Chapter 5: Morning
The metallic glint of the measuring tape still burned behind Chloe’s eyelids even days later. Sleep had been a fractured thing, haunted by the doctor’s cold pronouncement: accelerated. Now, the early morning sun sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and Alice’s sleeping form. Alice stirred, a soft hum vibrating against Chloe’s bare shoulder. Her hand, small and warm, drifted down Chloe’s stomach, fingertips tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower.
Chloe inhaled sharply as Alice’s fingers brushed the base of her cock, already thickening noticeably with the dawn and Alice’s proximity. It felt heavier this morning. Fuller. A persistent, low throb pulsed through it, a constant reminder of Dr. Reed’s words. Alice’s touch turned deliberate, her palm cupping the growing weight, her thumb rubbing slow circles over the rapidly hardening shaft.
“Mmm… good morning, big girl,” Alice murmured sleepily, her voice thick. She shifted, nuzzling Chloe’s neck, her breath hot. “Feeling… ambitious today, aren’t we?” Her fingers tightened, a possessive squeeze that sent a jolt straight to Chloe’s core. Alice pushed herself up, straddling Chloe’s hips in one fluid motion. Her small breasts brushed against Chloe’s chest, her nipples hard points against Chloe’s skin. Alice’s cunt, already slick and swollen, pressed against the rigid length trapped between their bodies.
The sheer girth was undeniable. Chloe could feel the pressure of herself against Alice’s folds, thick and insistent. Alice reached down, guiding Chloe’s cock, positioning the broad, flushed head against her dripping entrance. She didn’t hesitate. With a low groan that was pure want, Alice sank down.
Chloe gasped. It wasn't just the familiar heat, the tightness. It was the stretch. Alice’s body yielded, but the resistance was palpable, visceral. Chloe could see the strain in the cords of Alice’s neck, the way her inner thighs trembled as she forced herself lower, taking more of the thick shaft. Inch by thick inch disappeared, Alice’s cunt stretching obscenely wide, her inner muscles fluttering wildly against the invading pressure. Alice’s eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth a tight ‘O’ of effort and intense sensation. She bottomed out with a sharp cry, her ass resting heavily on Chloe’s thighs, her body impaled to the hilt.
“Fucking hell, Chloe,” Alice panted, her voice strained, breathless. She braced her hands on Chloe’s stomach, her knuckles white. “It’s… it’s more. Deeper. Fills me… so fucking full… splits me…” A shudder ran through her. She began to move, lifting herself slowly, the thick shaft pulling almost entirely free, glistening wet with her arousal. The head was massive, engorged, the ridge pronounced and deep purple. Alice paused at the apex, hovering, her cunt visibly gaping for a split second before she slammed back down.
The impact jarred them both. Chloe cried out, arching off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming – a hot, velvet vise clamping down, impossibly tight, impossibly deep. Alice’s rhythm was slow, deliberate, each descent a struggle against the sheer size, each rise punctuated by a wet gasp. Her fingernails dug into Chloe’s skin.
“Yes… oh god, yes…” Alice moaned, her head falling back. “Feel it… stretch me… fuck… so big…” Her movements became shorter, more frantic, grinding down hard onto the root of Chloe’s cock rather than lifting high. She was chasing the pressure, the profound feeling of being stuffed beyond capacity. “Harder… oh fuck, Chloe, move! Fuck me with this monster!”
Chloe gripped Alice’s hips, her own need rising despite the dread coiling in her gut. She thrust upwards, meeting Alice’s downward grind. The force made the bed frame creak. Alice’s cries escalated – sharp, breathless gasps turning into near-sobs. Her body tightened, coiled. Her inner muscles clamped down in a sudden, violent spasm, a hot, rhythmic pulsing that gripped Chloe’s cock like a fist.
“OH! GOD! CHLOE!” Alice screamed, her body locking rigid. Her orgasm ripped through her, convulsive and raw. Her cunt clenched and milked Chloe’s shaft with astonishing power, wave after wave of intense contractions pulling a guttural groan from Chloe’s throat as the pressure built beyond bearing. It was too much, too intense. Alice shuddered violently atop her, crying out wordlessly as the climax tore through her, triggered solely by the overwhelming stretch and depth, her juices flooding around the thick cock buried deep inside her.
The frantic milking was too much for Chloe. With Alice still convulsing around her, Chloe thrust deep one final time and erupted. Hot, thick ropes of come pumped violently into Alice’s clenching depths, pulse after heavy pulse, each surge matched by another fierce, greedy spasm from Alice’s core. Chloe’s vision whited out, the world reduced to blinding heat and pressure.
They collapsed, slick and trembling, Alice slumped bonelessly forward onto Chloe’s chest, her body twitching with aftershocks. Chloe’s cock, still thick and semi-hard, remained lodged deep within Alice’s heat, pulsing faintly. The silence was broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the fan.
Alice stirred first, pushing herself up slightly, a blissful, dazed smile on her face. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and satisfied, drifted to Chloe’s softening cock, still nestled within her. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she breathed, her voice wrecked but filled with awe. She slowly lifted herself off, wincing slightly as the thick shaft slipped free with a wet sound. Chloe felt a strange emptiness, a sudden chill.
Alice knelt between Chloe’s thighs, staring intently. Chloe’s cock lay heavy against her stomach, still impressive even in its semi-flaccid state, glistening with Alice’s slick and traces of their combined release. Alice’s gaze was sharp, analytical now, the post-coital haze replaced by focused curiosity. Her hand reached out, not to caress, but to grasp the base firmly.
“Al…?” Chloe started, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in her chest.
“Ssh,” Alice murmured, her eyes fixed on the thick shaft. Her other hand reached towards the nightstand, fingers closing around the cold metal of the measuring tape. The sound of the tape being pulled free was unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Click. Zzzzip.
Chloe closed her eyes. She heard the rustle of the notebook pages – the one where Alice meticulously recorded her measurements, a morbid logbook of her condition. She felt the cool touch of the metal tape against the underside of her cock near the base. Alice’s fingers were precise, almost clinical, as she positioned the zero mark. Then, the tape stretched along the thick shaft, over the pronounced head. Chloe kept her eyes shut tight, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the slight tremor in Alice’s hand.
A beat of silence stretched. Then, Alice’s breath hitched. A soft, disbelieving sound escaped her lips. “Fuck me sideways,” she whispered, her voice thick with sudden, intense arousal. “Chlo… look.”
Reluctantly, Chloe opened her eyes. Alice was staring at the tape, her hazel eyes wide, pupils dilated. The metal strip lay taut along Chloe’s length. Chloe’s gaze dropped to the number visible where the tape met the tip.
It was undeniably larger. By a distinct, measurable increment. Accelerated. Dr. Reed’s word echoed, cold and clinical, clashing violently with the heat blooming on Alice’s cheeks, the sudden flush spreading down her neck.
“See?” Alice breathed, her voice trembling now, but not with dread. With excitement. Raw, hungry excitement. Her thumb rubbed over the tip, smearing a bead of residual moisture. “Look at that. It’s… fuck… it’s definitely bigger. 8 and three-quarter inches. It was only 8 and a half inches last week. Thicker too, I bet.” She shifted the tape to wrap around the thickest part of the shaft, just below the head. Her eyes darted to the measurement, then back to Chloe’s face, alight with a fierce, possessive glee.
Alice dropped the tape. It landed with a clatter on the sheets. She didn’t pick it up. Instead, she leaned forward, her hands braced on either side of Chloe’s hips, her face inches away. Her eyes were dark pools of desire, fixed not on Chloe’s eyes, but on the proof lying heavy between them. “Do you have any idea,” she whispered, her voice low and husky, “how fucking hot that is?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand wrapped around the base again, her grip firm, claiming. “How fucking turned on I am right now, knowing you’re growing? Knowing next week… next month… you’ll be even bigger? Filling me even more?” She lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace the swollen ridge.
Chloe recoiled internally. The casual lust in Alice’s voice, the pure, unadulterated thrill she took in the confirmation of Chloe’s worst fear, felt like a physical blow. The dread was a cold stone in her gut, heavy and immovable. She wanted to push Alice away, to scream, to demand how she could find this exciting when it felt like her body was becoming alien, monstrous.
But she didn’t move. She lay there, rigid, as Alice’s lips closed around the head of her cock again, sucking gently, possessively. Alice hummed, the vibration a low thrum against Chloe’s oversensitive flesh. Her green eyes stared past Alice’s tousled head, fixing on the abandoned measuring tape lying like a fallen accusation on the rumpled sheets. 8.75 inches. The metallic gleam seemed to catch the morning sun, impossibly bright, a cold beacon in the warm room. Alice sighed, a sound of deep, sated pleasure, her mouth working slowly, already lost in the renewed promise of more. Chloe closed her eyes, the taste of salt on her lips, the relentless throb between her legs a terrifying echo of the inexorable change. The silence pulsed around her, thick with Alice’s oblivious hunger and the terrifying, metallic whisper of the tape measure.