*Author's note: all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older*
Chelsea hadn't seen the sun in over three months. She hadn't left her room in over a week. The lights were off and the curtains drawn.
She lay on her bed in her underwear with her laptop on her belly, mindlessly clicking through porn videos in a zombified stupor. With her other hand, she joylessly stroked her mammoth cock. The yard-long shaft was thicker than a two liter bottle, streaked with thick veins and capped by a mammoth cockhead the size of a honeydew melon. By its droop, the colossal member was barely half-hard.
The only sounds that pierced the darkness were the tinny moans of porn actresses getting railed, the soft shlurp shurlp of Chelsea's hand on her shaft, and the gloopy drip of the constant stream of cum that drooled from Chelsea's cock into the slowly swelling XXXL condom dangling from the melon-sized tip.
The floor of Chelsea's room was littered with dozens of overflowing condoms, each one the size of a trash bag. She hadn't even bothered to tie off the ends of the last half-dozen or so. The air of the room was thick and rank with the stench of stale jizz.
She used to order takeout, but after her parents cut her off and the money ran out, she started drinking her own cum for nourishment. Even on the heaviest dose of suppressors doctors could legally prescribe, her spunk was never in short supply.
The glare of the laptop screen turned the lenses of Chelsea's glasses into bright mirrors, reflecting an ever-changing montage of explicit acts. A snore cut through the air and a thin trail of drool glistened on her cheek. She'd fallen asleep to Butt Fucked Cum Sluts Go Nuts Vol VI. The video continued to play on a loop.
A sudden chime startled Chelsea out of her slumber and she awoke with a snort and a panicked yelp. Her laptop slid off her stomach and onto the floor, disconnecting the headphone cables. The sounds of horny sluts getting pounded in the ass by horse-hung studs suddenly blared at max volume and Chelsea yelped again, startled fully awake by the urgent moans of fake orgasm.
"Fuck, dammit!" Chelsea grumbled, picking her laptop up off the floor and fumbling for the mute button.
In the corner of her screen, she saw she had an unread message from an unfamiliar address.
The message was a video link, with the caption "is this you?"
Chelsea clicked the link.
It was amateur smartphone footage of a disaster in progress. The video showed Chelsea—a much less pale, healthier-looking Chelsea—sitting astride a monster cock the size of a city bus. Behind her, testicles the size of towtrucks ballooned like pink boulders, swelling visibly larger even as the shaky camera tried to settle on a point of focus.
Chelsea and her giant cock were in the middle of a street in downtown Seattle. The flattened remains of an SUV poked out from beneath her leviathan shaft. Several more cars had been nearly engulfed beneath her colossal nutsack. A crowd had gathered around her, cheering or jeering as their feelings dictated.
The Chelsea in the video bucked and moaned, letting out a cry of triumph as her monster nads contracted behind her. Her cavernous cumslit gaped as a deluge of hot spunk exploded out like a geyser, blasting with enough force to completely wash away the small crowd of people unfortunate enough to be directly in front of her. The camera followed the tiny, screaming figures as the torrent of hot girlchowder swept them down the street and out of sight.
Chelsea's moans intensified and the cum flood grew larger. Behind her, Chelsea's balls swelled tremendously. Metal squealed and scraped as cars collapsed beneath the weight of her suddenly expanding balls. There was a sound of breaking glass as her right testicle shattered a storefront.
