Peter blinked, overwhelmed by the giant orgasm he just experienced
from being custom fitted for his big, sex crazed girlfriend.
...make that bigger sex crazed girlfriend. He'd been slightly taller
than Joce just before he'd cum, but now she seemed almost his height.
Had she shrunk him while in her sex craze?
Suddenly the electricity of transformation kicked in again, and he
felt himself expand slightly throughout the lower half of his body-
particularly his balls, which now rested halfway down his thighs- as
Joce once again began to thrust up and down on top of him.
He reached his peak even faster this time and held on as he cummed for
what felt like eternity. And he watched, he realized he wasn't
shrinking, but Joce was growing...
...or rather, her giant breasts were. As if attached to an airhose,
they were expanded at a steady pace, now brushing his chin, and
spilling flesh over him, like two mostly inflated balloons. Pontoons,
practically.
As they kept growing, Peter began to panic- If this kept he was going
to suffocate from the biggest boobs in the world! He shifted to try
and move away to shrink her and her libido back to more manageable
sizes, but that was thwarted by her intimate embrace of his giant
stick. Just the movement alone caused them both to groan, and Joce to
expand a little more.
He really began to panic then, feeding off the adrenaline of their
situation. He couldn't just make her smaller- His dick might tear her
in two; and if he made her bigger, either she'd accidentally drown him
in mammary or in her hormonal daze just make HIM bigger to fit her
need. Plus, he groaned as a cup size nipple brushed his cheek, her
constant humping was making it hard to think.
Suddenly, Peter had an idea. He...