Chapter 2: Cum-Gorged and Greedy
The rusted needle glinted in the weak light, a dull spark against Mina’s palm. Abrams stared at it, his mind still hazy from the force of his orgasm, his body thrumming with a strange, residual energy. The ache in his groin was already softening into a low, persistent throb of readiness.
“Skip the middleman?” His voice was hoarse.
“Direct injection.” Her tone was clinical, but her red eyes were wild with intent.She used her thumb to pry the protective cap from the needle. It came away with a faint, metallic squeak.“Intramuscular. The bioavailability should be… profound.”
She moved toward him, her distended belly leading the way, a taut globe of flesh that brushed against his still-damp cock. He flinched at the contact, a spark jumping up his spine.With her free hand, she traced the hard curve of her stomach, a possessive gesture. “You feel that heat?That’s you.Swimming inside me. But it’s not enough.” Her eyes locked on his. “I want it at the source.”
Before he could form a protest, her hand was on his bicep, fingers digging in. Her strength was inhuman, immobilizing.He watched, frozen, as she brought the needle up. There was no alcohol swab, no preamble.The tip hovered over the muscle of his upper arm.
“This might sting,” she said, and plunged it in.It was more than a sting. It was a lightning bolt of concentrated fire, shooting down his nerve endings, arcing straight to his core. He shouted, a raw sound that echoed off the studio’s paint-splattered walls. The vial’s contents—a viscous, blue-tinged fluid—emptied into his muscle.
She withdrew the needle, tossing it aside.It clattered across the floor, lost among the boxes.
For three heartbeats, nothing.Then the world ignited.
It was as if the previous change had been a gentle warm-up.This was a demolition. He felt his bones vibrate, his muscles thickening and coiling under his skin like cables. A new, more intense heat flooded his pelvis, a forge-blast of pure, undiluted potency.He looked down.
His cock, which had softened slightly, was now raging back to life, swelling beyond its previous already-impossible dimensions. It thickened, the veins rising like relief maps on a thick, ruddy pillar. The head, flushed a deep purple, flared wider. A steady stream of pre-cum, thicker now, almost syrupy, beaded and dripped in a continuous stream onto the floor between his feet. His balls, heavy before, now hung lower, a dense, tight sac that felt full to bursting with liquid fire.
Mina watched, her breath coming in quick, excited pants.“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, fuck yes. Look at you.”
She dropped to her knees again, the concrete cold against her skin.Her hands, trembling with anticipation, encircled the base of his new, monstrous girth. Her fingers couldn’t even meet.She had to use both hands just to hold it.
She didn’t bother with preliminaries.Her hunger was a palpable force in the room.
Leaning forward, she opened her mouth wide, her jaw popping audibly. She took just the bulbous, weeping head inside, swirling her tongue around the sensitive corona. The flavor of him—salt, musk, and something chemically sweet—made her moan.The vibrations traveled straight into his shaft.
“Tastes different,” she slurred, pulling off for a second, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lip to his tip.“Stronger.” Then she dove back down.
This time, the challenge was greater.He was bigger.She had to fight her own reflexes. She pressed forward, her lips stretched to a painful, obscene ring around his girth. He could feel the tight, hot resistance of her throat before it yielded, muscles fluttering wildly as they were forced to accommodate him. She gagged violently, her whole body convulsing, tears immediately springing from her eyes. But she pushed harder, forcing more of him in, an inch at a time, her nose buried in his coarse pubic hair.The sensation was unbearable. The tight, wet, clenching heat of her throat was a perfect, punishing sleeve. He could feel every spasm, every swallow.He threw his head back against the canvas, a groan tearing from his chest.
Her technique was pure, greedy instinct. She began to move, pulling back until just the tip rested on her tongue, then sinking down again, taking him deeper each time. The sounds were filthy: wet, guttural sucking, choked gags, the slap of his heavy balls against her chin with every descent. Spit and pre-cum dripped down her chin, slicking her neck and the tops of her swollen breasts.Her stretched belly, already round from his first load, began to tighten further. A deep, internal gurgling echoed in the quiet room as her body processed the new influx.
Abrams felt the pressure building again, a coiling, inevitable snap deep in his sac. It was faster this time, harder. The drug was coursing through him, stripping away any last vestige of control.
“Mina… I’m gonna come… it’s gonna be a lot…” he warned, his voice strangled.The words only spurred her. She redoubled her efforts, bobbing faster, her throat working rhythmically around him. She looked up, her tear-streaked face a mess of ruined makeup and desperate need. She pulled off, gasping for air, her lips slick and puffy.“Give it to me,” she demanded, her voice wrecked. “Pump that fucking load right down my throat. I want to feel it hit my stomach.”
She took him back in, deeper than before, until he was completely sheathed in her. She held him there, her throat muscles milking him, and that was all it took.
The orgasm wasn’t a release.It was an eruption.
His hips bucked forward instinctively, fucking into the constricting wet heat of her mouth. A raw, animal sound ripped from him as his balls clenched, and the first jet of cum shot directly into her gullet.
It was thicker, hotter, more voluminous than before. She swallowed convulsively, a loud, gulping sound, but he was already firing again.And again. It was a relentless, pulsing torrent, a flood of it forcing its way down her esophagus. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise amid the ecstasy, as her stomach received the brutal, pumping onslaught.
Her belly, which had been taut, began to distend further. The skin stretched, shiny and tight, the perfect round globe expanding outward, downward. Her navel, which had been an innie, popped out into a perfect little knob under the strain.The waistband of her fishnets dug into the growing curve. Still, she sucked, she swallowed, her throat working furiously to keep up, but cum began to overflow, spilling from the corners of her stretched lips in thick, creamy rivulets that dripped onto her tits and the floor.
He came for what felt like a full minute, until he was empty, until his legs shook and his vision spotted. She finally slid off him with a wet, exhausted pop, collapsing back on her heels. Her stomach was a massive, round dome, impossibly full, looking ready to term. She breathed heavily, one hand cradling the enormous weight, the other wiping the mess from her chin. She licked her fingers clean, her red eyes glazed and satisfied.
She looked up at him, his cock still monstrous and glistening before her, and gave a slow, spent smile.“Good,” she rasped. “So good.” She patted her stomach, a dull, liquid sound echoing within. “But we’re just getting started, aren’t we?”