Chapter 6: The Overflow
My fingers strained around his shaft, and even then they didn't meet. Eighteen inches of thick, veined cock stood before me, pulsing with a heat that made my palm tingle. The head swelled dark and glossy, the size of my fist, and beneath it hung those enormous balls, watermelon-heavy, glowing with violet light through the stitched skin.
"Look at you," I breathed. "Look at how much you are."
Victor watched me with those dark, patient eyes. His chest stitching flared with each beat of whatever passed for his heart. "I am what you made me."
"Good." I leaned in and pressed my lips to the underside of his shaft, dragging my tongue along the thick vein running the length of him. He tasted like ozone and honey, that same sweet musk from before, stronger now. My mouth watered. "This is what I want."
I opened wide and took him.
The head alone stretched my jaw to the edge of pain, that familiar ache flaring as the elastic flesh of my throat gave way. He slid deeper, inch after inch, and I felt the stretch travel down my esophagus like a hot pulse. My tongue flattened against the underside of his shaft. The weight of those massive balls pressed against my chin, heavy and warm.
"How deep can you take me?" Victor asked, his voice strained.
I answered by pushing.
The head pushed past the ring of muscle into my stomach, and I felt the impossible fullness of him lodging inside me. My belly, already huge from the last round, shifted to make room. He kept sliding deeper. The bulge of his cock pressed outward against my stomach wall from inside, visible through the taut skin, a ridge tracing across my gut.
I moaned around him. The vibration made him twitch, and I felt him swell another inch.
His balls slapped my chin as he shifted his hips, those enormous sacs swinging wet and heavy. I reached down and grabbed one, but my hand couldn't come close to circling it. The skin was hot and smooth, stretched taut over the weight inside, and I felt it pulse with the same arcane energy that ran through his cock.
I pulled back until only the head stayed between my lips, then pushed down again, taking him to the root. His hips met my face. The base of his shaft pressed against my nose, and his balls cradled my chin, the sheer mass of them forcing my head back.
"Fuck," I choked out, pulling off just enough to speak. "You're so big now. You're so fucking big."
"That is your spell," he said. "Your desire."
"My desire," I agreed, and swallowed him again.
The fullness was better than anything. His cock packed my throat, pressing against my stomach from the inside, and I felt my tits pushed apart by the bulge of him as he slid deeper. My double-D chest pressed against the curve of my distended belly, the nipples scraping against his skin as I moved.
I took him to the root and held there. The head pressed against my stomach wall from within, a firm pressure that made my whole body shiver. I could feel his heartbeat through the flesh of his shaft, that steady pulse of arcane energy.
"Give me everything," I demanded around him. "Every drop."
Victor's hands found my head. He didn't push, just cradled me there, and I felt the tension coil through his body. The stitching along his shaft flared brilliant violet. His balls tightened against my chin, drawing up heavy and full.
"Then drink," he said.
Then drink, he said, and I drank.
The first surge hit my throat like a wave of boiling honey. Hot and impossibly thick, it flooded down my esophagus, and I felt my stomach register the weight of it, already heavy from before. I swallowed, a long, greedy gulp, and the pressure built behind my ribs. Victor's cock swelled in my mouth, another inch of girth pressing against my stretched jaw, and I felt my throat give.
Not give like before. Give further. The elastic flesh of my esophagus loosened, opening wider, deeper, as if my body had been saving this capacity for exactly this moment. I felt the stretch travel down my spine, a deep, aching pull that made my eyes water. But I didn't pull off. I pushed down instead.
His head pressed past the ring of muscle into my stomach, and the bulge of him traced a path across my belly from inside, visible through the tan skin. I felt my own flesh opening to accommodate him, my stomach stretching outward, lower, heavier, until the curve of it brushed the cold floor. My tits were pushed apart by the pressure of him, the heavy weight of my double-D chest pressed flat on either side of his shaft.
He came again. The second surge was thicker, more violent. It filled my throat to bursting, and I swallowed in desperate, ragged gulps, feeling the cum pour into my stomach like it was endless. My belly swelled with each pulse, the skin stretching tauter, hotter, the weight of it dragging me forward onto my knees. I braced my hands on his thighs and took him deeper.
The stretch became a burn. My throat was packed so full I couldn't breathe through it, the air whistling through the corners of my mouth in thin, reedy gasps. My stomach had become a vessel, a container, and it was filling beyond any sane limit. I felt the pressure against my spine, against my ribs, a deep internal ache that radiated through my whole body.
He came again, and my body opened further. The elastic flesh gave with a wet, stretching sound I could hear in my own ears. My belly swelled to the size of a beach ball, smooth and round and impossibly heavy, pressing against the floor and still growing. I felt the stretch deep in my core, a burning, thrilling ache that made me moan around his shaft.
The vibration set him off again. Another flood surged down my throat, and I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, my stomach swelling until I could feel it pressing against my thighs, against my ribs, until I could barely breathe around the sheer mass of what I'd taken.
Victor pulled out slowly, his cock slick and glistening, and cum spilled from my lips in a thick white stream. I caught my breath in ragged gasps, looking up at him through wet lashes. My belly was enormous, heavier than anything I'd ever carried, sloshing with every movement.
He reached down and pressed his palm against the curve of it. "You stretched further."
I grinned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I told you. I was made for this."