Chapter 4: The Phone Call
The insistent buzz of Chloe’s phone sliced through the humid silence of the bedroom, a jarring counterpoint to the wet, rhythmic sounds Alice was making. Chloe’s head jerked back against the pillow, the sudden movement pulling her cock slightly from the wet, sucking heat of Alice’s mouth. Her green eyes flew open, wide with a familiar, cold dread.
“Fuck,” Chloe gasped, her voice tight, trembling. Her hand, which had been tangled in Alice’s short hair, instinctively loosened. “Alice… it’s Dr. Reed.” The name hung in the air, heavy with implication – the endocrinologist, the specialist monitoring her inexplicable condition, the bearer of news she both craved and feared.
Alice didn’t pull away. Her lips tightened around the thick shaft, her tongue pressing firmly against the swollen underside vein. A low, possessive hum vibrated against Chloe’s sensitive flesh, sending conflicting shivers up her spine. Alice’s hazel eyes, dark with desire, flicked up to meet Chloe’s, holding her gaze with an intensity that brooked no argument. Not yet, that look said. This is mine right now.
“Al, please…” Chloe whispered, her body torn between the demanding heat of Alice’s mouth and the icy grip of anxiety tightening in her chest. The phone buzzed again, insistent. “It could be… the results.” The unspoken words felt like stones in her throat: It could be why it’s still happening. Why it feels even bigger tonight.
Alice finally released her with a slow, deliberate pop, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the glistening, flushed head of Chloe’s cock. She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her gaze never leaving Chloe’s face. The mischief was gone, replaced by a flicker of concern beneath the lingering lust. “Answer it,” she said, her voice husky but firm. “But hurry, I’m not done here.”
Chloe scrambled for the nightstand, fumbling the phone. Her fingers felt clumsy, slick. She swiped to answer, pressing the device to her ear, her heart hammering against her ribs.
“H-Hello? Dr. Reed?” Her voice was thin, breathless. From arousal or fear? Both.
Alice watched, kneeling patiently between Chloe’s spread thighs. Her fingers traced idle, feather-light patterns on the sensitive skin of Chloe’s inner thigh, dangerously close to where her cock stood rigid, glistening and impossibly thick. The pre-come beading at the tip was more copious than usual, slick and pearly. Alice’s own arousal painted the inside of her thighs, a wet sheen visible in the soft lamplight.
Chloe listened, her knuckles whitening around the phone. “Yes… yes, I understand… No, I haven’t experienced any… pain, exactly. Just… awareness. A lot of awareness.” Her eyes flickered down to where Alice’s fingers were now gently circling the base of her shaft, teasing the swollen ridge. Alice met her gaze, a slow, knowing smile curving her lips. Chloe swallowed hard. “Accelerated? How… how much accelerated?” Her voice cracked. She closed her eyes, absorbing the clinical words – biomarker levels spiking unexpectedly, the rate of growth potentially doubling or even tripling according to the models. No known cause. No current medical intervention beyond monitoring. Keep tracking the measurements.
“Okay,” Chloe choked out, the word tasting like ash. “Thank you, Doctor.” She ended the call, letting the phone drop onto the rumpled sheets beside her. She felt cold despite the room’s warmth, detached.
Alice immediately surged forward. “Well?” she demanded, her hands already sliding up Chloe’s thighs, reclaiming her territory. “What did she say?”
Chloe stared blankly at the ceiling. “Not only is it still not known why it keeps growing, it's… getting faster.” The words felt unreal. Her voice was flat, hollow.
For a fraction of a second, genuine concern flashed across Alice’s face. Then, it was replaced by something darker, hotter, more primal. Her eyes dropped hungrily to Chloe’s cock, seemingly even more engorged now, the veins standing out like thick cords under the flushed skin. “Faster?” Alice breathed, a tremor of pure, unadulterated excitement in her voice. “Holy shit, Chlo… that’s… fuck…”
Before Chloe could process the response, Alice’s mouth was on her again. Not the teasing, slow suction from before. This was hungry, demanding. She took the entire bulbous head in one go, her lips stretching wide, her tongue flattening and swirling over the sensitive ridge. She pushed down, taking more, forcing her jaw wider, her throat working as she fought to accommodate the sheer girth. A muffled groan vibrated against Chloe’s flesh – a sound of effort and intense pleasure.
Chloe cried out, a sharp gasp torn from her as sensation overwhelmed thought. The hot, wet, tight pressure was all-consuming. Alice’s head bobbed with fierce determination, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. One hand squeezed the thick base of Chloe’s cock, fingers barely meeting around its circumference, while the other slid lower, fingertips finding Chloe’s slick entrance, rubbing firm, rapid circles over her clit.
“Oh god, Al!” Chloe moaned, arching her back off the bed, her hands flying back to Alice’s hair, not to guide, but to hold on. The conflicting tides – the devastating news crashing against the tsunami of physical sensation Alice was unleashing – left her reeling. She felt like she was fracturing. “It’s too much… fuck… too fast…”
Alice pulled off with a wet gasp, saliva slicking her chin. Her eyes were blazing. “No it’s not,” she panted, her voice rough with desire. “It’s perfect. Look at it.” She ran her hand up the imposing length, her fingers trembling slightly with awe. “Look how fucking huge you are. How hard. How fucking mine.” She shifted, climbing over Chloe, her dripping pussy hovering directly above the throbbing shaft. “I need it inside me. Right the fuck now. Need to feel how much bigger it really is.”
She didn’t wait. Reaching down, Alice grasped Chloe’s cock, positioning the broad, leaking head against her slick, swollen folds. She sank down slowly, her breath hitching in a sharp gasp. Even with her arousal, the stretch was immense, immediate. Chloe could see the effort on Alice’s face, the way her inner muscles visibly clenched and fluttered, struggling to accept the invading thickness. Inch by impossibly thick inch, Alice impaled herself, her cunt stretching obscenely wide to sheath the monstrous cock.
“Fuuuuck!” Alice hissed through gritted teeth, her body trembling with the strain and the ecstasy. “Oh god, Chloe… it’s… so fucking big. Fills me up… splits me fucking open…” She bottomed out, her ass resting heavily on Chloe’s thighs, her internal walls clamped in a vice-like grip around the base. She paused, panting, her eyes closed, adjusting to the profound fullness. “Feel that?” she gasped. “Feel how deep you go now? How much more of you there is?”
Chloe could only nod, speechless. The sensation was overwhelming. The heat, the impossible tightness, the pressure deep inside Alice she’d never reached before – it was terrifying and electrifying. Her cock throbbed violently within the constricting heat.
Then Alice began to move. She rose slowly, the thick shaft pulling almost entirely free, glistening wet, then slammed back down with a grunt and a wet slap of flesh. The force drove the air from Chloe’s lungs. Alice set a brutal, demanding pace, riding Chloe with desperate urgency, driving that monstrous cock deep into her core with every downward plunge. Her hands braced on Chloe’s stomach, fingers digging in.
“Yes! Fuck! Take it!” Alice cried out, her voice raw. “Take this big fucking cock! God, it’s stretching me so wide… feels so fucking good!” Her rhythm became more frantic, less controlled. She was chasing something, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being filled beyond her limits. “Harder! Fuck me harder with it! I want to feel every fucking inch!”
Chloe met her thrusts, driving upwards, the bed protesting loudly. She watched, mesmerized and appalled, as Alice’s body accommodated her, as her own cock – undeniably larger, thicker – pistoned in and out of Alice’s glistening cunt. The sight was obscene. Primal. Alice’s moans escalated into sharp, breathless screams. Her head thrashed back, tendons standing out in her neck.
“I’m gonna… Oh fuck! CHLOE!” Alice shrieked. Her body locked, arched rigidly. Her inner muscles clamped down with shocking, rhythmic intensity, a powerful, milking contraction around Chloe’s shaft that felt like being gripped by a hot fist. Alice’s orgasm tore through her, violent and consuming, her cries echoing off the walls as she convulsed wildly atop Chloe, her juices flooding around the thick cock buried deep inside her.
The intense pressure, the raw sounds, the sheer physicality of Alice’s climax triggered Chloe’s own release. With a guttural groan ripped from deep within her chest, she thrust up one last time, burying herself impossibly deep, and erupted. Thick, hot ropes of come pumped violently into Alice’s clenching depths, pulse after pulse, each surge met by another fierce contraction from Alice’s core. Chloe’s vision blurred at the edges, the world narrowing to the point of unbearable pleasure-pain where their bodies joined.
They collapsed together, slick with sweat and come, breathing in ragged, broken gasps. Alice slumped forward onto Chloe’s chest, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. Chloe’s cock, thick and spent, remained lodged deep within Alice’s warmth, still pulsing faintly.
Alice nuzzled Chloe’s neck, a contented sigh escaping her. “See?” she murmured, her voice thick and sated, echoing the previous night’s words, but now laced with a new, possessive wonder. “Still you. All you. Just… more.”
Chloe stared past Alice’s tousled head. Her gaze landed on the nightstand. Beside the discarded phone, the cold, metallic gleam of the measuring tape seemed to mock her. More. Alice sighed again, a sound of deep satisfaction, and drifted towards sleep. Chloe remained rigid beneath her, the warmth inside her now a suffocating weight. The doctor’s words echoed: Accelerated… no stop. The measuring tape gleamed. Alice murmured contentedly against her skin. Chloe closed her eyes, the silence of the room suddenly deafening, filled only by the phantom echo of her own thudding heart and the terrifying, relentless pressure of more.