WARNING: This chapter includes the following "kinks": futa, hourglass expansion, giantess growth, breast and ass expansion, hyper growth, female muscle, FMG, dick growth, size worship, public nudity, masturbation, mind control, dual cocks, cum inflation, urethral stimulation, balls inflation, seduction
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ AND OLDER!
"I am calling dibs on that one!" Grace moaned immediately and assaulted Christina's left mast without any mercy, while sinking her head into the bloated set of testes.
Varya, consumed by a fiery lust that burned so hot within her that she felt her own powerful legs shake, held back her enthusiasm.
"You can grow a dozen cocks that does'n --"
Christina gently but assertively took hold of the blonde's rock-hard abs and hips with both hands before lifting her up.
"I know, my dear. I know," the futa said without moving her lips. "You wanted more. More from me and more from today."
Varya's hulking body suddenly felt weak and not only because she was lifted up like a child's doll.
"I wanted to... be with you. Maybe as more than just... this," Varya thought and felt Christina could hear here, even while this oh so unsufferable Grace dug into her testes and dick like a starving wolf.
The giant redhead smiled, warmer than Varya would have thought possible and leaned forward until her huge face was inches away from the woman in her arms.
"You are not just one of many to me, Varya," the piercing voice inside the Russian's head echoed. "I am honoured that you want to be with me in such a way. I truly am."
Christina's delicate touch tightened for a moment when both her twin cocks and seemingly also her balls expanded rapidly with an influx of sheer potency. Varya's gaze never moved away from the almost hypnotical green of Christina's eyes and robbed her of any worry that this supernatural, growing titan of a woman could ever harm her.
"But you don't want to?" Varya thought.
"It is more complicated than that, my dear. This is not who I am. Not anymore."
"You said you wanted to become more than you currently are. Maybe this means... to be with someone," Varya pleaded desperately and thanked the lord above and everyone else who might be listening that this conversation was taking place inside her head.
"Sadly, my dear Varya, this is not how this works," Christina replied and moaned out loud as another wave of growth shot through her body and forced her even bigger.
Varya who now picked up on the greedy slurping, licking and moaning coming from below grit her teeth and worded a single question in her head.
"Is it because of Grace?"
"No, it is not."
"But you admire her too."
"I do. And as I said, for very different reasons."
Christina's eyes pulsed with another wave of green as her bust swelled further, pushing into Varya's comparatively pitiful breasts in the process.
"She is young and seeks the thrill in life. A flame that matches her own. You were burnt on the pursuit of finding yours. While she has yet to make her own experiences, you had enough that deserve to be forgotten. I feel it within you and see it in your eyes. The pain of betrayal and the fear of being vulnerable again.
Someone as beautiful and strong as you should never have to feel this way."
Varya's blue eyes were watering up, the aura radiating from Christina pulsing within her turned comforting where it aroused her moments earlier. The futa's words were genuine, she could literally sense it in the air around her, every word was nothing but the brutal truth, no matter how compassionate they were. Yet, she could not stop herself from feeling like she lost the chance of a life time. But there was no pain that made Christina feel her, that she did not endure before ... only this time there was no one to blame. A realisation that was almost relieving. Almost.
"I... understand, Christina. I... understand," Varya said out loud and caressed the giant face looming before her. "I ... think."
"Come here," Christina answered and pushed her lips onto the small blonde.
Despite the dramatic difference in size their kiss was something to cherish with everything they got. Varya was pushed deeper into Christina's soft but hardening body, the futa's neglected cock's heat slowly creeping into the body builder. This would suffice. This feeling would suffice, Varya kept on thinking and sank into the embrace and started stroking Christina's toned arms, forcing them to expand further and further, as her cock now officially introduced itself by pushing into Varya's round ass.
The giantess gasped and her entire body shook while her cocks audibly extended further over the crowd of constantly erupting women, but her lips remained tied to Varya's. What a great kisser she was and what a great lover she would have been. In another time... another life maybe.
"FUCK!! GROW MORE!!! BIGGER!" Grace desperately muttered into the depths of Christina's musky balls.
She thrusted her twitching sex onto the scrotum, her right hand jerking off the pulsing vein that popped further and further as her designated cock reacted to every single one of her demands.
"You make me grow so beautifully," the voice kept on praising her ever since Christina lifted that jacked amazon up.
"I WANT YOU SO MUCH BIGGER! MAKE THEM FULL AND HEAVY! I WANT THEM SO MUCH FATTER!"
Christina's balls surged with an ocean of delicious, untapped cum swooshing within them and Grace could not have been happier to know that she was the sole reason for all of it. For every fucking gallon. And every inch of that giant cock throbbing next to her.
"My balls!"
The voice inside Grace's head sounded desperate, consumed by the same lust that robbed the artist from any logical thought. They clearly shared a common goal; to achieve the most orgasmic level of relief possible, the constantly climaxing teenager as well as the massively growing futa.
"You want big, fat balls, Christina! I feel it! I feel your heat! You want them huge, and your cock! MY GOD! Please, make your cock grow so much bigger, make it massive," Grace shouted in her mind and earned another loud pulse as a reward.
The wooden stage was creaking in agony all around them, but that didn't stop Grace from demanding more. The scent of Christina's constant stream of fluids coming from below the bolder-like sack filled Grace's nostrils turned her into the feverishly, desperate beast she always knew she was capable of being. There was a reason why she surrounded herself with the beauty of sex at all times. She craved it more than air. Ever since her first time she never felt satisfied with just what their lovers could offer her. Her hunt for a few more inches turned into craving the impalement with her 1,5 ft dildo every night. Sucking on the first pair of breasts that exceeded her own made her seriously consider getting a boobjob. A quickie in the morning inevitably turned into a 2-hour fuck-marathon where she would always be the last one standing. There was never enough and allowing herself to explore all her impossible desires and kinks through her art only led into enjoying this: The insanity that only Christina could provide and sate Grace's desperate cravings. There were so many fantasies that Christina could make a reality... and Grace wanted to experience them all.
Her tongue travelled all across the swollen set of balls and eventually landed on the epitome of Christina's lust. Her cock, her beautifully, body sized cock. One of them. But this one was only hers.
"Look at you. You are throbbing like crazy, Christina. This must feel so good!"
"It feels amazing! You feel amazing!"
"What about this?"
Grace attempted to reach across the giant meatpole and tried to saddle up like on a horse but failed miserably. The glorious shaft had long outgrown a girl of her stature and towered above the blonde's eye level as a beast too big to mount.
Just when Grace was about to feel frustration over arousal at last a gigantic hand gently encompassed her chubby waistline and placed her on top of that car sized member.
"Oh, my fucking god!"
For the first time since she walked on stage the young artist looked up... and up... and up to meet the giantesses' marvellous face. She could barely see it past the enormously plump rack that dominated the redhead's torso.