Chelsea: Big Changes
By LowBeam.
I felt Chelsea’s heavy steps on the stairs before I heard them and started moving plates to the table. She enters the room with her heavy-footed swagger, as if each step is a challenge to the world to stand in her way.
Her growth had slowed in the months we’ve been married. Once she got close, her steps rattled the silverware on the table. This is new. Judging by how deep she sank into our mattress, I’d say she put on a lot of weight from taking Frank’s load in her ass.
*FWOMP!* She takes her seat in a sturdy wooden chair. Sturdy enough to support her size. The chair creaks for a moment before holding fast. It didn’t do that before; we may need another upgrade soon. I think she enjoys breaking furniture, among other things.
“Breakfast is ready, honey!” She places her tablet on the table. I can see she’s editing the video from yesterday. It’s the part where she worked Clara’s mouth like a pocket pussy. “I got some good shots of you.”
“You did well, doll. Momma’s happy with your work. Breakfast smells delicious. I hope you made enough.” With that, she tore into the first plate of food. She acted like I didn’t feed her, shoving entire pancakes into her mouth in one bite. The steaks disappearing in two bites. Handfuls of bacon being washed down by a bowlful of eggs. I replaced the empty plates with full ones while she was eating the potato scrambles; their bite size nature slowed her pace a bit.
BURRURUWAAAP! Her room shaking belch let me know I did a good job. She patted her belly in satisfaction. I place the last round of plates in front of her, hoping I made enough to satisfy her fully. I also put a gallon jug filled with 2000 calories and 400g of protein into the MassMonster 2000, a weight-gain shake. “Breakfast is delicious, honey. I hope there’s more. I’ve got some room left.”
“Sorry, that’s all I made.” Is she still hungry? This is definitely an increase in her appetite. Yesterday, she was stuffed after the second round.
“I’ll be okay today, just make me more tomorrow. I’m a growing girl. You don’t want me wasting away to skin and bones. Now come and get your breakfast. My balls are feeling extra full this morning, and I need you to drain them for me.”
I crawl under the table to face my wife’s monster cock. If I move quick enough, I can go at my own pace. I don’t stop to look at her massive cockhead. I know better than to let it intimidate me. I can’t help but notice that more of her belly is hanging between her legs.
Even with all the practice, it’s a struggle to get my mouth around this beast of a cock. I grab the shaft with both hands and start the slow work of impaling my face on her rod. Now the real battle starts: I have to get this thing out of my throat.
I am extra noisy, making whimpers and choking sounds. Chelsea loves the sound of my struggles. Every *guk guk* leads to a twitch in the girl meat I’m trying to swallow. It would be cute if her cock weren’t so strong that it “twitching” slams my head into the table. Another reminder of how powerless I have become. One of her hands moves from rubbing her overstuffed belly to petting my head. Her other hand continues stuffing her face.
From my vantage point, I can almost see her belly expanding to contain all the food I made. She uses both hands to pick up the jug and down her MassMonster shake. The label says to drink the shake over the course of a day. Chelsea normally downs one before her workout, one during, and one after. To be fair, Chelsea now works out 6-8 hours a day. At her peak, she was putting on 15 pounds a month.
I hope that insane growth doesn’t start again. We just replaced the furniture.
BLLEEERRGGGGGBBRRAAAAAAPP! I felt that belch in my bones.
“Honey, I’ve decided something.” She casually informs me as she rubs my overstuffed cheek. “I’m going to start bringing sluts home to help you out. I’ll even let you try out their pussies. I can’t promise they won’t already be stretched out, but you don’t mind my sloppy seconds, do you?”
I could tell she loved this plan because I could feel her getting even harder in my throat.
“I know it turns you on to see what a real cock can do to a girl. It’ll keep your sissy dick nice and hard so you can practice and not embarrass yourself like with that MILF yesterday. But first, I need something from you.”
She pushed her chair back from the table, an act which should have pulled her dick out of my mouth. Through the magic of her dick being fucking gigantic, I was dragged forward hands-free! I scrambled on my hands and knees to keep some semblance of dignity. Her fat cock is jammed so tight into my body that she controls me with cock alone. She stood up, and her iron rod forced me up from my knees to standing on my tiptoes; there was just enough give to bend her fuck stick down enough that I could stay on my feet.
I had a bad feeling about where she was going and what was coming next. Chelsea didn’t need to order me around as she used her dick to shove me through our house towards the basement, her dungeon. One side is filled with the heaviest weights and equipment we can find. The other is her sex dungeon.
I hope she’s ready to work out.
I scurry backward quickly, trying to match her stride. I’m keeping up just fine until I lost my footing at the top of the steps. Her dick had continued to harden, now I couldn’t bend it enough for my shorter legs to reach the descending stairs.
I start to panic. I don’t have any leverage to get her fat head out of my throat, and there’s still 8 or so inches sticking out of my mouth.
“You really are like a doll to me now.” The thought hardens her further and worsens my situation, lifting me almost off the ground. Chelsea reacts by palming the back of my head and *shoving* me towards her. I feel the immense pressure of her fat belly on my head. Swallowing Chelsea to the root normally involves navigating her fat gut. She simply *shoved* my head under her stomach, which crushed my head against her cock.
I was stuck between a cock and a hard place!
“I’ve noticed that my growing belly makes my cock look small. I need to look my best to impress the sluts at my Pilates class.” I can’t see where she’s taking me, but this confirms my fears. She’s taking me to the dungeon to ride me! She wants her cock size upgraded from monstrous to, well, more monstrous.
A cock already monstrous enough to lift me so I can’t reach the ground anymore! I flail my legs and arms, trying to shout in panic. My shouts are muffled by Chelsea’s twenty inches of steel-hard futa cock in my guts.
She couldn’t do this before her last growth. She must be taller now.
She continues down the wide, reinforced steps, dick bouncing my whole body up and down, completely unbothered by the adult human skewered on her cock. Once she gets to the bottom of the steps, I see a chance to escape. I put my hands against her hips to push myself off her. I’m stretched so tight that it’s a struggle to make way.
“Unngh! Your throat is so tight. I wonder what it’ll feel like even tighter!” She thinks I’m trying to please her! I feel her twitches get more intense, she’s about to cum! Over half of her girl meat is still stuck inside me. “Ready for me to fill you up?”
She grabs my head and shoves me back down to her crotch, then slides me away from her, so her head is caught at the top of my throat. She slams me back down, twisting my body like she’s masturbating. I never thought I’d miss the time when I was on my knees giving her a blow job. At least then I could pretend it was my choice.
“Here it cums!”
Her cum tube stretches in my throat before I feel her load hit my stomach. Her hands locked my head in place. Below me, her massive testicles rise and fall, pumping her ridiculous load into my rapidly filling stomach.
“YEAH! Take it ALL!”
She roared as her orgasm continued. Filling me with rope after rope of girl cum. Any hope I had of eating more of the food I cooked was dashed. Most of my diet has been Chelsea’s cum. Much like her belly stretched to take the gallon of weight gain shake, my belly stretched with what felt like a gallon of her girl cum.
“You should be happy you can get my grade A, organic, extra-thick cock milk for free.”
She gently pets my head while hefting her recently-emptied testicles against my cheeks. Her orgasm subsided, but her erection didn’t. I was still trapped in the air, with her cock in my cum-filled guts. “You can’t say I don’t feed you well. I know you love my cock, but you’re going to have to let me go so that I can get to the real fun.”
I feel my legs being locked in a restraint. I hope it’s not her modified Sybian. My hopes are dashed, and fear confirmed when she restrains my arms behind my back, bending me backward over the saddle. With this modified version, there is no dildo. Just my cock. She’s going to ride me.
If it’s possible to be modest while being dragged around by a giant cock lodged in your throat, removing my apron took that away.
My eyesight returned as Chelsea pulled her dick out of my throat. She turned around, spreading her massive ass cheeks with her hands. Each of her ass cheeks is much larger than my head. “Lick me and get me ready!” She moved backward, smothering me in muscle and fat. I did as I was told and used my tongue to prepare her asshole.
Once she was satisfied, she stepped away.
“Since I’m in a good mood. I’ll give you a choice. Do you want to watch while I bounce on your dick, my tits and cock, or my big, fat ass?”
“I love your ass. Let me watch your ass.”
“As you wish, doll.” She positions herself over my erect penis; the view of her hands spreading her huge ass is still a turn on. She’s so big now that her cheeks are starting to swallow my whole body. I feel her moving around, trying to find her way to my dick. Her ass is far too large for her hands to reach me underneath her. “I’m just so huge now, your little sissy dick is hard to find. Give me a second, little man, my hungry ass wants your juicy cum. You want your big girl to get bigger, right, hun?”
Not really, but I can’t tell her that. She’s not looking for an answer anyway. I feel my tip poking against her now.
“Frank stretched me a bit yesterday. I hope you can still get some friction.” She wiggles her huge ass, working my dick into her sphincter. “Found it! Ready?” She slammed her full weight down on me, burying me in one stroke. *Boom!* The impact felt like it was going to break my pelvis. She’s SO much heavier now.
“Go easy, babe! You’re going to break me!” I shout in panic.
“Awww, hubby wants me to be gentle? Let me give you a little squeeze.” Her cheeks clenched into a vice, clamping hard on my torso. “Maybe just a little twerk for you.” Her ass lifts and drops, first both cheeks together, then she starts with the left cheek, right cheek. The huge fleshy globes shift almost half a foot up and down, slamming into me and my restraints. This is a little twerk? Her up-down, left-right motion is quickly bringing me to the edge.
“That’s it! Cum for me. Make me grow. Submit to my ass and cum for me.” I resist for as long as I can. “Cum for me, little man. You know it’s all you’re good for. I’ll go next door if I want to actually feel a sissy cock. Give me your cute little jizzies.”
She shifts her pattern to rolling her hips. My dick is in heaven! I still hold out.
Chelsea looks over her shoulder and smiles. “I know why you’re waiting. You want to see my dick as it grows! How silly of me.” Without standing up, she turns around to face me. She uses both of her hands to lift her heavy, tight testicles and drop them on my stomach.
OOOOF! Her heavy orbs knock the wind out of me. Looking up from the basketball-sized cum tanks to her absolute unit of a cock. It’s rock hard and towering up towards her large breasts. Up top, she looks down on me with a predatory smile on her face. Like I’m a little snack she’s about to eat up.
“Okay. Ready for a show?” She leans forward a bit and lifts her hips. A thunderous *clap* punctuates each bounce. Her ass feels so good. I hold out against her thunderous assault. “You can’t resist me. You’ll give me what I want, right? Cum for me, doll. Shoot your itty-bitty load into my huge ass.”
I look up at the massive woman who is my wife. Her jiggling curves fight each other for dominance. Chelsea’s fat breasts his to block her face and slap against each other in a figure-8 in time to her bouncing ass. Her chubby belly pushes them up—a belly packed with equal parts muscle and fat.
Slapping between her belly and my chest is her thick rod of a girl’s cock, the slit at the end winking at me menacingly, promising to unleash a torrent of thick cum. Stuck between her cock and my abs are the most ridiculous testicles the world has ever seen. I could feel them shaking and swelling, filling with another load.
Holding everything up are Chelsea’s enormous thighs. Thighs that obviously grew from yesterday.
I can’t hold out much longer; there’s no way I can outlast her endurance.
“I can see it in your face, you’re going to cum. Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme cum!”
I surrender to the pleasure coming from my abused waist and shoot my load.
“There it is. Good boy!” Chelsea stopped moving and put both hands on her cock, ready for the growth. “Watch me grow! I forgot how good this feels! It’s so warm, so thick. I can feel my fingers spreading.”
She straightened up to her full height. Her tower of cock was waving over my face. Chelsea moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of growth. One of her hands pumped her cock while the other lifted and fondled her balls, both parts pulsing with growth.
“OoooOOOOOoooH! This load’s gonna be a BIG ONE!” Her pumping increased, and Chelsea stepped back. “Get ready to be *covered*!”
She aimed her cannon at me and fired! Her first blast slammed into the side of my head like a punch to the face. This punch stuck to me and covered me in thick girl cum. The next blast covered my eyes, and I could only listen to Chelsea’s orgasmic cries and feel the impacts from her absurdly large load. I tried to cough and shake my head to clear my face so I could breathe. It was a struggle until I felt my hand released.
“Thank you for your donation, love.” Chelsea’s giddy voice was muffled by the cum in my ears. “Momma’s going to the gym to work out some energy. I know you can’t wait to feel my new cock in your ass. You’ll just have to wait until I get back. Be sure to prepare yourself. As a reward, I’ll even bring home a gym slut or two for you.”
I’m so worn out that I stay on the saddle, wiping my face. I hear Chelsea’s heavy footsteps leaving the basement. The basement dungeon has a sprayer and drain, so I can more easily hose down the mess that she leaves behind. By the time I finish cleaning, Chelsea will be at the gym. I head to our bathroom to relax in our huge tub. The warm water jets have become my favorite feature in our house.
I finish my bath and grab my towel to dry off. As I do, I notice something. My balls seem heavier! When did this happen? I’ve spent the last year watching Chelsea grow and hoping I would join her. I run to grab the ruler we used at the beginning. I watched yesterday’s video of Clara and me to get full wood for a measurement.
“It’s bigger!” I shout to no one. “My dick grew bigger!”
Finally! Some of that sweet cock growth! Now I have to figure out what caused it.
For the first time since Chelsea’s dick grew to match mine, our relationship is changing in a way that might help me.
The End.
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