/u/Dankmaster931 (Alex: http://erotic3dx.com/blog/03172014/02.jpg)
/u/LiesAboutSize (Erica: http://i.imgur.com/R1W2ilX.jpg)

I yawn as I nudge open the door to the girls' bathroom. Why does school have to start so damn early? I need my beauty sleep, and it takes time to fix my hair and makeup in the mornings... This bathroom in particular is pretty far out of the way, so my grooming is unlikely to be disturbed. Perfect.
I hum lazily as I pull a brush out of my backpack and approach a mirror, smiling at myself. Before going to perfect my hair, I bounce up and down a bit to admire the way my boobs jiggle under my uniform. I'm one of the bustiest girls in our year, and I'm damn proud of it. Suddenly, I hear a shuffling sound coming from one of the stalls - is someone watching? I've heard there's been a boy sneaking into girls' bathrooms recently, and the idea so totally creeps me out.
"Hello? Is there someone else in here?" I call out as I approach the stall, slightly annoyed.


Oh, God, please no! I think to myself as I hear the footsteps approach my stall. But I can't stop grunting from the effort of my morning routine.
It's a little known fact, in fact, not known at all, that I have been sort of cursed since young age. I was born a beautiful girl - fairly nice curves, a beautiful face, and I have been blossoming into a beautiful young lady. But, one thing spoils it all for me - I have a huge set of male genitals. I always have. I can put the most well-endowed men on this world to shame before I even get a hard on. And that means only baggy pants for me, controlling my thoughts perfectly in public, and never ever letting slip. That also means rigorously draining myself every morning and evening just in case, making me late for first class every day and rarely, if ever, going to parties for fear of slipping up.
But I was bound to be discovered. It was just a matter of time. And of course, the timing couldn't be worse.
"Uhm. J-just a minute. I-I'll come out in a minute." I try to speak normally through grunts and stifled moans, but mostly fail, and desperately try to flush the overflowing toilet bowl, but the damned thing breaks, leaving the bowl full of white, sticky cum.


"Oh, Alex, it's you! Morning," I greet you, relieved. "I thought someone was spying on me, ha. Uh, are you having trouble in there? Is the toilet not flushing?" Standing right up against the stall door with my ear to the crack, I begin to notice a smell I don't recognize. It's thick and pungent, and smells kind of dirty... but somehow, I like it.
I raise an eyebrow at the grunts and moans. "Listen, I don't know what you're doing in there, but do you want me to get the janitor, or something?" Is this why you're late to your first class every day? I never took you for the super horny, secret slut type who masturbates at school, but I guess you just hide it really well. Not that I can judge you - there's a reason I immediately recognize those moans of pleasure.


"I...oh, uhm, hi Erica. I umm, don't need anything. T-thanks. I'll see you in class later?" Oh God, she knows. I'm not sure if she knows, but I can feel it. This is awkward. Please let her not know.
"So, uhm, what are you doing all the way here? Isn't this bathroom way out of your way to class?" I try to strike up a casual conversation, but immediately recognize my mistake. I should have just kept quiet and let you go your way.
And as if it couldn't get any worse, I suddenly get an surge of pleasure through my body, and with a loud moan that I can't hold back, a rope of cum splatters at your feet under the stall door. I immediately freeze up, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping it would all go away.


"Oh, I was just fixing up my hair and makeup before class. I didn't want to be disturbed. Yeah, this bathroom is pretty out of the way, isn't it? You could do anything in here without much risk of being caught, couldn't you?" I'm glad you can't see my mischievous smile through the door. Teasing you is always fun, and if I'm right about what you're doing in there, your face is probably redder than a tomato.
The smile is wiped off my face, however, when a jet of spooge hits the ground right in front of me and splashes on my shoes. I yelp, stepping back, suddenly very confused. "Alex, what the hell?! Is there a guy in there with you or something?" Determined to find out what's happening, I throw open the stall door (apparently you forgot to lock it) just as another geyser of thick cum rockets past me to splatter against a mirror. I'm too stunned to react, mouth agape as I take in the sight of your newly developed body and that... thing between your legs.


If the earth could just open up, swallow me whole and never spit me out again, that would be more than amazing right about now. You know, you definitely know. I gave myself away, and now everyone else will know, too.
The instant I shot out the first accidental load right at your feet, my hands shoot down, grabbing my cock in an attempt to...to do what exactly? I have no idea. But, as soon as I touch it, it gets even worse - it's grown so sensitive to the touch, just putting my hands on it cause it to erupt again, sending a jet of jizz in front of my frozen stare, through the newly open door, past your stunned expression, and splattering onto the wall in probably the biggest cumstain in recorded history.
And you saw everything. I stare back at you, looking at my monstrous shaft, too shocked to react. The stunned expression on your face, your open mouth...oh, can you imagine if I accidentally... I stop myself mid thought, but even just the thought crossing my mind is enough to get me excited, and my cock starts twitching and dribbling, the sound of ping-pong ball-sized cum drops hitting the floor echoing like thunder in the uncomfortable silence.
"I...I...I'm sorry, Erica. I should have told you earlier. B-but, I didn't want you to think I was a freak. But now you do...oh, no, I've ruined everything..." I finally try to explain, but I manage to blurt out nothing in particular, and I bow down my head, tears welling in my eyes, finally throwing a towel over myself in an attempt to cover up, but only managing to pitch a tent fit for a Khan.


"Alex, what...? Hey, come one, don't cry..." I somehow manage to put aside my shock for a moment and attempt to hug you, although given your current condition it's really more of an awkward half-hug. "You, uh, you're not a freak and you haven't ruined anything. Really. I'm just... surprised, is all." I'm really not good at comforting people, but I do my best for my best friend. My best friend with a giant cock. Huh.
"Have you always had... this?" I ask gently as I pull away. I glance down at the stretched out towel below me; there's already a wet patch spreading along the tip of the bulge.


"I..." I try to regain my composure, aided by your attempts at comforting, and mostly succeed. I return the hug as best as I can, and after we break it off, I steady myself again to speak, trying to contain my arousal from my cock rubbing against your side in that awkward hug. Why am I so damn horny?
"I've always had this. I was born this way, and I've always thought myself a freak, because nobody I know is this way. But, before yesterday, it was manageable. And then, yesterday, something happened, I don't know what, and my..." I point down with my eyes, "this, it grew overnight, and was double the size the moment I woke up. I even think since I woke up, it's grown even more." I blush like mad, not knowing what to do with my hands or my throbbing erection. But, it feels kind of good. Really good actually, to get it off my chest, and to be able to share my secret with somebody else. "Y...you won't tell anybody, will you?"


"Of course not! If you don't want me to, anyway. But I l-like it, actually," I blurt out. My shock still hasn't completely worn off, but now that I think about it I realize it's true: I do like it. Quite a lot. And I wouldn't mind seeing another of those geysers of spooge, either...
"A-Anyway, you come here before school every day to 'take care of yourself'?" I add quickly, trying to cover up my last statement as my face blushes nearly as red as yours.


"I've been doing this since I was in kindergarten. Before my parents even woke up, I always went in the toilet, and… took care of business. But it has never been like this." I turn around and point towards the overflowing toilet bowl. "And I'm so glad you like it. It… it's such a relief to be able to share this with someone who doesn't think I'm a weirdo." I sigh, and finally smile. "So, you like it, huh?"


"Yeah. Yeah, I do." I give you a shy, yet eager smile. I'm not normally this timid, but I've never imagined being turned on by a girl before, let alone my best friend. Of course, calling you a girl might not be entirely accurate, but who's counting?
Our moment is cut short by the buzz of the first class bell. "Shit! We're late!" I pick up my backpack and make for the door. Before I leave, though, I look over my shoulder at you. "Wanna come over after school today?"


I stay there, still a bit confused and excited but what just happened. "Yeah, I guess I'll see you after class." I say in a bit of a daydream, looking at you, but not seeing you.
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The last bell rings, and I rush over to your room, nervous and excited. I ring your bell and wait for you to open, fidgeting in place.


I open the door to your nervous expression, and a grin spreads across my face. "Well, you look eager. Come in." I close the door behind you, my mind racing about what I'm going to do to that glorious beast between your legs.
"So, what do you want to do?" Of course, I know exactly what you want to do, but it's so fun to tease you. "We could watch a movie, or play with my dog..."


"Movie is fine!" I blurt out, barely able to contain myself. I know you, and I know you are a bit of a pervert, but my naive mind still doesn't come to the conclusion that you might want something more than just talking about my problem, like good friends should. "We could watch an… umm, a drama, or a comedy or something." I say as I take off my coat, and underneath it, this time, I'm not wearing my baggy pants, but a pair of tight, comfy leggings that hug my curves and my bulge. And my oh my, my bulge has grown even more since our encounter in the bathroom this morning. It's now so big, it can hang almost to my knee even when completely soft. But, I don't care. With you, I don't need to hide.


I raise an eyebrow at your enthusiasm, thrown off guard for a moment. I didn't know you were this naive. But that thought is replaced by sight of your enormous bulge as you take off your jacket. I can practically see the veins on that juicy cock through your skin tight leggings; the sight nearly makes me drool, but I stop myself.
"Mmmm... Sure, I just got one from Netflix, let's go to the living room..." I wonder how long you can hold out - those balls are looking awful swollen.


"You go plop on the couch, I'll be right there." I say and go to the bathroom. I look for a little while and find a wash bin that I can take with me, and take it, together with a towel, and return to join you on the couch.
I plop down right next to you and, to your probably big surprise, I pull down my pants lightly, and reveal the bulge, in all it's fleshy glory. I unroll it and lay it across my thigh and, to your surprise hopefully, onto yours. I want to show you that I trust you, and that you're a good enough friend to share my secret with. "Ah, much better. Hope it's not a problem for you."


"Sure, I'll get it started." I roll my eyes as I walk to the living room. Well, watching a movie doesn't sound too bad right now, actually. I do like hanging out with you, and I'd feel weird starting something sexual completely out of the blue.
"Hey, I just put the movie in. What's with the wash bin? Are you going to... um..." I lose my train of thought as you plop your fat, meaty cock onto my lap. Even soft I can feel its heat through my skirt, and it's covering a very sensitive area. "N-No, that's fine. Go ahead and... do what makes you comfortable." I squirm in my seat, not expecting this turn of events. Should I just grab it and go to town? Would that make you uncomfortable?


"Oh...OOOH. I'm sorry. I...I just thought..." I blush heavily and awkwardly tug back my meatpole, letting it hang over the wash bin. "I just keep cycling through all 50 shades of awkward, don't I." But, with a bit of hidden delight, and a bit of shame I notice that I'm starting to get a hard-on. Even the closeness to you is enough to turn me on. Oh God, I feel like a wild animal in heat. And why is it that suddenly, all I can think of is your luscious blonde hair, your angelic face, your soft, delicate features, and your sweet ass just begging to be plowed.
I freeze mid thought, shocked by myself. I quickly decide to change the subject, as I can feel myself getting harder and hotter. "S...so, umm, Erica, what are we going to watch, and will there be popcorn?"


"Hehe... don't worry about it." I gulp, my eyes dancing back and forth between the TV and your slowly swelling log.
"Watch? Oh, um, Mean Girls." Oh, perfect - a movie starring multiple hot young women. "No popcorn, sorry... so, what are you doing with the wash bin?"


"Oh, that sounds cool. I don't think I've ever seen that one." I say idly, my hand going to my shaft absentmindedly, and begins petting it gently. "And the wash bin. It's for emergencies. Just in case something like this morning happens again." I say as I continue stroking myself, not even realizing I'm doing it. And just as in the morning, my shaft begins to trickle tiny blobs of precum and splatter them in the wash bin, the TV drowning out the noise. "Oh, wow, those girls are really pretty."


"Lindsay Lohan in her prime, huh?" I flash you a smirk. I'm beginning to get used to your fat cock just laying there for me to see, and am mostly able to keep my attention on the movie. I really shouldn't immediately jump to sexual things with my friend, should I? I mean, a pervert I am, but you're certainly not, and I don't want to jeopardize our friendship just to satisfy my cock lust. Even if it is the most glorious cock I've ever seen - the weight of it, the thickness, the amount of cum it shoots out...
Part way through the movie I steal a glance at the wash bin; I have to bite my tongue when I notice it's half full of precum alone.


"Yeah, Lindsay is great. But, Regina is hot." I say, my stroking beginning to pick up pace. "She kind of reminds me of you, but, you know, way less curvy and sexy." I blurt out, not even realizing it.
And then, a little while later, the scene comes where Regina pops up with her bunny costume, and wiggles her ass at the camera to show off. I freeze up, and before I realize it, a rope of cum is flying through the air, splattering right beside the TV. "Oh, God, I'm so, so sorry. I… I dunno what happened." I begin to blush again, my hands pressing down on my cock, as of trying to suppress it.


"Woah!" My focus on the movie is thrown off by the huge wad of jizz that smacks into the wall right next to it. "You mean you weren't jacking off, or anything? That was just happened by itself?" I look at your pained expression, holding down your girlcock like it has a mind of its own. A moment later, I hear another jet of spooge fire into the bin, hitting it hard enough to splash some of the precum out.
"Damn, hold on! I'll get another," I call to you as I dash off to look for another suitable container. At the rate you're shooting out cum, that wash bin will last seconds...


"I'm so sorry. I… It's not on purpose. I'm just way too sensitive. I can drive myself to orgasm just by thinking, ooor even by the slightest touch in the right place. A-and those girls in the movie, a-and you standing there next to..." I freeze up again. Why… why am I so sensitive, so horny?
"And not only am I hypersensitive, my… love juice is off the charts. Before, I used to cum about a bucket every morning, and a little bit in the afternoon. Today, I emptied the toilet bowl 4 or 5 times, and then clogged it afterwards before you came in the toilet. And I feel like it's only getting worse. My cock is growing like crazy. It grew by 10 inches today. Yesterday, it was only about 8, and today, it's...well longer. I measured it before I came, it was 18 inches, and I feel like it grew even since I came." As I explain this though, I sound half excited, half ashamed.


I pull an empty trash can out of a nearby cupboard and bring it over to you, just as the surface level of your pool of cum nears the rim of the wash bin. "You've grown even bigger since school today?! Alex... that is so hot." It feels good to finally say it - I'm almost too mesmerized by the gush of cum into the new 10-gallon or so trash can to watch for your reaction. Slowly, tentatively, I reach for your dick and begin giving it long strokes, milking it into the trash can like a cow's udder. Very quickly the splash of cum on plastic turns into liquid on liquid, and you begin filling yet another container.


"Yeah, I… I think I have. It's a lot slower than the initial growth spurt, but… Wait what? You don't find this disgusting?" I raise an eyebrow as I see you staring at the slowly filling trash bag. "I thought everybody would be put off by this constant leakage of EEP..."
I yelp as I feel your soft hand on my cock, and a wave of pure bliss washes over me. "E-errri-oooh." I try to say something, but all that comes out is an incoherent mix of what might be your name and loud moan and groan. My vision goes cloudy, and my hands go to my breasts, and I begin to furiously massage them as white spots begin to pop up in my vision. My balls suddenly swell up massively, going from their former peach size to the size of a big melon each. The flow of cum also changed into massive shots, probably about a gallon each, that splash into the bag, almost spraying to the outside. You can see each new shot travel down my shaft, making it bulge with the sheer mass of the discharge, parting your hand before blasting out of the tip and into the bag, quickly beginning to fill it up.
But my balls aren't the only thing that seems to be growing. It might just be your imagination, but my cock seems to be getting longer by about an inch every time I unload, and definitely getting thicker. At first, you could close your hand around it, but as I fill the bag halfway, you can't do that anymore, no matter how hard you try.
And me, I'm a grunting, panting, moaning mess on the couch, writhing and twisting with pleasure as I grope myself lustfully, enjoying the seemingly endless orgasm.
And before long, in fact, just 10 seconds after the start of the whole ordeal, the bag is full, the cum beginning to leak from the top. I manage to get a bit of sense into me, and I grab it to prevent it from spilling out all it's contents, and I stand up on weak, wobbling knees, to wait until you get a new one. As I do, my cock dips into the pool of cum, and I can actually feel how much longer it had gotten. There have to be at least 25 inches submerged into the thick, warm mass of cum, and another 5-6 sticking out. Just the warm feeling around my shaft causes me to moan and cum one last time, sending the mass rolling off the edge as a liter or so of cum races down the sides of the bag and begins to pool at the base of the bag.


I actually drool as I feel your unloading cum cannon grow longer, thicker in my hand. All too quickly I'm not holding it anymore, but simply laying a hand on it, not nearly able to wrap my hand around the ultra thick shaft. "Alex, oh my god..." I'm sorely tempted to stick a hand down my panties and join you in the throes of orgasm, but the trash can is nearly full and you're unloading more cum by the second. Cursing under my breath, I run off to find another container.
"Come on, come on..." Throwing aside junk from a hall closet, I pull out an old plastic baby bath and bring it to you. Not any too soon, either - a giant puddle of spunk is spreading across the floor, and you're too far gone to stop it even if you could control your third leg. I awkwardly pull it over to the bath so you can start filling yet another container.
I give a weak laugh, hardly able to believe what I'm seeing. Half-thinking, I slip a hand down my skirt and start fingering myself furiously.


I slowly come to grips with myself, and begin to regain my bearings. I notice the huge mess that I've made - the splatter on the wall, the puddle on the floor, the overflowing bag, and the baby tub that's also has a good couple of inches of spunk on the bottom. I blink a couple of times, shaking of the last tendrils of pleasure from my body and the last couple of spurts of jizz from my dripping shaft, and it slowly begins to soften up.
I turn to talk to you, but I notice you're busy, your hand under your skirt, furiously working on yourself. Oh, God, no, the sight of you fingering yourself, your soft form jiggling lightly, visible even under your clothes, it's enough to get me to go hard again. I can feel the pressure in my balls begin to mount again. "No, no, not again." I whimper quietly, my meatpole fully erect again, demanding attention. No, I won't let it take over me again. I'm the master of my own body.
With that, I put all my willpower into controlling myself. The temptation is great, and I feel like I might slip any second. Just the sight of you pleasuring yourself makes my cock twitch and quiver, begin for a piece of the action as well. And, even though I don't manage to shake off my arousal completely, at least I manage to stop myself from cumming again, for now. And I'll take every small victory over my condition that I can.
"E-Erica, you really are enjoying this?" I lay a hand on your shoulder, hoping not to interrupt you too rudely, but still hoping you'd stop, as I feel the arousal crashing like a battering ram against the gates of my self control, and I don't know how long I'll hold out.


My panties grow more soaked by the second as I rapidly rub my hard clit, mesmerized by the incredible sight in front of me. I quickly approach orgasm and close my eyes, basking in pleasure. Almost there...
But the feeling of your hand on my shoulder brings me out of my trance. "Alex? You're..." Opening my eyes, the first thing I notice - with some disappointment - is that you've stopped unloading your copious seed. Then I notice your pained expression, clearly struggling to control yourself, and I immediately feel guilty. "Oh god, Alex, I'm... I'm sorry. It's just, you seemed like you were so into it, and I wanted to... It didn't occur to me that you wanted to stop yourself. I'm sorry." I wipe my gooey hand on my skirt, my eyes tearing up a little. "But yeah, I really was enjoying it. I know you don't like your body, Alex, but I think it's amazing." I smile sincerely at you, trying to resist the urge to stare at your still-rock-hard dick.


"Well, it's not that I don't like my body. I like it. I may not be as curvy as you, but I still think I have an alright body." I slap my ass as if to emphasize the point, and immediately wince as a wave of pleasure washes over me, and I almost lose my cool, my cock beginning to pulse and strain with excitement as my curves, even though a fair bit smaller than yours, jiggle and shake from the slap.
I take a second to steal myself, and then continue. "The only thing I don't really like about myself is… well, this." I nod down to my twitching shaft. "But, you. You make me feel special, and good about myself, even with my..peculiar situation. I know we haven't spent much time together, but, thank you." I smile and lean forward, giving you a quick kiss on the mouth, and my cock rubs against the side of your thigh, making me moan as I kiss you.


That was exactly what I wanted to hear, and more. I lean back into your kiss, much more forceful and eager than you are, putting my hands on your waist and pulling you closer. Of course, this makes your cock rub even more of its surface area onto my thigh, but at this point I don't even care about any mess you make - I just want to give you mind bending orgasms until you can't think straight.
I pull back momentarily, giving you a look of intense lust and breathing heavily. "You... you want to see my body too?" My hands are already at the buttons to my school uniform, revealing a bit more of my jiggly cleavage.


I yelp as you pull me closer, and I can feel myself rubbing against you, the pleasure increasing rapidly. I almost whimper as I hear your question, and my cock begins twitching and quivering even more violently at your side.
"Y-Yes." I say weakly, trying to fight off my urges. But, as you open up your school uniform, revealing more and more of your chest, I lose it almost instantly. My hands immediately go to your shirt, and I basically tear it open, revealing your bare chest. Not wearing a bra with those jugs? Wow, someone's naughty! Good!
I then jump in your lap, wrapping my legs around your waist, and holding onto your shoulders with my hands. My cock slaps into the canyon of your cleavage, parting it for a second, until it settles in nicely between your tits. You can also feel my swollen balls pressed against you, churning and growing slowly.


Just as well you freed my boobs from beneath my shirt - my nipples were aching for attention. I give a grunt of my own when you jump into my lap and your cock hits my chest, knocking the wind out of me. The feeling of our bodies being so close, as well as the throbbing and churning of your needy body, brings my arousal to a whole new level. I wish I could reach your mouth to continue making out, but your monster has other plans. I do what I can, though: grabbing my own nipples with a soft moan, I push my breasts together and start shifting up and down. It's a bit of an awkward motion, as I don't have much leverage to move, but the feeling of our bodies writhing against each other more than makes up for it.


Your tits feel amazing squished against my pole. So amazing, in fact, that it doesn't take long for me to lose my remaining will, and I slowly let loose of all my inhibitions. As soon as I do, my cock begins to dribble precum again, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, soon pumping a liter of it every couple of seconds. It flows down around my shaft, making it slick and wet and glistening with the sweet, sticky goo.
I begin thrusting my hips up and down greedily, slathering my baby batter all over your tits, between them, on your chest, down on your belly, and even on my own more modest sized breasts, now squished against yours, and I whimper quietly with pleasure. "Oh, Erica." I manage to moan out between grunts of pleasure and frustration, my climax quickly approaching.


My grinding and wriggling motions rub my pussy against your throbbing balls, and the orgasm I put off when you touched my shoulder is coming back with a vengeance. Your precum flows down onto the both of us, absolutely soaking our lower bodies as well as the couch underneath us; but I don't care about the mess.
"I - want to see you cum - Alex," I growl in between heavy breaths. My face is flushed and sweating lightly as I tit fuck you closer and closer to climax. "I want to - see just what - your body can do. I want - oh, I'm going to - MMMPH!" I push my face into your pillar of fuckmeat as my orgasm finally overtakes me, making me shiver against you as I squirt out a small fraction of your incredible output of pre.


I'm on the brink, of cumming, my massive shaft twitching and shaking violently as my balls churn and bubble, preparing their load. I try to answer you, but all that I manage to churn out is a mess of panting, grunting and moaning. I'm almost there, I just need a little more...
And then I feel your body tighten with the orgasm, and your face bury in the side of my meatpole. My vision gets spotty, then I black out for a second, and the flood gates open, almost literally. My face pressed against my cock as well, and my whole body convulses, my balls swell up, almost doubling in size, now resembling two large watermelons, and they begin to send their load up my pipe in huge, visible bulges.
They erupt from my tip in heavy, thick ropes, each probably about a gallon's worth of cum, and splash the ceiling above us, and begin raining down, thick, white balls of cum splattering all over and around us. I scream with pleasure for a moment, and then the scream dies down, but I continue gripping you tight. Even after your orgasm has subsided, mine continues. In fact, it continues for a full minute, spraying gallon after gallon of thick baby batter against the ceiling, drenching it thoroughly, and raining down, a thick pool of musky jizz forming around the couch. And again, like earlier, every rope I send out makes my shaft grow thicker and longer.
The fountain of cum is starting to die down, the last few spurts of cum plopping out of my pole, not being able to reach the ceiling, and land back down on your head, making a loud slapping sound against you. As they do, my now 45 inch shaft begins to soften up, and my whole body begins to grow weak in your grip. As my shaft softens up, it begins to shrink, my balls following its example, deflating down to a more manageable large-melon size. As I grow completely soft, my body goes limp, and I collapse on the couch next to you, landing on a puddle of my own juice, splashing heavily in it, and I fall asleep before I even hit the couch, my body limp with exhaustion from the long orgasm.


My shivering orgasm is only magnified by the explosion of your own. "Aleeeex!" I moan aimlessly as the bucking of your shaft rocks me back and forth. I was already coated with precum, but the thick, sticky cum raining down on me now puts it to shame. My orgasm lasts an exceptionally long 20 seconds or so - but by the time I collapse into the soaked couch back, you're just hitting your stride. Somehow, your already impossibly huge dick and balls have swollen to nearly twice their previous size, apparently to match the ungodly amount of spunk they're putting out. I watch in awe and lust as you continue to shoot gallon after gallon all over the ceiling, and the couch, and the two of us... and the rest of the room.
As the last few bucket-sized wads spurt out of your softening cock head, I nervously survey the room. Every single surface is streaked and splattered; cum drips from the ceiling in rivulets, and nearly obscures the floor under massive puddles. I'm enjoying my orgasmic afterglow too much to be seriously anxious, but taking care of this is going to be... difficult.
But that can wait til later. For now, I fall asleep against you on the couch, your sleeping python draped over my thigh.

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I wake up a few hours later to a strong, almost overwhelming, musky, damp smell. I open my eyes lazily, and it takes me a couple of seconds to realize what I'm seeing. Then, I dart upright, splashing in a puddle of cum as I stand up and look around, my cock slapping against my leg as it swings from your thigh back in place.
"Oh, no. Oh crap. Erica, wake up, we have a serious problem." I give your shoulder a gentle shake.
I survey the room. Everything, and I mean everything is covered in my jizz - the ceiling, the walls, the lamp, the furniture, the TV, and the floor has a good inch of baby batter covering it. Some of it has already started to dry off, making some surfaces sticky. It has also started to soak into the furniture, and the carpet is dripping wet. This is such a mess. It's going to take forever to clean up.
As you slowly begin to wake up, I start pacing back and forth, my trouser monster swinging madly left and right, still not ready for another round apparently, and almost panicking at not knowing what to do.
"Oh God, this is all my fault. I should have never ever agreed to this. I… I have to find a way to get a hold of this. I can't let this happen again." I suddenly stop, a thought coming to me. "W-What if I find a way to stop myself from cumming, like, physically stop it? Like, tying a band or something at the tip during the day, and only untying it at night so I can relieve myself. W-What do you think?"


"Mmm... Alex?" I blink a couple times as you pace the room; I was dreaming about a volcano, for some reason. "Oh... yeah, this is a pretty big mess, isn't it? ...I guess we can call our usual house cleaner. Don't know if he's ever had to clean up something like this, but he could probably handle it," I shrug. I don't tend to freak out over problems; never helps.
The sight and sound of your cock slapping against either of your thighs as you walk is hypnotizing, but I shake my head and focus. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Alex. I mean, you're still going to produce just as much cum, it just won't get let out." My eyes move to your pendulous balls, imagining the problem - if they grew to the size of watermelons almost instantly when you were turned on a couple hours ago, what would have happened if they weren't emptied?
"Then again, it's not like I know how your body works. Might as well give it a shot, I guess?" I agree nervously.


"I dunno. But, don't they say you can like condition your body or something? Like, when something happens more and more often to it, it starts adapting. Hopefully that would be the case." I say, absorbed in thought. "Now, what can I use to tie myself up?"
I pace about for a little while, and then go to a drawer where your mother keeps her jewelry, and start rummaging through it like it's my own. A bit later, I come up with a bracelet, a simple metal one, that would fit loosely around my wrist. "Ah, this should do perfectly." I say, looking at it with satisfaction. I then take the bracelet and try to force my trouser monster inside it, but the tip is simply thicker than it, and it doesn't go in. I grunt a bit, and squeeze it a bit awkwardly with one hand, and try to push it through again, this time succeeding, and the bracelet comes to a rest just behind the tip, squeezing a little crevice behind it. I wince slightly, but then turn around and smile.
"Well, it's not the most comfortable thing, but from the feel of it, I think it might do the job. Now... I think we could both use a shower.”
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I wake up with an intense headache. I still haven't gathered my wits about me, but I'm trying to remember what happened last night after I donned on the bracelet.
I remember wanting to take a shower to wash myself off, but you didn't let me. Not at first at least. You wanted me to stay with you for just a little longer, and maybe have a beer or two before heading back home. And so we did. A beer, two, three, then the world started spinning, and my memory went fuzzy. I vaguely remember you begging me not to go, and instead to stay here. Then we went together in the shower. There was a lot of soap, a lot of rubbing, wetness, and grinding, and incredible tightness in my groin. My cock was the only thing I could remember a bit more vividly, and it was almost painfully erect the whole time, but, surprisingly, my balls weren't swollen or huge. Looks like our little accident took care of that for a while. And after the shower, we went to bed, completely naked, and you hugged my cock like a body pillow before drifting off to sleep. And I remember the tightness, my balls beginning to fill up again right as I fell asleep as well.
I had an uneasy sleep, champagne bottles bursting open, waterfalls, me running away from a coming tidal wave. A couple of times, I almost woke up, noticing in my sleepy state that I was grinding against you in my sleep, and then fell back into slumber.
And now, finally, I manage to open my eyes. At first, I rub my eyes, as all I see is flesh, or at least a fleshy color. Then, when that doesn't help, I try to move about, and then I notice the problem. What I am seeing is indeed flesh, my own flesh, and I can feel your hands wrapped around it. I cannot believe my eyes - my cock has grown enormous, unimaginably so. It's now as thick as my waist, and as I look up, I can see it's also poking a good two feet above my head, probably at least 70 inches long. And then, suddenly, it hits me - the tightness, the incredible pressure, the soreness, the sensitivity. Every move I try to make sends tingles all over my body, and makes my balls churn audibly from below. I slowly turn my head down to look at them, and, to my shock, I see they've grown to at least the size of an over-inflated beach ball, each. And they're sloshing and churning with the slightest movement, seeming to grow ever so slightly as they shake and jiggle.
I place a hand on my cock, disbelieving, and immediately regret it, as the touch makes it twitch and pulse, increasing the tightness. I can feel the pressure start building at the tip, then slowly travel down, until it presses firmly against my groin, and my balls swell up again, ever so slightly, trembling with the swollen mass inside. I feel like any second now, my cock would burst open, it's that tight.
I remove my hand immediately, and then I lay sideways, waiting for you to wake up, hoping you don't do any sudden or unnecessary movements, lest something bad happened, and I start thinking about what to do about this little problem.


Morning sunlight streaming through the window slowly rouses me from a dream about, for some odd reason, volcanoes. After a confusing moment remembering where I am, I turn my head toward you - and my nose brushes the monstrosity of a cock pressed up against me. "What... Alex?" Like you, it takes me a moment to realize that what I'm looking at is indeed a dick that fills up my whole vision - and when I do, I'm absolutely thrilled.
"Alex!" I bolt upright, grinning from ear to ear. "You- You grew overnight! Like, huge! And your balls- Oh my god, I can actually hear them making cum! It's amazing, and- and- um, you're probably not as happy about this as I am." My excitement dies down when I see your expression; I keep having to remind myself that dealing with the consequences of your unreal body is a lot harder than simply enjoying it. "I'm sorry. You okay? ...Jeez, your boobs are way bigger, too." Not easy to see behind the pillar of flesh laying on the bed, but your tits are now easily bigger than mine, the jiggly, soft funbags nearly concealing your torso.


"No, I'm not really thrilled about it. How will I hide this monster when we go to school on Monday?" I ask, my eyes slowly moving down to my cleavage. And, to my surprise, they really have grown. They're now the size of a volleyball each, soft, squishy knockers, with nipples to match. "Holy crap!" I almost jump, my jugs jiggling for a good long moment even as I settle down. "What's happening with me?" I say with desperation, but for a second, a note of excitement sneaks into my voice.
"Well, we have the whole weekend to figure this out. Only, I don't know how I'll go out with… with this sticking out taller than me. It's thicker than my torso for crying out loud."


"Well... first we should see how big it is soft, I guess. Although I guess we can't totally prevent you from getting hard during school... er, I guess we'll have to figure it out," I frown, but then giggle at your reaction to your brand new milk jugs. "Guess it's not all bad, is it? Although you will have to find some new bras, for sure."
Despite my concern, I can't help salivating at the sight of your new body; if you didn't look about to burst, I'd already be on top of you. "Well, we know how to get this thing smaller, don't we?" I purr, looking into your eyes. "Although... maybe the bathroom would be a better place this time around."


"I… I guess we do. And, yeah, definitely the bathroom this time." I say, looking guiltily at the room outside, still covered thoroughly with cum. "D… do you want to join me in the bathroom?" I smile weakly, not knowing if I should be excited at the possibilities in the bathroom, or more embarrassed. "Well, whatever you decide, I'll be in there."
I strip down, careful not to touch or rub my cock anywhere, for it's so sensitive, I know it probably needs the slightest touch to go off. As soon as I'm naked, I grab it carefully with two hands and guide it through the doors, careful not to slap it against the top of the door frames, and enter the bathroom.


I watch you leave silently, then roll my eyes. You can't really expect me to turn down this opportunity, can you? I wait a minute until I hear the bathroom door close - gotta make a dramatic entrance, after all - then silently leave and follow you down the hall. I giggle at the taboo freedom of walking around your house naked as I approach the bathroom door. With my ear to the door, I wait until I hear the telltale pleasured moans before throwing it open with a sultry look.
I throw my hair over my shoulder dramatically. "Need a hand?" It's hard to suppress a laugh at my own theatrics.


I look back at you making an entrance, and I fake surprise. "Oh, I think I would need more than a hand. This thing is enormous." I stroke my oversized meatpole, and shudder with pleasure as the skin is hypersensitive. "Although, I don't think I'll need it for long. This thing is practically ready to explode."
I pause for a second and look you over, taking in your fully nude curves. Your ass is so tantalizing, my cock is just aching to dig right in. But, sadly, we both know it can never fit in, not with the size it's currently at.


"It certainly is." Now that I have a full view of your cock, I'm fairly sure it's longer than I am tall... and your still-swelling balls hand down all the way past your knees. I start to wonder if even the bathroom can handle the coming tidal wave... But once again, that's a problem we can deal with later. For now, I strut up to the shower and step inside, just barely brushing your leaking cock head. It's quite crowded in here, but that's not exactly a bad thing. "Hmm, and how should we deal with you?" I ask your throbbing meat pole. It only drools in response.
"Oh, I know... how about this?" Turning around, I push your cock downward slightly (hoping that light touch doesn't immediately set it off) and back up so that I'm straddling the monster like it's a horse. I'm a fair bit taller than you, so it works out pretty well, with my ass in full view and my creamy thighs enveloping the ultra-sensitive shaft.


As you straddle my drooling monster, you notice something that eluded you before now - the metal bracelet that I put around it last night is still on, squeezing tight around the base of the tip. It's probably the only thing that had saved us last night from an overflowing nightly emission. But now, even with the bracelet on, precum is leaking in a slow, steady stream from the tip, and you feel the cum churn and bubble inside, between your thighs, under your ass.
And, oh God, the weight is amazing. I can feel myself lean forward with it, dragging me down forward, ready to land on my sizeable sack. And, oh God it's turning me on. I slowly lower myself onto the floor, sitting down on top of my balls, which comfortably support my weight, and I almost cum on the spot from the added pressure on my cum containers. "That's right, Erica. Ride me! I want to feel your sexy body on me!" I purr as I feel your thunderous thighs grip my shaft.


I'm surprised you didn't cum as soon as I straddled your dick, and even more surprised when you sit down on your own massive balls and don't immediately erupt. You must really be holding back... that, or the bracelet stemming your cum flow is tougher than I thought. Well, everything breaks with enough force, I think mischievously.
I begin really getting to work, thrusting my hips back and forth rapidly while moaning like a whore. With each thrust back my thick ass pushes close to your face, and with each thrust forward it flexes and jiggles enticingly. It really does feel good grinding my wet pussy against the burning hot shaft, but I'm not doing this for my own benefit. The churning of your fat cum tanks kicks up a notch, nearly drowning out my moans as the mother of all cum shots looms near...

My knees go weak from pleasure again. Good thing I managed to sit down before it all started, otherwise I would be falling down right now. I can see the top of my cock glisten as your wetness slathers all over it. My meatpole begins to twitch violently with the stimulation, and my hands go on your ass, groping and squeezing it, and pressing it down ever so gently, increasing the pressure on my cock. I try to say something, but the sensory overload is so great, I only manage to moan and grunt loudly. My balls continue to churn and bubble, growing bigger, preparing the massive load. They're now easily the size of a beanbag chair, and still swelling bigger with each second.
"E-Eri-Erica, I-I-I'm gonna NNNGGHHHH" I moan out loudly, warning you about the oncoming orgasm. My body begins to tense up, and my hands pull your ass tight against me, your back pressing against my jiggling milk jugs. And then it comes. For a second, you can see the flow of cum increase immensely, splashing the wall of the bathroom with a gallon of cum. But then, my cock starts growing again, and the hole swells shut, the bracelet holding on for dear life.
I give a pained groan as I feel the pressure on my groin increase tenfold, and I cry out, feeling like I might pop any second, The pressure just keeps growing as my freakish balls continue churning out gallons and gallons of cum that have nowhere to go, except inflating my already beyond ridiculous endowment to ungodly proportions. The pressure grows by the second. Oh god, it's getting too much. I'm gonna... I'm going to b...
And then, suddenly, a loud bubble echoes through the bathroom, and I feel the pressure on my groin lessen greatly. But, only a moment later, I understand why. My jugs suddenly burst forth, ballooning up by at least 5 sizes, becoming huge, round, and tight. My perky, but modest ass follows suit, and even surpasses them, as it begins ballooning, each cheek quickly reaching the size of a pillow, and blowing bigger and bigger. My thighs thicken up as well, keeping pace with my ass. My hips widen to accommodate the new weight, and my whole body takes on an extreme hourglass shape, complemented with a huge tree trunk of a cock that continues growing for a while, reaching around 100 inches in length, poking the wall in front of it.


"Alex, wh- WHAAAAA!" I cry as I'm thrown around by your rapidly expanding endowments. The bucking and surging of your cock alone nearly throws me off, and I have to hang onto your now huge, firm tits to stay mounted. I hear a strained squeaking noise, and with concern I realize your hips, ass, and thighs are growing so fat you're now wedged into the tub - and your balls are following suit, swelling to the size of yoga balls and beyond.
"Alex! What's going on?!" I'm actually getting concerned about your growth now - the bracelet is, somehow, still wrapped around the end of your cock, holding back the oceans of cum your body is aching to release. I reach for it, but it's much too far away; and so I crawl along your straining dick until I can reach it, and try to pry it off. I grunt and strain with effort to remove it, but it's just too tight. It looks really painful, and I have no idea what will happen if you continue growing with it still on...


I continue to moan and grunt, letting a little cry of pain/pleasure as I grow larger and larger. My orgasm is out of control now, fueling itself further in a feedback loop - the more I grow, the more sensitive I become, the more the growing pressure inside me arouses me, the more I cum, the bigger I grow. I've grown so big I can barely move anything but my arms, my legs straddling my oversized cum tanks, now easily the size of the couch outside, and still growing bigger, churning a seemingly endless amount of baby batter into my overinflated body. My ass, my tits, keep ballooning bigger and bigger, my tits now the size of beanbag chairs, drooping heavily down with liquid, hugging the sides of my cock in a self-inflicted titjob. Slowly, my whole body begins to slide backwards and presses firmly against the back wall as my cock pushes off the one in front, growing bigger and thicker still, quivering and pulsing with the churning liquid inside, veins popping all over the surface, throbbing with the elevated rhythm of my heart.
Suddenly, a loud groan echoes through the bathroom, and a creaking sound begins shortly after it. It's so loud, it almost takes me out of my bliss induced trance. I search for the source of the sound, and I can hear it coming from the top of my cock, and suddenly, the pressure there increases tenfold, making it so tight, it's almost painful. It continues to grow, increase, the tip bulging more and more, and finally, with a loud snap, the bracelet explodes, not being able to bear the strain anymore.


Your growth just keeps accelerating, to the point where I'm legitimately concerned for my safety if I stay in the tub with you (or more accurately, on top of you). I scramble out to wait out your transformation, watching with equal parts awe, concern, and lust. I thought you were massive when I saw your body after waking up, but clearly I had no idea what I was dealing with. Your body looks like a mass of ultra sensitive flesh, your cock, balls, boobs, and ass dwarfing and nearly obscuring the rest of your body. Is all this happening just because you can't let your cum out? The bracelet on the end of your dick looks impossibly tight now - in fact, yes, I can definitely hear it groaning and creaking as it reaches its limit. With an ear-piercing crack, it explodes, shooting beads all over the bathroom; I yelp and shield my face (and boobs) from the barrage. But as it turns out, that's the least of my worries...
With the violent removal of the obstructing bracelet, your cum is finally free to stop getting redirected to your bloated endowments and start shooting out of its intended exit: your cock. Except "shooting" is nowhere near strong enough to describe the absolute deluge of ultra thick ball batter that is the beginning of the biggest cum load in history. "Exploding" comes closer, but I'm not too concerned about describing it properly as you completely flood the bathroom in just a few seconds, your ecstatic moans completely drowned out by the roar of cum. It pushes me out the door as I cry "Alex! Slow doooown!" in a futile attempt to slow the force of nature that is your orgasm.


My mind is a complete blank as all the pent-up tension finally releases. Tingles run up and down my body in tidal waves, my whole flesh covered in goosebumps. I arch my back as much as I can, screaming with the force of the orgasm, but, hidden under the hundreds of pounds of bloated flesh, the movement is barely noticeable. Although, as the massive torrent of cum starts leaving my body like water from a fire hydrant, my curves begin to slowly shrink. My cock grows smaller, although still hard, my boobs shrink, my thighs and ass deflate, but never sag, the skin tightening to accommodate for the emptiness that was once filled with hundreds of gallons of baby batter.
And as I grow smaller, the bathroom grows fuller, the level of cum gradually rising, the drain in the floor not nearly big enough to handle the overflow. The level of thick, musky liquid slowly rises, a foot, two, three, soon reaching halfway up the door, and in the back of my mind, I hear groaning and creaking from it, and your distant cries for attention as the flood pushes you to the door.
As I shrink down to almost "manageable" size, the door explodes, letting the trapped liquid rush out, carrying you into the living room with it in a great wave that sloshes around and starts filling it up until it's two feet deep.


I give up yelling quickly and just try to survive the storm of cum as it pushes me out into the living room. I've swallowed over a gallon of thick jizz by this point, which combined with its heady musk is making it difficult to think clearly.
I come to rest, finally, in a pool of cum several inches deep, the surface level lowering as cum floods the rest of the house.
"Alex... are you okay?" I call out weakly.


I stumble out of the bathroom, splashing in the inch deep layer of cum covering the whole house. My body has deflated severely, leaving me mobile again, but it still resembles nothing like it's previous self. My bottom, tight, perky and heart-shaped before, is now a booty even the Kardashians would envy, jiggling and swaying with every step. My hips have doubled in thickness, supporting and complementing my mammoth behind, giving me an unintentionally over-exaggerated strut. My tits are now bigger than yours, and not by a small margin. My knockers have grown at least 3 sizes bigger than yours, resting heavily on my chest, drooping down lightly with their enormous weight. But, my biggest part by far is my cock. It has retained it's 3 foot length, even though it's completely flaccid, drooping down like a small punching bag between my legs, scraping the floor of the house, resting gently between my two massive cum sacks, each one the size of a large melon.
I stumble out of the bathroom, my head still dizzy from the massive orgasm, knees shaking with each step. "Yeah Erica, I think I am. Are you alright? I… I remember a lot of jizz, and you being taken away by the flood in the living room." I say as I come looking for you, finding you sprawled on the ground, all covered in thick, white baby batter. "Oh my God, are you okay?" I yelp and I come rushing towards you. I kneel down beside you, placing a hand on your belly, which sloshes in response, a little bit bloated from the huge load you have swallowed. "Oh, my, you look like you almost drowned. Here, let me take you to the couch." I say, throwing a hand under your thighs and back, and picking you up, carrying you over to the couch. I lay you down gently and sit beside you. "We REALLY made a mess this time, didn't we?" I laugh.


"Ha... 'We'? I think we both know who the real culprit is," I respond weakly, beginning to recover as I playfully squeeze your soft python. "Speaking of which... God, Alex, look at you! Your boobs would make a porn star feel inadequate. And this..." I pick up your soft length and drape it across both hands, examining it. "Just... wow." I don't even know what to say about your incredible new, still growing body.
"Um, how do you feel? I'm kind of surprised you're still conscious, haha. I'm pretty worn out myself..." I groan, patting my swollen belly. At least I won't need breakfast...


"Hey!" I yelp as you play with my trouser snake, but, this time, there's absolutely no reaction. Our little mingle in the bathroom has hopefully taken care of it for a good long while. "It's not like ALL the fault is with me. You enjoyed it a bit, didn't you?" I giggle as you drape my anaconda over yourself.
I pause for a moment as you mention my growing curves, absorbed in thought. "I dunno how I feel about it. It's certainly going to draw a lot of attention. And I'm not sure that's what I need right now with my teeny tiny problem." I pat my soft meatpole. "I've never been popular, or particularly noticeable, and I would love nothing more than to get some attention from the boys, but, this little thing complicates the situation. I dunno how I'm going to be able to hide it. I guess now that you're in on my little secret, you'll have to lend a hand in the matter." I blush a bit as I realize what I've just said. "You know what I mean!"
"And if you're that tired, you can go to sleep. There's time enough to get some rest, and digest your little meal." I say as I watch you pat your sloshing belly. "Hopefully it wasn't too bad, or too nasty." I smile. "Plus, if you like it, you can always save up on lunch and have some on me." I wink at you.


"Ha. Yeah, a bit," I say, rolling my eyes. "You're right about getting a lot of attention, though... I mean, I'm drooling over your body and I never even thought I was into girls." I take a second to admire the way your enormous, full breasts jiggle and sway with every movement. "I guess I'm going to have to help you fight off the boys, huh? There's no way I'm sharing you with anyone else at school." I lean in and kiss you, softly and tenderly after our intense experience. "Nasty? Hell, I'd drink it for breakfast every day. In fact, that sounds like an excellent idea," I giggle, before moving in for another kiss.

"Hehe, my guardian angel!" I chuckle softly and return the kiss, feeling it's warmth spread throughout me. It fills me with comfort and affection like I've never known before. Oh, God, am I falling in love with you. After we break up the kiss I look you over from head to toe, admiring your body, your natural curves, your softness and tenderness. Yep, that is a body I can definitely love. And plus, you've been my best friend for a while, and you're not even scared of my freakish nature. You're funny, witty, sassy and most importantly, you look loyal. If I'm falling for you, I wouldn't mind it a single bit. The thought warms me up even more.
"Well, if you liked it so much, I think we can arrange it. You can even have a different taste every morning. You know what they say about pineapple and cum." I wink and jump on top of you, pinning you down onto the couch and returning the kiss, losing myself in passion rather than lust this time.

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A week later, we're just arriving to class and sitting down. I'm wearing my baggiest hoodie, and a pair of pants two sizes bigger than I should wear. I managed to find a solution to my problem. Maybe not the best or the smartest, but it worked so far.
In the meantime, my python has grown a bit more, now reaching almost four feet it length, and 9 inches in girth, making it difficult to conceal. But, I decided to give it a go. I wrapped it around my waist and fastened it with a tie so it doesn't unwrap. Draping my loose hoodie over it kind of gave me a fat girl look. And if everyone thought I had gained weight, nobody would ask about my suddenly huge boobs and thick bottom. And it seems to be working so far.
And also, after our little accident at home, my wild desires seem to have quieted down. I haven't had to drain myself, or in fact, haven't had an erection even since then.
I sit down in my desk in front of you and take out my notebook, preparing for class.

I smile at you knowingly as you shuffle past me to sit down. I know under those super baggy clothes is the body of a sex goddess, and the thought has me shivering in arousal. "Hey, how have things been?" I whisper as I take my things out, but before you can answer, the bell rings and the teacher clears her throat.
"Good morning, everyone! I hope all of you had a lovely weekend. Now, please open your books to page 416 and let's get started discussing the reading..." Ms. Jennings is a favorite among many of the students at school. Most like her for her cheery personality and enthusiasm for teaching... although her plump yet curvy body doesn't hurt in the least. Even with the unflattering clothes she always wears, it's easy to make out the impressive swell of her breasts and the protrusion of her round butt. At 5'1", and with a pair of thick, round-rimmed glasses, she's the only teacher I would ever describe as "cute."


The class drags on for what seems like an eternity, even for my standards. I'm usually not one to shy away from classes, or mind learning at all, but today, I can't seem to focus. My mind wanders the whole time, darting from one thought to the other, never seeming to be able to stop at one thing. And sometimes, it darts back to Miss Jennings.
I feel sorry for not being able to listen to her. She's a wonderful teacher, and fills me up with excitement over learning. Actual excitement. Like, which other teacher can do that? But today, I just can't seem to focus, and I'm being a horrible student. Maybe she should punish me. Spank me, tie me down and...
I immediately tense up. Oh no, not again, please, not in class. But it's too late. My eyes are already hungrily soaking up her curvy forms, her huge bosom, imagining the canyon of a cleavage she's probably sporting under her blouse. And that ass. My God, that ass. It would be perfect to grind against, stick my hotdog in her buns, maybe even stick it all the way in there, filling her up to the rim with my cream.
As I begin to daydream about all the things I could do to Miss Jennings, and all the things she could do to me, something snaps me out of my daydream - my cock. It's beginning to harden again, and I can feel it slowly but surely uncoiling from my waist. I begin to sweat as I know what's about to happen,and my mind starts racing, dashing between finding a solution to the problem and finding the next pose in which I would take Miss Jennings.
Seeing as I wouldn't come up with a solution in time, I finally decide to turn to you and ask for help. But, as I crane my neck to look at you, you're not there. I begin to sweat even more, panicking a little as I desperately look for a solution. Until finally, I figure something out.
"M-Miss Jennings." I raise my hand and give my best sick face, which, combined with my profuse sweating, would hopefully be convincing. "I'm not feeling so well, can I go to the nurse?"
She looks at me for a moment, and it seems to work. She comes to me, places a hand on my forehead, feeling the heat coming off of it, and immediately springs to action. "Oh dear, you're burning up, Alex. Come on, let's get you to the nurse." As she says that, she turns, and her ample rear brushes at the tip of my cock, and I wince, hoping it doesn't just spring fully erect and tear through my hoodie. Luckily, it doesn't, as it continues slowly hardening. But, unlucky for me, I feel a wetness just at the tip, and as I lean in to look, to my horror, where the tip is pressed against my hoodie, there's a wet spot, still small, but still frightening, a harbinger of what's to come.


"...Now, don't hesitate to use that inhaler if you think you're going to have an attack, okay? Be careful," I say sternly to the geeky-looking boy in front of me. He's clearly struggling not to stare at my breasts, which pisses me off more than it should. I know better than anyone what my body does to hormonal teenage boys, but I have a job to do, dammit! It's hard enough to be taken seriously as a woman by other professionals, but I'd at least hope children would give me their full attention. I don't know what I was expecting, looking for a job in secondary education...
He nods quickly and runs off, with a bulge in his pants that I choose to believe is his inhaler. I sigh, and sit heavily into my chair. As aggravating as my job can be sometimes, I couldn't imagine doing anything else. High school students are a joy to help and mentor when they're not ogling my body.
My break is cut short when I hear a rapid, desperate knocking on the office door. I've learned to tell how urgent a situation is by the style of knocks, and whoever this is seems quite desperate indeed. I open the door quickly to find a sweaty, nervous girl in extremely baggy clothes, presumably to hide her body. Ushering you in silently, I glance at you disapprovingly from behind. I'm not supposed to judge, but it always disappoints me when teenagers who would be otherwise healthy put on so much weight.
"Hello there, is there something you need?"


I dart into the nurse's office as soon as the door opens, trying the hide. The wetness in my side is becoming seriously noticeable, and it would soon begin to drip from my hoodie.
I plop onto the chair, and try to catch my breath and muster up the courage. Finally, after not finding it for a while, I decide to just out with it and hope for the best. "N-Nurse Lambert, I… you don't share what problems one student has with the others, right? Even if you do, please, don't. I really really need your help. A-And I know I'm a freak, b-but, please, don't judge me." I say and take off my hoodie, revealing my toned body and my immense curves, easily dwarfing hers without an ounce of extra fat on my body. Immediately, my cock springs to attention, almost slapping the nurse from 5 feet away as she turns back towards me. A few drops of precum splash across the wall, leaving dark, wet spots. "I've had this since I was little, and I've never had too many problems with it. B-But now, it won't stop growing, and it won't stop leaking and I'm aroused all the time, and I don't know what to do. And if the others find out, I'll be the laughing stock of school." I hang my head down in shame, and also, trying not to look at the nurse. The beautiful, busty, curvy woman isn't helping my situation either, my cock sniffing out her appealing body like a bloodhound.


I flinch as your stiffening cock nearly slaps me under the chin, then again when you unleash a salvo of precum inches from my head. I turn to look at the splatter silently, my mouth agape, watching what must be a pint of sticky pre dripping slowly down the wall. I'm pretty hard to shake, but it takes me a few seconds to find my words as I stare at your unreal body.
I clear my throat. "Uh, no, I never tell anybody about my patients' problems unless they give me permission. You're... you're sure nobody else knows about it?" Looking at your unbelievable massive cock and extreme curves, it's a little hard to believe no one has found out, but I hold my tongue. "Of course, honey. How can I help you with it? And I'm afraid I don't know your name... It's difficult to keep track of every student at the school." I smile at you apologetically.


"I'm Alex." I smile, a bit more calm, although still jumpy. "Thank you, Nurse Lambert. I...I don't know how you could help, but we can figure it out… I hope. Erica knows about this, too, but she'd never tell anyone too." I finally lift my eyes to look at the nurse, thankful for her not freaking out, and immediately regret my decision. The sight of her curves, her plump, soft ass, her massive tits, and her thick thighs, along with her slightly pudgy belly, it sends a wave of lust over my whole body, and my cock begins to twitch and throb, and begins leaking precum three times faster, splattering huge globs of cum on the floor every second, quickly forming a growing puddle. I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine horrible, nasty things, but to no avail. "P-Please, Nurse, help me."


"Alex. You're welcome," I smile nervously. If there's one thing I didn't expect to encounter as a high school nurse...
I gulp as the trickle of precum from your oversized dick becomes a faucet stream, and you desperately beg me to help you. I'm perfectly aware of how to "help" an unwelcome hard-on, but doing that with a student... Then again, I'm her nurse. She's counting on me to help her with a serious medical problem, and it's my job to do just that.
"I guess you've already tried thinking... non-arousing thoughts?" I approach your dripping member, keenly aware of the effect my body is having on it. "Well then I'll do what I can, Alex. Don't you worry." I give what I hope is a confident, friendly smile and put a hand on either side of that tree trunk of a shaft, close to the head. God, it's so thick, it's unbelievable... and it's incredibly hot, too. "Just tell me what you need me to do, okay?" I tentatively stroke the small surface area that I can reach.


"Thank you, Nurse." I sigh, relieved I'll get some help. "And, Y-Yeah, I tried thinking non-arousing, even disgusting thoughts, it doesn't… wait, Nurse Lambert, w-what are you… oh, no, don't, not that!!" I whimper as I feel the nurse's soft hands stroking my shaft. My cock twitches in response, the flow increasing yet again, some of the dripping beginning to splash over the nurse, wetting her uniform, causing it to cling to her body, giving even more definition to her curvaceous form.
"N-nurse, you don't want to do this. The last time someone tried it, they almost drowned. I-I know it can be tempting, b-but, please, resist. W-We have to find another way."


I pause at the worry in your voice and look up at you. As desperate as you seem to be, you're even more concerned about the result of what I'm doing. "It's that bad? ...Well, I could try using some ice packs. Think that might bring it down?" Being covered in gunk has long since stopped bothering me, but I can't help but worry that my now skin tight uniform will cause you some trouble. I make my way to a freezer in the corner, unaware that my panty line is clearly showing through my drenched white pants, and lean down to find what I'm looking for.
"Hmm, let's see. We'll definitely need more than one. Two here, one here..." I mutter to myself as I shift back and forth, looking for enough ice packs to cover that monster behind me. At least, I think I have enough packs. We'll just have to see.
Finally, with my arms full of them, I come over to you and drop them on the bed. "This should take care of your problem, at least for now. Not the most convenient method to use during class, I know..." I begin piling ice packs onto your throbbing dick, trying to cover as much surface area as possible.


"Yes, it's that bad. See this?" I point towards the precum flowing as if from a garden hose. "Let's just say this is just the tip of the iceberg. So, I really don't think it would be a good idea to… you know, do anything sexual with it..." I say, trying to hold of the image of the nurse sucking me off or riding me from my head, as I know what it could lead to.
I watch the nurse bend down and rummage through the fridge, her ass swaying from side to side, her panties nowhere near hidden by her wet uniform, and my cock reacts immediately, the flow increasing even more, the puddle on the floor growing wider and deeper, now 3 inches deep. If it weren't for the drain in the middle of the room, I'm sure it would have already begun to spill out into the corridor.
The nurse comes back and I lay my cock on the table for her to cover with ice packs. As she does, it begins to feel strange. At first, I feel immense arousal, and a wave of pleasure washes over my body. As it does, I release a blot of cum, probably about a gallon, a gallon and a half, bathing the nurse in a splash of salty, musky batter, most of it splashing over her breasts, but some spraying up to her face, her hair, and even dripping onto her back. But, as the ice begins it's work, my cock begins to shiver and shrink, slowly growing smaller. "I think it's working, Nurse!" I squeal in excitement, trying to contain my shivers as my blood chills. But, my excitement is short lived. My cock suddenly stops shrinking, having gone down to JUST 3 feet in length, from it's usual 7, and a couple inches in thickness. Also, it hasn't stopped leaking. It's leaking a lot less, probably about a liter each minute, but it continues nonetheless.
And then, something strange happens - my cum begins to thicken up. At first, I don't notice it, but then, I see the balls of cum landing on the table and keeping their shape for some time, before they start to slowly spread. I reach for one and touch it, feeling it's consistency. It's like jam, but a bit more fluid.
"Uhm, I don't know if this is supposed to happen." I say, a bit worried. "Maybe it's getting too cold."


I say nothing as you completely cover me above the waist in musky, sticky cum. I can only stand there for a moment in dismay, unable to see, before wiping my eyes and going to wash my face off in the sink. You didn't give me a warning, or make any noise for that matter, so I assume that wasn't even an orgasm - that must have just been some random discharge, despite being easily over a gallon of the white stuff. I'm starting to believe you when you say making you cum is a bad idea... My office is already going to reek of cum for weeks.
"Oh, that's good, Alex! It's... um, hm. Well at least we got it down some." I furrow my brow at your "merely" 3-foot cock, covered in ice packs. It really should be impossible for you to still be hard... but then again, it should be impossible for you to have a 7-foot dick and cum gallons at a time. Most of the floor of my office is covered in a mixture of cum and pre by this point, so I splash over to the drops of cum and pick one up, rolling it between my fingers curiously. The musky smell of your cum is intoxicating, and I can't help bringing the thick wad to my tongue for a taste.
And at that instant, my eyes grow wide, my nipples grow rock hard, and my clit stands at attention.
"Mmmm... Oh, god..." I pick up another couple wads and put them in my mouth, closing my eyes to savor the taste. When I open them again, they look at you like a hungry predator sizing up its prey. "Well, looks like that didn't work. Guess we'll have to go back to plan A, then, won't we?" I'm already on my knees, slipping off my now-useless uniform to give you the best view possible as I grab your massive cock head with both hands and start tonguing and sucking on the cum slit. The leaking cum is so thick I almost have to chew it, but I slurp down all I can manage while moaning like I'm the one being pleasured.


"N-Nurse, w-what are you...No, no, don't OOHH..." I moan out in pleasure as the nurse begins to suck on my cock like her life depends on it. The air in the small room is getting damp and thick with salty, musky smell, and my head is slowly starting to spin , both with arousal and the smell of my own spunk. The Nurse is acting strange, but I almost don't care anymore, all my blood having left my upper head and gone down into my lower head.
I can feel my cock beginning to heat up again, and the ice around it begins to melt. As it does, my shaft begins to grow again, slowly pushing the nurse back and spreading her hands farther and farther apart as it lengthens and thickens. The cum slowly turns from it's chewy, almost jelly-like state back to liquid, beginning to drip rather than roll onto the Nurse's naked body as she struggles in vain to get every single drop of my juice.
After about 5 minutes, my cock has grown by two feet, reaching five feet in size, and about a foot and a half in thickness, and the flow of cum has increased so much, it's now bathing Nurse Lambert who's pushed halfway down the room, sitting on her as as my cock pushed her down from a kneeling into a sitting position, and her ample bottom has plugged up the drain.
The cum's now flowing by the gallons, gushing over the nurse, over her shoulders and down her back, between her plump ass cheeks, down her front, around and between her tits, like a beautiful milky waterfall, over and between her juicy thighs and pooling on the ground in an ever deeper puddle, already reaching the doorstep of her room, and halfway up her thighs.
"N-Nurse, it'll begin to spill out...W-We'll make a mess in the hall." I barely manage to blurt through my grunts and moans of pleasure, realizing what's coming and that I've no chance in hell of stopping it.


I'm in heaven, being drenched in this delicious nectar while I stroke and lick its source. I'm hardly recognizable under this waterfall of cum, and I don't even register your words as I continue to bring you closer and closer to the edge. All I want is more, more, more - it's all I can think about.
After another couple minutes of my enthusiastic attention, your cock is at maximum hardness, a full 7 feet of gorgeous fuckmeat spraying me with cum like a garden hose - and that's before you even reach orgasm. I can hear your now yoga ball-sized nuts churning and gurgling, clearly overfilled and aching to release the tidal wave you're so desperately hold in back. My nipples and pussy throb and ache from arousal, but I keep both my hands servicing you. Eventually, your moans and gasps reach a crescendo and the river of cum dries up momentarily. Smiling dreamily, knowing what's about to come, I hold open my mouth for you with my tongue out, looking intensely into your eyes.


The nurse is too much for my overactive, oversensitive sex drive. Her moans, her stroking, it quickly drives me to the edge and pushes me past. I can feel the last few gallons of precum splash over her and the flow ceases. My eyes roll back as I reach the peak of pleasure, and, with a wild twitch that shakes the whole desk, my cock erupts.
What was a garden hose before can only be compared to a fire hydrant now. Gallons upon gallons of cum flow out in barely distinguishable pulses, drenching the nurse with more and more, and the flow is so powerful, it begins to slowly slide her slick, naked form across the floor.
I only manage to moan and grunt with the sheer force of the orgasm as I feel my balls slowly shrinking, and the room slowly filling up with my baby batter. The pool that was a couple inches deep before is now almost a foot deep, the drain nowhere near good enough to drain away the massive amounts of thick spunk that's even begun to seep under the door and into the hallway.
My hands explore my body, going to my oversized breasts, squeezing them and playing with them, twisting and pinching the nipples as I desperately try to heighten the pleasure even more and keep the orgasm lasting longer, forever even if possible.