Stephon sees Tasha, standing there in utter shock and horror at him, Tasha's phone laying on the ground by her feet. Tasha had just witnessed one of her best friends since middle school, first, jack off a disembodied penis poking out of a phone screen like a glory hole, and second, that friend herself becoming a beefcake toon squirrel. Her brain couldn't proses what was happening. She was stupefied by the spectacle in front of her and, like a deer in headlights, and just stood there dumbfounded.
"There you are, babe." Stephon says, locking eyes with Tasha while nibbling on some leafy greens with a chittering sound. "Want some? Or are you too distracted by my pure masculinity? Can't say I blame ya'." Stephon flexes a bicep which causes it to bulge several feet into the air and accompanied with the sound of a sledge hammer bell carnival game. "Like what you see? You've haven't even gotten a gander at the best part yet." Stephon, in a quick step, sidles up to Tasha and only after this 8 foot tall and at least half as wide mountain of mussel and fluff slid up next to her did she realize the sheer size difference between them. Most obvious of all is the speedo clad bulge that pulsates inches away from her, looking more like he's smuggling a large dog in his pants than any sort of reasonable genitals. "You're not bad yourself, babe."
Finally, Tasha's fight or flight response kicks in. She screams as she turns to run, doing a bit of a burn out on the spot. However, Stephon grips Tasha about the waist tightly, his hold strong enough to push her fat (and possibly internal organs) up and down into her bust and rear, like she was made of putty his his hands. Although she couldn't see it, she surely now had an hourglass figure of a teenage boy's fantasy. "Not so fast honey buns, I've got an itching that only you can scratch. But don't worry, it'll be good for the both of us." Tasha try's to speak, but all the air had been pushed out of her. Meanwhile, Stephon lowers the waistband of his speedo, releasing the tower of meet that it was hiding, despite being much too small to have held so much meat. She guessed that it was as big as her entire person.
Stephon maneuvered Tasha above his already erect impossible cock. His big squirrel dick is as wide as Tasha's own hips, there was no way this thing was ever going to fit. At least she thought it wouldn't until it did anyways. With one smooth motion, Stephon pushed Tasha onto his dick and Tasha stretched around his tree log thick rod like she was made of rubber. This amount of stretching and pushing should have torn her apart, or at least been unbearably painful, but instead Tasha found along with shock and awe, a surge of pleasure and heat was radiating out from her pussy, now so wide to easily fit her whole upper body if she could reach.
As he slid into her, Tasha's flesh molded with every inch, hugging Stephon's flesh to mimic its contours. Further and further it went, Stephon loosened his grip so that his dick could slide up into Tasha's waist. She'd question what was happening to her anatomy to let this monster keep going deeper and deeper, but it's already past the point of splitting her in half so there's no more use in questioning it. It went past her waist and continued into her chest cavity until her hips finally slapped against his thighs, filling her whole torso with the most insane feeling of pleasure and fullness that she's ever felt. And she looked ridiculous; her boobs are pushed up near her neck with her chin resting in her own cleavage as her whole torso is little more than a sleeve with limbs for this massive meat tube, its cockhead and veins clearly shown in the folds of her stretchy flesh.
Tasha's breasts lowers and returned to their natural position as Stephon retracted half way out only to push back in, then back out, then in; over and over, faster and faster, Stephon used Tasha as his personal sex toy, and she loved it. Tasha was in bliss. She didn't even care anymore what this giant toon squirrel who used to be her bff Stephany was doing to her; with each thrust, she felt more and more full and complete, from her naked flopping tits that bounced further and heavier each pump, to her hips and ass that seem to have pulled all the mass from her now spindly arms and legs. She could even moan and cry in ecstasy again from her thick red lips that could double as an air bag, regardless of if she didn't even have a diaphragm anymore.
By the time Tasha had become an extreme exaggeration of sexuality, she and Stephon were both on the edge. "I hope.. ug.. you're ready.. huff.. for the mother load!" Stephon grunts out before they both sighing out a cry of relief and come together. Tasha convulses as an unrelenting torrent of seed is planted deep inside her; she can feel the pressure push against her everything. Her chest and torso swell rapidly, filled with gooey liquid. Her sight is blocked by her own sloshing tits as the bulging condom that was her body inflates to the point where she's little else than a big bag of cum with useless arms and legs and a massive pair of tits and lips.