Chelsea laid in bed that night, unable to sleep. Her husband Ted had been out the moment his head hit the pillow. She'd managed to keep Noah hidden from him, even through the party, by saying he was extra tired. That she "didn't want to risk him getting sick." The reality of the situation throbbed in her head. It invaded her every thought. All she could think about was the absolute beast hiding in her baby's onesie.
That huge, fat pillar that made her cum like a slut. She couldn't believe what she'd done, and yet, she needed more. Her breathing became shallow as she remembered the deep, full feeling of having her infant son's massive cock inside her. Feeling her tight little ass pressing against his bloated balls. The way her pussy was a gaping mess after he was finished shooting deep inside her.
She couldn't bear it any longer.
She slipped out of bed, tip-toeing as quietly as she could. She tried to keep her footsteps and breathing quiet, but it was a struggle. She was a woman possessed. She made it to Noah door, and gently opened it. She slipped in, closed it behind her, and carefully slunk over to the crib. By the light of the plug-in nightlight, she could see him sleeping peacefully. What's more, she could see the bulge underneath the blanket she'd put on him. A huge, solid mound. Her eyes grew wide. Slowly, and carefully, she removed the blanket, revealing the fact that she'd left him completely bottomless. She didn't want anything impeding his development. She wanted him to grow.
She nearly gasped aloud, as she realized: he had.
Even in the low light, she could see the long, thick curve of the baby boy's colossal endowment. Earlier, she would have still thought she could have stuffed him into a diaper if she needed to, but now? There was no way. It wasn't possible anymore. She went back over to the changing table, and grabbed the broken ruler.
One...two...
Her face nearly split with her grin, like a child at Christmas. Noah's flaccid penis was just under 9.5 inches in length. She gingerly wrapped her slender fingers around it. They couldn't touch.
"Fuck," she said aloud, "Oh honey I'm so proud of you...you got so much bigger for Mommy." Suddenly, in her loosely gripping hand, she felt his heartbeat. It began to thicken. Lengthen. Chelsea nearly moaned on the spot. Noah was getting hard again. How big would it be now?
She saw it throb, pick up more girth, more length. It just kept growing. At this rate, she had no idea when it would stop. After what seemed like hours, the massive pillar of dick reached its apex. Time to measure. Chelsea excitedly began counting. As she continued to need to move up the shaft, her excitement only grew. She practically squealed when she saw he crested 14", not to mention he was so fat she doubted she could get her mouth around it. She touched the front of her panties, feeling how wet they were. She knew what she needed.
Gently waking him, she picked Noah up out of the crib, his huge, fat balls swaying in his low-hanging sack. "Ssshhh, it's okay," she calmed him, "Mommy just needs a little more..."
She realized riding him might be too difficult at this stage. He was too small to actually fuck her...but what if...? She placed him in his bouncy carriage, carefully aligning it so his enormous cock could stick out the front, angling it down. Maybe this would do. She quickly stripped, got on all fours, and presented her firm, tight ass to her baby boy.
"Time to teach you Doggy, baby..."