I would also like to repost, here, some of my older material. I have stuff on my old blog (now private) that you all might like to see reposted here, plus stuff from Keisha's site, and a story at Alternate Sex Stories Text Repository. Let me know what stuff you all might be interested in my reposting here.
For now, I think I will continue with "Possessions", the first installment having been reposted last August on this blog. This is the second part of the first chapter.
For those of you unfamiliar with "Possessions", be fore-warned: it is rather dark, and this part of this chapter includes a scene with Tara's breasts exploding. The warning is because I know there many of you who prefer not to read such scenes.
Possessions
by
Shadowmuse-Blown
Book One: "Tara"
Book One: "Tara"
Chapter 1 (continued)
Basketball-sized, now, she grinned with delight. This is so insane! How will I get about day to day? But I must make him cum! “Bigger baby! Make me bigger! I want to feel you pump me!” It was difficult, but she tried to increase her rhythm as she rode him. She was up to a furious pace now, determined to have him orgasm inside her before… Before what? How big would he pump her? How big could he pump her? A few moments ago, she’d thought that basketball-sized was bigger than anything. She had no idea how it was possible that her tits were expanding at such an incredible rate, but she knew that physics had to stop the process at some point! What was her maximum size possible? Could she possibly…explode… if he pumped her too much? Or was there some sort of safety-valve that prevented such a thing?
And still her Herculean dirigibles swelled larger and larger. His hands were on either side of her growing spheres, feeling them expand as they were filled. He was groaning loudly now.
“Oh, baby…” he grunted. “Oh yeah… you’re so big… yeahhhh…”
And so heavy! Tara worried that she might crush him or smother him, yet her balloons of flesh were now so big, she doubted her ability to sit upright. The size of medicine balls now—perhaps 14” (35cm) across—her Jupiters just kept swelling bigger and fuller and larger, continuing to push her face away from his, which she could no longer see. They ached with the ferocity of their expansion. Her torso moved up and down as she rode his teeming cock, but her heavy potato sacks remained on his chest: so round and immense. How could these planets be her breasts? They bobbed about in reaction to her strokes, but they no longer flopped and undulated the way her breasts did when they were K-cup-sized, that was for sure.
Part of her loved it: Kal’s super-titted love slave! She would be his balloon-titted kept whore and she would be so happy!
She heard him scream with ecstasy as his fingers attempted to dig into her taut orbs of lust. His pelvis bucked up into her hard and she knew that she was finally big enough.
“Oh, honey!” she cried, her clit exploding as he rammed his iron rod up inside her, “Pump me! Pump me! Oh, yeah! Fill me with your cum, honey!” She felt his semen gush out of her box, streaming down her legs as his rocket exploded again and again. Holy shit! He’s cumming like a fire hose! How could any man ejaculate so much, so FAST!
His hands were all over her jumbo monoliths, his organ unable to resist the sheer size of her majestic glands of desire.
Tara felt tears pouring down her cheeks while she screamed with each orgasmic flash as his missile thrust up into her again and again, unloading copious amounts of cum within her. She had never had such intense orgasms as these! She was so happy and so lost in the sexual frenzy as she pleased the man beneath her.
How long their orgasms lasted, she had no idea, but when his sharp thrusts subsided and she no longer heard him grunting, no longer felt his fingernails claw her mighty mountains of hyper-pumped flesh, then her own orgasms faded and she gulped in huge quantities of air as she panted, her lungs feeling the presence of a mighty wall of flesh in front of it that was her bosom.
The remote! Was she still expanding? For an instant she panicked, but then instantly realized that Kal must have somehow remembered to shut off the remote when he came. She looked out over her new horizon at the twin mounds and the deep valley that now sat before her. They didn’t appear to be much bigger than when he had exploded inside her. They rose and fell rapidly, though, and she realized that this was due to Kal’s breathing.
“Kal?” she asked, looking around, as if she’d find him sitting elsewhere in the room. For the first time, she realized that the room was surrounded with mirrors. She looked above the headboard to see a canted one reflecting an upside down Kal, his head just poking above two enormous round flesh-colored balloons with massive two-inch spigots from which the clear tubes projected.
“I’m still alive,” he laughed and her twin globes quaked.
“Aren’t I crushing you?” she asked, only now realizing that tits this size should be too heavy for him to breath easily.
“You’re very heavy, my sweet,” he laughed again. “So wonderfully, deliciously, heavy. But not as heavy as you might be had we filled you with saline.”
“The elixir?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s more of a heavy, dense foam, than a liquid. Yet, it flows like a liquid. The net effect is that your wonderful, wonderful tits are far lighter than they would be if the elixir was simply liquid. Try getting up.”
She did, straightening her back. Her impossibly huge boobs were heavy, very heavy, but she could lift them. They tugged at the skin and muscle of her torso, but she could manage it—for now. She rose up off his still hard cock and as she tilted her torso to one side, she immediately lost balance. Her super massive juggernauts pulled her over like twin sacks of flour and she went crashing to the mattress.
“Holy shit,” he said, in awe of the sight.
“No, it’s okay,” she said, laughing—struggling to sit up again with the heavy twin weights. “I’m okay.”
“No,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows, his shaft rigid and red, “I meant, you look so awesome bobbin’ about like that with those breasts!”
She grinned broadly. He was so taken with her now. She sat beside him, having managed to sit up with her legs folded beneath her, her gargantuan breasts facing the headboard, always pulling downward with their great weight. Such a mighty mass of flesh before her now! She looked at his cock and was surprised to find it not only erect, but even larger than before! Easily a good ten inches—or 25 centimeters—in length, it throbbed, its head growing a deeper scarlet as she watched.
He leaned toward her, slightly, on his left elbow, so that he could stroke the massive curve of her left breast.
She watched his face, now. He was clearly transfixed by her size, his cock growing more and more excited by the second. She was elated! It was all how she wanted it to be: he couldn’t help himself now. She was so big that it drove him crazy with desire and that made her deeply happy and excited.
“Am I big enough for you now?” she teased, shaking her shoulders so that her Brobdingnagian balloons bobbled slightly before him.
He laughed, which she assumed meant ‘yes’.
“Your bigger now, too, Kal,” she said, making him glance at his own pulsing warhead. It was already bubbling with precum.
“That’s because you’re bigger,” he replied, looking to her face for the first time since their massive duel explosions. “The bigger you get, the more excited I become, literally. When you were a K cup, you were big enough to get me hard. Once you passed basketball-size, you grew into the realm of being big enough to excite me to orgasm. The more excited I become, the larger my cock gets.”
“You’re enormous!” she remarked, studying his bloated dome, precum freely flowing now. “I’m glad I could make you pump up to your full size!”
He smiled, condescendingly, which she misread to mean, “thank-you,” or some such. He got up on his knees before her, his pulsating pole resting in her deep cleavage. Precum oozed down between her massive blimps.
She stroked his member, making it jump in response and making him sigh.
While copious amounts of precum lubricated the chasm between her insanely pumped wonders, he tweaked her now two-inch-long nipples and extracted the chrome needles.
She sighed as each was removed and placed aside, but she noticed, in the mirrors, that her nipples remained at their now larger state: two-inches long by three-quarter inches wide (or over 5cm long by nearly 2cm wide).
Once he had removed the needles and tubing and placed them aside, he pulled back to put his cockhead directly before and between her supertankers of lust. Reaching down and holding the outsides of her blimps, precum pooled at his cocktip as he began to slowly push his dome between her leviathans.
She looked up at his face, which was intently watching her swollen udders as he sank between them. “Oh yeah, honey: fuck my tits…” she cooed. She was so big now that he could sink his entire ten-inch length between her zeppelins and not come anywhere near her ribcage. He slipped in easily, the way made slick with his own precum.
“Ooooooh…” he moaned, as he impaled her cleavage to the hilt with his flesh-sword. He bent down to kiss her, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, as he began to pump his flesh between her impossibly huge boomers. His kissing was interrupted often by grunts of pleasure where his tongue’s action would freeze as he enjoyed the delicious sensations emanating from his ultra-hard cock.
Tara took advantage of those moments by shoving her tongue into his mouth as deeply as she could, making him shake and moan all the more.
Soon, he was pumping her massive mountains furiously, his mouth wide open to allow her to play with her tongue, at will, within his mouth. He was groaning continually now and she knew he was getting close. His hands clasped her hyper-distended breasts as tightly as he could, forcing them tight around his shaft, each of his inward strokes causing her already overpumped balloons to bulge even more insanely with the pressure.
Tara’s torso reverberated back and forth in response to his heavy thrusts to her teeming dirigibles. She tried to steady herself with her arms, but she could barely touch the mattress. Her tongue was out of his mouth more than in it as he flailed her overblown tankers with ferocity. The only reason she didn’t fall over was due to his tight hold on her burgeoning balloons.
“Pump me!” she tried to scream. “Cum… between… my tits!” she cried between bouts of trying to shove her tongue up into his mouth before his next forceful thrust would crash into her breasts, forcing her torso back only to be jerked forward once again. She tried to shout each time she was forced back and tried to slip her tongue back into his mouth each time she came forward. It was a mad, dizzying game that made her feel like a ragdoll strapped to two balloons that were constantly slammed. As his pounding continued, she found herself less able to get her tongue into his mouth and, worried that their teeth might clash, she gave up, letting herself be tossed about by his insane thrusting. “Pump me… honey!” she cried. “Let me... feel you… GUSH!”
Finally, when she was beginning to worry that she might black out, he gave one last final thrust and she heard him groan deeply as she felt his warm juices explode between her mighty superstuffed fleshbags.
“Oh YEAH!” she cried, laughing with excitement at the force of his orgasm. Seemingly quarts of semen seemed to explode from beneath her pumped tubs of flesh, running down her belly and splattering everywhere, even pooling up within her cleavage. “Pump my big fat titties, honey! Pump ‘em full of cum!”
She had said that very thing many times before to men, except that they had never been nearly as big as Kal and she had only been a D cup, then. She was used to using her body to get what she wanted. She had fucked several of her bosses to advance her career as an advertising exec and had fucked and used men whenever there was something in it for her. She knew what she was: a user and she was damn good at it. But now she’d found the ultimate man who was using her and she didn’t mind it a bit. He was the perfect man for her: filthy rich and she would do what she needed to make him want her so that she could be comfortably set for life. But this man was far different than any other she’d come across. This was the first man she seemed to care about and she wasn’t quite sure why. Was it because he’d come to her aid when she found out that her tits had quite suddenly expanded for no known reason? Could it simply be that it was because he was so damn good looking? Because he was hung like an elephant and came like a fire hose? She didn’t know, but she felt herself, not only deeply attracted to him, but also beginning to feel something else… Love?
He reared back his head as he cried aloud from the intensity of his orgasm. It frightened her quite a bit as he continued to unload buckets of cum between her massive pontoons. How could he possibly have this much cum left to pump, she wondered? Especially after unloading so much just minutes before inside her? But soon her unease was replaced with a warm joy as she knew that it was her body that was making him feel so enraptured. She knew that that was what she wanted to do: make him excited and make him cum. She would live for it and revel in it and enjoy his lust in her. She didn’t know why he chose her for his consort, but she was glad he had. He filled her with such desire and love that she knew she’d let him do anything to her if it meant his happiness. A life of luxury was hers. Her ship had come in. And, boy! Was it ever cumming!
—
Tara awoke much the way she had done the day before: in his kingsize bed beneath satin sheets, the sun glinting off the high-rise apartment buildings outside. After Kal had finished his massive orgasm between her super-colossal breasts, he’d fetched some sweet champagne to share with her even while she was still dripping from his copious goo. It had seemed odd to her, but she had clinked glasses with him—his member restiffening as he looked at her semen-glazed corpulent spheres—and downed her glass.
“To your new breasts,” he had said in toast, to which she had grinned broadly.
She remembered nothing more. Had the champagne been drugged? Why?
Everything was clean now and she was naked. She had been sleeping on her side, her outrageous chest resting before her on the mattress, covered in satin, too. She smiled upon seeing it: so fucking big! She loved it. But as she struggled to sit up, she realized two things, immediately. Her breasts were now slightly smaller, perhaps a foot in diameter, each (or 30 centimeters) and they were far heavier! Pressing her fingers into her breast flesh, she noted that their consistency felt different, too. Not spongy and tight any longer, but kind of thick feeling, as if they were filled with a far denser material than the foamlike stuff Kal had said had been pumped into her.
“Kal?” she called as she threw her legs over the side of the bed to sit upright at its edge. Damn! Her boobs were so fucking heavy! They felt like leaden weights now compared to yesterday. She barely managed to sit upright. They tugged painfully at her torso.
He appeared at the doorway, simply wearing black satin boxers. They tented instantly at the sight of her.
She smiled, deeply.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
“Well, aside from my boobs feeling heavier, yeah,” she replied.
He nodded, stepping up beside her and stroking her left breast lightly with his fingertips. His boner was tenting the boxers outrageously now.
“What happened?” she asked. “Did I black out?”
He smiled faintly. “Yes, I’m sorry. I gave you a mild sedative. I was concerned about the size of your breasts, that we might’ve pumped them too large, too fast. I had a mobile bed brought in and had you brought down to Tianli to make sure that you were okay.”
“Doctor Chin is in this same building?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes,” he replied. “She said that we had pushed you close to the limit and then had you refilled with a different serum.”
“Oh…” Tara said, a little sadly. She had like being that size. Would she be big enough like this for him? And why did this serum have to be heavier?
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She grinned sheepishly. “I liked being that big for you,” she confessed.
He smiled. “Don’t worry,” he said and went to the same cabinet beside the bed. “Give me your nipples, we can blow you up again now.”
“Really?” she said, hope springing to her heart.
“Oh yes,” he replied, as he brought out bigger needles attached to thicker, inch-wide tubing.
Her nipples were still the same two-inch length, but the needle was, perhaps twice as long as that, widening from a millimeter wide to the full width of the tube that it was attached to.
“It’s been a couple of days, actually,” he said, as he pushed the first needle into her massive spigot. “Your breasts are now able to get pumped again once more.”
“Two days?” she echoed.
“I’m afraid Tianli’s been feeding you intraveneously. But you’re in good shape.”
She smiled as he finished inserting the second needle and the milky elixir filled the tubes. “Good. I can’t wait to pump up to my max size again!”
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he instructed. He then told her to face the side of the bed, towards one of the wall mirrors.
She did, her massive jugs so big that they lightly touched the sheets. She leaned downward a bit to take the sting out of their heavy hanging weight so that they rested somewhat on the mattress. Now she really felt like a cow to be milked, with her udders hanging below her. Her nipple jutted forward so that the tubes could easily flow from her breasts.
Kal removed his soaked boxers, his cock at its full ten-inch mast. He clicked a button on the remote and Tara felt the familiar filling within her breasts.
The surge was considerable this time, with the bigger tubing, she thought, and looked in the surrounding mirrors to watch her breasts expand. She could feel them filling up the space between her and the mattress.
Kal instructed her to back up to the edge of the bed so that he could approach her while standing at the side of the mattress. Placing his hands on her super-round rump, he pressed his thick member between her already soaking lips.
“Ooooh…” she moaned as his fat dome pushed its way into her tunnel. He was so big and entered her fairly slowly—moaning from her delicious softness—that by the time he was into her to the hilt, she had regained her former size. This is more like it, she thought. “Oh, yeah, honey, stroke me!” she called.
Watching herself in the mirror as he slid in and out of her, she smiled at her ever increasing size. He should cum soon at this rate! she thought as her monsters ballooned past 15, then 16 inches in diameter. Soon her torso was being pushed up by her ever-expanding pontoons and her hands lost contact with the mattress as she swelled past 17, then 18 inches in girth. She looked up at his face and cooed: “I’m so fucking big, honey! Can you stand it? Are you ready to explode or should I get bigger?”
She did swell bigger. And bigger. And BIGGER.
He stroked her with deep, heavy strokes, but showed no sign of cumming and she continued to balloon past two feet in diameter!
When will he cum! she thought in a rising panic. Her tits were as big a beachballs and still she swelled ever bigger. “Do you like me this big, honey?” she asked his reflection.
He nodded. “I need you to get so big, baby,” he said, barely audibly, through his rising excitement.
“How much bigger, honey?” she called. “I’ll do it for you. I’ll get as big as you need!”
With that, he began to deepen his strokes and she felt that he must be bigger himself, as it began to pain her. But she also felt the flow of the elixir increase and watched her insanely swollen tanks swell to over two and a half feet wide, apiece. These were her breasts! How could that be?
As they ballooned to a meter wide, panic began to set in and she heard someone crying hysterically and knew it was her. They’re so FUCKING BIG! WHAT DOES HE WANT! her mind screamed out. Her heart was split in a strange dichotomy: part of her couldn’t believe what was being done to her, the huge dirigibles that were expanding in front of her were her OWN BREASTS! She would never be able to move under her own power. How could she be SO DAMN HUGE? But the other part of her heart watched Kal fuck her and knew that he wanted her bigger, knew that he needed her to get bigger to cum and feel satisfaction. She had to give it to him. She must let him blow her up as big as he needed to cum! She needed to get so very huge for him! She wanted it so badly even as she was horror-struck at how big she was ballooning.
After a meter in width, her breasts stopped expanding uniformly in all directions. Now the width stayed fairly stable while the fronts of her monster nightmares swelled out forward. Her massive dish-wide areolas with her inch-wide by two-inch long nipples lead the way, the door way of massive amounts of elixir gushing into her flesh bombs of lust.
She felt the rhythmic pummeling of her torso as his thrusts forced it into the flesh wall that was her four foot long bosoms, still swelling bigger. Her arms flailed about helplessly as her vast Hindenbergs expanded and expanded and expanded forward along the bed to five feet in length.
Kal thrust and thrust and thrust, watching his living balloon-doll swell to sheer insanity. He was so close to cumming… so close… and she was SO FUCKING ENORMOUS! He didn’t want to cum quite yet, it was so deliriously delicious sliding inside her so soft and super-tight vagina. She kept getting tighter and tighter because he kept getting bigger and bigger within her as he drew so close to orgasm.
“KAL!” she screamed, beginning to panic, now. She wanted to let her tits get as big as he wanted, but the sheer enormity of their size was beginning to overwhelm her. They ached so much now. Would he never stop pumping them? She wasn’t a woman with big tits, she was becoming a pair of colossal tits that just so happened to have a woman attached! “I’M SO BIG! SO BIG!” she cried. “HELP ME HONEY!” she pleaded. “I THINK I’M TOO BIG!”
It was so hard not to rupture inside her. It was so wonderfully hot, so incredibly amazing. This girl’s tits were bigger than any he’d ever blown. He pushed the button once more, increasing the flow even faster and heard her screams of astonishment. Now her breasts expanded out from the sides again, swelling to four feet wide, even as her nipples sat six feet away from her chestwall. Tianli had told him that when she began to expand from the sides again, that she was over full and that she wouldn’t last long.
“KAL! KAL!” she screamed till she was horse. “THEY’RE TOO BIG!! TOO BIG!! THEY HURT SO MUCH!! HELP ME! HELP ME!!”
She didn’t understand, yet.
He hit the emergency stop on the remote and immediately the pumps ended their relentless surge of elixir.
It took a moment for Tara to realize what had happened—then: Thank God! Thank God! Thank God! Holy shit, I’m SO FUCKING IMMENSE! Tears streaming down her red face, Tara considered the surreal wall of flesh before her. Her torso was attached to two hyper-inflated balloons that more closely resembled the blow-ups that children play on at a carnival, than breasts. What used to be her breasts were now super-pumped dirigibles over four feet wide and more than six feet long, each! How? Her mind numbingly wondered. How was this possible? She tried to reach out and touch them, to confirm their reality, but her own touch proved painful to the overstretched skin, which already screamed out in agony. Her torso was nearly upright, with her impossibly swollen mega-tankers before her.
“Kal…” she said, quietly in hoarse desperation.
Kal had stopped stroking her for a moment, now laying fully within her. In response to his name, he slowly drew back his massive hammer and then, just as slowly, pushed it back in.
“Oooooohhh…” she moaned, reaching down to her abdomen, where she could feel his gigantic member as it re-entered her, tenting her belly by several inches. Cold shock ran down her spine: the bulge was wider than her own fist. His monster cock must be way over a foot long and as thick as his forearm. How could she be taking it all and not be dead? She felt nauseous as he finished entering her to his hilt. “Honey…” she croaked. “Why?...”
“You know what I need,” he said, quietly, teetering on the verge of orgasm as he ever-so-slowly stroked her with his stupendous truncheon.
She nodded, sweat splashing from her forehead to splatter painfully against her hyper-pumped over-stretched hydrogen bombs. She had gone too far. She was his toy and she was there to make him cum. She wanted it so badly! It didn’t matter what happened to her. She knew what to say…
“Pump me…” she managed to say. “Oh honey… Pump me bigger… Pump me up till you cum…” She knew it was the right thing to say. She had to make him cum. It was all that mattered.
He clicked off the emergency stop.
She screamed a scratchy hardly human scream as the pumps came back on full force and then went blind with pain as he immediately hit the last button. The biggest surge blasted into her straining tankers and he heard the machine whine with the struggle of trying to force even more volume into her already overtaxed flesh. Soon…
Five feet wide and seven feet long, she was on her knees with her body upright to accommodate her mind-boggling zeppelins. Her forward view was entirely blocked by the burgeoning wall of over-pumped flesh quaking before her. Her areolas ballooned outward by two feet, themselves: scarlet red. The nipples had ballooned too, each now with a ball over six inches wide that was forming at the base of the now eight-inch nipple shafts.
His strokes were now pointed upward as he fucked her from behind. He couldn’t take it any longer… the orgasm was building… building…
“MORE!” she tried to cry, but was too hoarse to be heard. “BIGGER!!” She had screamed so long, that her voice was gone.
Six feet wide and eight feet long, the curve of her nightmares hung over the far end of the bed. Her meter-wide areolas looked like balloons attached to the front of her megaliths. What used to be her nipples now bulged nearly ten inches wide in a sphere that threatened to rupture any second. Her skin was bright red. Any moment now she would bust… larger and larger she swelled… far bigger than he ever thought imaginable… so monstrously huge… he was going to—
He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her down to his groin as he shoved his member up deeply into her one last time.
He saw and felt, more than heard, the explosion as her twin behemoths ruptured in an instant flash of white. Kal’s member exploded, likewise, deep within her vagina, gushing so hard and so copiously that his semen was blasting back out of her tunnel as her flesh and elixir slammed him in the face. He came and came, filling her tunnel to overflowing as the blast forced him backward onto the floor pillows he had set up prior. As the elixir splashed down thickly around them he could breathe again. His sight was clogged with elixir as his member continued to empty itself within his human pump doll. Her muscles spasmed around his member. Not only was she still alive, but awake and cumming hard, he realized with a smile. She would be happy that she’d serviced him so well.
He was on his back on the soaked pillows with Tara’s back pressed on his stomach and chest. Still unable to see, he felt her head close to his. His orgasm still raged: the image of her exploding monster breasts still fresh in his mind. But he managed to move his head toward her to feel her soaking hair and bring his lips to her ear. “So good…” he managed to say. “You happy?”
He felt her nod in response, even as her body shuttered in waves of orgasms. She loved it. She would be happy and she would want to do it again.
Tianli’s people were here already, but they would wait until he finished cumming.
