Chapter 16: Lost
The rhythmic schlick-schlick of Alex’s fist pumping her obscenely engorged cock filled the penthouse. Sweat slicked her skin, catching the candlelight as she groaned, lost in the primal surge of her own impossible growth. Mark stared, his jaw slack, a cocktail of revulsion and rabid envy churning in his gut. His own cock, thick and heavy from the earlier pill, felt like a child’s toy compared to the monstrous pillar Alex was worshipping.
Clara’s hand closed around Mark’s shaft, her fingers cool against the fevered heat. He flinched, surprised, then groaned as her touch sent a jolt through him. "Look at her," Clara whispered, her voice husky, mesmerized. "Just… look." She began to stroke him slowly, her palm dragging up the veined length, her thumb swirling over his slick tip. Mark couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Alex, her breath ragged, paused in her furious stroking. A new hunger flashed in her eyes as she gazed down at the monstrous appendage jutting obscenely from her body. The swollen, purple head glistened like wet obsidian, precum beading at the slit. With a guttural sound, she bent her neck, her muscular shoulders flexing, and lowered her head. Her mouth opened wide, impossibly wide, and engulfed the bulbous, throbbing tip of her own cock.
"Fuck," Mark gasped, the sight simultaneously grotesque and hypnotic. Clara’s hand tightened on him, her own breath catching.
Alex’s lips stretched obscenely around her own girth. She sucked, hard, her cheeks hollowing. A deep, resonant groan vibrated through her chest as she took more of herself in. It was a feat of impossible flexibility and sheer, animalistic desire. Her cock, still pulsing with residual growth, seemed to push into her own mouth, the thick shaft forcing her jaws wider. She bobbed her head slightly, her tongue visibly working against the underside of that massive head through the stretched skin of her cheeks.
"Christ, she’s… she’s sucking herself," Clara breathed, her voice thick with awe and a strange, dark arousal. Her strokes on Mark’s cock became more insistent, her thumb pressing firmly against his frenulum. "Look how big it is. How fucking huge. It’s feeding her own fucking mouth."
Mark watched, transfixed, as Alex deep-throated herself. Her cock wasn’t just big; it was alive, pulsing, growing under the stimulation of her own suction. Veins bulged like ropes under the flushed skin, throbbing visibly with each pull of her mouth. Her hips thrust minutely, fucking her own face, the obscene wet sounds of her autofellatio mingling with her choked, pleasured grunts.
Clara leaned closer to Mark, her lips brushing his ear. "Doesn’t it get you hard, baby?" she murmured, her voice a low purr. "Seeing her like that? So powerful… so fucking massive… taking herself?" Her hand sped up, her grip tightening, milking him. "Look at your cock," she whispered, her other hand tracing the hot, thick vein running along the underside of his shaft. "It’s so hard for her. So fucking thick. Feel how heavy it is." She squeezed, making Mark gasp. "You wanna be that big? Big enough to fuck your own mouth?"
Mark shuddered. The image was ludicrous, terrifying, yet it sent a bolt of raw, illicit heat straight to his groin. His cock surged in Clara’s grasp, thickening, the head leaking profusely now. He did want it. The power Alex radiated, the sheer, terrifying size she commanded… he craved it with a desperation that drowned out the earlier fear Clara had voiced.
"Yes," he rasped, his voice rough. "Fuck yes."
"Good," Clara breathed, her eyes gleaming. She watched Alex, whose cock seemed to swell another fraction with each suck, the tip visibly pressing deeper into her throat. "Look at it grow," Clara moaned, her own arousal spiking as she felt Mark’s cock pulse in time with her words. "It’s getting even bigger inside her mouth. Filling her throat. Jesus… imagine that down your throat, Mark. Imagine choking on something that monstrous."
Alex pulled back slightly with a wet, gasping inhale, her lips shiny with saliva and precum. Her cock, freed for a moment, stood impossibly tall and thick, swaying slightly, the glans flushed almost black. A thick string of spit and fluid connected it to her panting mouth. She locked eyes with Clara, then Mark, a feral grin spreading across her face. "Still growing," she panted, her voice wrecked. "Fucking feels it... stretching my own fucking gullet." She lowered her head again, taking the leaking crown back into her mouth with a wet slurp, her groan muffled.
Clara turned fully to Mark now. Her hand was a blur on his cock, slick with his precum. Her other hand cupped his balls, fingers massaging the tight sac. "She’s right," Clara hissed, her eyes burning into his. "Feel how hard you are? How fucking ready? You want to fuck me, Mark? Right now? While she watches? While she sucks that beast of hers?" She didn’t wait for an answer. She pushed him backwards, towards the plush velvet sofa. "Show her," Clara demanded, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper. "Show her what you’ve got. Show her how you fuck."
Mark stumbled back onto the sofa, his gaze flickering between Clara’s fierce expression and Alex, who was now rhythmically bobbing on her own titanic cock, her eyes locked on them, watching. Clara didn’t hesitate. She climbed onto him, straddling his hips. Her own cunt, still tender and swollen from Alex’s earlier assault, glistened, wetness dripping onto his abdomen. She reached down, guided the broad, leaking head of his cock towards her entrance.
"Fuck me, Mark," she commanded, lowering herself slowly. "Fuck me hard. Make me scream."
And as Mark felt the first, tight resistance of her stretched, bruised flesh yielding to his swollen girth, as he watched Alex watch him, sucking greedily on her own impossible monument to size, he thrust upwards, burying himself deep inside his wife, a desperate, possessive roar tearing from his throat.