Sandra's mornings were both the best and worst parts of her day. She relished the gentle warmth of the light when she reached out from her pile of blankets to yank the curtains aside and let the old sun wake her up. One by one, her blankets fell aside so that the rays could caress her naked body. To call Sandra a shapely young woman would be an understatement - while her friendly, freckled face was a joy to look at, it couldn't hope to compete with her perky, head-dwarfing breasts or her heart-shaped backside.
They were part of the trouble. Just casually grazing those puffy, pink nipples was enough to excite her, and Sandra made an awful mess when she got excited. That's when the monster between her legs would stir, a huge, fat girlcock rising between her delectable thighs like a third leg, fully larger than her own arm even when soft and quickly gaining inches in length and girth as it grew.
Sandra only really dreaded cleaning up the mess afterwards. The process of making it was much too enjoyable to resist, and so - like every morning - she smiled at the sight of her dick and kicked off the last of the blankets to make space for her morning workout. The motion sent her fat, hairless balls jiggling, audibly sloshing with an absurd volume of girlcum, and the expectation of what was to come made them bloat further.
Sandra hefted the fat shaft with both hands - only barely managing to touch her fingertips around - and nestled it in her deep cleavage. It was almost too long to fit, the huge crown pushing against her chin and leaving a wet kiss of warm, musky pre that trickled down past her neck.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Sandra murmured and gave her cock a kiss in return, her nimble tongue slipping through the pliable cumslit and prompting another shudder of expansion. "You've been growing again, havn't you?"
She knew it had. Every day her junk grew bigger, and Sandra loved it. The inhuman weight had never managed to slow her down and she didn't care much for wearing pants, anyway.
Another wet kiss later, Sandra's cock rose above and past her face, pouring a mess of cum into her fiery red hair. She suffered from a bad case of morning hair, but the cum shower rarely made it any better. And yet Sandra persisted, running her nimble hands down the sides of her warm, pulsing shaft and squirming as the powerful, pleasant sensations ran up her spine. She caressed her huge, bowling-ball sized scrotum - she could practically feel the churning inside as her girlballs made more and more cum for her to play with. (Even if it ended up in her hair!)
Sandra had a theory that her musky cum was the source of her rocking curves, and she never missed an opportunity to lather herself up or drink straight from the tap. Her hands slid upwards once again, coming to rest on either side of her hefty tits and pushing them together. She needed tits this big to fuck herself, after all - and they had to keep up with her growing cock. Milk squirted from her fattening nipples as she squeezed together and mixed with the slippery sheen of jizz already on her skin.
No matter how many times she fucked herself, the sheer intensity of the experience always overwhelmed her. Sandra arched her back and pumped her arms until her muscles burned. Her hips moved on their own and her body grew hot and slick with sweat. The open faucet of cum became a hose, spraying gallons of potent girljizz onto the wall before she even hit her climax, and the backsplash drenched floor, walls and ceiling with the pungent smell of her sex. The only reason her electronics survived the flood was waterproofed plastic sheet over her desk.
"Haah... H-aah..." Sandra gasped for breath. In her almost delirious state of mind, however, there was one thing that she remained keenly aware of; the growth of her cock. Inch by inch, the beastly pole expanded, hanging far above her head. It wouldn't take long for it to outgrow Sandra herself - and she pushed eagerly to make it happen! Her smooth balls overflowed her knees, all but vibrating as they fueled her furniture-wrecking tsunami of cum, and her cock threatened to grow too thick to even titfuck properly.
Sandra's determination could not be quenched that easily, however. She collected and poured cum over her huge, jiggling tits like a madwoman, cackling with glee as the pliant orbs swallowed up her fuckrod anew. The swelling made her skin tingle and the world became a wash of color and sound as the orgasm overtook her.
Sandra's mornings were both the best and worst times of her day. As her bedroom came back into focus, she laid on an island in a shallow sea of amazingly hot girlcum. Her soft cock, still far bigger than the girl herself, bopped lazily against the door at the other end of the room. Another couple of days like this and it wouldn't fit inside, much less the rest of her. Sandra couldn't help but smile.
"I should grab a shower," she told herself. The tingling sensation of growth still lingered, however. She could wait a couple more minutes - her alarm clock had drowned somewhere in the white sea, anyhow. Sandra settled back. "Just until my tits are past medicine balls..."