and trust you. I also understand how and why it happened, I just…"

He stammered for a second.

"It's been on my mind lately and I needed to bring it up. I don't want anything to come between us anymore. I don't want to hold back and bury my feelings. After everything that happened, I've learned better."

"Oh John…"

Christie sniffled and wiped at her eyes.

"I'm sorry about your sister. Really. More than anything else that I did during those months I regret it so damn much ! I thought about it everyday when we were apart. I'm not sure if there is a way I can make it up to you, but I'm gonna try. I promise. Even if it takes me years I'm going to find a way to make it better - if that's even possible. Please believe me when I say that."

John stroked her face and kissed her nose.

"I do Christie, I believe you. I know you'll come up with something. Thank you for apologizing."

"You don't have to thank me, John, it's the least I can do."

"I love you Chris."

"I love you too, John."

They kissed again as if to seal the promise.

"Oh!" Christie suddenly sat up, her expression crossed with excitement, "I know something I can do!"

"Already? That was fast!"

"Uh, no, I didn't mean about Sam." She grimaced as she said it, "Sorry. Though I hope this will maybe help you forgive me a little bit!"

"What? Like a bribe?"

"Hey, if it works!"

John shook his head but was grinning nonetheless.

"I'm gonna make you chili!"

Her husband's face immediately lit up, and he bolted into a sitting position as well.

"Your special chili? The spicy kind!? Chris you haven't made that in forever !"

"I know, and I also know it's your favorite. I figured it would be something nice I could do for you today, since you've already done so much for me."

"Well damn," John chuckled, extending an arm and grabbing one of Christie's hands, squeezing it appreciatively, "as far as bribes go that's a pretty good one!"

"I thought you might say that," she squeezed his hand back, "and we can even start that show you've been trying to get me to watch."

"Battlestar Galactica? The Reimagined Series!? Okay now I'm really excited! But you have to promise to pay attention!"

"I promise! Anything for the love of my life."

"I really love you, you know?"

Bending down, Christie kissed John again.

"I do. Now why don't you go grab the slow-cooker while I get the ingredients ready. I think it's on one of the shelves in the garage."

"Gladly!"

They shared a last smile before Christie turned around and got out of the bed, standing up to her full, towering height; John hesitated from doing the same, taking a moment to appreciate his wife's amazing body, openly ogling her an act he partook in regularly. Her long blonde hair extended down her muscled back, mussed slightly from laying on it, the golden stream flowing over the etched mountains and valleys that made up the contoured bulk framing her spine. Even through her tight green t-shirt, John could make out the silhouette of her hardened, magnificent physique, little left to the imagination from just how defined his wife's physical strength was.

The sleeves of her shirt were ripped in several places where they hugged her biceps, each one bigger than his head unflexed , pale and ever-so-slightly veiny. Her shoulders were equally as massive, her traps gigantic hills that crowded her conversely slender neck; her face was also in opposition to the rest of her body, elegant and gorgeous. Cool blue eyes, a pointed nose and chin, her lips plump and full - she was beyond beautiful. It was like someone transplanted the head of a supermodel onto the figure of a bodybuilder, and Christie drew stares of jealousy from both men and women wherever she went because of it, her presence bringing looks of admiration, lust, and envy.

One of the only places on her immensely brawny body that possessed any excess fat was her breasts . Bigger than even her biceps, Christie's chest was huge , giving her the appearance that she was smuggling a pair of watermelons under her shirt, all of her tops stretched tightly around the enormous mounds - including the one she was wearing now! And they only got larger when she worked out, the pectoral muscles under them forcing her tits to jut out in front of her like a jiggling shelf. John always found himself drooling a bit at the sight of his wife's bust, especially with the way her curves suddenly dipped when they reached her stomach; her stomach wasn't exactly flat , instead striated by an eight-pack that formed across her abdomen like layered bricks, their hardened profile very clearly visible through her shirt.

Christie's curves began again upon reaching her flared hips, wide and womanly in a way that betrayed her gigantic musculature. Similarly, her ass popped out far behind her, firm and huge, liable to crush any unwelcome, wandering hand that was foolish enough to grope her. Like Grecian marble pillars, her thighs – which were currently fighting against a pair of tight black gym shorts – were as colossal as the rest of her - possibly even more so! Wider than John's own waist, they bulged in every direction with muscle, protruding against the fabric of her bottoms, stone-like lumps marbling every inch of her pale legs. Her calves were less-humongous, but still massive, ending at her feet which were, as expected, bigger than any John had ever seen before.

But it was what was between her thighs that John often found himself leering at the most.

It was no secret that his wife was a futanari - hell, hiding it was practically an impossibility ! Her traditionally male genitalia matched the rest of her incredible, awe-inspiring being, as supersized as the rest of her was. Distending the front of her shorts, John could make out the exact imprint of his wife's cock that extended from her flat, hairless crotch all the way down to her knees , the thick, pink glans peeking out of the pant-leg. Wider than his arm, flaccid , and nearly just as long, it took up all the space in her bottoms, the massive, tubular length hugged like a glove by the thin material. He could see it sway as she started to walk, bouncing around under its own immense weight.

Under it and also out-of-this-world huge, Christie's testicles and scrotum created their own set of deformations in her shorts. It was like she had basketballs glued to her thighs, and her oversized sausage rested right in between them. They also shook whenever she moved, wobbling back and forth in front of her, letting anyone watching her know of their existence; this was aided by the fact that they always seemed to emit a faint gurgling at all times, a noise that only got louder the more aroused she grew. John knew what the sound indicated better than anyone - it was his wife brewing up enough sperm to fill up a bathtub several times over!

And Christie got even more massive in every way when she was turned on - which was often !

John coughed and put his hands over his groin like an embarrassed schoolboy when he realized that just thinking about how fucking awesome and sexy his wife was had made him hard. Standing up, he adjusted his own black shorts and loose white tank top and followed Christie out of the room, trying to will his own member to soften - though this was made somewhat difficult by the bouncing of her tight ass right in front of him! He was so mesmerized by Christie's awesome figure he almost went into the kitchen with her before he remembered he'd been given a task, and he quickly diverted paths and headed to the garage, passing through the laundry room on the way. Opening up the door, he turned on the light, stepped into the box-strewn area, and looked around to try and find the slow-cooker.

"Maybe Chris and I can clean all this up next weekend," he muttered to himself, surveying the mess of objects littering the garage floor, "and then we might be able to actually park our cars in here for once!"

Dimly lit by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, their garage was, like for many others, used for storage rather than a place to store their vehicles. Dust layered everything in it, spider webbings hanging in the air, dirt and grime tainting the concrete flooring. An extra fridge sat next to the entrance, filled with meats and gallon after gallon of water , Christie's thirst as mighty as her hunger was; from what she'd told him before, her need to stay hydrated more than the average person was a normal aspect of being a futanari. Cardboard boxes filled with all manner of things – old clothing, holiday decorations, knick knacks – were piled in the center of the room, the aforementioned shelves bolted to the walls holding even more of these containers.

Eyes roaming over to the far walls, he scanned the metal shelves lining them. Ah, there it was! Tucked between a couple of boxes was the slower-cooker, dusty from disuse, giving John a sense of just how long it had been since his wife had made her special chili - too long if you asked him! Carefully walking over to it, he stepped over the mounds of random trash and other discarded garbage that littered the floor, scarcely an inch of free space existant to move through. Cursing to himself when he tripped into a cobweb, John swiped wildly at his handsome features, one of his feet going straight through a cardboard box. Finally reaching the shelves, he pulled the cooking-device off it, accidentally knocking over one of the boxes that had been crammed in next to it.

"Fuck me…"

Putting the slow-cooker down again, he bent over to gather up everything that had fallen out of the cardboard container, not wanting to unnecessarily add to the mess in their garage; John hardly took notice of the random items he was putting away, moving on auto-pilot - that was until he picked up a notebook he'd never seen before. It was obviously old, having been untouched for many years, and had familiar handwriting scrawled over its front. Pausing his haphazard cleaning, he lifted it up to his eyes and squinted at the cover, blowing on it and wiping the dust off the cover to better read what was written on it. John cocked his head as he made out the words.

"'Christie's College Diary'", he read aloud under his breath, his curiosity piqued, "what in the hell is this!?"

Not even considering that he might be intruding on his wife's privacy, John excitedly opened it up and turned to the first page; he never took Christie for the journaling-type before! As his eyes skimmed the contents of the diary, his excitement swiftly turned to confusion. On every single page was a date and a name or place like 'sorority house' and 'roommate' that were further accompanied by a bunch of tally marks. That was it. There weren't any full sentences or thoughts jotted down, nothing that indicated what any of it actually meant! It was almost like it was written in some kind of code or something. Deciding he'd ask Christie about it, John tucked the odd notebook under his arm and grabbed the slow-cooker, fighting his way back through the garage to get to the kitchen.

"Jeez honey, did you get lost or something?" Christie joked when he entered the kitchen, an array of meats and spices laid out in front of her on the counter, "I almost called Search and Rescue!"

"Ha, very funny. But really we should clean the garage, that place is a damn maze."

She nodded in agreement.

"Maybe next weekend we can. Did you manage to find the slow-cooker?"

"Yeah I have it right here," John set it down next to her before reaching under his arm, "but I also found this ."

He held out the diary to his wife, her head turning at the sight of it like his had.

"What is–" she took her journal from his hands before a look of realization came over her, "Oh my God! I haven't seen this thing in forever! I didn't even know I still had it - I figured it'd gotten thrown out after I graduated."

"What is it?"

"It's my freshman year college diary - actually I used it in my sophomore year too! Didn't you read the front?"

"No, I mean, yeah! I got that much, Chris." John rolled his eyes at his wife's mocking smirk, "I mean what is written in it? I'll fully admit I took a look, but I couldn't make sense of anything."

"Well that's because it's not supposed to make sense to anyone but me !"

Christie flipped through the pages rapidly, nostalgia washing over her.

"'Cause this is my sex diary! Though that sounds pretty stupid now that I say it out loud."

"Your sex diary…?"

"Mhm." She nodded her head, looking up at John, "See, college was a time for me to, erm, explore and get experience in sex and stuff - since I didn't get to do much of it in high school. I was so excited I decided to keep a diary–"

She held out the aforementioned object in the air and waved it back and forth.

" – to keep track of everyone I slept with. I didn't want it to be obvious in case anyone else found it, so I wrote in a kind of short-hand that only I would understand."

"I see?" John was clearly still befuddled by what his wife was talking about, "So it's your sex diary. A diary filled with sex. Sex is contained in that diary, and you're the only one that can read it. It all makes sense now!"

Christie rolled her eyes at her husband's sarcasm.

"Here, let's go sit on the couch and I'll show you what I mean."

Their late-lunch momentarily forgotten about, Christie led John in the living room; like their bedroom, it had been remodeled slightly as well, a new couch purchased to replace the one Christie had ruined and much of the decorations on the walls were moved to other areas in the house to save them from any potential wrecking. Sitting down in the middle of the purple-clothed couch, Christie wrapped an arm around John's waist and yanked him down next to her, squeezing him against her muscled side. Holding up the journal so that they could both read it, she opened it to the first page and pointed a large, meaty finger to the top of it.

"So, this is the date for that day's number of people I slept with, and that number is tallied below, see?"

John's eyes bulged in their sockets as he tried to count all the marks on the page.

"Jesus babe, I know you said you had a lot of sex in college but this is…"

"I know, I was pretty wild back then!"

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Back then?"

"Hey! I'm yours and only yours now!"

"I know Chris, I'm just teasing."

"If you say so…" she grumbled, but gave him a quick peck on the cheek anyway, "and this is how I remembered who it was with and where it happened."

She put her finger under the line that had 'sorority house' scrawled across it.

"Because, uh, I often didn't get the name of the people I slept with. That was pretty rare."

"...and all you needed was the location or place or whatever to remember everything?"

John stared at her in open-mouth astonishment.

"Yeah, I have a pretty good memory for that kind of stuff."

She paused and bit her lower lip.

"Do you want me to tell you about it?"

"About what you… who you did in college!?"

"Yeah, if you want. A trip down memory lane. It could be fun!"

He gulped and nodded, his throat suddenly very dry.

"S-Sure, it would be uh, interesting to hear it from your perspective. I only knew about it a little from rumors and stuff back then.

"Alright," Christie sported a blush across her features now, "I'll pick some good ones. This one, as you can see, was from right before our first year started, and I'd gone to check out the campus that day. That night I ended up at a sorority house and…"

Christie told John the tale scribbled across the first page of her diary.

…

One night, over a decade earlier .

Christie stood naked in front of a row of bent-over women. Each of them were nude like she was, touching their toes, their backsides thrust out towards her. Fully erect, Christie's monstrous member stuck out multiple feet in front of her, already leaking sticky strands of precum onto the floor, stained with pussy juice from her first conquest of the night, her balls hanging gravid and obese below her knees. Cunts and asses of all different kinds were presented to her, each of the girls panting and moaning, hoping she would pick them to be who she fucked next. She moved to the front of the lined-up ladies, pushed her throbbing, giant glans up against her, and…

But Christie's story started before the events of that night.

Earlier that day she'd been walking around the campus of the college she was set to attend in less than a week's time, trying to get a feel for its layout so she wouldn't be utterly lost on her first day. While wandering through the quad she was approached by another young woman who gave her a flyer advertising a party at the sorority she was a member of; she informed Christie that it was both a pre-semester celebration and a way for the sorority to entice new members to join. Christie was surprised when she'd been approached about it - she never thought of herself as a fit for that kind of organization!

That night when she was back home, she found the flyer again crumpled up in her purse, and, having nothing else to do, decided to attend the party. When she was trying to find an outfit to wear she started to feel dumb, none of her clothes a fit for a college gathering, all her choices fairly conservative - she didn't really have a choice in that matter! Settling on a black blouse that she popped the first couple of buttons open on to show an enticing amount of cleavage, a matching, long black skirt that covered everything she needed to cover, and a pair of heels that made her even taller, she studied herself in the mirror of her bedroom, hoping she didn't look over – or God forbid – under dressed. She let her parents know she was heading out before hopping in her tiny car and speeding off to the college.

As it turned out she looked just fine .

The attendees of the party – most made up of Sisters and newcomers like herself with a few men scattered throughout – were dressed in a myriad of different outfits; some casually, some elegantly, and many, at least as far as Christie was concerned, sluttily . Upon arrival, Christie found herself at the center of attention right away, immediately handed a drink and bombarded with questions about her height and physique. Even as a barely-legal teen, Christie was hugely muscular, albeit not to the same degree she was today. Enjoying the questions about herself and happily answering them, sipping on her booze-infused beverage all the while - at least until a certain topic was brought up.

"So, you're not planning on joining the basketball team or anything?" A relatively tall redhead asked her, one who obviously played the sport, "We could really use someone like you on the squad! The coach could make you a fuckin' star! You could be like, the top paid player in the WNBA!"

Christie chuckled nervously.

"Uh, I can't, sadly. I'm not, um, allowed to."

"Oh? Do you have like, a medical condition or something?"

"Something like that."

"That's weird! You look strong as fuck. Like you clearly workout a lot. I can't imagine playing basketball would be any harder than lifting weights or whatever you do to stay in such awesome shape!"

"It's not that. I'm a…"

She took a long chug of her drink, paused, and sighed. This part was never easy. It was why she was mostly a loner in high school, and one of the reasons she was so excited to go to college - to hopefully meet people who accept for her who she was! Christie had never been bullied or anything like that growing up, but women and men alike seemed to shun her due to her gigantic physique alone, and when people learned about the other part that made her unique amongst her peers, it only got worse; at least for a bit, the end of her last semester proved to be very different than the rest!

"...futanari." Christie cringed at admitting her secret aloud, "So I'm not able to participate in women's sports."

The group of women surrounding her all gawked at her in astonishment, several pairs of eyes darting to her groin from her announcement. The cat was out of the bag! Christie finished her drink as an uncomfortable silence surrounded her, only slightly masked by the raucous from the rest of the party-goers spread across the house. While the several cups of alcohol she'd downed had made it easier to reveal her secret, dealing with it now was anything but ; it had been a sensitive topic her entire life, and only recently when one of her friends saw what she had between her legs did she start to feel more comfortable about it. Well, that wasn't quite right - it was what came after her friend saw it for the first time that made her confidence rise!

"No fucking way!" The redhead bounced on her heels excitedly, her large, freckled-breasts bouncing in her tank top, "I've never met a futanari before! That's so cool!"

"Thanks?" Christie looked at the redhead confused - no one had ever called her sex 'cool' before, "It's nice that you aren't like, disgusted by me or anything."

"Hell no! Why would I be? Especially when I've heard certain rumors about futanari."

Christie's eyes got wide.

"Rumors? Like what?"

"That they're hung like a horse and can fuck all night!"

Several of the other women around her murmured to each other quietly, all obviously having heard the same rumors.

Christie nearly choked on her drink, her plastic red cup fumbling in her large fingers - this stranger had just come out and said it! No one had ever been so forward with her about what was one of the most well-known aspects of futanari; and, while it was true, Christie hadn't ever heard someone put it so obscenely . What the fuck was she supposed to say now!? There was no use denying it! Besides, if she did it would just make her look bad, and she didn't want a reputation like that when she was starting college for the first time. She would just have to be upfront about it!

"I, uh, I," Christie coughed, trying to formulate a proper response, all eyes still on her, "I guess that's, um, true?"

Oh yeah, that sounded confident!

"I knew it!" The tall athlete gave a little victory jig before suddenly stopping, her lips curling into a frown, "But how do I know you're not lying to make yourself look good? I know plenty of men who said the same thing, but were one-and-done, quick pump chumps!"

"You don't? I don't really know how I'd prove something like that."

"Well I do !"

Before Christie understood what was happening the redhead grabbed her by one of her gigantic, muscular forearms and pulled her away from the rest of the girls surrounding them, throwing a wink back at her friends. Nearly tripping over herself, Christie followed, unsure of where she was being led - though she had a good idea! Was this woman she'd just met less than an hour ago really about to try and fuck her in the middle of a party? Is this what college was like? How is this actually what was happening!? Any doubts Christie had disappeared the second she was led into, what she presumed was, the redhead's bedroom, the door slamming behind them.

"Alright, let's see it! I want - no I have to know if the rumors are true."

She had her arms folded and hips cocked as she stared up at the statuesque futa.

"Are you… are you sure you want to do this? Here? Now?"

"Fuck yeah I do! Sisters bring guys back to their rooms all the time during a party, I just want to be the first to bring a futanari ! The other girls will be so fuckin' jealous !"

Christie suddenly gained a burst of confidence that she had no idea the source of, and smirked as she reached for the front of her skirt. She bundled up the black fabric between her fingers and lifted it up to just under her knees, stopping before she revealed herself completely, a last sliver of doubt forming in the back of her mind; what if this was some kind of set up? Everyone knew that sororities did shady stuff like that! Looking at the basketball player in front of her first, she noted silently that she wasn't holding a phone to try and snap a pic, and there didn't seem to be any other cameras or anyone else hiding, laying in wait.

Taking a last, deep breath, Christie put on the most smug expression she could muster.

"If you say so."

The moment she unveiled what she'd been hiding, the redhead – that Christie now realized she didn't know the name of – dropped to her knees with a gasp. Though at the time Christie wasn't very sexually experienced, she knew right away that that was a good reaction to showing off her dangling, massive package; even back then she didn't wear underwear, attempting to try and contain her genitalia next to futile, so it was bared without barrier. Without a word the sorority Sister crawled over to Christie and took her cock into her hands, jerking her off without asking for permission, immediately licking and kissing at the fat pink tip, falling under the futa's spell instantaneously.

This was the same reaction she received when her friend from high school saw her changing during a sleepover - she also slipped into a mindless state of worship, doing whatever Christie asked of her, leading to the loss of both of their virginities; and, from the looks of it, this sorority Sister was looking for the same outcome. Moaning, Christie held up her soft member so the redhead could have better access to it, rubbing it over her face, bathing her in her sweaty, musky essence. The college-athlete only panted louder as the fantastical futa fuckstick made contact with her body, making a concerted effort to try and suck Christie off, her enormous size making it a struggle in itself.

Erecting quickly, it hadn't taken Christie long to reach her full size, the mixture of alcohol killing her inhibitions and her extreme, always-present libido sending her cock shooting straight up; it extended far past the redhead's head and shoulders when it did, giving her the appearance that she was a construction worker carrying around a piece of lumber. The nameless woman stroked Christie's bitch breaking expanse rapidly, putting all of her lean, toned muscles to work, her mouth following the journey her hands made, licking and kissing every section of stupendous shaft she could. Precum poured down Christie's member and the sorority Sister's back in voluminous rivulets, coating them both in her slimy runoff.

What occurred between her and the redhead next passed by in a flash, Christie not remembering the first person she slept with in college as well as she had claimed - probably a side-effect of the alcohol she'd consumed right before! It was a whirlwind of sexual worship and undressing, ending with her hunched over the redhead, furiously fucking into her in the missionary position, the bed creaking loudly under them; the athlete howled and climaxed over and over again on just half of Christie's enormous cock, her cunt squirting with each brutal thrust made into her. Christie definitely proved that the rumors were true!

What happened after that, however, Christie remembered very well.

There was a squeal that came from behind her, announcing the presence of someone else in the room and momentarily interrupting her womb-wrecking; and as it turned out, it was more than just a single person. Looking over her shoulder, Christie saw that a whole group of sorority girls were watching her fuck their Sister, undoubtedly coming to check up on the redhead when they heard her climactic screams. This didn't stop Christie though, and if anything it made her fuck her partner harder , the fact that she had an audience igniting her arousal to a level she'd never felt before. It didn't help that several of the onlookers were clearly playing with themselves, getting off to the pornographic show in front of them, multiple pairs of hands tucked into the waistband of jeans and shorts.

Like she was putting on a show, Christie had gone into overdrive at the moment, using the redhead's body for all it was worth. With both hands on her partner's waist, she'd used her to jack herself off, pounding into her as she juggled her curvy body up and down on her rod, not even seeing her as a human being anymore. Her massively engorged balls battered the front of the bed over and over again, audibly churning with her coming load, drooping down farther down her legs. Christie had checked up on the girls watching her again, smirking as they watched their friend get fucked into an sloppy mess, staring at the sorority Sister's gaped, brutalized cunt and the immense rodding ruining it, several even just content to check out Christie in all of her powerful, muscular glory.

She recalled that she came with a roar, bloating the redhead's womb until it was almost as big as she was, only pulling out and hosing her down with the rest of her streams when the young woman looked like she'd pop - well, hosing her and the rest of the room down. Her orgasms were far too voluminous for a single person to contain it all, and so when Christie inevitably had to pull out of the sorority Sister, she blasted her cum all over the bedroom she was in; the bed, the picture-covered walls, the floor were all saturated with her seed by the time her lengthy climax finally finished. And when she had calmed down, she turned around to find many willing participants gawking at her, all of her admirers eager for their own turn.

Cum still dripped in huge, melon-fat drops from the end of her still-erect member, her piss slit yawning into a gigantic cavern that could easily be french-kissed. She'd casually jerked herself, her eyes roaming over the gawking group, picking out her next conquest - which was proving to be difficult. There'd been just so many delectable choices! And, after a few minutes of mostly silent decision-making – the unconscious gurgling of the redhead behind her still emanating through the cum-wrecked room – Christie recalled realizing that she didn't need to limit herself with just one. She could have all of them!

Which led her to the main event, the reason there were so many tally marks on the first page of her diary.

The rest of the ladies had quickly cleared the party early, pushing everyone except those who'd be joining in the coming orgy out of the door - and there were quite a few young women who wanted a piece of the muscular futanari! Driven by her powerful libido and overwhelming desire to satiate her lust, Christie had ordered all of the girls to get naked and bend over in front of her, taking command of the situation like it was the most natural thing in the world for her; they'd all quickly agreed, of course, and that was how she ended up standing in front of a buffet of asses of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. All waiting for her to bless them with her holy rod!

"Fuck yeah, if this is what college is like I could get used to this!" Christie specifically remembered snarling as she plunged her oversized member into the first cunt in line, drawing a pleasure-induced scream from the girl, "Gonna have a lot of fun with so many fucking sluts around!"

Christie wasn't sure where this domineering attitude came from, but she wasn't about to protest this new feeling of power coursing through her. Slapping her huge hands down on the dark-skinned backside jiggling in front of her, Christie'd pumped her hips into the stranger's welcoming pussy, glancing down the row of girls waiting; each of them were ogling the cunt-ruining of their friend, all of them watching with a hand hidden between their legs. Smirking, Christie fucked the fat-assed sorority Sister in front of her, railing her as swiftly as she could, not bothering to take her time with the knowledge that so many others were waiting for their own chance with her. There was a fun night in store for her!

Tightly gripped by the young woman's cunt, Christie plowed her for minutes on end, turning the nameless individual into another brainless slave for her to call upon in the future. The black girl had moaned and screamed as her insides were rearranged by the ultra-hung futanari, her pussy dousing the floor under them with its constant squirts, her legs shining from her own moisture; Christie's own cum had added to it, spritzes of soupy semen spilling from her sex, stray strands connecting their bodies. Christie had reveled in being able to use the sorority slut to her heart's content, slapping her rotund, jiggling ass back and forth - at least when she wasn't using her curly black locks as reins to thrust harder into her with. Euphoric exclamations filled the huge house, as many coming from the waiting ladies pleading to be next as the one currently being roughly taken.

After numerous minutes of fucking the black girl in front of her into a dripping, gasping wreck – Christie holding her up once her legs inevitably gave out – she came, ballooning the nameless woman with gallons of her seed. Like with the redhead, she pulled out when the sorority Sister's stomach sagged all the way to the floor and flattened against the carpet, having then proceeded to cover her head to toe with her virile expulsions, doing her best not to hit any of the other ladies lined up next to her yet ; she unloaded all over the living room of the large house as well, painting it in her personal essence, filling the entire home with her heady musk. Several of the other college-attendees moaned just watching her unbridled potency.

As soon as she was done, she dropped the first girl unceremoniously and stepped down the row to the second Sister.

An Asian girl this time, she was absolutely tiny compared to Christie's mountainous figure, her body tight and slim; but, despite the size disparity between them, she'd still gotten fucked all the same! After managing to cram her cockhead into the petite slit between the party-goer's thin legs, Christie'd hammered into her without concern, pushing her other organs out of the way as she drilled through her cervix and tore into her womb, a long, tubular distension running from her stomach to her neck; Christie hadn't even needed to lift the woman up with her hands, her cock powerful enough to do it all on its own . Putting her in a full-nelson hold, Christie pistoned into her like an unstoppable machine until she orgasmed, doubling the sorority Sister's weight with her first lengthy stream of cum.

This was how the rest of the night – and morning – continued.

Christie had fucked the sluts one by one, plowing her tremendous tool into pussy after pussy until every woman there had passed out from an overload of life-altering orgasms, leaving them collapsed next to each other, obese with her cum, plastered inside and out. By the time she reached the end of the line the first of the sorority Sisters she'd already had her way with began to stir - so she simply restarted with the first one, taking the African-American woman again after helping her vacate her womb of dense futa cum. When she finally finished and the Sun was shining in the sky, there wasn't a single unbusted cervix or unbloated belly in the house. Except hers, of course.

The nearly half a day of nonstop fucking had ended with Christie sitting on a semen-soaked couch, bouncing a chubby girl with dyed-blue hair on her lap; she was the last of the sorority Sisters still conscious, and the one that she had ended up fucking the most. She was almost just as insatiable as Christie was! Her energy seemed to be near limitless and she recovered faster than the others, getting back in line when one still existed, or using her soft, pillowy body to pleasure Christie's figure when there were only a few remaining, conscious women left. But now it looked like she was reaching her own threshold for sexual pleasure, her limbs limp as they were shaken up and down.

Luckily for her, Christie was nearing the end of her own superhuman arousal as well.

Not that she had wanted to stop, but the hours upon hours of constant, unending sex of which she was always the most active participant in were catching up to her. She was tired, both physically and mentally, having missed out on an entire night of sleep in the name of reaching more orgasms; and unlike in the present, she wasn't quite used to fucking for so long without pause. That hadn't stopped her from using the chubby whore she was currently pistoning up into one last time, the plush squishiness of the pale girl's body a welcome contrast against her hardened, bulky form; she also wasn't about to let any of the sorority girl's beat her at this contest of carnal prowess!

Her breathing having grown labored, Christie remembered she had to force her muscles not to give out, a burning ache numbing her arms. She railed up into the chubby girl while slamming her back down onto her cock at same time, moaning between vicious grunts; she'd made a mental note that if she was going to come back for any of the Sister's that lived here, it would be this one! The blue-haired slut's enormous, sagging breasts flopped up and down as she was tossed about, her ass fat enough to nearly plop onto Christie's thighs despite the distance of dick she couldn't take separating them by over a foot of space. And her cunt! Christie drooled a bit in the present when she remembered how fat and accommodating it was, possessing the perfect tightness for her gigantic growth.

Plowing the majority of her member into the plump slut, Christie had fired off a last orgasm into her, her balls – which had filled enough that they sagged to the floor – finally emptying. She pumped and pumped and pumped into the pudgy woman, forcing her larger figure to expand , until she went from a comforting, lovely rotund shape to positively spherical . Making the woman as swollen as the rest of the fallen females were, Christie had tossed her onto the couch next to her, letting the rest of her multi-minute climax to spray wherever it chose. Standing up and stretching, she observed the aftermath of the twelve-hour orgy.

She couldn't believe what she saw!

All around her were strewn, limp bodies, each and everyone one of the sorority Sister's eyes rolled into the back of their heads and possessing satisfied, stupid smiles on their faces - at least as far as Christie could tell. There wasn't a single one of them that wasn't wearing her sperm and she could scarcely tell one from another with the masks of cum covering their countenances and figures. Her own semen dripped from the walls and ceilings, the living room redecorated in splatters of her virility, the flood of her countless, slimy explosions flowing into the adjacent rooms. A table had been broken sometime during the fuckfest, and a quick glance let Christie know the couch wasn't fairing much better. Fuck, what a night!

Christie had then gone back to the redhead's room – who had rejoined the party at some point – and gathered her clothes, dressing again before leaving the sorority house. She got into her too-small car and drove back to her parent's home with a wide smile on her face, her balls noticeably not gnawing at her for release, a pep in her step as she left a scene of sexual carnage behind her. Empowered by newfound confidence in her sexual abilities, it was then that Christie decided to keep a catalog of her conquests - something she'd start after a well-deserved rest. If that was how things had gone before the semester even began , she was excited to experience the rest of what college had to offer!

And that was the tale of her first – of many – sexual experiences in college.

…

"...And yeah, that's – oh fuck yes – that's the story of when I fucked a whole sorority!" Christie panted, having trouble focusing on what she was saying, "It was certainly a hell of a first college experience, let me tell you! It's – mmmm – what led me to creating the diary in the first place."

"God, you're amazing!" John moaned, kissing up and down his wife's neck, his hands running across her abdomen. It was weird to hear himself say those words considering not too long ago he found Christie's unnatural sexual abilities and unfathomable number of partners horrifying - but now he knew better! Now he understood that what his futanari-lover was capable of was actually hot , and the fact that she'd given up so much to be with him made his heart flutter in appreciation whenever he thought about it - and to think, all it took was finally letting her fuck him for him to finally appreciate it!

"Thanks baby, I'm glad you think so!"

"I do! Now come here."

John sat up and leaned over, kissing his wife passionately.

Her retelling of her sorority tale had, predictably, aroused both of them. While she was regaling him with lurid imagery of all the different girls she'd fucked that day, John began to touch her, unable to help himself. He pulled off her tight shirt – the rips on its sleeve growing – and put his mouth to work on her body like he was trying to distract her from the task at hand; she didn't mind at all, and with her free hand removed his top, baring his toned torso, her other still holding her diary. John had basically wrapped himself around her, mauling her huge tits with his fingers and soaking her chest and neck in his saliva, Christie's story-telling becoming intermingled with needy moans .

From recalling all the things she'd done before her first semester even started , and John's skillful teasing, Christie's shorts had begun to tighten around her gigantic junk, her husband's pair already tenting with his own erection. Without pausing her vocal recollection, she'd slid them off her hips to her ankles, freeing her expanding serpent and letting it flop between her legs; it shot out past her knees immediately, a frothing bubble of dense precum instantly forming at its tip. Likewise, her enormous balls had tumbled free, but not before they were momentarily snagged by the waistband of her shorts, and, after becoming untwisted, had slingshotted against the front of the couch, causing the whole thing to jump under the married couple.

She had John stripped of his remaining clothing not long after.

That's where they were now. Making out furiously, Christie's thick tongue battering John's around. Her huge mitt wrapped around his above-average-for-a-man cock, stroking it slowly as he humped against the side of her steel-tough abs, leaking a slimy trail of glistening pre across her eight-count slab of tight muscles; if it wasn't for her diary occupying her other paw, Christie would have been groping her husband's tight butt with it instead! His own hands held her cheek and pinched at her nipples, her mammoth log of artery-etched meat just out of sight, its presence looming at the edge of his peripherals.

Unpausing in his lip-locking, John swung his leg so that he was straddling his partner, his ass resting against the base of her growing, fleshy pillar. Humping into the crack of his rear, Christie released her husband's member – which was now poking at the bottom of her cleavage – and firmly pressed down on his lower back, making him shimmy against her, mashing their bodies together. Occasionally Christie had to depart from their kiss in order to moan and throw her head back in euphoria, her cock quickly rising behind John and pointing towards the ceiling; when it did erect fully it curved along the length of John's spine, arching over his mess of brown locks and casting a shadow the couple's intertwined faces.

"S-So, what other stories do you have?" John panted into his wife's ear as he grinded against her, cradling her blonde mane in his hands, "I wouldn't mind hearing more!"

Christie groaned.

"Let me, um, check." She mumbled between nibbles on John's neck, marking his skin with red-and-purple splotches. Reluctantly, John pulled away from her, blushing and sweaty; as he did he found himself almost instantly blocked from moving back any further by a pulsating, powerful obstacle - Christie's cock! He couldn't help but moan as he felt the sheer, burning enormity of it bear down on his figure, the uncountable, gigantic veins marbling its monolithic form scratching against his back. Before Christie had a chance to bring her diary back to her face, she grunted and thrusted against her husband's body, her titanic tip spraying the wall behind them with several strands of precum more copious and dense than one of John's full loads.

"Okay, uh," Christie bit her lip and turned a page, lurid memories flooding through her brain with each set of tallies her eyes scanned across, "no, not that one. No, no n– ah! How about my freshman year roommate!?"

"Jennifer, wasn't it? I think I met her once when I came by your dorm so we could study in the library, and erm, I-I think you mentioned her, that uh… that one time."

Christie squinted at him before her eyes jolted open!

"Oh God damnit, I'm sorry honey." She apologized, stroking his chin with her index finger, her carnal expression faltering, "I forgot all about that. Fuck, I'm still really sorry about the way I acted then!"

"Chris, it's okay!" John reassured her, kissing her forehead, "That's in the past now. I know now how you were feeling when all of that went down. We're better now, aren't we?"

She nodded back solemnly.

"Hey," he pressed his forehead against hers, "I love you."

"I love you too, John."

He lifted her head so she was looking straight at him.

"Want to tell me about your roommate now?"

"Y-You still want me to? I didn't think you'd still be in the mood."

"Chris, I think we're both still in the mood!" He joked, indicating down to his own member still laying erect against Christie's stomach before doing the same to her precum-glistening glans above them, "Unless you want to stop, which is perfectly fine, baby."

"No, I'm definitely enjoying this! Now where to begin…"

"Didn't you say you fucked her like, a lot !? I'm surprised she isn't half of your diary by herself!"

"Oh she is, at least until she dropped out." Christie paused and once more looked fornonly past John, "I still feel bad about that, It was just so hard to control myself back then. Despite what I said before I didn't mean the cruel things I told you - I was just in an angry mood."

"I know honey, but you're better about that now!" He reassured her with several more smooches on the face, "You couldn't have known about the effect you had on people yet. You were young and immature - I think anyone with your, erm, capabilities would have done the same thing in that situation! So try not to worry about it - hindsight is twenty-twenty or whatever they say."

"You always know how to make me feel better." She smiled warmly at him, "Alright, how about I start with the first time on the first day of the semester, before classes actually started?"

"First day!? God, you move fast !"

"It wasn't entirely my fault, you'll see!" Christie paused and cleared her throat, "Alright, so like I said it was right at the start of…"

As she began her second yarn-spinning, John – paying attention all the while – clambered off of her lap back to his original position next to her on the couch, Christie's hand once more jerking his cock. Deciding to see just how much he could distract his wife again, he reached over and grabbed her colossus, immediately making her stutter and moan - oh this was going to be easy ! Stroking her, he leaned over and planted his lips on the closest section of her shaft to him and ran his tongue down the side of it, sucking in whatever of her member would fit into his mouth; he could hear Christie's breathing grow labored once more, letting him know his efforts were bearing fruit!

Pressing his fingers into her tree trunk of an appendage, John ran them over the swathes of throbbing veins covering it, massaging them as they beat against his hands; this was enough to cause him to moan, the visible indicators of his wife's arousal flushing his entire body. At the same time he suckled on the tough flesh of her bestial pole, not bothering to try and actually blow it - she was bordered on being too huge for that soft ! That didn't stop him from attempt the same thing with the rest of her cock, even situating his lips on the underside of her shaft to get at her arm-thick – one of her arms – urethra, practically nursing on the massive cum tunnel, his mouth nearly pushed off whenever a turgid heap of precum raced up its length.

John found himself having to sit up just to reach the top of her soaring spire, the couch sagging under Christie's bulky, solid weight allowing him to come eye-to-eye with her reddened tip. Like he was oft to do these days, he tongued the area under her flared glans, scooping up the fresh sperm leaking down her tremendous shaft and the old remnants caked onto its expanse. He wondered if her cock was ever truly clean! But even if it wasn't, John was happy to do it himself, drinking in her oddly saccharine ambrosia like it truly was the nectar of the Gods, letting its slimy heat settle in his stomach. Christie stammered through her story next to him, her eyes constantly torn away from her diary to watch him do everything in his power to please her.

He listened to her memory-recital as he worshiped her grandiose obelisk…

…

Like Christie had said, it was technically the first day of school.

She was all moved into her small dorm – which felt even smaller with her mighty presence inside of it – and had been casually chatting with her roommate for the year, Jennifer, as they both put away their belongings. Though she only lived an hour away from the University she didn't want to have to deal with the five-day-a-week commute, and instead decided to live on campus, also wanting to experience everything being in college had to offer; though now that she was here, she was more nervous about her choice than she'd expected. Her bed was tiny for a person of her size, and she was going to have to share the communal bathrooms and living spaces with regular women, separate dorms for futanari non-existent pretty much everywhere .

Trying not to let her doubts get to her, Christie attempted to focus on the good things about living away from home. The biggest benefit was that there wouldn't be any parents chastising her about her decisions - they'd scolded her for like an hour when she came back from that sorority party! It didn't help that she didn't have a real excuse for why she'd been gone for so long either; it's not like she could tell them about the orgy! So the newfound freedom was very welcome, even if it came with its own concerns, one of which being the women she shared the building with, especially the one that also occupied her dorm room.

Jennifer.

Curvy. Blonde. Short. Christie couldn't imagine a worse roommate to have to live with! It wasn't that Jennifer was mean or stuck up or anything - quite the opposite. She was really nice and bubbly right off the bat, if not a bit airheaded; no, it was because she was so fucking hot ! Tits that looked nearly as large Christie's own stretched her dark blue t-shirt until it was nearly sheer , her black bra visible under it, the mounds appearing even more gigantic on her shorter frame. She was like a foot and a half shorter than Christie was! Furthering her allure was an equally fat ass that ate up the back of her tiny fuckin' shorts, the bottoms of her cheeks practically spilling out of the cut-off leg holes. And she was really beautiful on top of it all!

Unsure of which deity she pissed off – or made incredibly happy – to have been given such a bombshell of a roommate, Christie had an obvious dilemma in front of her: did she tell Jennifer about her secret right away, or wait for her to learn about it naturally? On one hand it might make things awkward between them before they even got to know each other, but on the other it was better for her to find out now rather than later - especially if 'later' involved her walking in on Christie changing or something. Christie bit her lip as she listened to Jennifer prattle on about seemingly anything that came to her mind while putting away her clothes, still trying to make up her mind before the whole thing got away from her.

Screw it, she might as well get it over with now!

"Hey Jennifer," Christie turned and looked down at her roommate, cutting her off from whatever the hell she was talking about, "sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to talk to you about something."

Jennifer spun around and smiled up at her towering roommate.

"Oh? What is it, Christie?"

It took a moment for Christie to find her voice. Why did Jennifer have to be so damn sexy!? Even though the rest of her had stopped moving, her shirt-straining bust wobbled for several more seconds like they were trying to catch up to the rest of her, drawing Christie's eyes straight to them; her top was actually lifted up from how fucking huge her tits were, her slim, tanned midriff bared. Her vision was filled by Jennifer's voluptuous figure, her ass visible from the front, her surprisingly-long legs bronzed and toned - Christie wondered if she'd played a sport in high school. Taking a deep breath, the gigantic futanari spoke.

"Uh, you see, even though I'm in the girl's dorm, I'm not really a girl."

Jennifer cocked her head.

"I like, don't understand," Jennifer's pouty lips twisted into a confused frown, "what do you mean you're not a girl? You don't look like a guy or anything."

"I'm a futanari." It had always been a word that was difficult for Christie to say, but whenever she did she found it got a little easier each time, "So I have both parts, male and female. The administration knows this but they don't have futanari dorms, obviously, so they put me here. I guess because I don't at least look like a man, as you put it."

She exhaled loudly, happy to get that off of her chest.

"Futanari? I think I've heard about them before - like I'm pretty sure I have!"

Christie remembered Jennifer being pretty proud of herself for that.

"So you like, have a dick and a pussy?"

Christie cringed - was everyone here this unfiltered!?

"Y-Yeah, you got it. I just wanted to tell you so you didn't freak out if you walked in on me changing or whatever. Hope you're not weirded out or anything by, erm, me ."

"Like, not at all! I've seen plenty of dicks and stuff," Jennifer paused and blushed at her possibly too eager announcement, "um, I mean like, they don't bother me. It's nothing I haven't seen before!"

"Great, that's really awesome to hear!" Christie smiled genuinely at her, relieved, "It's cool you're so accepting - not everyone is nice to people like me."

"Totally! And ugh, I know. Bigots are the worst ! Like, why can't you just let people do whatever they want? It's not hurting you!"

"Exactly!"

Both of the eighteen-year old's laughed together.

"If you don't mind, I actually want to change right now." Christie grabbed at her dress, showing Jennifer what she meant, "My parents made me wear this stupid thing so that I would look like a proper young lady for my first day."

While not quite as 'proper' as her mom and dad might have wanted, the dress was about as figure-hiding as anything that could actually fit Christie's muscular, door-frame high physique could be. It was long – as all of her dresses had to be – and black, the frills at the bottom brushing her ankles - something her parents had to get custom tailored to accomplish. The sleeves were billowy enough to almost hide her biceps and they reached her elbows, allowing only her enormous forearms to be shown off; similarly, the neckline of the garment covered her chest up to her actual neck, though her tits still formed two rounded protrusions in the fabric. She felt like a damn Nun wearing this thing!

"That's like, totally fine! And I think the dress looks cute on you! But also, like, I understand - my mom was always trying to get me to cover myself up!"

"Cool, thanks."

Turning back around, Christie rifled through one of the boxes containing the clothes she'd chosen to bring with her to college - but first she peeked over her shoulder, curious to see if Jennifer was watching her. To her relief she wasn't , and the blonde had already gone back to putting away her own stuff, humming to herself. Feeling like a normal girl – even if she wasn't one – for the first time in her life, Christie stripped off the constricting dress and tossed it on the floor, having zero plans to ever wear it again. In nothing but a large white bra that's straps struggled to maintain a hold on her incredible musculature and huge chest, she dug through her skirts and dresses and such until she found something comfortable to put on.

Pulling out a XXXL, flower-patterned yellow blouse and a matching long skirt, Christie draped them across her bedspread before putting them on - first she had to get this pesky bra off! Reaching behind her back, her muscles popping out everywhere they could, she deftly undid the hooks on it, groaning in relief as it fell down her shoulders. Tossing the undergarment on her bed next to her chosen outfit, Christie stretched, happy to not be so restricted . There really wasn't anything like being naked for a futanari like her! Forgetting where she was, Christie scratched at her sagging, ginormous junk; thank God they didn't make underwear for her sex! She couldn't imagine trying to fit her huge cock – let alone her massive balls – into a pair of panties, the thought making her chuckle.

Her mirth was quickly cut off by a gasp from behind her.

"Jennifer?" Christie glanced over her shoulder at her roommate, "Is something the matter?"

What Christie saw made her cheeks turn scarlet.

Squeezing a bunched, black thong tightly between her fingers, Jennifer was openly gaping at Christie, her green eyes zeroed-in on the area between the futa's thighs; Christie attempted to follow her gaze, before the obviousness of what her roommate was staring at hit her. It was her genitalia, of course! In her naturally spread-leg stance, her titanic cock and corpulent balls dangled against her knees, on full display, gigantic even in their flaccid state. Their pendulus sway had clearly hypnotized the young blonde behind her! Embarrassed by Jennifer's reaction, Christie slammed her legs shut, still staring back roommate, waiting for a response.

"Y-Y-You have a dick! And a sack!" Jeniffer blurted, her countenance taking on the same hue as Christie's, "I-I didn't know that you, that they–"

"What? We just talked about this, didn't we?"

"You didn't tell me you were like, so fucking hung !"

It was Christie's turn to cock her head.

"Oh yeah, sorry. You said you'd heard about futanari, so I figured you knew about that part."

"I, I had no idea! Are all futanari a-as big as you are!?"

"I… I don't know actually, never met another one before."

"Holy shit…" Jennifer's gaze darting around the rest of her roommate's nude, statuesque figure, "You're like, fucking huge all over! I-I…"

"Are you, uh, gonna be alright, Jennifer?" Christie asked, slightly concerned about where this was all going, "Do I need to–"

"I want to see it again!"

Caught off guard by her roommate's behavior, Christie actually recoiled slightly at the blonde's half-yelled request. As young as she was, still just a teenager fresh out of high school, Christie had none of the confidence she did in the present day - though that would come soon enough! When she was at the sorority party only a few days prior, the way she'd acted then was not how she usually did; it didn't matter that it had ended up in a twelve-hour orgy, she still wasn't one-hundred percent sure of her own sexual prowess or abilities, and this kind of reaction Jennifer was directing her way was still very new to her. She hesitated and looked away from the busty girl, her legs still squeezed together.

"You do?" Doubts of whether the night at the sorority house were a fluke or not entered her mind, "You actually want to see it again?"

"Yes, please Christie. Like, I have to see it one more time! Just to, um, like make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me or anything."

"I mean, you probably will 'cause we live together and everything, does it have to b–"

"YES! I won't ask again, I promise."

"A-Alright," Christie responded shyly, though she could feel a different emotion brewing inside of her, her previous concerns slowly dissipating, "I'll show it to you."

Without having anything to imbibe on and imbue her with intoxication-fueled conviction, Christie was hesitant to turn around. She inhaled deeply and steadied herself, her ears perking up at the sounds of Jennifer panting loudly behind her. Was her roommate already… already aroused by the sight of her genitalia!? Christie knew she wouldn't find out unless she acquiesced to the blonde's whim, and, after closing her eyes, she slowly rotated to face Jennifer, unable to look at her yet; after several pregnant moments of silence, Christie peeped at the woman standing across the small dorm room from her.

The first thing Christie recalled noticing was that a strand of saliva was hanging from Jennifer's plump lips, running down her chin and dangling off her face. Second was the blonde's eyes - they were half-lidded but darting around rapidly like they couldn't see all of Christie's genitalia at once. Lastly, and most prominently , was her memory of Jennifer's nipples sticking out through her bra and shirt, the thumb-sized protuberances practically piercing the layers of fabric in order to stand at attention; right below her heaving breasts she still clutched the thong she'd been putting away, her knuckles white from how tightly she gripped it.

Oh yeah, she also remembered that same change in her attitude from before taking over!

"What's the matter?" Christie suddenly relaxed and reached down to grab her flaccid member, hefting it up towards the blonde's distant features, "I thought you had seen plenty of dicks before?"

"H-How!?" Jennifer gasped, ignoring Christie's questions, the rope of spittle flinging from her lips onto the floor in between them, "How is it like so, so fucking big !? How are you this huge?"

"Just lucky I guess!"

Christie chuckled and shook her cock back and forth.

"Now, are we done here? Or did you have something else in mind?"

"I-I-I–"

"Come here, I think we both know what you really wanted!"

Jennifer looked up at Christie's face, gulped, and then nodded. Mindlessly, she trudged forward until her face was only inches away from the thick cock crown – due to their height difference, Christie's cock was level with her face while they were both standing . At this point in the story, Christie remembered that her body moved on its own like she had lost complete control over herself, and she shot her arm out to palm the top of Jennifer's skull, her massive hand nearly able to hold onto all of it at once. She immediately yanked the blonde forward and smashed her glans against her pouty lips, Jennifer opening them in an attempt to take the end of her roommate's member into her mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck my fucking dick!"

Jennifer certainly tried .

It had taken her only a few seconds to begin coughing and gagging on Christie's enormous meat, her glans alone filling up Jennifer's mouth, her cheeks bulging around the flared ridge. She didn't make the blonde go any deeper, having held her still instead, letting her suckle on the tip of her cock; Christie's member had immediately began to harden, distorting Jennifer's face into something perversely horrific. The sound the blonde's throat had made as it was stretched and scratched by the terrible cock was akin to someone dropping stones in a lake, the sloppy liquid splatters mixed with muffled retching. Christie told John she had held Jennifer there for as long as possible, only pulling out when it looked like her roommate's jaw was going to break - but that wasn't the end of their first, sexual meeting. Not by a long shot!

She'd torn off Jennifer's shirt and bra next, ripping them right down the middle with her immense, immaculate strength, freeing her incredible tanned globes; without wasting any time, Christie'd jammed her half-erect shaft right in between them and began to fuck them hard. Jennifer wasn't lying when she said she was no stranger to dicks – though she clearly hadn't ever handled one as large as the futa's – and had begun licking and shimmying her tits up and down the massive mega-member, doing everything she could to please her ultra-hung roommate. As young as she'd been at the time, it took only a few minutes for Christie to reach her apex of size, her towering, terror-striking length nearly bridging the distance between their beds, Jennifer having been forced to sit to continue her ministrations.

Cock-and-testicle refuse had sprayed across Jennifer countenance as she attempted to work the oversized endowment, gooey streaks of white masking her sexy features in a demeaning manner, making her look like nothing but a street-walking whore . Her face hadn't been the only place to get layered with bubbling ball froth either, streams and splatters of pearly sludge that cascaded from the gaping slot on Christie's glans - her body did too . Those huge heaving breasts had been splashed with torrents of what was only Christie's pre , long ropes dangling off her fat nipples like piercings, her flat stomach streaked with futanari virility.

That's when everything had changed between them.

With the same force she used in destroying Jennifer's top, Christie had removed her roommate's shorts as well until – and Christie licked her lips when she told John about this part – she was in nothing but a miniscule pink thong. The thin, slutty garment hugged Jennifer's hips tightly and cut right between her engorged, bright red labia, her lower lips already throbbing with arousal; they'd been soaked by that point as well, droplets of arousal-formed moisture clinging to her inner thighs and hairless mound. Christie hadn't even needed to pull them off, Jennifer beating her to it and yanking them to the side, baring her yawning, eager slit as swiftly as she could, spreading her legs to give Christie all the access to her sex as she could possibly want.

Mounting her like she had the redhead from a few nights previously, Christie took her without any warm-up or further foreplay; she recalled that when Jennifer had screeched from being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully, there was a moment where Christie'd been worried that someone might come and check up on them. If they did, she just figured it would go like the sorority party had! The small dorm-furnished bed rocked and groaned under the power of Christie's thrusts, obviously having not been made to withstand such weight or sheer, brute force . Jennifer had launched into a series of orgasms the moment Christie entered her, ones that didn't and wouldn't stop until they were done.

All of Christie's plans for the day had gone out of the door at that moment. Originally she wanted to check out the dining hall and sign up for the campus gym, but that could wait - she had something much more important to attend to now! Jennifer's split lower lips had hugged her battering bludgeon like a sword's sheath, some of her pink, inner-folds coming out with every extraction of Christie's cock before being shoved back in to rejoin her horribly gaped, distended canal. Her balls viciously rammed into the bed and mattress with each punishing piston she had made into the blonde slut, rivers of pussy juice and sperm flowing down them.

Christie realized, upon thinking back to that first tryst with her roommate, that that was the first time she noticed how much people changed when she fucked them. How they seemed to lose their minds and beg and scream and cry for more – at least for as long as they were still able to speak – their bodies just came over and over again under her. And, as was obvious now , Christie loved it - she practically bathed in the feeling of overwhelming others like it was what she was born to do; and the more people she had sex with, with the same results, the more she became convinced that it was all true .

Domination and ecstasy were as natural as breathing for her!

She'd fucked Jennifer in that position for minutes on end, pounding into her until the outline of her cock rose past the blonde's face, and she appeared to be more dick than person, her skin awfully stretched around Christie's member. Her surprisingly perky , gigantic tits bounced up and down across her torso, slapping herself in the face – something Christie let John know was ridiculously hot to see – her breasts as wrapped around the cock inside of her as her cunt had been. Jennifer's pussy had continued to gush and squirt its arousal onto Christie until the futa was soaked in her sexual secretions, her bulging abs glistening with a sheet of feminine juices.

Eventually Christie had orgasmed herself, and when she did it was as explosive as every orgasm she'd ever had was! Jennifer's belly had popped into the air when Christie unloaded inside of her, near-bursting with seed after less than a minute's time; simultaneously rivers of cum poured from the corners of her taut, bruised labia, her bed quickly becoming slathered in the potent ball brew. When Christie pulled out of her with a sickening schlorp , she aimed her bucking, bestial bitch breaker in Jennifer's direction and swiftly made her outsides resemble her insides, piling steaming progeny across her curvaceous figure until she was glued to her sheets.

Only having given Jennifer a few moments to collect herself, Christie – as she recalled fondly – told her roommate that they weren't done yet, which had caused the buxom blonde's eyes to roll back into her head and spray more of her feminine fluids onto the semen-dyed bed. She'd taken Jennifer's debased-reaction as all the encouragement she needed to restart their coitus, and she grabbed the busty teens fat ass in her massive mitts and hauled her into the air; Jennifer had barely reacted to her sudden airborne-state, only giving any indication that she was even still awake when Christie dropped her back onto her cock, plunging her more than halfway down her pants-shredding length in a single, fluid motion.

For what had to have been over six hours they had sex, Christie taking her in every position she could think of, able to focus on sexual experimentation now that she wasn't in the middle of an orgy; Jennifer had put up zero resistance, allowing her massive futanari roommate to do what she pleased with her. She remembered being impressed with Jennifer's stamina - she lasted a lot longer than any of the sorority girls had! With every orgasm Christie had had she repeated the same process of horribly distending her roommate's torso with cum before painting everything in her path with her progeny; Christie did make sure – with the one part of her brain still thinking of something other than sex – to keep it all to Jennifer's side of the room.

She didn't want to fuck up hers on the first day of the semester after all!

By the time she'd finished – or, more accurately, when Jennifer was finished – the blonde was a constantly-climaxing, cum-covered, semen-swollen mess . She'd taken her roommate in all manner of ways, fucking her on and over her bed until the legs gave out and the mattress was marred with a deep imprint of their entangled figures. Christie still possessed the kindness at that time to move most of Jennifer's belongings out of the way as they fucked, tossing her boxes and scattered outfits to the opposite end of the room whenever she could; she felt like it was the least she could do for her new fuckbuddy! That didn't stop from otherwise wrecking that half of the dorm, however.

Inflating and deflating the busty blonde over and over again had been a given, Jennifer only able to take so much cum inside of her at once; the waterfall of seed that poured from her gigantically-gaped cunt whenever Christie had pulled out had literally flooded the floor, and, as Christie would learn later, seeped into the buildings hallway, which just built up her budding, sexual reputation even further . The walls and ceiling had been layered with her sperm as well – still mostly on Jennifer's half of the room – until it looked like someone had thrown buckets of glue all over the dorm. Christie had chuckled when she'd told John that part, after moaning from what he was doing to her!

When Jennifer was down and out for the count, Christie had sat on her own bed to catch her breath and wait for her erection to flag. Her roommate had been left totally unconscious, her ass sticking up in the air, the ripped remnants of her pink thong plastered to her thigh under layers of ball brew, laying on hands and knees and her own massively cum-ballooned stomach atop the shattered remains of her bed; while Christie felt a bit bad for destroying it, she had already understood that they would probably be sharing her bed for the rest of the year. She'd gotten dressed after that and, though the Moon was shining in the darkened sky now, left the dorm and went about her night, grabbing a lot to eat at the cafeteria to refuel herself, and checking out the gym, having been eager to build up her musculature to a further, more ludicrous degree than it already was.

But her tale didn't end there!

For both her and John's lurid benefit, she continued on, telling him about what life was like with Jennifer after that. The blonde had become her favorite, always-ready-and-willing outlet for her lust, and Christie'd taken full advantage of that fact. She practically fucked Jennifer whenever she could! When she first woke up, between classes, after doing homework, before she went to bed and during many other moments - just like she'd told John that night with Raven. Though there was a bit more regret in Christie's voice this time around when she talked about it. With how often Jennifer was engorged with her seed or passed out from untold amounts of pleasure the constant sex brought her, it was difficult for her to do anything else. Including being a student.

Half the time that Christie had woken up her freshman year, Jennifer would already be between her legs under the blankets, spit shining her cock and balls, prepping her for the first fuck of the morning - and Lord would Christie fuck her! Barely awake herself, she would pounce on the blonde, taking her right then and there, making her scream with pleasure in a moment's notice; this became like an unofficial alarm for the other women they shared the building with, Jennifer's howls of pleasure reverberating through every dorm. By the time Christie was in her second semester, it wasn't uncommon for neighboring girls to wander into their room and join in, if they hadn't already been passed out on the floor from the night before!

Even after Christie had fucked her roommate with her uncompromising morning wood she still wasn't finished her; at this point Christie had to get ready for classes, and in the process would just throw Jennifer over her shoulder before heading to the showers. More sex ensued there, the steam from the showerheads making them – and anyone else who followed them into the bathrooms – hotter , the scalding water soaking into their skin as they washed off the previous day's excess during their carnal entanglement. As became routine, there were many other women Christie would use as well to try and give her ridiculous ramrod some amount of satisfaction, the stalls filled with more cum than water by the time she left. It took the administration ages to figure out exactly what was clogging the drains!

When Christie had an adequately long break between classes – and when she wasn't cum-inflating someone somewhere else – she would make a beeline back to her dorm, knowing Jennifer was waiting for her to return. This was standard procedure for whenever Christie had some time to herself - whether it was after eating or working out at the gym, she'd always return to use her busty blonde roommate. There were even times when she did her homework and reading while still inside of Jennifer, finding the grip her cunt had on her enormous, throbbing shaft, something like a massage that helped her relax and concentrate. She got amazing grades that year!

That was just what life was like for them for those months!

Like John had reassured her was the truth, Christie didn't realize back then just how strong of an affect she had on others when she fucked them. She hadn't quite understood that by having so much sex with just one person, that that one person could scarcely live their life - it's why she chose to have so many different partners in the future! Back then Christie was just happy to have someone that she could let loose on whenever she wanted to! During the times she'd plowed Jennifer in the showers and dicked her down while the blonde was bent over her own desk, she'd forgotten that Jennifer was a human being and not just a toy; it was difficult for her to do so when her libido took over, and she changed into a sexual monster

As Jennifer was the only one of her numerous partners to end up the way she did, it was a hard thing for Christie to conceptualize. Every other girl she had sex with seemed fine, attending their classes and leading otherwise normal existence - but it was because they weren't at her constant beck and call! They were all able to move on – though the memories of their time with the massive futa never departed – and live regular lives. But not Jennifer. She'd fully and willingly given into ecstatic, lurid-slavery, throwing everything else away for it, never asking for a break or anything of the sort. And Christie didn't question it.

It wasn't until Jennifer had dropped out unannounced, that what Christie was capable of seriously hit her.

…

"I-I did check up on her a few years later," Christie dropped her diary again, and put both hands on her cock, jerking herself off fervently, "looked her up online and saw she was doing fine. Found herself a husband and had kids and everything. I'm… I'm glad I didn't ruin her life. I just didn't realize what I was doing to her then…"

A muffled response came from below her.

"I know, John, thank you. Thank you for being so und– oh fuck you're good at that! Sorry, um, for being so understanding. It means a lot."

During her recollections, John had continued to please her. He licked and sucked on her cock – hopefully better than Jennifer ever had – lapping up her precum as it flowed down her shaft and fired onto them; the more turned on Christie became, the more forceful and rapid her plumes of pre were, the couch, wall, and ceiling dotted with her slimy expulsions. John had moved onto her balls after, getting on his knees between her legs and hefting the heavy globes up to his face, massaging and mouth-ministrating them as well - it now made him so much more aroused when he could feel her churning up more and more of her virile seed though her immense wrinkled sack and gurgling balls!

His wife's awesome potency was amazing to witness, to appreciate . Each of her tremendous testicles were larger than his head in their resting state, and only grew more massive from there, her immense scrotum practically as wide as his full torso . It was wild to think that despite the billions of sperm brewing within them, Christie never managed to get anyone pregnant; she'd told him long ago that futa seed was essentially too powerful to knock up normal women, and that it was very rare for it to happen. He took her word on it, and was more or less just happy that she didn't have a bunch of bastards running around! Now that would be a headache.

After saliva-coating her corpulent cum-containers to the best of his abilities, he did something for Christie that, as far he knew, only he'd ever done. Lifting up her scrotum and cum factories above his head, he crawled under the shadow of her sack and let it fall back onto him; it draped over his face, nearly suffocating him - but this also let him get to Christie's other genitalia. Though it was hard to see under the cover of rumbling darkness, John was able to find his wife's pussy and was excited to find it wet and leaking already, her long clit throbbing and pointed above her sexy lower lips. He grinned when he noticed that she was so turned on by the combination of her lurid memories and his own stimulation that there was a dark spot on their couch under her, a small puddle of her feminine secretions having leaked onto the cloth surface.

So, like the good husband he was, John put his mouth on her female sex and did everything he knew she loved. He tongued her clit, lightly poking and prodding it with his mouth-muscle, her squirts of pussy juice bathing his chin all the confirmation he needed to know that she was reveling in his efforts. Once he was done there, he moved lower, his head framed by Christie's enormously bulky thighs, her sack now draped across the entirety of his back, and went to work pleasuring the rest of her cunt, managing to snake his hands next to his face. With both his fingers and mouth in his arsenal he focused on her parts that almost always went ignored - ignored by anyone that wasn't him !

And he was still down there!

"Fuck John, you're so fucking good at that, baby! You're so, so fucking – unnnf !"

Cutting herself off as she experienced another vaginal orgasm, Christie had to stop herself from squeezing her legs together lest she risked crushing her husband's head! She wiggled her firm, muscled ass across the couch, rubbing it into her own juices as John ate her out and fingered her at the same time, his tongue and digits alternating their superb stimulations. Holding her cock straight out in front of her, her hands were a blur as they raced up and down as much of its venous acreage as they could, her urethra yawning open to spill her pre on their coffee table; thankfully they had plenty of FORC products to clean it with later! Moaning, she buried her chin in her heaving cleavage, her long, thick tongue hanging from her lips, her eyes rolling around in their sockets.

She could feel that John was keeping her petals peeled with his strong fingers while using his tongue to explore her depths at the same time; though he knew them well, he still slithered his pink appendage through her warm inner walls, touching as many areas inside his wife as he could. Whenever his fingers pressed into her button , Christie unloaded more precum and feminine cum, geysering her sexual secretions from two different points. Her body was on fire , her nipples as hard as her clit was, her figure flush from excitement, every one of her muscles flexing at once. While she didn't normally sweat so easily during acts of carnal engagement, something about what John specifically did to her made many beads of it form across her countenance - probably the intense, deep love she felt for him, if she had to hazard a guess!

John didn't relent or even bother to respond to Christie's outburst - he was too busy making her squirm from his touch, something no one else had ever done as far as he knew. His face was drenched in her feminine fluids, hot droplets of arousal dripping down his features, his eyes closed so they didn't get caught in the splash zone that was his head; he wasn't sure if it was normal or not, but like Christie's cumshots her sprays of pussy juice were extensive and voluminous. But, like when she covered a room – or him – in her semen, John now loved it, finding the visible indication of how good he was making her feel as hot as everything else she did. Unfortunately, John's oxygen supply was running low, the sweaty steam and musk emanating from his wife's crotch and the barrier of her scrotum blocking fresh air from reaching him were taking their toll, his face red, his breathing labored.

After a few more minutes between her legs he reluctantly crawled backwards, freeing himself with a strangled gasp .

"S-Shit, sorry Chis, I didn't want to stop but I couldn't breathe anymore!"

Christie lunged towards him, picking him up by his armpits like he was nothing but a toddler and sitting him on her lap, John's body once more sandwiched between her huge tits and abs, and her massive, brutal member. She didn't say anything as she attacked his face with her mouth, cleaning the sweat and her own juices from his visage, kissing and running her lips across his cheeks; she made sure to tongue-fuck his mouth as well like she wanted to taste her own tangy arousal between his cheeks. John basked in his wife's adoration-fueled actions, mauling her tits once more, the position they were in allowing him to buck his painfully erect member between their cushiony expanse.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love you, baby?" Christie growled into the crux of John's neck and shoulder, nibbling at his moistened flesh once more, "How fucking lucky I am that you're mine!?"

"Y-You might've mentioned it once or twice!" John groaned back, humping his wife's body, "And good! Because I feel the same. God I love you, Chris!"

"God damn I love you too!"

Suddenly, Christie spun around, taking John with her. Switching their positions, she sat him down where she'd been resting, his bare ass sinking into her liquid arousal overflowing the couch cushions; she stood above him as she did, staring down at his cock, her eyes hungry . Before John could even ask what she was doing she took her turn in straddling him , her cock plopping down across his whole chest, slithering up the side of his face, jutting into the air and against the wall. Her vast balls slammed down on his stomach, weighty enough to cause him to grunt and hunch - though he was stopped from folding over completely by her sky-scraping, meaty member pinning him down. Sitting on her knees, Christie reached down and grabbed John's throbbing member, lining it up with her sloppy cunt.

" This is what I fuckin' needed!" Christie cried out as she dropped down on his cock, swallowing it completely between her puffy labia in one, swift movement, " Fuck you feel good inside of me!"

"H-Holy shit, babe," John wheezed from the force at which his wife had fucked herself onto him, and from the pressure of her steadily-inflating cum factories on his torso, "you're so tight!"

"Tight for you , John! No one else has ever been inside of me - that's only for you!"

"Fuck!"

John grabbed the slabs of massive muscle that made up Christie's hips and held her in place - or at least he attempted to. With how fucking big and strong Christie was she could break his hold without any exertion! But, knowing what her husband wanted, she stayed put, shaking her lower half back and forth over his hilted cock, her huge ass bouncing on his thighs, her ponderous, hefty package jiggling against him. Using this moment to adjust himself, John moaned as he shifted under her, pumping his dick deeper into her, her pussy squirting more torrents of warm fuck fluids out onto his crotch as he did. Once he was settled he began making shallow thrusts into his wife, the couch creaking under them like any piece of furniture they fucked on did.

"So, are we, are we all done with story time?" John asked her, gritting his teeth, trying not to cum too fast, "Or did you have another experience to – fucking shit that's good – share!?"

"Oh God, John, I don't even know if I can remember another! Your big cock is driving me crazy !"

John always chuckled to himself when she used the word 'big' to refer to his endowment.

"T-That's fine, baby! I'm, I'm not sure if I could even pay attention now anyway!"

Christie fell forward, cloaking John's body with her own gigantic form. She kissed him, the side of her pulsing shaft heating up their faces, the sounds of it regurgitating her precum ringing in their ears. Strands of saliva bridged their lips whenever Christie's bouncing disconnected them, not having a chance to break before their mouths were pressed together once more. John reached out and palmed as much of his wife's ass as he could, wanting to feel all of her as they fucked, her breasts and ginormous genitalia already flattened between them; his cock grinded through her depths as he pistoned into her, more strings of carnal cream connecting their crotches.

Christie bolted up without warning, though she didn't stop riding her partner.

"I-I think I know someone!"

"O-Oh? Christie you don't have t–"

"No, you love this one." She panted back, a cheeky smile touching her blonde-hair-matted features, "I just know it! I can tell you about my time with Mariana !"

It took a second for John to look back up at her, his eyes too busy being glued to the sight of her fat, jiggling tits instead. He didn't remember who she was talking about - though in his defense he was really distracted at that moment! His brain raced as he attempted to shuffle through the list of women they both knew in college, going through old classmates and people they shared acquaintances with; was it a professor he didn't know the first name of? Christie had mentioned during that one night she'd fucked Dr. Ashworth, but he couldn't recall if that was her first name or not. With no one coming to mind, he gave up.

"Uh, babe, who are you talking about…?"

"Ha, I can't believe you don't remember her, John! You used to always check her out at the campus gym whenever she was working out. At least before we started dating!"

She paused and glared at him.

"You better not have checked her out after we were together!"

Oh shit, he remembered now!

"Mariana, the personal trainer !?" His eyes went wide as the woman she was speaking of flashed through his mind's eyes, "Fuck, I shouldn't be surprised! I might have been checking her out, but I remember her always giving you that look and not me."

He stopped and stuttered.

"A-And of course I didn't look at her like when we were dating. No one could hold a candle to how beautiful you are, m-my love!"

"I'm just teasing you, baby," she huffed back, trying to maintain her faculties through her husband's continued, skilled fucking, "I know you didn't. But yeah, that's how I knew she was interested in – fuck yes – in me!"

"Good! Um, do you want your diary?"

"I don't need it. Just – ohhh yeah – give me a second."

Closing her eyes, Christie ground her groin against John's, rapidly flinging her hips back and forth on top of him. She was close to another orgasm, and she could tell him all about fucking the gym bunny once she reached it! Clit rubbing between John's brown-furred crotch and her own veiny, undulating sack, she felt that intense need burning in her cunt, her swollen lower lips schlorping up and down her husband's stiff meat. Pinching and pulling on her own nipples, she bucked on his smaller body harder and harder, the couch banging into the progeny-plastered wall behind them, her cock belching her precum all over it. Fuck, she was going to cum!

"Yes, right there, YES!" She screamed, suddenly going still, her body trembling, "Fuck, I fucking love you, baby!"

Knowing just what his wife was hoping to accomplish, John didn't stop banging his cock through her velvety sleeve, wanting her climax to be as mind-numbing as possible. Her scream rose in volume and her cunt clamped down on his member, practically as strong as the rest of her was, the muscles inside of it flowing against his throbbing rod like a massage chair. There were two different splatters that occurred simultaneously, both coming from the same place; one was an elongated jet of girl cream that shot out of the top of her pussy for several uninterrupted seconds, splashing against Christie's own balls and John's groin. The other was a separate flood that washed from her shaft-spread hole, running in multiple rivulets across their thighs and the couch - the cushions would definitely need to be cleaned after this!

"Ohhh God," Christie moaned, falling onto John once more, "that was fucking great . I love it when you fuck me, baby. Christ!"

John couldn't bring himself to respond, his body tight from trying not to cum himself .

"Mmmm I could do this all day!" She whispered into his ear, licking at its lobe with her long tongue, "But I did say I'd tell you about Mariana."

Sitting up again, Christie gave herself a few moments to pant and collect herself before she began another round of storytelling. John wearily smiled up at her through half-lidded eyes, not quite mustering the strength to resume their coitus. They stayed like that for a while, just relishing in being together in such an intimate manner; whenever they had sex like this, Christie realized how much she had missed John during their time apart. She'd been such a fool! There was no denying that what had happened had brought them closer together, she just wished it hadn't been so damn painful to do!

Once her breath was caught, she started speaking.

"Um, okay, so it was a day you were working I think - remember when you had that job at that campus cafe? Fuck, you looked so cute in that little outfit."

She grinned as she perfectly remembered how the apron he had to wear wrapped around his tight muscles so alluringly . He was so hot! It was no wonder she fell for him - she probably had feelings for him before she even knew it! Even though they were friends, she would go to that cafe just to chat him up and stare at him as he made lattes and iced drinks, dreamily focused on nothing but him, ignoring the women there who wanted her attention. Oh to be young again!

"Uh anyway," she shook her head, trying to focus, "you weren't there, but I went to the gym at the usual time and while I was lifting weights…"

…

Christie couldn't help but mention her workout first, knowing how aroused John got from it.

For some reason, like the sexual events to come, Christie could remember her routine that day near-perfectly. She'd been going around and lifting all the heaviest weights that the campus gym had to offer, the majority of which didn't cause her to even break a sweat, but were at the very least enough to maintain her musculature at the time; though slightly smaller than she was now, Christie's bulk was still powerful and awe-inspiring as a teenager. Always the strongest in any room she was in by leaps and bounds, the gym was no exception - even the football players using it instead of their private space paled in comparison to her, their attempts at picking up women while she was around utterly hopeless .

Another difference besides her body size was how Christie dressed while working out; back then she still tried to maintain some sense of modesty, and covered herself up appropriately while in public. She wore a black sports bra under the biggest, baggiest gray shirt that she could find, the sleeves cut not to show off, but to allow her biceps to grow unrestricted . Similarly, she had on a matching pair of sweatpants that – for the most part – hid her ridiculous package while still allowing her concrete-pillar-sized legs room to breathe; they went down to a pair of white tennis shoes, scuffed and browned from age, ready to be replaced long ago.

It was hard to find any shoes that fit her!

On that day her scheduled exercises consisted of moving from weight to weight, piling on as many metal plates as she could onto the steel bars that looked comically tiny in her enormous hands. She put every machine she used to the test, pushing their limits, their mechanical structures groaning from her massive bulk and the incredible quantity of pounds she had to lift to maintain her glorious physique. Presses, benches, and everything in between were abused by her one after another, as many people gawking at her as were working out themselves; but it was when she was grunting in the squat section of the gym, her shoulders burdened by a record-breaking amount of weight, did the person she'd had her eyes that day on take notice of her. Mariana.

The fit latina was ogling her - though she was attempting to be much more stealthy than the other gym-goers. But Christie still noticed her all the same; she'd noticed the personal trainer many times before then, that was for sure! Christie remembered looking her up and down during her repeated squats, using the eye-candy that was just in her line of sight as encouragement to push herself harder like she was putting on a personal show for her, grunting exaggeratedly as she rose and dropped, making a whole spectacle out of her workout. She constantly checked to make sure Mariana was watching her, unable to hold back a grin when she realized her efforts were successful.

A bit older than she was – but still a student of the University – Mariana was, as expected of someone who exercised for a living, in great shape. Her curly brown hair tumbled down her tight shoulders as she jogged on a treadmill across from Christie, sweat rolling across her bronzed, smooth complexion. Features sharp, Mariana possessed a pair of properly puffy lips, a short, angular nose, and high cheekbones, all set below a pair of large, tawny eyes. Modest breasts jiggled slightly in her red sports bra as she ran in place, her toned arms pumping at her sides, her spandex covered, thick thighs rubbing together with a muted scratching sound.

But the real eye-catcher was her ass!

Fitting for her Spanish heritage, Mariana was the owner of a backside that put all others to shame . Her hips were the image of child-bearing, wide in a way that didn't befit her otherwise sleek figure, and they gave way to an ass that was doubly out of place on her thin frame. Bigger than Christie's own firm glutes or even Jennifer 's shorts-eating rear, they similarly devoured the back of her spats, the twin mounds sticking out from the bottom of her spine like a pair of exercise balls ! Calisthenics and aerobics had obviously done nothing to decrease the amount of fat slapping together above her thighs as she jogged, instead adding extra muscle mass that made her booty even larger if anything. Christie knew that if she wasn't here everyone would be drooling over Mariana in her place.

Able to, for as far as she concerned, workout for as long as she wanted to, Christie timed the rest of her time in the gym with Mariana's, simply repeating her routine over and over again as a plan formed in her brain; nearing the end of her first year in college, she had become no stranger to the arts of seduction, and her body count had reached the hundreds in less than two semesters time. When she set her eyes on a potential new conquest there was little that could stop her from taking them for her own, her lust nigh insatiable ! And today, that person was going to be Mariana - Christie just had to figure out how she would make it happen first!

The answer was most likely to meet Mariana in the showers after they'd both finished up; while she usually liked to keep her proclivities away from public places, the gym locker room was one of the few places she was relatively fine with engaging in bouts of debauchery in. She wouldn't corner Mariana or anything so predatory , deciding that some flirting and 'accidental' towel dropping would be in order instead. It was all about how she went about it, and with a woman as seemingly confident and strong-willed as the personal trainer was, Christie knew she couldn't rush it - at least not rush it by her standards.

Luckily for her, Mariana seemed to be near the end of her workout already, and was finishing up some stretching to bring her heart rate down. Having kept her in her sights the entire time, Christie did something similar, sitting on a bench and curling some light weights, trying not to straight up leer at the personal trainer; when Mariana exited the gym for the locker rooms, Christie waited first, biding her time for the perfect moment to enter it herself. After a few minutes had passed she did just that, putting her weights away and sauntering in the same direction, a big smile on her face.

The sound of running water greeted her as she entered the locker room.

Putting her plan into action, Christie slowly waltzed over to the locker containing her gym bag; she took her time opening it while rummaging through her things, wanting everything to proceed perfectly. Pulling out the single, large white towel she'd brought with her, she quickly stripped out of her sweaty clothing, not wanting Mariana to walk in before the big reveal. Once she was naked she wrapped the towel around her waist, her body far, far too massive for it to cover all of her modesty at once with it - so she'd just settle on covering up the most important of her appendages, the one she needed to be hidden until the moment was right. After putting her clothes into the locker, she turned and checked herself out in the mirror on the far wall.

She described this part just for John as though he wasn't currently seeing her naked at that very moment - but there was a big difference in her figure after a workout! Her muscles bulged from under her alabaster-hued flesh everywhere at once, making her form even more mountainous than usual. Biceps crowding the sides of her face as she raised them and flexed, their vascularity extra pronounced from over an hour of constant lifting, they were practically as wide as a normal person's waist, throbbing with power as she rotated them in different directions, striking a series of poses at herself. They pushed into her trapezius muscles as she did, the space around her neck occupied by the boulder-like protrusions.

Intense bouts of exercise always brought her pecs out. Unlike a lot of muscular women, they didn't take the place of her breasts, enhancing them instead, making them even more grandiose than they naturally were. Christie's tits looked gigantic , covering her chest down to her abs, and her large pink nipples were already hard from excitement, sticking out so far they blocked her downward view of the rest of her body; her abs were just beginning to form the eight-pack she would eventually possess, the rough set of muscles jagged-looking enough that she could grate cheese along them. Her hips jutted from the sides of her waist, nearly pulling off her towel themselves, her thick ass forming two perfect spheres in the white cloth behind her.

Even through the fabric hiding them, Christie's gigantic legs still managed to be displayed. Even with the towel hugging them she could make out in the mirror their shape like they were fully visible, the ridges formed by her muscular thighs denting the cloth; with how tall she was, her sizable calves were fully visible, pulsing, having not reached a relaxed state after her workout yet. Between her massive tree trunks the faintest outline of her magnificent member was present, just hugged by the towel. When it came to her cock it didn't matter how much she tried to cover up, they always made an appearance.

Right on cue, she heard the shower turn off.

Swiftly, Christie had sat on the bench closest to her and fiddled with her phone, waiting for Mariana to walk in. She spread her legs and let her flaccid package flop towards the floor so that it was dangling a short inch above the tiled floor. Pretending not to pay attention, she side-eyed the area Mariana would be entering from, hunched over to try and appear as casual as she could; the Latin beauty seemed to be taking her sweet time, and it took several minutes for her to turn the corner, her feet slapping wetly against the ground. When she did show up, Christie gave her another once over now that she was wearing much less than when she'd been exercising.

A towel was wrapped around her curly, brown hair, undoubtedly to keep it free from any unwanted frizzing, her other covering her torso and upper thighs in the way most women wore them. Droplets of water sheened the parts of her figure that were bared, dripping off her fit arms and legs onto the ground around her. Mariana's average bust bounced under her cloth-covering, her nipples clearly hard like Christie's were, creating small bumps in the front of her towel. The rest of her body was hugged tightly by the wet fabric - that was until it reached her lower body.

Even more absurd now that it wasn't constrained in a pair of spats, Mariana's bottom half looked simply ridiculous . Her hips flared out past the span of her shoulders for God's sake! Stretching and lifting her towel so that it almost exposed her pussy, her ass and hips jiggled uncontrollably as she walked like they had a life of their own! Still visible from the front, her cheeks clapped lightly repeatedly when she moved, announcing her presence wherever she went; Christie remembered that it took all her willpower just to not obviously leer at the personal trainer. She averted her eyes as soon Mariana neared, looking back down at her phone like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Mariana greeted Christie as she opened a locker behind her.

"Hey."

"Hey. Mariana, right?"

"Yeah that's me. Have we met before?"

They both already knew the answer to that.

"No, but I see you around a lot. You're a personal trainer here, right?"

"Mhm." Christie could hear her shuffling her things around, "For a couple years now. Doesn't pay well, but the school gives me some benefits for working here."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Free meals, reduced cost for living on campus, and, uh, I don't have to pay a gym membership of course."

"Sounds pretty good to me!" Christie stood up and leaned on the lockers on the other side of the bench from Mariana, facing her, "Are there any openings? I wouldn't mind a job here."

Mariana turned to look at Christie like she wasn't already aware of who she was; Christie had to hold back a smirk as the personal trainer started checking her out from only a few feet away. She watched as the Spanish beauty's eyes roamed across her overly fit physique, taking in her magnificent form. It was clear that Mariana liked what she was seeing, her expression one of appreciation for Christie's magnificent, muscled figure, her plump lips parted slightly as her breathing intensified. There were several long seconds of silence shared between them before Mariana managed to look her in the face again.

That sure got her attention!

"I-I can check for you, if you'd like," Mariana stammered, the smallest hints of a blush forming under her bronzed complexion, "'cause I think you'd be a great fit! Hell, I might ask you for some pointers!"

Christie chuckled before raising an arm and flexed, Mariana's eyes going even wider at the sight of her incredible bulky bicep.

"You think so? You don't think I might be too… intimidating ?"

"Intimidating…?"

"Yeah, you know," she paused and did the same with her other strength-striated limb for added effect, "like they might think I'm scary or something. People seem to avoid me when I workout here."

"They do? That's, um, strange. Y-You are, uh, really strong. I've seen you lift weights before and I don't think I've ever seen anyone lift that much."

"Really? And you don't think I'm too muscular? I know some people find that kind of thing to be off-putting."

"Not at all!" Mariana suddenly blurted, taking a step forward, her hands clutching the front of her towel, "I, uh, appreciate a body like yours. When a girl like you can be so strong and muscular without feeling self-conscious about themselves. The effort you put into yourself really shows - I'm actually a bit jealous."

"Oh you have nothing to be jealous about, Mariana," Christie was smirking now, "I think you're absolutely gorgeous . So toned and curvy in all the right places."

The personal trainer muttered a 'thanks' and looked away.

"But also, you know I'm not a girl, don't you?"

"What? You're not? What do you mean?"

"Huh, I figured you'd noticed. I'm a futanari ." It no longer felt wrong for her to say it anymore, "You know, I've got both ."

Motioning towards her crotch in order to draw Mariana's gaze there, Christie pushed her hips out slightly so the bulge of her genitalia against her towel became even further pronounced. Following Mariana's eyes down to between her legs, Christie was happy to see that the outline of her cock and balls was incredibly prominent, several of her dormant veins visible through the fabric; the pipe-like distension of her shaft extended to her knees, her tremendous testicles fat around it, her bell-shaped glans perfectly captured by her towel's tight fit. She sashayed herself back and forth like she was making absolutely sure that Mariana was seeing what she wanted her to see.

"It's pretty hard to keep hidden, as you can see. I'm worried it might distract any clients I get."

"I-I can see that, and, erm, I guess that could be a problem, yeah."

"Mhm. But if you know of any openings let me know!" Christie stretched, her long arms nearly touching the ceiling, "I'm gonna go shower now, gotta wash off all this sweat first before I go."

There wasn't a droplet of sweat on her.

"Yeah, okay, um, I'll definitely check and let yo–"

"Whoops!"

Purposefully – while making it look like an accident – Christie let her towel slip off her waist and drop to her feet; it was the entire reason she'd stretched right before, knowing that it would more than likely cause the cloth to come loose. She didn't make a movement to cover herself up or grab her towel, putting her hands on her hips and cocking them instead, an expression of expecting contorting her features. A heavy quiet took the locker room over once more, only momentarily pieced by a loud, astonished gasp from Mariana, her features twisted by shock and arousal .

Not saying anything at first, Christie recalled that she had allowed the personal trainer to get as many eyefuls of her floppy, flaccid genitalia as she wanted, waiting for her to say something first. Mariana's vision was riveted on Christie's ginormous junk, her breathing intensifying with each passing second, the once barely-noticeable blush now brightly lit across her face and chest. She could see the woman's nipples grow even harder under her towel, and Mariana had pressed her thighs closer and closer together in an attempt to hide her lust - a lust that Christie could practically smell at this point.

Everything was going according to plan!

"What's wrong, Mariana?" Christie questioned with faux-concern, "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"I, erm, I–"

"Oh! Was it 'cause of this !?"

One of her favorite methods to really make someone fall for her was to wave her cock at them, and that's what she was doing now! With both hands, Christie hefted up her full package and pointed it towards Mariana; her shaft slung across her large palm and drooped towards the tiled floor, instantly achieving the effect of showing just how heavy and massive it was even while soft. She lifted her immense sack as well, her fingers completely hidden around the rolls of sagging scrotum skin, her supersized sperm-brewers hanging off her wrist. Shaking them up and down, Christie couldn't help but chuckle at the way Mariana was looking at her.

Mouth completely agape, her plump lips forming an enticing 'O', her eyelids stretched to the top of her hairline - it was everything Christie had hoped for and more. Mariana's nostrils were flared as well, and Christie knew it was because of the intense musk wafting off her crotch, one built up from her hours of exercise. She never didn't enjoy the scent of her own personal perfume! Chest heaving and legs shaking, Mariana was clearly slipping into a kind of wanton, uncontrollable state of arousal that Christie knew all too well, one she'd seen countless times before.

Christie continued to bounce her endowment up and down at Mariana, letting her floppy set of meat slap against her thighs, still not making a move until the person trainer said something first. She could feel her own arousal bubble within her as she did, her cock lengthening and fattening in her fingers, her balls releasing their distinctive gurgling that indicated her virile churning had begun. Losing the small amount of patience she possessed, Christie took a small, unassuming step forward, grinning down at the Latina across from her, her statuesque figure towering over the young woman - that seemed to snap Mariana from her trance, and she managed to tear her eyes off of Christie's juggled-package to meet her eyes.

"I'm– I'm so sorry !" She wheezed, her voice failing her, "I've just never seen… I never knew that they could be so big ! I just wasn't expecting it…"

"Yeah, I get that a lot." Christie chuckled, taking another step to the personal trainer until the low-sitting bench was all that separated them, "But you don't seem grossed out or anything. Did you want a closer look?"

"A c-closer look?"

"I don't mind. I know it's… interesting . At least that's what women have told me before."

"S-Sure?"

"Good," she stepped over the bench, now standing directly in front of Mariana who moved backwards and pressed her back against the lockers behind her, "now get on your knees!"

The last bastions of resistance – if any had actually existed – died in Mariana upon hearing Christie's commanding tone. Like a puppet in the hyper futa's fingers, she fell to her knees, her legs banging roughly against the hard ground - but that wasn't the only new sound that entered the locker room. When she landed, her enormous ass slapped down onto the back of her calves, bouncing and wiggling wildly, her towel lifting up and revealing the bottoms of the immense mounds; Christie could see them from her lofty height, and licked her lips as they wobbled for several more seconds.

It was almost routine in Christie's life for things to proceed the way they did. With trembling hands, Mariana took Christie's cock from her grasps and began stroking it, pulling it towards her open mouth, her tongue hanging from her quivering lips; she moaned from just being able to handle the futanari's partially-erect meat, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Mariana's jerking-motions picked up their pace immediately, her fingers making the long trek across the extensive mass of meat until they bumped into Christie's solid, hairless crotch, twisting back and forth as they did - she'd obviously done this many times before!

Grinning down at the Spanish beauty, Christie let her have fun, not yet taking full control over the situation like she always did. She watched as Mariana began to lick at her throbbing glans, lapping up the droplets of precum already forming at her piss slit and swallowing them with needy, happy mewls ; while she was enjoying her drinks of thick nectar, Christie reached down and pulled the towel wrapped around her head off, letting her bunches of curls fall back to her shoulders. Lord, Mariana was beautiful - it was like all the physical stereotypes of Latin women come to life in front of her.

"You're doing a good job down there," Christie complimented the personal trainer, "I can feel myself finally getting hard ."

Panting growing in volume at the words for her futanari superior, Mariana focused on the erecting member in her hands, only now noticing that it was getting bigger. Every time she managed to stroke it from girthy base to leaking tip, her hold not secure due to the amount of bumps she had to crest from how artery-riddled the colossal cock was, Christie's appendage lurched , gaining inches of size in everyway that it could - bulkier, more expansive, veinier . It was fucking enormous ! It was fucking enormous and it was only becoming more so , no end in sight to Christie's cock's growth.

It was Christie's turn to moan as Mariana began to lick up and down the sides of her shaft, nuzzling her sharp, gorgeous features into the grotesque member, worshiping it with everything she had. Palming Mariana's curls, Christie helped guide her along her cock, making sure she didn't miss a single inch . Eventually Christie led her to her sack, forcing her face to plant itself right in the center of her corpulent cum containers, the personal trainer's own hands rising to grope them; she smothered herself with the futa's scrotum, burying her head as deeply between those fat, rumbling globes as possible, sucking and licking at the tough flesh in her reach.

Hunching over, Christie grabbed at Mariana's remaining towel and whipped it off of her body, exposing the rest of her figure, leaving her as nude as she herself was; Mariana didn't react to her sudden undressing and continued to bask in Christie's balls and the heady miasma encompassing her countenance. Still bent at the waist, Christie studied Mariana's full, nude form closely, wanting to see if she was as sexy as she looked under towels and the clothing she wore when working out.

And boy was she !

Her breasts fit the rest of her figure, a normal, modest size and matching her natural, exotically tanned skin-tone. Topped by small brown nipples, her areola that were a lighter, sandy shade, were surprisingly large, taking up much of the area on her perky tits. Stomach flat with the faintest formation of the beginning of a set of abs, Mariana's body became anything but lean and fit when it reached her hips. Like Christie – and probably everyone else who ever saw her – noticed before, Mariana's hips jutted out ludicrously from her waist, giving way to her thick-as-hell thighs - but it was what lay on the other side of her body that Christie's eyes immediately darted too.

She spared no detail when telling John about Mariana's ass. It was even fatter than it looked in her spats, despite the pants' struggle to contain her rear mass, nearly reaching her clenching toes in her kneeling position from how far it stuck out from her backside. Each of her massive, jiggly cheeks were easily wider than her torso, excess flesh flattening around her calves and actually touching the floor; Christie had to wonder how she managed to even sit in the classroom chairs! Dimpled due to their sheer, incredible size, they weren't fake in the slightest – that much was clear – Mariana somehow the owner of the most gigantic ass Christie had ever seen without any surgical enhancements! She knew she'd get her chance too soon, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to flip the personal trainer over and grope her over and over again.

Nearly forgetting that her cock was being pleasured skillfully, Christie couldn't take her eyes off of Mariana's backside, entirely focused on it. Every time the Spanish girl moved her body back and forth to reach even more of the humongous, pulsing futa cock resting against her cheek and shoulder, her ass shook and clapped against itself - but it was no longer the light clapping Christie'd heard when she was walking. This was a loud meaty slapping, the kind that sounded like an audience giving their applause , like hundreds of hands meeting rapidly over and over again. Whenever her giant cheeks separated, Christie could see Mariana's tiny, winking asshole for just a quick second; this just made her fantasize about taking the personal instructor there instead of her pussy!

So lost in her day dreaming she was, Christie almost didn't notice she'd reached her full size!

Sticking out from her groin was her bestial, sexual beatstick that extended so far past Mariana's body her massive cockhead nearly bumped into the lockers behind her; gouts of precum trickled from her deep pink glans down the steel storage containers, creating a viscous puddle around the personal trainer's dainty feet. The protruding, dark-colored veins that coated her member poked at Mariana's skin, throbbing against her soft flesh, almost as much coursing through them as Mariana's entire body. Her cock's granite girth was close enough to the Latina's head to compare the two, and the width of the womb-wrecker was only a hair's breadth away from being equal to it.

With Mariana's arms stretched across Christie's shaft, she was able to take in the true extent of the tracts of terrible futa cock in front of her; despite the fact that its glans were behind her by a good foot of length or so, she could no longer reach Christie's crotch, her fingers coming up a few inches short from being able to do so. It was like two-thirds as tall she was! Additionally, her biceps also came up short in thickness to the extra appendage next to them even flexed , both of them put together maybe able to match the acreage of venous cockmeat. The extremity filling her vision was nothing shy of magnificent , multitudes bigger than any male pornstar she occasionally watched on lonely nights.

"Alright Marianna," Christie, pulled the woman's head back and jerked it backward so she was looking up at her, "are you ready to get fucked?"

Mariana gaped back up at her like she'd forgotten that was something that could happen.

"F-Fuck? Fuck me? Here?"

"That's right."

She looked to the side, her face scrunching up in concentration, clearly weighing her options and their consequences - it didn't take her long to decide.

"Yes! Fuck me please . I don't care if anyone finds us! I just want your cock inside of me!"

"Are you sure?" Christie asked rhetorically, smirking and already moving to the side, "I wouldn't want you to do anything you regretted ."

"I won't! I won't regret it, I swear!" Mariana's voice had a manic edge to it, desperate and pleading, "Just please, fu–"

"Okay, you've convinced me!" She almost laughed at how happy Mariana suddenly appeared, "Bend over the bench here, I want to fuck you doggystyle."

"Yes, of course! Whatever you want!"

Scrambling to her feet, Mariana rushed to the aforementioned bench, moving to the end of it for a better position. Spreading her legs, she lay across its wooden surface, her hand gripping the sides, her head turned to watch Christie; Christie casually followed her, stroking her jutting, fleshy obelisk with both hands, spurts and dregs of pre leaving white splotches across the tile, fashioning a makeshift, slimy path in her wake. Moving behind the personal trainer, she crouched down – her height making the angle needed for penetration a near impossibility when standing straight – her sagging sack flattening against the floor as she lowered herself, her gravid sperm factories unbothered by the cold ground. They practically radiated an intense heat all on their own!

Lining up her Herculean helmet with Mariana's soggy sex, Christie took a second to admire it before she ruined it forever. Surprisingly fairly pink, her labia hardly stuck out making her cunt appear incredibly tiny, only a miniscule slit showing between the almost non-existent outerfolds. An equally as small clit stuck out from the top of it, adorned with a patch of trimmed pubic hair that matched the curly locks on her head, shaped into a neat triangle. Droplets of feminine honey glistened across it, letting Christie know – not that there was any doubt in her mind about it – that Mariana was undeniably aroused even if her pussy wasn't the engorged, dark-shaded mound she was used to seeing on her partners.

It was almost a shame to gape something so pretty and delicate…

"Ready, Mariana?"

…not enough of a shame for Christie not to do it, however!

"Y-Yes!" She shook her ass back and forth, sending her cheeks clapping once more, "I've never wanted anything more in my whole life !"

Christie didn't respond. Silently, she prodded Mariana's pussy with her tip, smearing her sexual slime across her slit, adding lubrication that, of all the cunts she'd ever fucked, would be the one that would definitely need it; Mariana moaned and pushed herself back slightly, trying to greedily get Christie's cock inside of her as quickly as possible. Grinning, Christie allowed the personal trainer to attempt to perform the initial penetration herself, observing just how outmatched her cockhead was compared to Mariana's cunt. When it was clear that no progress was going to be without her help, she grabbed her shaft as close to her flared glans as possible and held it steady before making the act a success herself .

Plunging her powerful pole forward, she pierced Mariana's pussy with astonishing ease, popping her pink punisher into the personal trainer's inner folds. Without any hesitation Mariana screamed , springing away from Christie, her body instinctively trying to save itself - but Christie didn't allow that to happen. Or, as was more apt, her cock didn't let the Spanish beauty escape. The moment that her glans scraped into Mariana's depths it was hooked into her moist, velvety walls, digging into the sides of her cunt. She was Christie's , and there was no going back from that now!

Wanting to paw Mariana's unfathomably fat ass while fucking her, Christie immediately thrust again, driving her dastardly dick in deeper. It took no time at all for her monolithic member to mash against Mariana's cervix, indenting the barrier in the shape of her colossus; Mariana's cunt seemed to be actively fighting against her member as she skewered it, clamping around it like it was trying to strangle the life out of Christie's shaft. But Christie would not be denied! Putting Mariana's pussy's elasticity to the test, she shoved harder into her, barreling straight into her womb.

This spearing into an organ not meant to be filled with cock sent Mariana into a flailing, howling orgasmic mess. Her legs kicked out around Christie and her fists beat at the wooden surface of the bench she lay on, pussy juices spraying from her annihilated hole and splattering onto the floor around her. Christie held still as the personal trainer experienced the first of many climaxes she'd be writhing through, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of the liquid warmth bathing her member, and the added, superb tightness from Mariana's sex clenching vice-like around her; when Mariana finally calmed down, Christie simply resumed her pumping into her deepest of depths.

She didn't spare any intimate details of how viciously she fucked Maraina.

Christie told John all about how she ravaged the Latina. How she used her brutal scepter to punish her pussy, banging her like a futa possessed, her hips moving back and forth like a well-oiled machine. How Mariana was lifted off the bench by the sizable bulge that appeared in her torso from Christie's vicious rampage and that her cock pinned her deformed skin to its surface. How her cries of ecstasy echoed through the locker room, and how sure Christie was that the people in the gym could hear them. And of course, she let John know all about how sexy Mariana's fat ass looked while she was being fucked.

Before Christie had a chance to get her hands on the obese, jiggling spheres, they wobbled in constant circles, plapping against each other over and over as Mariana's body rocked back and forth under the intense, ferocious mounting. Christie had slapped her hands down on them as soon as she was close enough to do so – her cock having reached Mariana's tits by that point – and mauled them; she moaned as she recalled how soft they were in her large fingers that had sunk straight into them. Unable to help herself, Christie had struck them roughly just to watch them wobble , Mariana's rear beaten black and blue by the time she was finished with her.

She'd sunk feet of her massive cock into Mariana as quickly as she could, the distension of her ramrod sticking out beyond the personal trainer's head in mere minutes ; it seemed that despite how small and tight she was, Mariana's skin was very flexible! Because of that fact, Christie hadn't wasted any time in fucking her as fervently as possible, her balls slamming up and down against the floor as she did, pushing her precum up through her cock and into Mariana. The Spanish woman had been heavy with her pre-seed before Christie was even close to her own orgasm.

John was informed about how wet the salacious scene became as well. Mariana's pussy hadn't stopped squirting around Christie's monstrous fuckstick since her first climax, her feminine fluids flying far - they'd soaked Christie's legs and balls until they were dripping with her sweet honey. As usual, Christie's own sperm had done the same, spritzes of the pearlescent ambrosia jettisoning from Mariana's wrecked, tautly-stretched hole, as much of it on the ground as was swirling around inside of the personal trainer. She'd become so fat with futa pre that her stomach had drooped around the bench, her flesh having become loose and saggy!

There'd been no pause or breaks in their coitus. Christie had just fucked and fucked and fucked the bottom-heavy girl as much as she wanted, Mariana never asking her to stop or anything of the sort, only begging for more with an increasingly hoarse voice - at least during the few seconds between her perpetual shrieks when she could speak! And that had just been music to Christie's ears, adding the fuel she needed to pummel the poor personal trainer's pussy into oblivion , until it was no longer the sweet, delicate thing it once had been. No, she was going to pound her for as long and as many times as it took for her to find satisfaction!

Which, as she let John know, was for quite a while !

At one point, Christie remembered taking her hands off of Mariana's enormous ass to grab her legs and hoist them up so that the personal trainer was only laying on the bench on her chest - her chest and Christie's cock ! In this position Mariana's ass bounced wildly right below Christie's face, allowing her to ogle it closely, saliva dripping from her lips at the lurid sight; it also allowed her titanic womb-wrecker to fuck deeper into Mariana's depths, punching her brutalized womb in every direction. The Latina's arms had been too weak after all the pistoning she'd been through to do much else but flop aimlessly, no longer possessing the strength needed to hold onto the bench.

When Christie came it was with a terrifying roar . She'd buried her virile bludgeon as deeply as possible into Mariana, the skin-gloved outline of her glans bashing into the top of the bench and creating a crack down its center. Mariana's midsection had ballooned instantly and plummeted down under its newly-gained liquid weight, passing the appearance of pregnancy immediately; Christie recalled that it made more breaks in the bench when it had landed on it, chips of wood scattering across the tile below it. Wanting to put Mariana's elasticity to the test, she didn't pull out as soon as she normally would have, letting as much of her unnaturally voluminous load gush inside of her for as long as possible.

By the time she did eventually yank herself out, Mariana's stomach was positively engorged with her steaming semen, gravid and rounder than her ass cheeks were. Her flesh around her abdomen had become utterly turgid, the beginnings of a set of abs she once had completely vanished to make room for all of Christie's potent progeny; when Christie let go of her and let her fall, her stomach hit the bench before the rest of her did and she looked like she was resting on top of an exercise ball she'd used earlier. Christie's cock had schlorped from her now insanely gaped hole, a waterfall of gallons of ball brew coming out with it.

The very second her cock had been released from Mariana's cunt's death grip it blasted a huge salvo of cum across the ceiling, shattering one of the lightbulbs embedded in its surface. Instead of grabbing her shaft and righting it to aim at Mariana so she could cover in her creamy concoction, Christie had raised the personal trainer towards the ceiling by her legs, holding her up upside down in front of her; this caused Mariana's massively obese looking stomach to hang over her face while her hands hovered above the ground. Keeping her as far away from herself as possible, Christie had let her climax explode over the Spanish beauty at point-blank range.

Cum had rained onto every part of Mariana's figure at once - even her gigantic-stomach-shielded face! All Christie had to do was shake her hips to send her cock oscillating up and down and back and forth so that it wouldn't miss any of Mariana's body with its ridiculous output. At the same time her skin was being painted white, more sperm poured from the crater that used to be Mariana's tiny cunt, slimy rivers of virility running down her front and back simultaneously; she was being drenched from every direction, a proverbial shower of semen blasting her from all sides. Christie didn't stop until her orgasm died down to a trickle, something that took, predictably, many minutes to achieve.

From her hand-held ankles to her messed curly hair, Mariana had been plastered . Drizzles of dick dregs matted her legs. Gooey gallons of girl glue weighed down her humongous ass. Slathers of slimy semen covered her torso and face, her bulbous belly as layered on the outside as it was the inside. The gorgeous Latina was unrecognizable under her cum coating, bubbles of ball brew popping at her lips when she took in a ragged gasp of air. Christie had been caught up in her own whirlwind of white as well, her front smeared with her own fuck fluids; the locker room had ended up in the same state, the drains dotting the tiled floor quickly becoming clogged with cum.

But they weren't finished yet!

Right as her orgasm came to its elongated finale, Christie had flipped Mariana around and let gravity do the leg work at depleting her fucked-up womb and brutalized pussy of cum, slops of baby batter falling from her ruined cunt and thudding onto the floor. Sitting on the bench herself – Mariana still in her grasps – Christie had plopped the personal trainer onto her cock and down towards her lap, intent on fucking her once more; this momentarily brought Mariana back into consciousness, a stream of feminine honey blasting from her pussy into the lockers in front of them, adding to the wreckage of the room. Christie had immediately went to work bouncing the Latina on her monstrous, still-hard member, thrusting her hips upward at the same time to meet her downward juggles.

It was at this point in Christie's story that she mentioned that other women had walked into the locker room; whether it had been from Mariana's passionate screams or to use the locker and showers themselves, she would never learn the answer to. She'd just continued fucking the personal trainer, watching her enormous ass slap against her hardened abs all the while, scarcely sparing the newcomers a single glance. Only when she'd heard them gasp did she give any attention to her audience - and she liked what she saw! And just based on what she saw, she knew Mariana wasn't the only person to have their life changed in the gym that day!

The first woman she noticed had be–

…

"Fuck, baby, I can't– I'm gonna cum!"

John cut off Christie's speech with an announcement of his own. The entire time she'd been telling her story they'd been fucking, John as focused on what she was saying as he was on her immense, muscled, gorgeous figure bouncing on his lap. He'd held out for as long as he could but eventually he'd reached his limit - he was only human after all! Long minutes of constant sex combined with the unique sort of dirty talk from Christie had finally caught up to him, and no amount of flexing his kegels or gritting his teeth could stop him from cumming anymore!

"Oh God yes, John, fill me with your seed!"

It hadn't helped that Christie had to pause her storytelling with throaty moans and passionate curses of her own, several minutes often passing before she was able to restart her vocal recollections - sometimes even longer when she'd cum from her pussy on his cock as well! Sweat had started dripping off their bodies, making the constant slaps of her groin against his wet and meaty; her own member had slammed against the wall behind them the entire time as well, waves of sexual cacophonic noises flowing through their living room that only got louder the longer they fucked. Both were full on panting by the time John warned his wife about his coming climax.

"C-Chris!" John cried out, hilting himself once more in her warm, sticky folds, "Here it, here it comes !"

Christie and John alike were coated in her precum, her balls pumping out their brew through the entirety of their coupling. The walls, ceiling, and couch were all dripping with her essence, the whole vicinity steaming with her pungent musk. Between being pounded into with such passionate fervor, her own lurid memories, and her cock grinding against John through their sexual session, it had pushed Christie's libido into overdrive, feeling close to her own orgasm as well. Her testicles had been steadily inflating throughout the duration of their coitus, now nearly bumping into John's chin whenever she bounced on his lap.

"Do it baby!" Christie moaned, shimmying her hips as swiftly as she could manage, "Cum inside of me! Get me fucking pregnant !"

Fuck, she always knew what to say to make him cum the hardest, but that one was new!

Groaning , John threw his head back and tightened his hold on Christie's hips, burying every last inch he possessed inside of her. They writhed against each other as John's cock throbbed once, twice, and then a third time, his wiry-haired scrotum pulling up against his member before he spurted inside of his wife. The married couple moaned together as slimy rope after rope fired off into Christie's depths, her cunt clenching as tightly around his entire, pulsating organ, coaxing out as much semen from his balls as it could. Dribbles of cum leaked from around Christie's bright red lower-lips, forming a puddle between their connected bodies.

"Oh fuck, Christie, I can't stop cumming. I feel li–"

"Wait, I'm cumming too !"

Eyes shooting open, John jerked his head forward to look at his wife. He never made her cum from her cock through penetration alone! Sure, he knew Christie's body well enough to give her many orgasms from her feminine sex when they fucked, but he only ever made her do it from her male parts if he jerked or licked her cock at the same time! It was almost enough to make him forget his own dwindling climax, and though his member felt sore and raw from the intense fucking, he began to thrust into her once more, several tiny spritz of semen finishing off his own happy ending

He could feel it before it happened, Christie's cock swelling atop his torso as seed raced up its unbridled length. It immediately felt heavier , nearly crushing John's chest, forcing all the air from his lungs; from stomach to neck he was covered by his wife's genitalia, even the side of his skull partially masked by its enormity. Under John's watchful gaze, Christie grabbed her shaft and began to stroke it fervently, her overfilled balls rumbling on his stomach with enough power to vibrate his whole body. John added his hands to her powerful pole and jerked off the parts of it she couldn't reach, wanting his partner's orgasm to be as amazing as his was.

Bucking several times to match John's strained thrusts, Christie screamed like all the women had in her stories, her cunt squirting in climax once more before her cock had a chance to. She was having two, simultaneous orgasms, and she could feel her mind cracking because of it, her eyes rolling back in their sockets until only the whites showed, her tongue dipping from her mouth to hang limply against her chin. Sputtering, Christie could no longer form words to let John know how good she felt at that moment - but her cock would quickly do it for her! It gave one last couch-rocking throb as her initial cum stream left its tip.

It might have been the best orgasm of her life !

Cum erupted from her wall-bashing glans. With her member's upward-slanted angle, the first salvo of Christie's climax rocketed directly towards the ceiling, creating a slimy, wide path of white goop that trailed up the wall; when it hit the ceiling droplets of semen instantly rained back down onto her and John, drizzling them in hot seed, replacing the precum they already wore. This single blast lasted for seconds on end, arcing across the surface behind them in a conal-shape, spraying past the edges of the couch and saturating everything in its path. Her cock jumped up halfway through the staggering explosion, fountainings its swimmer-dense jelly onto the rest of the living room.

Having no control over herself, Christie – like the countless woman she'd fucked in the past – could do nothing else but cum. She wasn't bouncing on John or even jerking herself off anymore, entirely paralyzed by pleasure, a slave to her own passions, her cock the only part of her still in action - and in action it was ! Her monstrous bitch breaker bounced and kicked, the force of the semen-hoses leaving it strong enough to move it on its own, each consecutive beam of thick sludge as powerful as an earth-shattering thrust Christie used on her partners. It thrashed back and forth like an ensnared serpent, slinging semen in every direction.

Likewise, John could also do nothing to help control his wife's orgasm!

He was left to sit and watch and bear the constant thumps it made against his person, grunting every time it struck him - which was often. Even his own formidable muscles couldn't hope to wrangle it, his arms swinging wildly from its jerking movements, his fingers glued to Christie's shaft by her own virile paste. All he could do was watch and bask in his wife's torrential outpouring of white lava for as long as possible, his face slowly becoming plastered in her progeny. His own cock had started to soften inside of her, only still contained between her velvety inner walls by the tight grip her cunt had on his member.

There was almost nothing as hot to him as seeing his wife in the throes of ecstasy. Her face was contorted into a mask of brain-melting pleasure, sweaty blonde strands of hair half-covering it. Taking rapid breaths, her massive breasts jiggled on her chest, appearing even more alluring by the mountains of strained, flexed muscles surrounding them; it was like she'd just finished a workout with how much they bulged from her stretched skin, pulsing under her pink-hued flesh. Christie's abs jutted from her stomach like steps on a ladder, her biceps and thighs nearly twice as humongous, crowding her torso from every direction. John could feel the hard slabs of strength crush his smaller form, her legs pinning his own together and making them look tiny .

Her cock was in the same state, and John studied it as much as did the rest of his wife's body. The veins across it seemed wider than his fists and longer than his arms, her urethra even bigger than that , bloated with the white gold pumping from her balls. It trembled against him with each throb that announced more cascades of cum coming out of it, the tough skin stretched so much it looked like it would tear from how violent she was climaxing, nearly creaking . Above his own head, her glans had darkened to a vicious, deep red color, fattening up to help her release come easier, her piss slit large enough for John to stick a few fingers into.

And then there were her balls . Both of her bulbous testicles had grown along with her member, having become grotesquely enlarged; if she wasn't straddling John's lap they would have probably sagged to the floor ! Despite how spacious her scrotum was, every inch inside of it still managed to be filled by the enormous, gurgling globes, the wrinkles across its expanse disappearing as they were pulled taut across her sperm factories. They, like her cock, throbbed constantly atop him, vibrating his body and the entire couch , shaking the cum that was still layering it off and onto the ground with loud splatters .

And her orgasm hadn't slowed yet!

Minutes had passed and Christie was still exploding semen. The fresh blasts jettisoning from her cockhead were pouring out with the same force as when her climax had begun, flooding the living room while also coating every surface on it. Coffee table, couch, walls and windows - John even spotted that the television across from them had caught a few errant strands as well. That wasn't even mentioning him or Christie, who were right at the center of the gooey, sexual maelstrom, most of her insane semen onslaught landing directly on them. John could barely see anything anymore with all the sperm running down his face!

He held Christie's hips firmly as she rode out her orgasm, practically for his own benefit as much as it was to make sure she didn't fall, afraid that if he didn't grab something he would be washed away in his wife's bursts of bubbling, carnal fluids. Christie remained unmoving, barely even moaning , immobilized from the euphoria wracking her body, only ragged pants and gasps escaping her plump lips. John had no idea if she was even conscious of what was going on, having never quite seen his wife in this state before.

Cum, cum, and more cum launched from her turgid lance, the pearly goop streaming out endlessly. John had lost count of just how long his wife had been cumming for, its duration beyond anything he'd seen from her previously. Christie's climax showed no signs of slowing, streamer after streamer of semen surging into the air, slathering the room – no, the entire house – with her scent, the air hotter and thicker because of the lurid miasma flowing through it; John also found himself having trouble breathing now, the viscous slime covering his nose not helping in the matter. But, like everything else about his partner, all it really did was reignite his own arousal, his member coming to life in Christie's pussy.

After untold minutes, however, her orgasm did wane; as sexually overwhelming as Christie was, she did have limits! Though her cock didn't soften in the slightest – something expected and normal for the hyper hung futanari – her rapid blasts of frothing seed started to slow, coming out in exaggerated, unbroken trickles instead. These 'trickles' were still massive in their own right, the rivers of semen leaking from her tip liable to fill up a sink's basin with startling ease, her climactic remnants shaming the load John had shot inside of her. Her leaking progeny continued to stain the wall behind them and soak into the couch, caking a multi-thick layer onto everything in its path.

As her orgasm came to an end, Christie shuddered and then collapsed .

She landed right on top of John, once more hiding his body under her massive figure; when she fell, he took his hands off her hips and wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her tightly against his chest, even though it suffocated him to do so. John stroked her cum-matted hair as she attempted to regain her faculties, murmuring incoherently in his ear between wheezes of much needed oxygen. He whispered words of affirmation as he comforted her, having never witnessed his wife so exhausted, wanting her to be as happy as possible when she returned to the world of living. They stayed like that for many long moments, the serene silence only broken by the splashes of cum dripping from the ceiling onto the lake of it on the floor.

"O-Oh God, John…" she stammered, her eyes fluttering open, "I've never… I can't believe I came so hard and just, just from you –"

"I know, honey, I was surprised too!" He chuckled wearily, "Though I have to say I'm pretty fucking proud of myself!"

" Fuck you're amazing!"

Shifting her position, she took John's face in her hands and kissed him, cum stringing their countenances together; it was a kiss he immediately returned, uncaring about the ball slime mixing in with their passionate lip-locking. Hell, after the last few months he was pretty much used to it! Moaning together, their heads twisted back and forth, making out, John still inside of Christie, Christie's cock continuing to throb – at a reduced rate and intensity – between them, the couple dead to the world once more. What else could possibly matter besides each other!?

John groaned as Christie's sex clenched down on his erect-once-more meat, letting him know she wanted more - as if there were any questions about it! In return he playfully sucked on her tongue, teasing her, treating it like he would a normal sized cock, Christie's tongue practically long and thick enough for the comparison to be an apt one. She reached up and pinched his nipples – another thing she'd taught him to enjoy – raising the stakes; unhesitantly he did the same to her, palming her huge breasts and twisting her large pink buds. They continued on like this until John pulled away from the kiss and looked at his wife, both of their cheeks flush with renewed arousal.

"Hey, Christie?" He questioned cautiously, staring into her eyes, "Did you mean what you said before?"

"Uh, I said a lot of things, baby. Which one did you mean?"

"That you… you wanted me to get you pregnant?"

Christie cooed and slowly rubbed a finger under his eye.

"I did. I–" she paused and bit her lip, "I don't think there is anyone else I could ever imagine having kids with. I've never loved anyone besides you, John. And now that we're older, with decent jobs and our own house, and… and better , I think it's the perfect time to. I've always wanted to be a mom."

There was a pregnant pause shared between them.

"Would you want to?"

"Of course! Christie, I would love to be the father of your children, because I love you . I don't think anything would make me happier. It's just, isn't it kind of difficult for futanari to get pregnant? I mean by a man, at least."

"It is, but we can keep trying. If nothing comes from it, we can look into other options. I don't know if science has figured it out, but maybe there are treatments or something we can look at that might help."

"I would try anything for you, my love!" John smiled at her, "I'm excited!"

"I am too! God, just imagine it. Us, parents . It feels like just yesterday we were still in college eating cheap burgers and sneaking into movies for dates!"

"I know, time flies!"

They giggled and kissed again, their libidos having not waned for a second, having grown impassioned instead from talking about their future together. Christie slowly ground her groin against John's, pushing his cock around in circles inside of her, wringing more pleasure from it; John used this time to grope Christie's ass, squeezing her superbly firm cheeks. While frenching each other, slobber and semen alike coating their chins, John realized they'd forgotten all about Christie's stories in their carnal fury, and he knew beyond a doubt that there were many more waiting to be told! Grinning, he pecked her on the lips and looked up at her.

"Where's your diary?" John looked to the side to see if he could spot it from around Christie's enormous figure and all the cum seeping into the couch, "I wouldn't mind hearing another story!"

Suddenly an intense flame burned behind Christie's eyes.

"Fuck the diary!" She growled, reaching under her leg to grab it and hurl it across the room, semen sliding off its cover and streaking through the air, "Story time is done . It's my turn to have some fun!"

John knew exactly what she meant.

Not given a chance to react before a whirlwind of urgent actions were made, John found himself being tossed across the couch on his back length-wise, Christie standing above him. He yelped as she lunged at him, kissing and biting at his chest, moving lower with fervent need , John helpless under her. She licked down his stomach past his lightly-furred crotch to his cock - his cock which she immediately took into her mouth! John moaned and tried to sit up as she sucked his dick like a vacuum, but was interrupted by one of her huge hands holding him down. Saliva dripped from her lips as she pounded her face down on his genitals, cleaning it of her own tangy juices and salty-sweet semen.

Her tongue darted to lap at John's balls as she inhaled his pulsing organ, her mess of blonde hair jumping on her head as she bobbed her face up and down. Accepting that he was just a plaything in his wife's hands, John laid back and moaned, putty for her to mold to her will; for someone who hadn't had any experience at blowjobs before him, Christie was fucking good at them! She barely even gagged when she took his appendage into her throat, her oral ministrations as effortless as they were skilled. He shivered as he felt spit run down the crack of his ass, knowing what was going to come next .

On cue she grabbed his ass and raised it off the couch cushions, her mouth still suctioned to his cock. Pulling off of his package and giving it a last peck, she leveled his muscled lower cheeks with her face and then plunged her head between them; John moaned and attempted to thrust upward as her tongue entered his tight starfish. She was also really damn good at this ! Though she'd fucked and toyed with his backdoor many times since she'd first fucked him, his asshole managed to stay relatively the same size - though it usually took a few hours once she was done gaping it for it to return back to normal!

Expertly, Christie slid her tongue around his depths, lubricating it for what was to come. Keeping him aloft with just one hand, she stuck two fingers in next to her tongue without warming up first – he didn't much need it by this point! Stretching his rim out, she let all the drool she'd accumulated from blowing and kissing him pour into his ass, greasing his hole. Swiftly, Christie inserted another digit and used it to travel through his insides until she found his prostate; upon reaching it, she pressed the tip of her finger against it and made a circular motion, stimulating his cock without touching it!

"Shit, you're fucking good at that, Chris!"

Smiling with her tongue poking from her lips, Christie continued to make out with her husband's asshole, loving the taste of his rear; the flavor was a mix of sweat, her cum, and him . His own personal seasoning was one she could never get enough of, better than any pussy she'd put her mouth on in the past! Christie couldn't help but moan herself as she spit-shined John's backdoor, a fourth finger pushed into him somewhere in the process, his cock and balls pulsating on the top of her head, her own genitalia curving across the front of the couch, waiting for its turn with the hole she was eating.

She ate John out for a few more minutes, making sure he was as wet and stretched as possible before she fucked him. When she finally came up for air, she smirked at him and continued to hold up his ass, kneading her fingers into his cheeks; he wasn't looking back at her, an arm thrown over his eyes as he panted and groaned. Shuffling backward on the couch, her engorged, sperm-swollen testicles sitting in front of her bent knees, her cock sticking out in front of her, extending above John's leg-span all the way to his chest, casting a long shadow across his body, she got into the proper position. Grabbing her shaft, she smacked it down onto him several times, waking him from his reverie.

"Yeah, you like my huge fucking cock, baby!?" She sneered as she watched him ogle its up and down flailing, "Want this big fucking thing inside of you?"

"I do, Christie, you know I want it!" He gasped back at her, his hands reaching out to cradle her still-leaking cockhead, "Please fuck me baby! Stuff me with your cock! Fill my ass with your cum!"

"I'm gonna fuck you like all those sluts in college! Gonna fucking ruin you! Leave your ass so stretched that everyone will know you're mine!"

"Do it! I can take it!"

Letting out a menacing growl at John's unintentional challenge, she slid backward to the other end of the couch, only stopping for a moment when her glans rubbed against her husband's junk; just the tip of her destructive spear was bigger than his entire endowment, his cock and balls hidden under her mushroom-shaped cockhead. She used her red, fleshy crown to bully his full package, battering it around and flattening it against his crotch. All John could do was kick out and moan, rendered powerless by his own lust and his wife's uncontrollable libido, his hands grabbing at the couch cushions like getting a grip on them might help him survive .

Having gotten her fill of teasing her husband, Christie slid back once more until her cock splashed down between John's legs; she rutted against the semen-sodden cushions, giving her member a final, extra bit of lubrication. Then she nudged herself forward until her glans lifted John's sack up and her cockhead was nestled between his saliva-coated ass. She slowly pushed her hips out until her urethra was kissing John's hole, more rivulets of her virile essence running across it, giving it the same sloppy appearance the rest of his body had, scarcely an inch of his tanned skin unblemished by her previous load. Christie moaned quietly to herself as she felt his orgasmic remnants pour from her pussy.

"Here we go, baby!" She reached and snagged his ankles in her fingers, angling him against her voracious appendage, "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you beg for mercy!"

"I can take it!" He repeated, wiggling his hips against her fleshy helmet, "Just give it to me!"

"We'll see about that."

Unceremoniously, Christie thrust into her husband, roughly shoving her whole cockhead into him. John's back arched at the moment of penetration, a half-scream escaping from somewhere under the mask of progeny he wore, his hands going to his own cock to help him bare the initial pain that came with getting fucked by his wife's supersized member. Christie pulled him towards herself by his feet like she was coiling up a length of rope, sliding him through the swamp of semen and pushing more of it onto the ground. The first insanely girthy inches of her shaft plunged into his backdoor, the massive arteries marbling it gaping his rim further, all in the name of her pleasure!

Cum dripped from Christie's figure and hair as she made shallow pistons into John, her huge breasts bouncing on her chest, her balls rumbling between them. Unlike with the women she fucked in college – besides maybe Jennifer – she didn't have to go slow, her husband as accustomed to her grandiose size as anyone possibly could be; this didn't mean it was easy going, her shaft and tip still re-gaping him all the same. She also knew that John loved being fucked by her enormous rod, and that her venous shaft was already pushing against his pleasure spot, the ecstasy he was experiencing near-unfathomable. He was just the perfect partner for her!

Everything about him seemed to be made for her, really. The fact he could actually accommodate her enormity, that he actually got off from being fucked in ass, and, most importantly, that he was still John no matter how many times she ravaged him! Christie had nightmares about it occasionally, ones in which John ended up like her freshman year roommate and lost all ambition or desire to live his own life - left as nothing but a drooling servant for her to treat like a fleshlight. But that never happened, and thank God it didn't! She didn't know what she'd do if she broke the one man to ever love her!

"Like when I fuck you like a bitch?" She asked, half-concerned by her ever-present worries, half from her dominant, overwhelmingly horny state, "You like when your own wife sluts you out and wrecks your ass!?"

John could only gurgle in response, his head facing the other way, his body shaking against the unnatural intrusion invading it.

"That's what I fucking thought !"

She pulled him farther and father down her shaft, his asshole snug around her massive member. With how quickly she was piling her meat inside of him, the usual outline of her cock was already making its regular appearance in his stomach, morphing his toned abdomen into the shape of her monstrosity; her eyes automatically went straight to this distension, watching as it squirmed around under his skin. Christie used this to judge how deep she was inside of him - and what she saw let her know she wasn't deep enough . Grunting, she pumped her hips forward again, the imprint of her colossus barreling towards John's chest.

The couch was once more rattling under them, this time from her forceful fucking. She considered for a second if she should move their disturbing form of love-making to the bedroom, but quickly realized that it was far too late for that - the only thing keeping her cock from her husband's hole would be the most dire of emergencies! No, if the couch broke then so be it! She could always just buy another! Smirking to herself, she thundered her rod even deeper into her partner, her hands now gripping his thighs, his body nearly close enough for her to really plow him.

Precum squirted from around John's gaped backdoor, billows of ball brew shooting out where Christie's cock was brutalizing his rim; at the same time waves from the cum already drenching the couch pounded back onto his hole, leaving it reddened and sloppy . Christie loved to see him like this, loved seeing the physical proof that he was all hers in every way that he could be! Her heart thumped in her chest as much from affection as arousal, her adoration for her husband never stronger than when they were inside of each other - it didn't matter he was fucking her or if it was the other way around, she felt the same, strong emotions regardless.

John, however, was feeling emotions of a different kind.

He never knew why he told Christie he could handle her the way he had - something he'd been saying more and more lately for some reason. Sex when she was the one on top, so to speak, was overwhelming , coherents thought barely present in his fuck-addled mind; maybe he was because he knew she enjoyed when he challenged her like that, or possible because he was secretly some kind of masochist who liked being sexually-roughed in the manner only his wife could provide. While he never regretted it, he always found himself questioning his choices when Christie's mega-sized member was rampaging through him!

All of his senses were dulled, replaced by incomprehensible pleasure ; it was like his entire being was centered on his asshole and what his wife was doing to it. Immeasurable shocks of ecstasy coursed through him as her titanic shaft beat against his prostate and stretched his ass in ways it was never meant to, the sensation of being so packed full of throbbing futa meat as amazing as the actual stimulation he was on the receiving end of. To add to these awesome sensations he furiously masturbated while being fucked, his fist flying up and down his member, pre leaking down his fingers.

Huffing and puffing as his body was violently shaken from the ramming coming from the other end of it, John could sense his own orgasm approaching - the first of many his wife would give him if their previous sexual sessions were anything to go by! He could feel her cock bulging the flesh on his torso, Christie's bestial member stretching and lengthening his bowels to make room for its humongousness with each piston she made into his ass; it just kept creeping deeper and deeper into him, nothing able to halt its punishing progression. John's anus already hurt from how swiftly and unforgivingly Christie was fucking him, but the pain was mixed with the most delicious kind of pleasure, a kind he could never get enough of.

His member throbbed in his hands, his ballsack tightening at the same time. Letting out a quaking groan, John thrust into his fist – aided by Christie's constant pistons – his other hand tearing at the slime-riddled cushions, his head whipping back and forth. Though he was sure she could see that he was about to cum, she didn't let up for even a second; if anything she fucked him harder like she was trying to push the sperm out of his balls through his ass. And it was working! Launching into his orgasm, semen flew out of his pink tip and landed on his dick-distended belly, adding to the progeny his wife had previously sprayed all over him.

"Yes! Cum for me John!" Christie encouraged him, her focus changing to his spraying member, "Cum like the slut you are! Let me see you shoot your load! Do it for me !"

Christie ogled her husband as he climaxed purely from how good she made him feel with her cock; he wasn't able to muster a rebuttal, his moans only growing in volume and rapidity in response. She was just too far away to grab his shaft and help him so she rutted against him faster instead, picking up her pace, reaching a furious rate of back and forth slamming. Leering at his orgasm from start to finish, she licked her lips, wishing his load was inside of her instead of being wasted like it was. Oh well, there would be time for that later!

Readjusting her grip on John's thighs, she brought them up so that his feet were nudged against her mountainous traps, now able to hunch forward slightly, growing nearer and nearer to him. Shoveling further inches that were steadily becoming feet of cock into his bruised backdoor, Christie's gravid, taut scrotum began to bounce against the couch in front of her, breaking the furniture even more than it probably already was! But she didn't care - all she wanted was to cum inside of her husband to see his stomach inflate with her swimmers and make him pass out from pleasure! Something she was amazing at, if she had to say so herself.

His insides clutched her member like it never wanted it to leave, constantly clamping down on her shaft, pulling her cock in deeper all on its own. She wasn't sure if John knew that he was even doing it, but she appreciated it nonetheless! Her massive serpent scraped through his inner walls with each thrust, digging out the pre caking his depths only to spray much more into him at the same time; by now the outline of her third leg was disappearing under his slowly forming cum-gut, the quantity of sperm she drizzled into his bowels voluminous enough to bloat him all on its own! But it was nothing but a drop in the ocean for what was to come, the loads she unleashed into her husband always the most massive she managed to expel.

"A-Am I–"

John attempted to speak but a howl echoing from his throat interrupted him.

"What's that baby?"

It took several seconds for him to try and talk again.

"Am I…" His head managed to lift to look at his wife, "Am I better than the, the girls you fucked in college?"

Christie almost stopped dead in her tracks from the out-of-nowhere question.

"Of course!" She yelled back at him, almost angrily , "You're the best fuck of my life ! I don't want– no, I don't need to fuck anyone else when I have you, John! I would take back all of the sex I had in my life if it meant only having you instead! Don't ever fucking question how much I love fucking you! How much I love you!"

John gurgled happily, his head falling to its original position.

"You're mine ! The only person that matters to me! I can't believe you would even ask that!"

Enraged by her husband's questioning of her devotion to him – though she knew somewhere deep down that he didn't mean it in that way – Christie ramped up her fervent fucking. Like she was being spurred on by her anger she suddenly reamed her cock a full, fresh extra foot into his asshole, practically leaping across the couch to do so; she snarled as she witnessed the imprint of her member shoot up to his neck, punching at the beginnings of his throat from the inside. Sometimes she wished she wasn't so damn thick so she could get her extremity all the way through him - if that was even possible!

Now with just about half of her terrifying length sheathed into John's body, she hunched over him so she was smothering his figure with her own. Still rampaging her ridiculous endowment in and out of him, she took her hands off his thighs and grabbed his face, jerking his head up so he was looking right at her; well, so he was nearly looking right at her! John's eyes were rolling around in their sockets, unable to focus on anything for more than a few seconds. Lord it made her so happy to see the effects her cock had on him! Though he was scarcely cognizant of what was going on, Christie kissed him anyway, slipping her tongue into his mouth, their lips squishing together in a passionate embrace.

Her body jerked wildly on top of his as she kissed her barely-present lover. She didn't halt her constant hammering of John's depths as she dominated a second part of him, his organs wrapping around more and more of her colossal bitch breaker; Christie could feel her skin-gloved member sliding against her torso with each thrust she made into her husband, along with the unique sensation of her viscous pre bloating his abdomen. Making out with him for minute after minute, she only pulled away when she had to take a breath, allowing her to see the stupid, elated expression on John's face.

It was time to get serious!

"Hold on baby, I'm gonna really turn you inside out now!"

Sitting back on her heels, Christie planted her palms on John's hips and squeezed them, bruises in the shape of her meaty fingers sure to form once they were finished. She shoveled her cock into him until it reached the same depths as before and the swell of her shaft and glans were present below his neck again. Angling her hips, she poked her member upward so it was pointed at the ceiling; this lifted John's entire body as well, the skin on his torso following her oversized organ. Christie took a deep breath, shimmied her hips, and then drove her meaty hammer forward without pulling any out first.

Rocketing skyward, Christie's cock jutted into air, bringing John's chest-flesh with it; in this new position she was able to fuck him freely and not have to worry about unintentionally harming him. Like she was picking up right where she'd left off, she went to work rampaging her brutal bludgeon in and out of him, her hips picking up the same superhuman, blur-like speed they'd reached previously. Christie was able to maintain this pace like it was the easiest thing for her to do, her years and thousands of previous partners making the sexual-motion as natural as breathing to her. There were plenty of benefits to being so experienced!

As she battered and bruised John's internals, his dick hardened again, taking on a painful red appearance as it bounced and thwacked off of his futanari-fuck-stick-distended stomach, priming itself for another orgasm; with every ounce of strength sapped from his body, John's arms limply flailed at his sides, splashing the rising level of virile muck Christie had left on the couch around. Similarly, his legs swayed against Christie's shoulders, only stopped from flopping by her intense musculature keeping them in place. His head dangled above the couch, his expression lacking awareness of anything happening around or to him.

Christie let out an appreciative moan as John came again, his load coming out in long ropes that nearly reached his own face from the strength of his climax. Like it always did, this just made her fuck him with renewed fury - there wasn't anything much better than knowing how much pleasure she brought her husband! The member-molded tent in his skin reached higher and higher above him, Christie forcing more of her monstrosity into his ass, her bloated shaft pummeling through his depths, remodeling his insides in the shape of itself, spurting quarts of seed all the while.

"Fuck yeah you take me so well, John!" Christie threw her head back as she bucked into him, her eyes closed so the cum still dripping from the ceiling didn't fall into them, "You're the fucking best , baby. I don't want to ever fuck anyone else! It's all for you - I'm all for you!"

Their bodies partially collided together in the few places that they met, only the power of Christie's unrelenting pistons stopping them from sticking together. Sheets of semen fell from their figures, shaken off by their constant bucking, messing the couch and floor even more than it already was. When a part of Christie did strike John – usually her thighs or balls hitting the underside of his legs – it created a wet, thudding sound that echoed through the living room, one that combined with the splashing of her seed beneath them to create a lurid raucous ; if she hadn't fucked like half of the neighborhood, their neighbors probably would have thought someone was being butchered in their home!

Slowly but surely, Christie was nearing her apex. She could feel the familiar bubbling in her balls, the gurgling reverberating from them growing louder and louder, their sperm-production inflating them to the degree that they were wider than her own massive torso. If she wasn't so used to hauling them around and fucking with them in the way, they would have been an annoyance! Instead, she was able to relish in their audible announcement of her coming climax, emboldened by the knowledge she was going to be seeing John in one of her favorite appearances: covered and insanely swollen with her unforgiving load!

Panting from the exertion of fucking her husband for so long and roughly , Christie put her all into the last few minutes she knew she had left before she exploded inside of him. Her head turned to look at where the thick, tremendous terror she called her cock spread and gaped his asshole, focusing on that part of him before she came. It was red and swollen from being battered so viciously, and some of his smooth canal left his rear whenever she yanked her hips back, sucking on her shaft like a pair of lips; she made sure to never actually prolapse his ass, fearful that that might be too much for him!

She moaned as the mighty arteries lacing her member yanked on his pulverized rim, each snag just bringing her more pleasure. Her cock was coated in her own pre, hidden beneath a layer of pearly goo, further pile s of semen falling off of it; John's ass looked positively sloppy , scarcely any of its scarlet-hue visible beneath cum crusted onto it. His firm, lower cheeks wobbled and compressed around her member, clutching her ramrod tightly, not letting her monolithic, throbbing column out of its grip for even a moment. He was so good to her, the perfect cocksleeve for her dick - even if he didn't know it!

Finally, Christie had reached her limits.

"Here it comes! Be a good boy and take my fucking load! Let it fill you up until it comes out of your mouth! Fuck!"

Looking from John's annihilated asshole to the spearing of his torso-flesh, Christie let out a gasp as her sack tightened and her cock gained even more steely-hardness, growing a few, extra inches. Her urethra swelled to make space for the gallons of cum that would soon race up its length, fattening until it was nearly as wide as the rest of her shaft. Muscles tightening, she couldn't help but flex all of them, gigantic hills and slabs of muscle bulging out across her figure; they veined-up as well, the blue-and-purple tubes appearing and stretching against her skin. Now fully prepared to orgasm, Christie gave several, last ruts into her husband, forcing every last section of cock she could through him.

With a particularly feminine cry, Christie came. Her lips pursed and her eyes teared up, her body quivering down to her curled-toes as the start of her load unleashed itself into her husband; she was hardly even able to glance in his direction as he was immediately inflated, orgasm-induced ecstasy numbing her mind. When she did manage to catch a glimpse she moaned loudly at the sight of John's stomach deforming due to her devastating dousing of dense dick deluge, his belly ballooning. She'd seen it many times before, but it never faltered in making her arousal skyrocket!

She shook against him as her cock pumped out ludicrous quantities of cum directly into her husband's bowels. Before her eyes his stomach expanded more and more, overtaking the outline of her member in mere seconds , surpassing what would be equivalent to appearing pregnant just as quickly. Her salacious, slimy sperm sprayed tirelessly, her streams unbroken, melting into each other so that it felt like she was pissing seed - and all of it went straight into John! Some of her tremendous load managed to slip out of his worn-out asshole and gush onto the couch, but the vast majority of it stayed inside of him. At least for now!

Though she couldn't see John's face, hidden as it was behind his the engorging enormity that was his midsection, she knew there was a singular inevitably when she unloaded inside of him. Eventually, her cum would shoot out of his mouth, her orgasms so voluminous and lengthy it would be forced to evacuate out of him through the one orifice it could. She didn't hear the sound of it occurring, and she was momentarily distracted by her husband's third penetrative climax anyway, his cock now only managing a few pitiful dribbles of semen before finally going soft.

Oh, there it was!

Right on time a geyser of semen rocketed from John's lips; this she could see, the eruption of her virile progeny shooting straight up into the air. Even with her cum departing from another one of his holes, the rising size of his stomach didn't diminish, the excess expulsion scarcely making a dent in his liquid growth. And Christie wasn't close to finishing by a long shot ! She still had quite a bit of sperm left in her balls, needing continuous minutes just to feel close to satiated! Sadly, Christie knew that she wouldn't be able to unleash the entirety of her torrent into her partner, and began the arduous process of pulling out of his ass.

With every inch of cock she removed from John's backdoor, a massive outpouring of semen followed. A flood of cum gushed from his gaping ass, spilling onto the couch and Christie's legs and scrotum, practically steaming from its burning hot temperature. Through the full duration of her exit from John's body, her member didn't stop blowing him up from the inside, his stomach beyond obese, nearly concerning it had enlarged so much; she knew, however, that he could take it, and that his bodily limits were far from reached. Christie had to step off the couch to completely remove herself from her husband, her inflated glans giving a last yank on his ruined rim before it popped into the semen-warmed air.

It took her a moment to steady herself, her body wavering back and forth weakly before she managed to get a grip - in more ways than one! Her hands went straight to her shaft to jerk it over John's semen-deformed figure; immediately she painted his outside to mirror his insides, spraying him down with the rest of her viscous climax. Cum launched from her giant glans onto his body, most of it aimed at his expanded stomach, covering it along with the rest of him. Christie grunted and moaned as she thrust into her own fists, pushing out salvo after creamy salvo of sticky semen onto her life partner, saturating him in her unholy ambrosia.

"Oh yeah baby, take my load. Get drenched in my fucking cum!"

John didn't have much choice in the matter!

Completely passed out as he was, he was left to lie there limply and do as his wife said; he'd lost consciousness long before she ventilated her gallons of semen into him, pleasure cracking his mind until the rest of his body gave up trying to stay awake. He still moaned when he could, Christie's gut-distending volume of seed continuing to launch from his lips and splash back down onto his face, aiding her in encasing him in her cum. There was no part of him that understood what was happening on anything more than the most primal, basic of levels.

Beams of ball brew bombarded John's body, basting him and his bulbous, bountiful belly under layers of futa juice. Christie swung her cock around, lashing her husband with whips of seed; even when her cum didn't come out in long, massive streams, the ropes it shot instead were taller than even she was! She quickly covered the section of the living room they were in, leaving nothing unburdened by her countless salvos of progeny, plastering her vicinity in the striking image of her virility. Down by her ankles her gravid globes quaked as they injected their slimy concoction into her cock, knocking together like a pair of wrecking balls.

Over and over and over again – and again after that – Christie hosed John down. She'd covered him head to toe many times by now, countless layers of cock cream creating a coagulated case around his figure. Trying not to tire from the sapping-nature of her orgasm, Christie steeled herself, pumping out as much of the rest of her load as she could, grunting and flexing her member in an attempt to force the remaining flood of syrup out of it, losing track of how long she'd been cumming for. It wasn't always a blessing to have such monumental, intense climaxes!

More minutes passed before her gooey explosion even started to die down.

Though she was technically still cumming, Christie was ready to move on. Stretching her arms and legs first, she sighed wearily before turning her attention back to John - or at least where she hoped John was! She chuckled to herself upon viewing the mass of cum that had replaced her husband, a person-tall mountain of potent magma utterly hiding him from view. Angling her hips away from him so that more strands of semen didn't reach him before she did, she trudged over to John, her large feet splashing through the ankle-high swamp of sperm swishing over the floor; it didn't take a genius to know her flood of fuck fluid had spread into other parts of the house, a blind man able to see it with perfectly clarity.

Pushing the heap of her own cum off of her passed-out partner, Christie noticed the couch had indeed broken, the duress of her powerful pistoning too much for it to handle; the legs on the side of the couch John was laying on were bent into twisted shapes, and Christie had no doubt that other parts of it not visible were likely also destroyed. A problem for another time! After shoveling her flurry of futanari frosting out of the way, she finally found John under it all, looking as hot and sexy as he always did. Maybe even more so with all the sperm he was wearing!

Cum leaked from his panting lips, and his stomach looked like he'd swallowed a preteen - but he looked fine besides that! Brushing her load off of his face first, she bent down and planted a loving smooch on his forehead; John stirred slightly at her touch, and mumbled something she couldn't understand, only able to make out the words 'love' and her own name. Cooing at how affectionate he was even in such a debauched state, she snaked her arms under his body and lifted him up, cradling him against her chest. Christie kissed his face again and again as she carried him princess-style from the living room towards the bedroom, her massively erect cock bobbing in front of her, leading the way as it gushed semen onto the floor.

They could continue the rest of their fun in bed!

…

Several days later.

John and Christie were both off work, and she was currently cooking her special chili she had promised to make him on the weekend before they'd gotten distracted . She was humming to herself and stirring an enormous pot of meat and spices, Moon-pierced darkness peeking through the kitchen window. John was laying on their new couch - the third they'd had to buy in nearly as many months – and was thumbing through Christie's diary; miraculously, it had stayed mostly intact after being caught in their sexual turbulence! It had probably been saved when Christie chucked it across the room.

Though he only partially understood what was looking at, he found it enthralling regardless, the sheer amount of tallies and names boggling his brain. Christ his wife got around! Many of the places he recognized, John smirking and shaking his head as he read through restaurants and areas of the college Christie had notched another mark in her bedpost at. He glanced at the dates as he did, trying to remember where he was all those years ago - though this proved mostly fruitless. Those days all sort of blended together after a while!

Eventually he reached the end of the diary, and the lack of any kind of conclusion or final note left him scratching his head. Was there some reason she had stopped? Did she just forget or give up when her number of conquests grew too large? Could there be a second diary tucked away somewhere in their garbage heap of a garage? He read the page before it over and over again, trying to figure out this mystery, not seeing anything out of the ordinary on any of the entries that neared the end. Giving up, he called out to the owner of said-diary.

"Hey Chris!"

"What's up, babe?" She appeared from around the corner of the kitchen, her 'Kiss The Cook' apron swaying against her muscled figure, "Did you need something?"

"No, I was just wondering why you stopped writing in your diary. Did something happen, or did you like, start a new one?"

"You mean you can't figure out why?"

"Uhh, no? Should I be able to…?"

"John," She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, a stirring-stick sticking out of one of her fists, "look at the date on the last entry. What happened the next day?"

John squinted at the page like he had already, the cogs in his brain turning.

"Christie I have no fucking idea!" He relented, defeated, "Can you just tell me?"

"I swear, you can be such a man sometimes!" Christie shook her head and gave him that look , "Baby, you asked me out on the next day! It's the anniversary of when we started dating! God, you can be so dense sometimes!"

He looked back down at the page, his eyes bulging in their sockets. From his peripherals he could see his wife smirk and wander back into the kitchen to finish making dinner, clearly amused by her husband's realization. He could just fucking punch himself! How could he forget something like that!? It was their anniversary for most of their relationship. Setting the diary down on the couch, he put his head in hands and sighed, mad at himself - he was going to have to make this up to Christie somehow, wasn't he? Getting up, he half-ran to the kitchen, deciding that helping her with the cooking was at least a start !

Maybe he'd surprise her with flowers tomorrow when she got home from work…