Joce blinked, trying to clear the stars from her vision. She'd never experience anything like that before. She'd been so driven to be filled she still wasn't sure what happened- the sex driven haze still clouded her memories.
But everything came flooding back as her sight cleared.
In front of her stood her fiancee Peter, but no longer the young, skinny boy he'd been 20 minutes before. Now a sex god stood before her, changed in her desperate need to be filled.
Eight feet tall, Peter had been filled to the brim with muscle- his shoulders stood six feet wide, pushed apart by massive traps that touched his ears. His arms, braced against the wall behind her, sported biceps that put kegs to shame- at least 60 inches each.
Her own watermelon sized breasts were dwarfed by the well cut pectorals they were flattened against.
She hadn't even been consciously thinking when she had changed him- she had just remembered this overwhelming urge to be satiated...
"Whu-what happened?" Peter shifted, waking up from his own blinding orgasm....
Suddenly the Need began to come back to Joce as Peter's movement shifted the dick still in her. Her hand on her abdomen could feel him inside her- he must be huge, and he was still soft.
Trying to fight the sex-crazy haze, Joce gritted her teeth. "Peter, you made me too horny- I'm craving again....and I can't control my powers when I'm like this- we...need...to..." Joce's voice began to fade into a guttural moan....