Chapter 1: Yummy Beach Blowjob
The sun beat down on the white sand, but Mina’s skin remained cool as marble as she stalked toward the hulking figure dozing in the shade of the palms. “Wake up, big guy,” she purred, her red eyes glinting with hunger as she let the thin silk of her cover-up slip from her shoulders, her massive tits swaying with the movement. “I’m here for the main course.”
Abrams stirred, a low rumble in his chest as his dark eyes focused on her, his normal, impressive cock already twitching to life against his thigh. “You know what happens,” he grunted, his voice like grinding stones. “You start this, you take it all.”
“That’s the whole point,” she whispered, dropping to her knees in the hot sand before him, her hands already reaching. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the crown, savoring the salty pre-cum as her fingers cupped his heavy sac. She felt him throb, a deep, answering pulse that made her own core clench with wet anticipation.
Then he began to grow.
It wasn’t gradual. It was a surge of raw, biological power. The thick shaft in her mouth expanded, stretching her lips wide, forcing her jaw to ache deliciously as it lengthened and thickened, pushing deeper down her throat. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she forced herself to relax, to let her supernatural elasticity accommodate him. Her throat opened, a slick, tight sleeve around the now foot-long girth of him, and she took him deeper, her nose pressed against his coarse pubic hair.
He was still growing. Two feet. Three. A veined, monstrous pillar of hot flesh that tasted of musk and primal salt. She could feel the root of him bulging against her lips, the base of his cock now as thick as her own waist. Her hands scrambled to cradle his enormous balls, each one now the size of a ripe melon, heavy and tight with seed.
“Fuck yeah,” Abrams groaned, his hands tangling in her short black hair, not guiding but claiming. “Take your appetizer.”
He began to fuck her face in earnest, short, brutal thrusts that made her skull rattle. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel the incredible, stretching fullness and the building pressure in his balls. A raw, guttural sound vibrated from her throat around his cock.
The first orgasm hit him like a seismic event. She felt the knot at the base of his shaft begin to inflate, a huge, bulbous swell that locked him inside her gullet. Then the pulses started. Not spurts. Torrents. A scalding flood of cum rocketed directly into her stomach, so thick and voluminous she felt the impact deep in her gut.
Her flat belly distorted immediately, bowing outward. A hot, heavy swell pushed against her corseted waist. He kept pumping, unrelenting, each roaring climax fueling the next. Her stomach rounded, tight and full, rising like she was six months pregnant. Then nine. Then it kept going.
The sensation was beyond anything. Her skin stretched, glowing pale and taut over the incredible volume filling her. The pressure was immense, bordering on pain, drowned in overwhelming pleasure. She was a vessel, being filled beyond all reason. Her belly reached the size of a beach ball, pressing her own massive tits out to the sides. Then a yoga ball. The sand beneath her compressed as her weight increased.
“More,” she tried to scream, but it was just a muffled gurgle around his shaft.
He granted it. With a final, snarling roar, his body locked, and the true floodgates opened. It was a geyser of cum, gallons of it, pumping into her with such force her whole body lifted off the sand for a second. Her belly surged outward to the size of a small car, a gigantic, quivering sphere of taut, pale flesh. She was a perfect, immobilized orb, his still-throbbing cock the only tether to the world. Her tits were plastered flat against the sides of her own monumental belly, her ass a mere curve at the base of the sphere.
Sensation overloaded her ancient mind. Every nerve was on fire, singing with the stretch, the heat, the devastating fullness. She convulsed, a continuous, rolling orgasm tearing through her as his cum continued to seep in around the knot, final, hot pulses claiming every last inch of space inside her.
Spent, Abrams finally stilled, his massive form slumping back against the tree, his softening cock sliding from her swollen lips with a wet, final pop. Mina couldn’t move. She could only lie there, a gargantuan, cum-stuffed mattress on the grass, her red eyes glazed and unseeing, a low, continuous moan of ultimate satisfaction humming in her chest. The sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of blood and fire, and for the first time in centuries, she felt truly, completely full.