Thank you very much for your interest in this sex-enriched fantasy story. I do hope what meager talent I have to offer will give you a little break from your everyday life and lend wings to your imagination. Now I don’t consider myself a “professional” writer of any sort, though I do strive to present my tales as well as I possibly can. If you have questions, if you feel like giving me a verbal pat on the back or a harsh lecture (or really anything in between, I’ll take what feedback I can get), I do have a couple of links for your convenience at the end of this file.
— Paul
With that out of the way, obligatory disclaimer, titles and recap below. Or skip straight to the story.
CONTENT WARNING: The text below is, by its intent, explicit in nature. It is unrated and for mature audiences only. This is neither intended nor suitable for any minors, nor adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting. It is your own choice and responsibility if you continue reading.
I’ll break it down for those hard of understanding:
Non-realistic — The things described herein do not work in the real world. Not At All! And by that, I mean “not at all”. Just like you can’t turn a frog into a prince, there’s no way to turn the plain maid into a big-chested princess by blowing her up. You’ll just end up with pieces of dead plain maid all over the room. So, don’t even for a second think about it. I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. It’s like having to say, “hey, you know, broomsticks don’t really fly, so you better not grab one and jump out the window, m’kay?” Are there really people that stupid out there? Gosh, I hope I never meet one of those.
Sexual intercourse — Two or more people of the same or different sex and legal age, doing teh nastay together. Ask yourself, and be honest: Do You Want To Read About That? Should you read about that? Are you legally entitled to read that? If "No", then What Are You Doing Here?
Fantasy setting — Far, far away in a mirror universe. Faery tale. Magic. Wizardry. Totally made up. Out of this world. In other words, restating the obvious: Do Not Try This At Home!
Siren Song, Part 5 – The Final Night
by
Paul Gerard (a pen name)
First Draft started 2008-06-17
This version 2012-09-22
Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and patience.
Altaerna — A world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind’s stage.
This story unfolds in medieval times, around the 12th Century. 1185, if you’re one for nitpicking.
Once upon a time …
The year is 1185, the world is Altaerna, and the place is somewhere in the temperate climate where people are mostly pale and mostly stubborn.
A winter ago, a lithe and lissom young woman saved a handsome young fisherman from drowning. The fisherman’s would-be fiance, headstrong cold-hearted not-so-young Menena, the town’s mayor and wealthy shop owner, didn’t take it lightly when her trusted maid Barbara and her well-equipped secret boy toy David fell for each other hard and fast despite being unable to join in carnal pleasures (on account of Barbara’s nethers being a thimble and David being … rather more than that).
Consumed by jealousy, Menena saw to it that David was banned from the town, with Menena maligning him whenever she could. Barbara was given the boot but still found a little lenience in Menena’s eyes for the years of service, so the lithe blonde was allowed to spend market days in the side streets where she’s now trying to sell for a living the fishes that David catches with his tiny boat and his worn nets. The outcast couple of twenty-somethings got secretly married and made it through their first year, living a life of privation in a tiny hut atop the cliffs, hours from the town.
Spring has returned. Going for a swim while waiting for her husband’s return, Barbara hits upon a drifting net chock-full of fish while her other half David makes but a single lucky catch out at sea. Reunited, the young couple retreats into their favorite hideaway to have another go at their most pressing problem, their inability to consume their marriage properly. Still unable to succeed, they resort to each other’s dexterity like the many times before.
As Barbara prepares lunch gutting the fish David brought, she discovers a valuable pendant in its belly. Putting it on, she — is woken by her husband, hours later. Not only has she developed quite the appetite for the unfamiliar fishes that the new net seems to attract, she also suddenly succeeds in devouring herculean meat (wink, wink). When David sets out to a bigger and more distant town in an effort to sell more of his catches, Barbara ends up doing a little self-exploration on a moonlit night. She also ends up with quite some more Barbara before the night is through. After a day spent in fear and despair, and lucky for her self-conscious mind, a) most of it has disappeared again by the time Dave returns, and b) David doesn’t mind the surplus left on her at all.
As the next market day comes around, Barbara squeezes into her now ill-fitting old clothes and is about to go on a quest for answers about what has befallen her, and her first stop will be the town’s healer and midwife. Alas, the market isn’t over yet …
Following Barbara’s erroneously assuring visit to the town’s midwife, Barbara and David indulge in Barbara’s new voluptuousness and carnal hunger. As her ever-increasing desires begin to overwhelm David’s abilities, he searches for a second opinion on the strange pendant and gets advice from a young, traveling, bad-tempered, dark-skinned dancing girl called Yrba who also happens to be witch. Meanwhile, back home alone, another outbreak of multiple expansion hits Barbara as her strange visions once again cross over into her reality. When she wakes the next morning, more than just her most eye-catching attributes have changed …
After David relays his tale of the meeting with the witch, Barbara allows him to hide away the pendant. Barbara’s worries about her husband’s response to her increased voluptuousness prove to be unfounded. As they celebrate their reunion after the days of separation, some of the power fueling Barbara’s transformation is passed on to her husband, enlarging his one already oversized attribute even further while shielding their minds from becoming suspicious.
With David away on his next trip to the city, Barbara attempts to better her standing with her former mistress — and it backfires in ways that the poor young woman never would’ve expected. Weak, drained and more chest-heavy than ever, she staggers home …
Much to her horror, Barbara’s body draws its own conclusion after her mammaries have been relieved of a bucketful of milk at her former mistress’ hands, and it decides that a pair of massively swollen breasts capable of lactation by the gallon is the way to go. As Menena arrives the next morning, Barbara is helplessly chained to the kitchen table by her two humungous orbs brimming with milk. Menena discovers the enchanted pendant and decides on a whim that her favorite milk source isn’t big enough yet. She ties up Barbara and leaves the helpless young woman exposed to an even bigger dose of the trinket’s otherworldly powers.
David returns the next morning only to run into Menena. Tempers fly as the bossy woman realizes that her former toy boy will stay true to his wife no matter what …
Part 5: The Final Night
Obscure inspirational music reference:
“Never saw anybody think she’s so right and be so wrong” — Daryl Hall, Dreamtime
Chapter 17: Dashed Hopes
The twitter of morning birds outside the poor hut returned, filling the desolate silence inside after Menena’s haughty departure. Barbara covered her face with her hands and sobbed quietly. Her shaking shoulders sent ripples across the white promontory of her gargantuan, immobilizing, magic-infested mammaries. David leaned with his back against the wall, fists clenched in desperate rage. He slowly slid down, groaning in anger and banging the back of his head against the wood and loam again and again.
Barbara propped herself up on the yard-long, stuffed pillows of her breasts. She moaned faintly as her elbows dug into the flesh and sent a wave of arousal through the sensitive mass.
“Oh the gods, David, what are we going to do? She’ll turn us both into her slaves! She’ll lock me up and make me into a bed, and she’ll chain you to it and turn you into her stallion, and you’ll have to breed her on top of me every night! She’s become sick in the head like that!”
He jumped to his feet. “Barbara, we’ll use the boat! We’ll —”
Barbara spread her arms, her gesture encompassing the breathtaking cause of their predicament. “David! Think about it. I’m heavy like, what, maybe three or four people now. We’d capsize before we’re across the reef. I’d sink like a stone, and I’d drag you down as well.”
He sagged down to his haunches, hanging his head.
“There must be some way to escape! Some way to undo all this, some spell —”
David hesitated, then turned to his wife. “Listen, dear, I’ll — I’ll try to find that witch again, maybe if I beg her nicely, she’ll be willing to — to take another look or something, because if this isn’t magic or a curse or a hex, then what is? And once she’s freed you from it, we’ll go somewhere far away where Menena can’t find us. She can have the pendant for all I care.”
Fear carved trenches into Barbara’s forehead.
“You can’t leave me alone, not like this, David!” she gasped. “It took you two days just to get there, the last time! We don’t have that time, and if you’re not around tomorrow morning, I — I dare not think what she’ll do to me! The gods, she’ll milk me to the last drop and then I’ll grow even more! I’ll swell the house apart! And she’ll be watching and cackling as I flatten our home with my — my —” She ran her flat hands across her thin-stretched, sweat and seed covered skin. Tears itched in the corners of her eyes.
“I won’t leave you, Barbara,” David replied, gently closing his big hand around her slender fingers. “We’ll run from her together. Roughwater village and the witch’s wood is not that far away. We’ll pad out the cart all nice and cozy, make a nest for your chest, and before you know it, this madness will be over.”
“The cart!” Barbara slapped her hands on her mouth. “Oh my goodness, I hid it in the grove just outside the village! You mustn’t go near there!”
“Don’t you worry, dear. I’ll pick it up and they’ll never even see me doing it.”
Barbara’s breath came faster and deeper as she pondered her husband’s words. She finally raised her head as she felt the rekindling flames of hope. Her mouth curved into a smile.
“Yes! David, this might just work!” Barbara stroked her breasts probingly. The flesh and skin was soft under her fingers, yielding to her fingertips’ pressure with tingles of delight instead of stings of overfilling. “I’m good for at least a few hours before I must be milked again, I reckon. Still, you better hurry!”
He jumped to his feet and opened the door into the bedroom. Barbara craned her neck and watched with an incredulous expression.
“David! What are you up to?” She added sarcastically, “The cart’s not in there.”
His shadow rummaged about the other room, straightening the wrinkled coarse blankets on the bed before spreading a new linen blanket on top of it. He fluffed the pillows.
“Really now, David,” Barbara groaned through gnashed teeth, “I’m quite sated with sex for the moment, and you should be, too! Why are you making the bed, we don’t have time for this. The sooner we’re off with the cart, the more of a head start we’ll have!”
He appeared in the door frame and smiled. “There’s always enough time to make you comfortable, my love.”
“Wha—?” she gasped as he knelt down in front of her and gently wiggled forward into her cleavage with his knees. David wrapped one arm around each of Barbara’s humongous mammaries, digging his fingers under the pliable yard-sacks of warm flesh and glands. His fingertips pulled softly and cradled more of Barbara’s silky volume into his hold. “Gods,” she exhaled. Her eyes rolled back in the vertigo of oversexed nerves firing all over her chest.
David hesitated until her gaze return to him. “On the count of three, let’s stand up. Put your hands on my shoulders, I’ll carry your breasts.”
“Dave, that’s just stupid! Just leave me right here, it’s not like those few yards are going to make a difference! Go, bring the cart, I’ll be okay. We really need to have a head start on Menena! She’ll be fuming if she comes by tomorrow and we’re gone! What if you wrench your back now?!”
“No!” he yelled, and Barbara jerked. “No, Barbara,” he continued, his voice growing soft again. “Barbara, you’re my wife. I won’t leave you on the ground like a freak animal. For better or worse, in sickness and health, you’re my wife, my love. We shared the bed during the good times, and I won’t have you crawling on the floor in the bad times. So, one, two —”
“Three—ennnghhh!” moaned Barbara as her mammaries’ skin strained along the top of her twin peaks. Her breasts bent under their own weight, trapping David’s hands and arms in the deep folds. Together, the couple staggered towards the bed, step by dragging step. David’s soles slipped through the puddles of sex juices running down Barbara’s trembling legs.
“Ohthegods — ohthegods — ohthegods!” groaned David. He knew the weight of his wife well, and he never before had been bothered by it. They’d spent quite a few times with him standing and Barbara clinging with her thighs to his hips, their bodies dowelled together by his sizable wood enveloped all the way inside her clutching and milking cave. What he carried now was twice that, twice the weight of Barbara’s divine body, stuffed into a slippery, malleable, yard-long breast under each of his arms.
The front of the bed ran against the back of Barbara’s knees. She stumbled backwards and dragged David along. They crashed down on the straw mattress together.
“Uh — David?” she inquired after things finally settled down. Barbara’s splayed arms lay trapped under the massive weight of her flattened breasts. Her husband’s loins rested on top of her own luckily both well-padded and well-muscled midriff, and he struggled to free himself from the warm chasm of her cleavage.
“Ugh,” he replied, finally wiggling out on his hands and knees. “Sorry, that was a bit rough.” His hand caressed the plate-sized dome of Barbara’s left areola. “Are you all right?”
“The gods, for a moment there I thought you’d squeeze them to pieces, dear,” she moaned. “Just help me get my arms out from under — well, from under me, and I’ll be quite comfortable while you,” she gnashed her teeth, “please finally get that damned cart back here!”
“There now,” groaned David, cradling Barbara’s left breast and pulling it over his wife’s midriff. The weighty orb bearing down on her ribcage took her breath away, but her left arm finally came free. David let the milky breast slowly down again, and it settled on the bed by Barbara’s left flank. He quickly moved over and leaned into the malleable right sphere that softly engulfed his pushing shoulders until it rolled aside just far enough to give Barbara’s other arm the chance to escape from the warm grave beneath her boob avalanche.
“Heavens, finally! Please, don’t touch them for a while, all this kneading and squeezing only makes me hornier, I think my crotch is about to burst with juices!” She gulped. “Still, David, I tell you, I was able to carry them as long as I wore the penfmlll—”
Determinedly but gently he placed his forefinger on her lips and shut her up. “No, Barbara. You grew them as long as you wore the pendant, so let’s not go there again.”
Barbara sighed. She managed to push herself up on her elbows, her body now framed and obscured by the pair of her bulging bags that reached beyond her hips and rose almost two feet high. Pliable as they were, the stretching skin spanning across her breastbone left her not much wiggle room before the first stings of pain warned her that she was in danger of coming apart.
“Ouch! Oh my, it feels like I’m not going anywhere, David. If we want to run away far enough before Menena returns, you really need to get the cart. Even then I’m not sure I could bear its bumping and jolting for days, and I don’t know if it’s going to be for the pleasure or the pain.”
“I’ll be back before it’s noon, dear,” he whispered and pecked a kiss on her cheek. “Will you let me take a quick sip though, I’m parched.”
Barbara sighed resignedly, smiled and nodded. Her husband’s face lit up as it disappeared behind the boulders of her flesh and glands. His hands stroked across the expanse of her right breast’s skin and closed in on her dark areola. He cupped the puffy patch and lightly squeezed the nubby dome. David’s warm breath touched her nipple. Moments later, his pouted lips brushed against the tip. His tongue peeked out and rimmed the rough surface before he opened his mouth further. Barbara’s heightened senses fed the slowly stretching and sliding touch of his lips straight into her kindling lust. She twitched with every fraction of an inch that David sucked deeper between his lips, and her unfilled sheath contracted greedily from her groin up beneath her ribs, slobbering its juices between her legs and begging to be stuffed.
“The — gods!” panted Barbara, squeezing the words out through her teeth clenching in her outburst of lust. “G—giving — boiling — guuuhhh—!” Her teat hardened under her husband’s deft tongue, and the hole in the tip widened expectantly. At the root of the swollen cylinder, the puckered valve opened up. Muscles throbbed deep inside her breast, contracting around her glands and ducts and forcing a big mouthful of warm milk as food for the journey down David’s throat.
David gulped down the rich serving and let the hot teat out of his mouth. He rose from his haunches to his knees and brought his hands beneath the humungous orb in a long semi-circular stroke. His fingers dug lightly into the soft underboob, then he raised the front of the elongated bag to his face and kissed the generous teat again. “Oh, I can truly understand Menena,” he gushed. “You’re so delicious! Beyond delicious! I swear I never tasted anything better! Now my feet will be flying to get back to you, Barbara!”
David’s jogging steps faded in the distance. Trapped in the loneliness of the bedroom and chained to the bed by the sources of her husband’s delight, Barbara flexed her shoulders, grabbed the headboard of her bed and pulled herself up as far as her two flesh anchors allowed.
How will this end? she pondered, staring at the ceiling. Her breasts’ tender envelope against her curves was like a warm and soft embrace, and soon her eyelids sagged. Each time she noticed she jerked and forced them open again.
Gah — ! Mustn’t fall asleep! Yet the harder she strained her eyelids open, the more a veil of darkness crept in from the edge of her vision.
Musn’t — fall — asssssl—
She wasn’t asleep, she was sure of it. Instead, she was aware of her body far beyond being awake. Her skin told her of every tiny piece of hay that poked through the makeshift mattress against the cloth under her back, of every wrinkle of the blanket under her breasts. Her breathing shifted the air, and she sensed its eddies creeping along her sweaty skin. Above, the outlines of the wooden roof beams and the underside of the thatch were just barely visible in the shadows.
Barbara tried to move her arms, but nothing happened. The darkness from the corners of her eyes closed in further. She stared through these two shrinking windows in the middle of her eyesight that struggled against the inky void; she felt how she sank deeper into a bottomless well; how she descended away from her eyes, from her head, her body. Slowly, she sagged into the new center of herself, into her breasts; all the skin she felt was of those two orbs; all that she was were those two orbs.
The sights and sounds and smells of the outside world disappeared and left only touch, only the feeling of weight, of the slight tension of skin encompassing a gargantuan volume, of a soft nest of cloth and straw cradling her round shapes, and it was good.
She smiled as she sensed the result of her glands’ slow but steady work all through herself. She swelled relaxedly now, stretching bigger and higher at her own natural pace, slowly stockpiling fresh warm milk that appeared inside her drop by drop out of thin air. Barbara’s ethereal smile didn’t reach her face, because her face was part of a body that no longer mattered to her. Muscles twitched but not in her cheeks; they twitched around her beautiful, engorged nipples and made her areola crinkle and dome even more. Her arms, legs, hands were no longer of any importance. She was round and proudly swollen with milk; the ridiculously scrawny arms and legs were but useless appendages to her glorious mammarian self. Yet she knew that she was not nearly done. She was tiny compared to what she knew she could become. Barbara licked her lips, only it wasn’t her tongue that moistened those clumsy, fleshy things in her face, but tiny extra ducts in her nipples around the main vent that opened now and let out a trickle of milk. The thin whitish coating soaked into the rough, dark skin of the areola. A little surplus ran down the curve of her breasts, and Barbara nearly passed out from the long-drawn sensation of something tracing the massive bulge.
Fingers. I want to feel fingers, other people’s fingers, curious fingers! David’s big strong fingers, Menena’s slender deft fingers. Oh yes, Menena’s fingers, how they knew so well what they needed to do! I want to feel them again, milking me, relieving me! I want the touch of their lips, pouting against my teats, nibbling at me, sucking me into their greedy hungry maws! I want to fill them; I want to spend all of me into them!
The cart’s squeaking axle announced David’s return. The grating noise reached Barbara’s ears, but her ears didn’t reach her mind any longer. As David slowly opened the door and entered the bedroom, shuffling and with his head and shoulders hanging, his wife rested comatose on the bed in the two foot deep pit of her mammaries.
David took a soft hold of her narrow shoulders and shook her gently. Even that slight motion sent wandering waves across the surface of Barbara’s breasts. He eyed them warily. Were they still the same size when he had left —? His wife’s milk factories had reached a volume where even an extra gallon would go unnoticed in the ocean of boob flesh rolling gently before his eyes.
Her husband’s touch was but a tiny drop in the vast ocean of brushes, tickles and contacts that now shaped Barbara’s whole world. The wavefronts of wobbling that spread through her breasts elevated her orgasmic delights. Her mams lost their weight and floated from the ground. Trapped in the blackness of only touch, Barbara sensed acceleration. She was propelled upward, faster and faster. Two tiny dots of light appeared high above her and approached quickly while her body of two orbs stretched out and inflated rapidly. The darkness took on shape, and Barbara was trapped inside the strangely formed cast, filling it more with every second. Her true skin squeezed against that hollow outside skin and fused with it, faster and faster while the she recognized rough, dimly lit wooden structures behind the growing windows overhead.
Other, stranger sensations bombarded her now. Barbara became worried. The world of touch and milk had been so delightfully simple, but this quickly became confusing. She blinked —
“Nnnngh! Not so rough, I’m awake,” mumbled Barbara. She opened her eyes and frowned through her long-drawn yawn. “David? You’re back already? I — I just dozed off for a bit, I swear I wasn’t sleeping —”
He nodded, then he pinched his eyes shut. Tears ran down his cheeks.
“David, what’s wrong?” whispered Barbara.
He turned and sat down heavily by her side, turning his back to his wife. With his elbows on his knees, David hunched forward and cupped his face in his hands.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. She has us trapped, Barb. I got the cart back, but it’s no use. I saw the town’s guards, they’ve put up some kind of manned barrier on the road. Who knows what stories Menena told them. They’re checking everyone who wants to pass. We can’t get away anymore. The cart’s going to break a wheel or worse if we try to sneak by across the plain and through the forests.”
Barbara exhaled. She tried to worry, but something deep inside her whispered: Menena’s slender deft fingers —
She caressed his back. “Never fear, dear. Come, lie down by my side now. It’ll be alright. Come to me. The fighting’s over.”
“How can you say that? How can you be so calm?”
“Come, I need you by my side, please. Who knows how long we’ll have that luck anymore.”
“Barbara —”
“Da—vid,” she fluted gently. He sighed and undressed slowly before he lay down on the worn, linen-covered straw mattress.
Chapter 18: A Long Ride Into The Sunset
“And what if Menena were to never return from her ride?” mused David with his fingers meshed in the back of his head and his eyes staring at the ceiling. “Accidents happened before. So what if they found her far away from us? Maybe she took a bad tumble from her horse, there was an unlucky stone in the grass where her head fell —”
Barbara rose as far as her anchors allowed. “You’re joking, right? David, I know your heart, I know you couldn’t do it. No, you’re not as cold as her, or I would’ve been so very mistaken.”
He turned his head and held her gaze with grim determination. “Barbara, I’d do anything for you, love.”
“But you won’t do that,” she insisted. “I’d rather serve gladly as her cow for the rest of my life than to burden my conscience with such an atrocity!”
“You can’t suggest that in earnest, Barbara!” He reared and turned on the bed. Sitting at the foot end, he faced what little he could see of his wife beyond those two proud, round bags that shielded her face and eyes from him. David’s hands held her ankles and massaged her feet gently.
Barbara gulped hard and fought for words as the fire of shame tinted her cheeks. “But I do. It’s the only way. Just think about it, David. She has to treat us decently. Me, because she wants my milk more than anything. You, she can’t lock you up, and she can’t have you looking like the slave she wants to make you into, because people would talk then. She has always cared about her reputation the most. The only way to keep you in line is to treat me decently as well, but still she wants to punish us by keeping us apart. So I guess she’ll leave me here, safe out of sight. Her precious, precious cow trapped in the stable, ready to be milked anytime —” Barbara bit her lips. “Gods, you can’t imagine how good it felt to give all that milk!” she groaned, sucking her lower lip over her teeth. “It’s — it’s li—iiiyyy—unnhhh!” Her voice changed from piercing shriek into throaty moan. David’s face rose over the horizon of her mammaries, his mouth encircled with white droplets.
“Oh yes I can,” he smiled sadly, caressing her puffy areola. “I can’t resist you either, love. I see your nipples, and I must relieve them. I can’t fight it. Nobody could.”
“So it’s agreed, then? David?” Barbara raised her arm over her promontory. Her fingers blindly reached and beckoned for his hand.
He sighed and nodded as he leaned in and their fingers meshed. “Yes, love. If that is what you really feel in your heart, then I’ll follow you into Menena’s slavery.”
“Feel? No, David. I don’t know what to feel anymore. I just know that she has won and it’s the only thing left for us — and — and that there’s something telling me it’s the right thing, too. The right thing for me. It’s my fate. Look at me! Giving milk, it’s the thing I can do best.” She sniveled. “It’s the only thing I can do anymore, and if it placates that harpy, I’ll do it gladly.”
David rolled onto his side and cuddled the left one of Barbara’s torso-sized chubby breasts. “And to think, just this morning I hoped we’d finally be out from under her boot.” He rubbed his cheek against his wife’s sensitive soft avalanche of motherly abundance. Barbara shivered in delight as he snuggled closer and squeezed into the giant pillow of warm young woman. Her breast flesh sculpted itself against his skin and engulfed him like the smoothest silk. It told Barbara of every square inch of his body rubbing against her, of every depression and muscle, and especially of the growing appendage that sprung from between his legs.
“Unh David, grab my breast harder, push into it —,” she moaned.
He stopped his caresses and sighed. “No, dear. This doesn’t feel right. Let me roll you over, I want to hold you, not this strange lump that some evil magic has hexed on you.”
Together, they managed to shift Barbara’s left breast across her body. Her breathtaking pair, each two feet across and a yard long, now rested side by side, slightly flattened by their own weight. Their teats peeked across the edge of the bed while Barbara lay on her right side. Her husband circled her and spooned up against the curve of her bare back and her wide, fleshy buttocks. He reached around her narrow waist, holding her close with his strong arms around her midriff. Barbara raised her left leg, gently pulled the seven inches of his flaccid cock along the length of her crotch and closed her thighs again. David’s impressive rod didn’t twitch in her warm fold, not even a single time.
“Oh my, you’re truly exhausted, aren’t you?” she cooed.
“No, love. It’s that I just want to hold you. Holding you like this, it feels like none of all the weird things ever happened.” He moved his arms, and the immediate sensation of Barbara’s giant breasts against his skin asserted that indeed they had happened and still did. He sighed.
“My goodness, all the milk you gave, and the sheer size of your body! You must’ve been stuffing yourself! I don’t know if I’ll be able to catch enough fish for you.”
“No, David. I — I become thirsty every now and then, but that’s about it.”
He frowned. “This can’t be right! When’s the last time you ate, Barbara?”
“A week ago?” she shrugged. “I just don’t feel hungry, only thirsty every now and then and, well, the only hunger is for your one kind of meat that I’ve come to enjoy to the hilt.” She turned her head and winked over her shoulder while she stuck out her buttocks.
“We’re truly cursed, aren’t we?” he replied with a shiver. “Look at all that.” David’s hands stroked the onset of her underboob gently. He slipped one thigh between Barbara’s legs and wormed a bit higher and closer to Barbara until he rested his head against her shoulder. His lips brushed against Barbara’s silky skin. “That amulets’s evil magic has us in its grip, there just is no other way. And yet it feels so — so right. It’s not just our bodies, it’s making us mad, too, is what I’m saying. I’m sorry, dear. I should’ve kept you safe, but I failed you. And now Menena’s about to turn me into her toy again, and you’ll be trapped out here.”
Barbara’s fingers played in his hair. “David, magic. Not something we ever had a chance to fight. We never should’ve fought it in the first place. I’m just happy we’re still together. Tomorrow will come what may, but today you truly are my husband.”
“And you’re my wife, forever.” He smiled wearily. “So, our last hours together. What do you want me to do for you?”
“Just hold me like this for a —,” she yawned, “— for a little longer.”
“Mmmh,” he groaned as his hold around her waist relaxed.
“D—David? Are you awake?” mumbled Barbara. Her eyelids dropped ever so irresistibly. “David, I’m so tired, I thhhh…”
A thin, blue ray shone through a gap in the timbers of the hut’s wall, and the faintest waft of singed cloth drifted in from the outside.
The tiny hill of sand was merely an inch high. As she lurched ahead, Barbara’s toes got caught on it nevertheless. She canted forward. Her eyes snapped open from their drowsy, half-closed, aimless stare.
Barbara twitched and barely managed to keep her balance. “Whoa there, must’ve been dozing off again,” she muttered to herself. “Almost tripped over my own feet.” She looked around while she kept on walking. The cool, soft sand yielded just enough to shape itself pleasantly against her soles. Its blueish nightly hues stretched in a flat plane to where the mist-veiled horizon changed into a black, cloud- and starless sky. Craning her neck, she glanced over her shoulder. The meandering line of footsteps she had left behind faded in the distance.
Barbara peeked straight ahead through the V-shaped gap between her breasts, but the narrow crevice in the vast expanse of straining skin gave only the tiniest sliver of an outlook. She raised her arms high over her head, angled her hands and worked her fingertips into the slit to spread the cleavage of her humungous spheres apart for a better view. Her splayed fingers pushed lightly into the warm, yielding mass of her breasts, and the pair of orbs at least the diameter of David’s height slowly picked up speed. The two surfaces of warm skin separated and revealed nothing but untouched sand ahead. Barbara kept up the gentle pressure on the inner part of her breasts until she felt the outer sides running into her flanks, hips and thighs; the impact sent sloshing waves through her mams’ bulk. Barbara sensed their wobbling mass as rubbery resistance while they floated weightlessly in front of her lithe body. They throbbed slowly, and while they relentlessly kept on swelling with milk, the increase was almost lost on their already overwhelming size.
“This is not your way, Barbara,” cooed a soft and gentle voice behind her back. Barbara turned her head.
The silver woman without a face stood several dozen yards away, beckoning her. “Barbara, please. Why do you want to go willingly into this darkness, when the light has been right before your eyes all this time, my dear? Yet you walk every wrong path and take every detour you can. Please, turn around and come home, Barbara. People hunger for you. Don’t let your milk go to waste.”
“I can’t turn!” Barbara replied as she staggered on and the tall shape slowly disappeared from the cone of light that followed the twin balloons and their tiny wrangler between them. “Look at the size of me! My breasts, they’re dragging me forward. If I don’t keep on walking, I’ll fall down and then I won’t get up again!”
“Oh dear, oh dear,” was the reply of the silvery shadow that now mingled into the night behind the young woman. “Are your breasts all that you can think about? Your husband is right by your side, and night is about to fall. You will learn a lesson now, and I think you will like it.” The non-face radiated the suggestion of a smile as the silhouette raised a hand and snapped her fingers.
A thick branch popped up right between Barbara’s legs and tripped her up. With a surprised shriek, she stumbled forward. Out of the blue, her mammaries gained real weight. The swollen orbs crashed down on the sand sloshing and wobbling like jelly. Barbara flailed helplessly as she was dragged up and over her own rolling breasts by the straining skin of her ribcage —
Barbara woke up slowly. She felt a tugging on her ribs; nothing painful, just a constant pull. David’s arms still lay around her. She smiled wearily while she rolled her shoulders and blinked her eyes open.
A curved glowing expanse greeted her. The diffuse light from outside came in with the golden hue of the sunset and painted a delicious luster on the distended skin of the smooth-sloped mountains of her breasts. Barbara felt along the silky surface for as far as her arms reached. Only the faintest strain deep in the humungous volume beneath the soft skin gave away that with every passing moment more milk was made and hoarded inside them.
“Still good,” she mumbled to herself. “David?”
Barbara squirmed slowly, stretching the muscles in her back and her legs. Between her firm thighs, something warm and long and round rolled as she angled her hips. Barbara’s face lit up. She began gyrating her hips on the rod she held trapped against her crotch.
“Mmmh, David,” she groaned. “Oh my, evening wood is just as nice as morning wood. What are you dreaming about right now, mmh? Your eel’s quite fattened up, time to put it in my smoking oven while we still have the time.”
No reply. She prodded him gently with her elbow. “Husband, wake up,” she fluted. “Your wife needs you to do your marital duties, and she needs them thick and long! Are you willing to make our last night one to remember?”
Still no reply. She squeezed her legs together. The warm rod, easily two and a half inches thick, answered with a twitch. David mumbled incomprehensibly. Barbara reached behind herself, fingered searchingly and grabbed his hip, rocking him. The meaty snake trapped between her toned legs tugged at her pubes’ curls.
“Ah. Gods, that’s quite a mouthful you’ve got there, darling. Wake and shine, sleepyhead! Let’s put that gift of wood to good use! I don’t want to leave a single drop behind for Menena.”
He stirred.
“I ain’t got wood,” he mumbled while he spooned closer and gently tightened his arms around her waist. “Tired.”
She smiled and grabbed the trapped glans protruding from her crotch.
“U-huh? And what’s —”
She gasped. The head was the size she knew intimately when he was hard, but now it was all soft and squishy, for a few moments at least. It quickly grew hot in her grip as blood rushed in, swelling and pushing forward as the trunk behind it elongated and thickened in slow, steady pulses.
“Mrrrr—,” David groaned raunchily behind her back and rocked his hip against the taut pillows of her buttocks. “You naughty tease, you! Fine, have it your way.”
“David! The gods, it’s still soft and yet so huge already! You’ve grown, too! Oh my, it’s just now getting hard!”
The glans spread the grip of her fingers until she clutched a dark-red apple. The trunk tried to force her thighs apart by its sheer girth. This was so many ways of wrong, yet that was just her head talking. Her crotch felt the rub of the veined surface as it swelled to a log three inches across. The hard pole moved forward along the length of her ever-wet labia, parting the jungle of her curls and sliding against the smooth pink stretch between her hooded clit and the hungry, slowly opening rosette of her vagina, and a bestial urge stirred deep in her brain and decided that this was oh so very right.
“My — my balls,” groaned David. “Bigger too —”
“Got to have it now,” Barbara rasped. Her hand slid down the veined shaft. Even with the root of David’s gargantuan cock trapped between her thighs, she held a whole hand’s width of the thick pole in her grip with unclaimed inches of his shaft to spare. “That’s no eel, that’s a moray! Just the thing my cave needs!”
David eased away, only to have his glans bump against his wife’s venus mound. The first droplets of his precum hung in her blond curls. His rod’s slight upward bend meant he fitted Barbara’s whole crotch like the curve of a well-shaped saddle, and his purple saddle horn kept her from sliding off.
“Nnng! Barbara, lift your leg, it’s not working. I’m too stiff, can’t get in like that. Besides —”
She looked over her shoulder. “Oh yes, I know. I want to take a look at it, too! A magic cock! Mmmh, if it’s really as big as it feels …”
Barbara strained the onset of her left breast to get enough room to turn and better look at her husband.
“Delicious,” she muttered. A thin trickle of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth, and she didn’t even notice.
David knelt on the bed with his toned legs angled apart. He needed both hands to hold up the thick pipe of engorged flesh; beneath the root, his swollen balls, each more than the size of his fist, filled his taut straining sack almost beyond capacity. David slowly lowered his cock towards the bed. The apple-sized head nearly reached his knees.
“Double the size, Barbara! I — I don’t know how that happened. Heavens, maybe we angered the pendant! Maybe that’s its revenge! Making us into nothing but cock and breasts! Turning us into such misshapen —”
“Misshapen? David, look at it, it’s gorgeous! The gods, it’s bigger than a stallion’s, and it’s beautiful! This is what I want my man to look like! The body of a god, and the cock of a beast! Ha! Menena can’t enjoy you now,” Barbara grinned. “And if she tried, she’d just burst on it.”
“Nobody’s going to enjoy this,” David replied, staring incredulously. “It’s so big, there’s not a woman in the world who could take this.”
“Nobody but me,” his wife answered with a gleam in her eyes. “Yes, it’s made for me. Only for me. My own. My precious —”
David shook his head. “No, Barbara. I’m sorry, but I think not even you can take something of that size. I’ve grown a third arm between my legs. Look at the length of it! Very nearly half a yard! And the head, it’s huge like a fist. The gods, this is a nightmare! That trunk would split your belly wide open from your gate to your throat, dear.”
“Really now,” said Barbara, licking her lips. Straining and pulling her left breast still closer to get some wiggle room, she arched her back and raised her thigh, presenting her impressive vulva to her husband. Her slender fingers slid into the deep funnel. Curving her forefingers into hooks, she pulled at the tender membranes of her insides. Smacking and slurping, her gate stretched open and the wet curls of her pubes thinned as the yielding skin of her venus mound distended along.
“See? That annoying bone under my bush is gone. If it fits into the hole, it’ll fit in all the way. And look at this —” Her fingertips jumped along the circular muscle ribs lining the inside of the flexible tube that ran up just beneath the skin of her midriff. “Mmmh! Remember last time? Oh, I’ll stretch around you and milk you so good. It’ll be the night that never ends. Here, this’ll make it easy for you to dive right in!”
Barbara turned about on hands and knees and spread her arms wide to reach around the bulging man-sized pillows of her breasts that now lay halfway under her. She rested her upper body on the warm support and groaned quietly as her weight squeezed the yielding filling apart until her breast skin’s tautness stopped the pancaking and balanced her weight.
“Nnngh! Yes, it’ll hold. David — David, plug me now! Look here, it’s just the right height. Do it like the beasts do! Ride me, mount me like the cow that I am, my bull!”
Presenting her ass to him, Barbara raised her hips and spread her thighs. Her outer lips glistened, already lacquered with her overflowing juices. Thick drops dripped from the crinkled gate and ran down the smooth slide between her wrinkled inner labia. They coated the engorged clit that had out-swollen its hood and sat fat and red like a strawberry at the bottom. The copious lubricant dribbled down in elongating threads and pooled on the sheets in a thick puddle.
“David — oh David, I’m wide open for you, hurry, I need it, mount me!”
He groaned. The sight and the smell of her gaping drenched lips reached something right in the primal parts of his mind. David’s trunk quickly regained the few inches he’d lost over their conversation. With the head stuck against the sheets, the throbbing rod bent upward as it engorged eagerly.
He moved closer on his knees. Aiming his pole with both hands on the root of the sixteen inches, David held the tip into the slow sludgy waterfall. Barbara’s juices crept warmly around the thick head that had long shed its foreskin. They clung to the underside of his glans, and he felt the gentle tug on the sensitive band as the plump drops dragged filaments after them while they descended slowly.
David lifted his rod against her clit, catching more of the ample lubricant. The silky purple skin touched Barbara’s nervous bud. She shrieked and curled her toes, and the rosette in her vulva’s depths gaped more and pouted like a hungry, salivating, sideway mouth.
“In—side!” she groaned. “Gods, stick it in, run me through, will ya!” Her cave smacked and squelched as the muscular seal widened and contracted again. “Need it! David, need it!” she panted. “Uuooaah! Itching! Burning! The mare needs it! The cow must be bred!”
He hesitated and stared at the funnel of flushed, glistening skin rimmed with blond, soaked, matted curls. Its walls flexed slowly, forming wandering waves that invited him into the wet abyss. Every empty inch of Barbara’s soaked sheath begged to be stretched wide.
“It’s so —,” he started, then he fell silent and backed away. His hands let go of his dick, and it bobbed down on the mattress under its own weight, throbbing to his heartbeat. “No, Barbara. This is madness. This isn’t what we wanted to be, love,” he whispered.
The trickle from her sheath changed color. The clear liquid grew opaque and turned from water to white. David extended a hand and brushed against the plump, red outer lips.
“Yes, love!” moaned Barbara, oblivious to his worries. “Stick your fingers into it! Feel it! Feel how wet I am! Now — take you rod and plow me! Plow this fertile field of woman and sow your seed deep into the swamp!”
He raised his fingertips to his mouth and sampled the coating on his hand. The salty tang of her juices was gone, and the only taste greeting his tongue was — milk.
“B—Barbara, it’s coming out of your crotch! You’re dripping milk!”
“Yes,” whispered Barbara, eyes closed, head raised. “Milk. Milk is good. Milk makes us strong.” She moaned again. “Dive into the milk cave, love. Lube your pillar and part my milk sea with it, stick your giant spigot into this milk barrel …”
“Listen to me, Barbara! We’re — we’re turning into things!”
“And I don’t care!” howled Barbara. “Oh gods, I need it so bad!” Her belly shuddered in cramps of over-arousal. Thick gobs of her milky lube burped from her clenching and twitching hole. She struggled for air as the raging emotions of feral desire burned through her mind.
Command him! Command the rod! whispered a coarse voice in her mind. He is Man. Man obeys. Man obeys the Voice.
“Come and ride your co—ow,” sang Barbara, beside herself with arousal, clenching her hands into the blanket and arching her back even more. David’s cock took command of him, twitched and rose out of its own strength, curving itself upward with Barbara’s dripstone cave firmly in its sight. The sudden motion of the pillar of straining, engorged flesh made David jerk in surprise. He lost his balance and canted forward. His hands reached instinctively for a steadying grip on the nearest, sturdiest thing presenting itself.
“Yes!” shrieked Barbara as David’s fingers dug into her ass’ pair of meaty globes while the tip of his glans’ cone found its target. David panted, struggling against his urge to bury all of his rod into Barbara. He lost the fight when she flexed her buttocks. Juicy muscles pulsed under his fingers. David pulled the butt cheeks apart and moved his hip forward. Membranes of soft, warm, delicate skin yielded around the riving cone.
“Hooooh—!” bellowed the woman before him. His hands wandered higher and clamped around her waist, which wasn’t as narrow as he remembered, but still looked almost like an hourglass shape compared to the fertile hips housing the greedy cave that slowly swallowed the fist-sized glans.
“Gods,” he groaned. Barbara’s muscle ribs finished their first huge bite. Her plump outer labia slipped into the ridge behind the glans’ cone. All around the head, the sheath milked and pulled at him. Retreat was no longer an option. He leaned forward and ran his hands around Barbara’s flanks. Her midriff was almost flat, yet along the middle his fingertips traced the long hollow tube as it flexed and bucked like a snake burrowing under her skin.
“Oh yes, tickle it! Stroke it!” moaned Barbara. “So hungry — so empty — filling —”
David’s fingers followed the muscle pipe down towards her cock-bloated crotch, and Barbara’s sounds of delight turned into bestial grunts. Her hips moved back and forth, but he was far too tightly wedged into her first inches for her bucking motions to drive him in deeper.
“Come now,” she managed to articulate. “Need — push in!” Barbara felt his fingers reaching the thick bulge where his glans showed like a small melon wedged in under the straining skin of her pubes.
“Stuck. Too tight,” he replied, struggling to keep his thoughts together; to keep his mind from melting away into the throbbing pillar between his legs.
Barbara rolled her eyes. “No! I’ll — never again — be too tight,” she growled through clenched teeth. Her thick juices slowly filled up the tube now that its outlet was thoroughly plugged. She focused on contracting it even more, starting at its end somewhere at the height of her stomach. Ring by straining muscle ring it pulled tight, forcing its ample filling of slippery ooze down towards David’s glans. The more the wavefront approached her crotch, the more the growing bulge of pent-up secretions rivaled the bulge caused by her husband’s inhuman cock head.
“Push — now!” she moaned as the two melons touched and united into a single bulge, drowning the stuck head in a bubble of lubricant. David’s grip changed towards the onset of her thighs, and he pulled her closer. All of her blocked vulva slowly yielded up her womb. She squeezed stronger.
David gasped for air as the high-pressured liquid backed up into the duct of his dick. Barbara’s milky lube wormed down his urethra until its warmth spread out into his groin and filled his sack. His balls throbbed bigger as the strange juice soaked into them and mingled with his pent-up seed.
“Barbara —,” he wheezed with his eyes closed and his face raised to the ceiling.
“Hold on — almost —,” she panted. The thick liquid sneaked in between his glans and the ribbed wall of her vagina and lubed the piston seizure. “Yes — uuunnh yes!”
Her warm natural oil leaked through the tight seal of her straining labia, slowly glazing the inside of the thighs. Barbara shivered and exhaled in a long chain of lusty vowels as her husband’s oversized tool conquered inch by inch of her innards, forcing the ribbed wall of her strange sheath thinner and tauter. David leaned his weight on her hips, canting forward to gain leverage over the reluctant muscles. Barbara squealed, struggling for a grip as she slid ahead on her pillows. Her massive orbs squeezed flatter and wider, spreading her arms apart and robbing her of the last hold on the bed.
“Oaaahh—!” she groaned as David’s burning body came down on her back and trapped her between his muscular physique and the straining spheres of her breasts beneath. The couple bobbed on the soft orbs with David’s long thrusts providing the rhythm. Barbara struggled for air, and her vision dimmed as her climax approached rapidly. Her sheath was reamed wide while her weight rolling back and forth over her milk pillows massaged and excited all of their glands-stuffed filling.
“Gods — keep going — k’p g’nnng! Nnngh! N—n—nnnghh!”
David obeyed, he even managed to pick up speed as the skin of his roaming piston became evenly coated with Barbara’s thick white lube. Barbara threw her head left and right in rising ecstasy. Her sweat-soaked blond strands whipped against the sensitive expanse of her breasts’ skin. Every pleat that her knotted fingers pulled into the milk-white surface, every drop of sweat running down the glistening curves, every fold of strain seemed wired into the throbbing strawberry of her lust knob and her itching, stone hard nipples. The massive pillar fled her cave, she deflated and sagged onto her stuffed breasts; it barged into her again, and the tube swelled and strained like impaled on a pair of bellows.
At the apex of David’s motions, his glans now struck the deep end of Barbara’s sheath and spread the skin between her breasts. Each time Barbara’s long tunnel bottomed out on the hot cone, David’s tip ran into a knot of nerves and triggered a rush of contraction straight through the young woman’s whole chest, taking her breath away as all of the muscles between her ribs hardened. Each time she twitched out of control, an impaled butterfly spread-eagled on silky pillows.
“C—coming,” she moaned with her eyes closed. Her thighs trembled in spasms. She clawed at her own breasts, losing herself in the raging storm of lust wrecking her body. David pulled out one and a half feet with each stroke, emptying her until nothing on her front seemed out of the ordinary, then his thrusts conquered the many ribbed inches and made her skin strain around the thick muscle sheath that relentlessly milked his elephantine cock. Her juices bubbled and squirted out when he burrowed his meat into her, and the taut seal slurped and smacked when he struggled to pull out against his wife’s clutch.
“It’s coming!” David bellowed, clutching Barbara’s hips and pushing as hard and deep into her as he could. His balls, his cock; they throbbed in unison, gathering all of the momentum his body could provide. “I’m breedin’ — hurnnn — you! Y—’ll be — soaked — !”
His crotch pulsed frantically, squeezing pints of liquid into his cock. The hot load filled up its whole length and reached the head when suddenly a single muscle ring of Barbara’s sheath closed around the ridge just behind his glans. David hunched over his wife’s back.
“Gods! What are you doing — choking —”
His ducts overflowed with seed as his balls forced it up into his cock. With no place to go, the mix of infused milk and sperm spread into his cock flesh that soaked it up like a sponge. And like a sponge, it swelled heavier and thicker with every consumed drop. With the head being caught at the deep end of Barbara’s sheath, the taut seal of her stretched labia flipped about as the beginning growth forced the first half-inch of David’s further elongating rod out of her.
“I’m — growing!” he moaned.
“Oh yes you are,” she replied and smiled as she sensed her sheath stretching. Muscle rings relaxed as others contracted instinctively. Now Barbara’s crotch held the root of her husband’s cock in place, and the throbbing hot pillar’s head was free again. David struggled for air, clinging to his wife’s waist for support. Her long cave filled with more of her juices, and they crept through the skin of the trapped organ and plumped him further.
“Still growing longer!” gasped David. His elongating shaft slipped one by one over the muscle ribs inside Barbara’s hollow tube. “You’re squeezing — your milk — into my cock! Gods, it’s not stopping, let me pull out, you’re about to burst!” He pushed into his wife’s buttocks and tried to wedge his fingers between his loins and her ass, but the clutch of her sheath’s opening was unyielding. Its length bucked and flexed frantically, and it still fed more of her milky fuel down his cock. Her clutch relaxed just enough to allow her lube to make its way down his cock and into his balls. Seconds later, the warmth and itching of growth spread through his sack, too.
“Heavens, Barbara! Too much — must — pull out! You’ll rip —”
“What a way to go,” she sighed happily while her arousal climbed higher still. Barbara reached and strained to cradle more of her breasts in her arms. Inside her now thigh-thick muscle sheath, the glans of David’s cock that held her impaled throbbed between her breasts and spread her cleavage from within.
“Let go, Barbara! You’re full! Oh please, I can’t stop it from growing!”
“Uuunh yes! Yes! Stretch me! The gods, I’m — bottoming! Between my breasts! Full to — the brim,” moaned Barbara. She pulled her arms against her flanks and managed to wedge her hands into her cleavage from below. Her fingers followed the overfilled sheath that still milked and twitched, though its muscle rings were pulled so thin now around the unyielding rod that its efforts to contract barely showed.
A horrible stinging burrowed into her sternum. Barbara’s eyes widened as the fog of mind-numbing delights fled with the sudden pain. Warm, sticky liquid coated her fingertips, then came flaps of flesh and skin. “The gods — oh the gods, I’m tearing apart,” she gasped. Her fingers touched a throbbing cone that wasn’t of her own flesh. She traced the rim of the hole in her cleavage that was now tightly plugged from within by David’s glans. The shock diverted her attention from her groin, and the sheath’s stranglehold on the root of her husband’s pole relaxed.
“Pulling — out,” panted David as Barbara’s ring of muscle let go. The glans disappeared into the new cleft with a smack. Barbara frantically fingered the strange thing in her bosom. Her fingers squeezed two plump, sausage-like lips with a thick, hooded knob in the fold near her neck, right at the beginning of her cleavage. They deflated rapidly, turning back into smooth skin as Barbara’s sheath contracted without the massive stuffing of her husband’s cock. She strained her neck to look down into the triangle between her breast. Except for a thin red line that looked like a faint scratch, there was no hint left that anything had happened at all.
Not torn, Barbara realized. It’s — oh goddess, it’s a second —
Curiosity and an overwhelming urge of lust, of desiring to be reduced to a sheath around a cock, grabbed her. She panted, “David! David, run me through again!”
He held her buttocks and stared down at the impossible length of the veined cylinder that Barbara’s insides had nurtured on him. The cock was thicker than his wrists and surely longer than twenty-five inches, and its head was still inside the straining, taut-stretched ring of skin of Barbara’s struggling gate and connected him to his wife. “No. No way! It’s too big —”
“Pret—ty please, Da—vid,” fluted Barbara with her sweetest sing-song voice. He twitched, and moments later, David’s thick pillar obediently filled her again. He took his time, feeling his way inside her like a blind man relying on just his sense of touch in a dark and dangerous place. Barbara sensed no pain, it was just the overwhelmingly building feeling of stretching this time. Her fingers caressed her new labia as they manifested and plumped with every inch that David’s glans burrowed closer to them. Finally they bulged with his head running against them from the inside. Barbara ran her fingertips along the petals, dove them into the meaty crinkled rosette and rubbed her lube all over the thin skin of the hood. She barely managed to squeeze air into her lungs. The spitting image of her vulva was just as ragingly sensitive as its hungry original between her legs. She pulled at the thick pads, spreading them apart, and as they reluctantly yielded and strained open with David’s swollen purple glans squeezing out, Barbara reached a gentle yet massive climax as both her old and her new clit stretched inside her taut flesh.
He’s opened me all the way. He’s deflowered that strange hidden crack, and I’m a twin-mouthed cave now. Twin-mouthed cave into the valley of milk and boobs, bubbled her thoughts as her fingers spread the thick stream of precum from David’s head all over her cleavage. Her smile was beyond manic, and the next orgasm took away the last traces of bewilderment and replaced them with raging whorish delights.
“Faster — now,” she demanded. David accelerated his voluminous strokes up and down her slimy tube. His hands began to tremble on her hips, and he gulped hard under his heavy breathing. His coconut balls dangled about in the cage of Barbara’s and his own thighs, and they climbed slowly as the muscles in the skin of his sack contracted, readying for the second discharge.
“Gods, Barbara, I can’t hold it any longer,” David moaned. “It’s all coming out, truly this time!”
“Yes, pump it into me!” howled Barbara. “Fill my womb, there’s so much room in my wide hips!”
The glans ran against Barbara’s other gate, but this time it didn’t yield. The glistening labia held their own and kept the deep end of the long cave shut. The first long spurt of boiling semen filled what little space there was between the giant cock and the pulsating walls of Barbara’s tube. His balls throbbed and squeezed forth all of their overfed stock of seed. The plentiful squirts rushed out and deposited pint upon pint into Barbara’s receptacle. The sheath plumped into a quivering tube running up Barbara’s front. Its ample filling forced David’s cock out inch by inch, and with every voluminous gush the swollen rod and the bloated balls lost another fraction of an inch in length and girth as they spent their liquid padding they had soaked up so eagerly before.
“Unh David, keep going —,” Barbara moaned even though the highest tide had already gone by. She felt the seedy weight of her long tube and how it rested against the cleft where her breasts touched. The gate of her sheath barely held on to David’s shrunken glans now, milking out the last of his cum. The rippling muscles caressed his burning skin until the final drop had been drawn out. Then the tight seal gently squeezed out the blueish, wrinkled head. The deflated yet still impressive sixteen inches of his spent rod dangled down between David’s thighs.
Droplets of sweat ran down David’s flushed skin. Trembling and hunched over from exhaustion, he clung to Barbara’s body. Only slowly did his panting turn into calmer breathing again.
“The gods,” he managed before he had to swallow hard. “The gods, Barbara!”
Barbara remained silent but for a faint sniffle.
“Barbara! Barbara, gods and heavens, what have I done! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I couldn’t stop myself — I must’ve torn you wide open!”
She squeezed his hand and turned her head over her shoulder. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “You — didn’t hurt me,” she stammered. “I — I can’t stop crying, because it’ll never again be like this! It was — so good, so unbelievably good! David, I — heavens, I, to think I’ll never be ridden this good and hard again, because Menena — stealing you away …” She pinched her overflowing eyes. “David, I don’t want this to end, it’s not fair — stay in me, please, David. Just for this night, keep me stuffed, hold me tight, let us fall asleep like this.” She sniffled again. “You won’t have to worry about Menena’s demand; I’m so full with milk, I can fill her paltry leather bags with just a squeeze and a squirt.”
David leaned in and kissed away the drops welling in the corners of his wife’s eyes. “My love, I — you’re so — so —” His voice faded suddenly. He licked his lips and then he averted his head. Barbara felt the shaking of his body.
“David — are you crying now? Don’t worry, I’m alright. We’ll find a way to make things work, love. If I need to become Menena’s cow for now, then I’ll do it gladly for us.”
“Yes,” he lied as he spooned up to her and rested his head on the flattened pillow of Barbara’s left breast that filled a quarter of the mattress now. “Yes, dear, everything will be fine.”
David stared at the wall, biting his lip until he drew blood. Even Barbara’s tears tasted like milk. The woman he loved dripped milk from her breasts, from her crotch, from her eyes; and he was powerless to stop her slow udder-fication.
Down at the foot of the cliffs, the waves rolled high onto the beach as the full moon slowly rose across the clear sky, rising towards midnight. Right outside the hut, the pale light glittered on the silvery chain of the pendant as it leaned against the wall. Singed pieces of torn cloth lay strewn along the furrow of scorched earth and burned grass that led up to the gleaming disc. Its blue stones pulsed like a beating heart and cast cerulean, thin, dancing rays out to the sea.
To be continued in Part 6: Tumblin’ Down
Is this the end for the loving couple? Are they doomed to a life of slavery? Tune in next time, when you’ll finally find out why this tale is called Siren Song!
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Not-so-abridged version:
Of course I don’t know where you’ve found this story you just finished reading, so bear with me for a few seconds.
I originally uploaded it to a rather obscure fetish website called The Overflowing Bra, and you can leave comments and rate stories there. I’d be delighted to receive your feedback about this tale of mine. Loved it? Hated it? Want more? Want less? Head on over to the listing of my stories and tell me all about it:
http://overflowingbra.com/results.htm?varname=553
That page contains the whole list of stories I uploaded to TOB so far, with the oldest at the top (ugh … you may not want to start there — or end there — or whatev’, but starting from and including “Temple Treat Part 3”, the complaints became significantly less) and the newest at the bottom. Please check that you’re targeting the right one when you send your comments. Yes, I do follow the comments for my older texts, too.
Note that at the Overflowing Bra, “5” means best. “1” means worst. Not the other way around. You also might want to make sure you’re rating/commenting at the right story page, too. Otherwise, things might get confusing. I’m just sayin’, is all. ;-)
If you’d like to ask me something, or if you want to stay on top of new stories I publish (not that often), here’s how: I post and also keep an eye on the TOB forum, and I started an “update/feedback” thread that’ll auto-notify me if you add to it:
http://www.overflowingforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=2195
All right, I guess I’ve bored you enough with my ego for now.