Phoebe Pt 03

Commission for EgoMyEgo, contact me if you like what you read and would like me to bring your fantasy to life.

All characters are 18+

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I think I may just have to accept now that however wild I think my life has gotten, it could always get wilder. When you've reached the very top, it's easy to think there's no more mountain to climb, but suddenly the mountain decides to grow by another 1000ft and prove you wrong. If you've seen the rest of my story somehow, you will be left wondering 'how could things get better?' Let's get you up to speed first...

So I actually did it. Quit my job and completely upped sticks to go live in LA with Phoebe. I can still hardly believe it! Officially Phoebe has hired me as her PA, but it's a role in name only. To keep up appearances, I pretty much get her whatever she needs whenever she asks for it, as if I wouldn't just be doing that already. In return she's been able to justify having me live with her and her family without having to explain too much of what's going on. I mean she doesn't pay me per se, but I have no rent, don't have to worry about food and I'm pretty certain she'd probably buy me anything I asked for, although I'm yet to try that. I kinda feel like I've already got everything I could possibly want anyway to be quite honest.

I don't think she's necessarily ashamed of me or anything like that, but I also don't think she's ready to tell her family about us and why she fell for me in the first place. It does mean that while they're around, we aren't physically intimate with one another. I mean there is the odd time where she'd deliberately brush past my cock with her hips or even her fingers sometimes and grin to herself as she watches me try desperately not to get a boner and give the game away.

Most recently she did this when her parents were going away for a few days and her brother was out of town. Her folks weren't leaving until the evening but she said she didn't want to waste any time and had me drinking my usual cocktail from 6am that morning. Granted with how big my cock had grown to already it was difficult for her not to brush past when she did it that afternoon, but did she have to do it in front of her mom? I had to make my excuses and leave the room very quickly.

Whenever we were alone though, it was like she was laser guided towards my cock. We couldn't always go full ham and blow her up because it needed careful planning to work. Of course there was the full days drinking the powder water (and the endless edging she did that seemed to be part of the ritual now) but there was also the aftermath to deal with. It had been getting quicker but it still took at least a full day or two for her body to expel, or absorb or whatever, the cum I was putting inside her. For a good chunk of that she was bed bound, although there was one glorious night where... you know what, I'll just explain what happened.

It had been a big night if you catch my drift. My cock never tends to get much bigger than the 15 inches I achieved on our second fuck (although it does get a little wider) but the load I produce just keeps increasing, or at least I assume it does. There's just so much of it it's hard to tell. Let's just say we're putting that 'rubber' powder of hers to the ultimate test whenever it happens. Anyway, Phoebe was taking up nearly the whole bed having taken me in her pussy, ass and mouth, the mouth being a last ditch attempt to drain a little more out of me. As a result I had slept on the couch in her room that night.

When I woke up the following morning, I was back to normal (always something of a disappointment but also a relief to be honest) and Phoebe was only taking up maybe half the bed now. I don't know if it's the knowledge that it's my cum inside her that has made her belly so huge and full or seeing her looking like that in the first place, but god if it doesn't get me so hard. She's normally asleep out of pure exhaustion however, so I simply go and make myself useful around the house for a little while, checking in on her every now and again to see if she needs anything.

I was chilling in her front room when I saw her suddenly walk into it. Well, I say I saw her, what I saw first was her still frankly huge belly, followed by the rest of her moments later. Incredibly her stomach didn't hang down, it held tight and taught but was soft and squishy to the touch. Any dippage below her waist was normally the result of just being so damn big! But anyway, she sort of waddled in, as sexily as she could manage and spoke to me.

"I know I look super full, but I'm actually pretty hungry," she said grinning.

"Sure, what do you want to eat?" I said like the idiot I am.

"Well, I mean I say 'I'm' hungry," she started before turning herself around and leaning up against the wall as much as her belly would allow. "My asshole is starving and wants some cock to fill it up."

I was already hard from seeing her like that, but those words felt like a supercharger for my cock. I got as big as 7 inches I would say, still bigger than usual, but it was still less than half what I'd given her not long ago so I felt a little self conscious in among my unbearable horniness. Plus whatever I could give her cum wise would be next to nothing.

"I know what you're gonna say, I see you thinking it," she said over her shoulder. "I know it's not gonna be exactly the same, but I don't care. I need a cock in my ass!"

Without saying much more, I walked towards her available and wanting asshole. I could see the bulge of her stomach between her legs, and it gave me that little bit of extra, lust-fuelled drive to just spear her as deep as I could and go hard.

"Oooh, that's better. I don't suppose there's any way you could just keep your cock in my ass all the time is there?" she said dreamily, the hard fucking seemingly almost soothing to her.

If there was a way, then you can bet that's where I'd be right now instead of writing this. But even in a world where, frankly freaking magical as far as I'm concerned, powders exist that can make you produce enough cum to sink a ship with a cock to rival a horse and an accompanying powder exists to make sure you cause no harm to whomever you are lucky enough to be with, constantly fucking the asshole of the person you adore isn't an option. Particularly when said person is in the public eye so much. Who knows, maybe when she's ready to retire we'll vanish off to an Island somewhere and just spend every waking moment fucking.

So anyway, that also happened and I was left grinning broadly for the rest of the day after I helped her back to bed. I don't know if it's something to do with the stuff she takes, but I'm always amazed at how tight her asshole is and how tight it stays. It's like I'm taking her anal virginity every time we do it. Even when my cock is at normal size, it always feels like it's way too big and won't fit, but she never lets that kind of negative thinking stop her.

So we're a few months into me living here and she comes to see me about an invite she's gotten to a fancy party, something to do with a fashion show. The only issue was that it meant she needed to go away for a couple of days and couldn't take me with her. There would be too many cameras constantly on her and having me there would make things all kinds of awkward, she said, because she'd just want to tell anyone who would listen that 'that guy right there fills me with cum whenever I want'. My ego couldn't fault her logic, skewed as it was.

I stayed in LA with the house to myself, constant messages flying back and forth between myself and Phoebe and even the odd photo. It feels at times like she's completely insatiable, but am I hell going to complain about that. On the night of the event itself, however, I received a very different photo. It was of her and a very pretty young woman who I felt like I recognised but I just couldn't put a finger on where from. Luckily Phoebe enlightened me.

'This is me with Kellie Lerioux. Doesn't she look mega hot? She's a model and actress, you might have seen her on that show Misshapes, yeah? Turns out we've got a ton in common! She's free for the next few days so I'm gonna bring her home to meet you and spend a few days here if that's ok?'

Whilst I was really in no position to refuse her anyway, the idea itself sounded fun as did the prospect of meeting this girl. First looking at her in the photo I could see she was very different to Phoebe physically, looking taller, slimmer and with blonde hair, blue eyes and a very striking face. I only had eyes for Phoebe, but I had to admit, she was stunning. There is a reason she's a model after all.

The next day, Phoebe returned home with Kellie in tow. It was like expecting a single scoop of ice cream and getting a whole damn sundae instead. Phoebe gave me a long smooch on the lips in front of Kellie, which told me she was happy for Kellie to know about us, and as usual I did my best to suppress my cock, waking up after nearly three days of no attention from her. Phoebe formally introduced us and we shared a quick wave while she smiled at me with the kind of million dollar smile you hear about in all the best movie cliches.

We hung out for most of the day, my favourite time being by the pool as the memory of that first day in LA was burned into my mind and always pushed its way to the front if I ever saw Phoebe in swimwear. Kellie had joined her too and I did my best not to stare at her body, but I noticed a small but still visible bulge in her bikini bottoms. There was a chance it was a trick of the light or just badly fitting clothing, but if not there was definitely something there, something I don't think anyone knew about.

Before I could spend too much time thinking about that though, there was something else I noticed while the two of them were in the water. It started subtly with whispers in each others ears and a little girlish giggling, but they were being very touchy feely with one another. Not in a blatantly sexual way of course, but enough that it was noticeable and enough that the thought now pushing it's way to the front of my mind was of the two of them together. I'm not the possessive type and I'm not dumb enough to think I have any control or say over what Phoebe does or doesn't do, but I think even for someone who was, it would have been difficult not to enjoy the idea of the two of them getting it on.

I imagined Phoebe would be the driving force, much like she was with me. It would have been easy enough to just simply imagine the two of them together as is, but the image of that small bulge in her bikini bottoms burrowed to the front of my mind. It wasn't possible of course, but I let myself wonder for a moment whether that bulge could be what I thought it was and if it was whether she was a grower rather than a shower. I could see Phoebe on her hands and knees, guiding Kellie into her asshole and the two of them fucking until Kellie came...

These were thoughts I really should not have been having. While I was in my little horny daydream, I'd completely not noticed how hard my own cock was getting. It was only when I finally glimpsed the two of them staring at me and grinning that I realised and promptly tried to cover myself up. Feeling a little embarrassed, I decided to head inside. As I was leaving though, I could have sworn I overheard Kellie say something like:

"And that powder, it makes it even bigger than that?"

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The evening came and we were all sat in Phoebe's front room, talking away like we were just normal people instead of two incredibly hot and talented women and a very lucky guy. Kellie and I had talked about her career, once I'd gotten over my embarrassment from earlier, and she shared a few stories about her cast mates, which I won't go into here because it's not really my place to. Let's just say they were on the kinkier side and leave it at that.

It was when she was talking about that that I started to wonder exactly how much Phoebe had told her about us and what we do together. Obviously it's entirely her prerogative whether she does and who she tells, but the thought was definitely there. As a side note, Phoebe has developed this knack of knowing what I'm thinking; I'm pretty certain about this because she always seems to start saying something that will give me the answers I want whenever I'm quiet for more than a few moments.

"So, Kellie, what do you think?"

"I wasn't so sure to begin with but it does seem like a lot of fun..."

"Oh trust me, it's like the absolute best man."

I looked blankly between the two of them, feeling like this was a conversation I had walked in on half way through.

"I mean it does take a lot of prep though, that's the only thing," Phoebe continued. "Ideally he needs to be drinking it all day for it to be really good..."

"Well, I'm planning on being here for at least another couple of days, if that's ok, so why don't we start tomorrow?"

It was slowly dawning on me what they were talking about. My tiny reptile brain would have done a celebratory somersault if it could.

"That sounds like a great idea!" Phoebe said, smiling at Kellie and then grinning at me.

"Ok, ok," I started trying to interject, "just so we're clear here. What are you two planning?"

They shared a look with one another and Kellie grinned while Phoebe giggled a little.

"As I mentioned to you Jack, Kellie and I hit it off really well at that event. For not having met her before, she was super chill and we got talking about what we like to do in the bedroom. I told her about my particular brand of kink and she was really intrigued. So I figured, seeing as you normally have more than just the one load in you these days, she can watch you fill me up and if she likes it, she can try it too."

"W-wait a second," I said, sure of what I'd just heard her say but unable to believe it, "are you saying you've brought Kellie here to have sex with... me?"

"Only if she likes what she sees," Phoebe sort of corrected me.

"It's all looking good so far," Kellie suddenly added, her smile turned towards me.

I must have gone redder than a beetroot. I was sort of used to getting compliments from Phoebe now, but getting one from another amazingly hot woman hit very differently.

"I... I'm not quite sure what to say... I mean are you sure you're ok with that?" I asked Phoebe.

"It was completely Phoebe's idea," Kellie answered. "I was a little shocked too when she suggested it at first but she promised me it's something special. As long as you're ok with it too though?"

"I-I mean what else can I say? Maybe the two most beautiful women in the world are asking me if I wouldn't mind having sex with both of them!"

"I get that it's a lot, Jack, but you totally don't have to do this if it makes you uncomfortable, yeah?" Phoebe said, her smile more reassuring than sexy for once.

"Thanks, I... I think I just need a little time to think this over..."

"That's perfectly fine, you do that," she said, still smiling. The look on her face turned mischievous again and she asked another question. "Say, Jack? Earlier by the pool you looked like you were 'enjoying' yourself quite a bit. What were you thinking about?"

As I said before, she knows perfectly well what I'm thinking about even before I've thought of it myself sometimes. She was trying to get me to admit that I was thinking about the two of them together, maybe as a way of selling their plan to me. And you know what? I wasn't too proud that I wasn't going to tell her exactly what it was.

"I was thinking about you and Kellie. I was imagining her fucking your ass."

"Oh really?" Phoebe said, raising her eyebrows in delighted shock. "Well, it might be your lucky day, Jack. It turns out Kellie here is something exceptionally rare called a futanari."

I must have looked confused because she decided to elaborate.

"It means she's got a cock and balls as well as a vagina," Phoebe said.

Which also meant what I'd see bulging beneath her bikini was exactly what I thought it was. I was gobsmacked.

"Although sorry to burst your bubble on that fantasy you mentioned," said Kellie looking genuinely sorry, "but what I've got downstairs wouldn't be up to much with that. I've got the equipment and it works, but the lack of testosterone in my body means they literally haven't grown much since I was a child. I mean, of course I 100% would if I were able to, but it's a little beyond me I think."

"That's ok man, Jack here has more than enough cock to satisfy me, and hopefully you too," she winked. "Besides, you don't have to have a huge cock for us to have fun. I could just, y'know..."

As she spoke those last words, Phoebe was drawing closer and closer to Kellie until, at the last word, she kissed her. Kellie had clocked on quite quickly to what Phoebe was doing and was ready to kiss her back when she did. I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped.

They started slow and sensual, just lips to begin with but I soon started to see tongues and their hands began to work over one another's bodies. I watched intently as Kellie's right hand gently cupped Phoebe's breast and started to squeeze it. Having been in that position myself many times now it wasn't hard to imagine how good it felt. I found myself willing Phoebe to do the same to Kellie and she didn't disappoint. The two were now passionately kissing one another and groping each other's breasts. Even with all the willpower in the world, there was no way I wasn't getting a boner from that. I didn't even try to hide it.

Phoebe noticed first as she turned her face towards me. Kellie kept pecking along her neck and behind her ear, making her face curl into a silent moan.

"So, do you want to do this?" Phoebe asked.

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Call me an idiot if you like because it turns out the girls were playing me a little bit. As soon as I agreed to their plan, they stopped what they were doing and went into the kitchen so that I could 'calm myself down' a little. While in there, I heard Phoebe show Kellie where the powders were and give her a brief explanation on how to prepare the one she used to stop herself getting hurt. I sighed and set my alarm for the following morning, 6am.

I actually woke a little before then and decided to switch off my alarm so that it wouldn't wake Phoebe. If I played it right, I could go downstairs, have my drink and then come back and be with her for a little while longer before 'officially' getting out of bed. I crept downstairs to the kitchen, Phoebe barely even stirring as I did and then nearly jumped out of my damn skin as I practically bumped into Kellie in the kitchen.

"Holy crap," I said as hushed as I could, "I didn't expect to see you down here this early."

"Sorry Jack, I didn't mean to scare you. The truth is I don't sleep too much anyway. Besides, I've been thinking of something. Particularly something I wanted to ask you..."

"Sure, go ahead. You don't mind if I make my drink do you while we talk?"

"Yeah no problem. It was that I wanted to talk to you about actually."

"Oh?" I said, genuinely interested in where this was going.

"Is all of what Phoebe said true? Like does it make your cock grow bigger as well as make you cum a lot?"

"Oh, er, yeah, yeah it does, just temporarily though, normally just until you've cum a few times," I confirmed.

"A-and how big does it get?"

"I've not gone bigger than 15..."

"Centimetres?"

"No, no, inches."

Kellie's eyes widened as I said that. I felt a certain sense of satisfaction that the size my cock could get to was having such an effect.

"Do you think it would do the same to me?"

"What do you mean?" I asked like a dumbass, again.

"Well I mean I still have a cock as I said before. If I drank this stuff, do you think I'd grow big too?"