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It was aching when I woke up. Painfully.
The sun woke me, blaring light from the window as the morning came. I grumbled, crawling to sit with my back up against the bed, dragging a mangey head of black hair out of my eyes, back length and currently completely frazzled.
I’d fallen asleep in my clothes, it seemed. A pair of loose, baggy sweatpants and a tank top i’d had since high school that was too small for me. A top I didn’t really want to let go of, but it was starting to disagree with the growing size of my chest. I was very much a late bloomer, I think i grew a few times in my senior year alone… And that was without mentioning everything else.
The only light in the room was from the early morning sun. The window was open, letting in a cool summer morning breeze. There was also a tent pitched in my bed sheets. God it hurt. The sheets were being dragged up toward it, and was why my feet were having to face the morning air on their lonesome, and for that matter most of my leg. I threw the sheets forward to cover my legs again, and revealed the rigid pillar of flesh that was now staring me down. It was drooling. Rivers of pre were already rushing from the tip. I could smell it.
The box of condoms remained on my bedside, with a handful of torn plastic beside it. I took one. I didn’t know if it’d be the last. Rolling it on was always an annoying process, it was hard to find good condoms that fit, and these were the biggest they had nearby, and I’d yet to order more for my size.
Sixteen inches. I’d measured it. A lot. I was an incredible rarity. Like, a rarity among rarities. People typically think hermaphrodites are always ‘bigger’ than everyone else, but no. It’s just weird genetic makeup that sometimes, and thus more frequently in hermaphrodites, results in extremes. I mean usually it was normal, but it was more likely that you’d get hit on the furthest side of the spectrums from hermaphrodites. I was one of those hermaphrodites on the extreme sides. Pretty obvious which side of that extreme I was, I guess.
The condom was tight, and rolling it down was a trial in itself; It only covered just under half of the beast, and it was straining. Long as it was, it was still thick as a coke can as well. I watched it throb. My hand absently played with my balls as I did, fingers gliding over the hairless orbs, the size of baseballs, and gently touching the clitoris beneath. Already slick. Already eager. I couldn't help myself. My left dove over my clit, rubbing it gently as my right stroked the shaft ever so gently. Pre immediately started flooding the condom, the rubber inflating slightly with the severe excess that was being produced. "F-Fuck…" I dove three fingers into my pussy as I picked up the pace, rubbing the shaft faster, harder. I moaned, head rearing back as my leg twitched and body shuddered with pleasure. I wasn't pacing myself. I could feel my balls churning, could practically hear it. I pulled my hand slick with juices free from my pussy and grasped the pillar of flesh before me, pumping the shaft in both hands as fast as possible. Pre continued to flow like water from a tap, a steady stream of faintly white liquid, slowly inflating the condom further and further "F-Fuck! I-... Ah!" The pressure was immense. It exploded, suddenly, a shot of white during from my cock, the long rope almost touching the ceiling, only to be followed by five more in fast succession. The condom was straining. Barely keeping in the immense load of thick seed within, expanding and growing with each new shot of thick, pearly white cum.
The realisation hit me quickly. As the condom ballooned in size incredibly quickly, I knew the rubber wouldn't last. Not wanting to splatter cum all across my bed from a broken rubber, I swiped the condom of my cock. I covered my tip with my mouth and had rope after rope blasted down my own throat. Swallowing it down wasn't an easy feat with the sheer thickness of it. Like swallowing peanut butter. But I was practiced. I'd done it plenty of times. Helped that half of what I drank these days was pineapple juice, expressly for this reason. I gulped it down until there was none left, thankfully only catching the final fifth of my orgasm down in my stomach.
I pulled my cock out my mouth once it stopped, finally taking a deep breath. "Fucking Christ," I murmured. "...At least breakfast is sorted."
I lifted the condom in front of me. It was a miracle it had managed to stay together, it was a water balloon of pure white, similar in size to a soccer ball. It was difficult to even tie because of how little rubber was left. I let out a long sigh. It was far from enough to satisfy my morning. But it was enough, for now, to at least convince my cock to go down.
I felt vile. Needed a shower. I had classes today, and the train wouldn't wait for me. I dragged myself into the shower, only for the beast to wake once again.
*
I had to wear skirts whenever I was out. A cock that's about eight inches soft isnt something you can just smuggle away into sweatpants, so I instead I smuggled it into a pair of spats beneath a long skirt, and it was at least easier to hide. Helped when it grew stiffer, too. I got to Uni after a half hour train ride, and got to class pretty soon after. The lecture hall was packed, one of those classes that combined maybe five or six courses together because they all needed the subject for one reason or another. I was taking a programming course, and it required a bit of math on the side. So I ended up here.
I tried to blend in as best I could. Big glasses, long black hair to hide the face, and a sweatshirt that hid my top. It was a little too big for me, a men's size, and the sleeves were long enough that only my fingers poked out.
I took my seat in the back of the theater. Kept me out of sight of anything wrong happening. I didn't know anyone in any of my classes, really. I knew of them, worked with some for group projects, but I didn't hang out with anyone. I was pretty secluded, all things considered. As soon as uni was over, I was out of the building. Gone home, probably to break in a new onahole.
Wait, fuck, I have raid tonight…
It meant when I took a seat, I was left pretty alone. Nobody approached, and instead went off into their own little cliques while I got my laptop out and started to get ready for class. That was how it usually went, at least.
Midway through loading up all of my notes on my laptop, does someone practically throw themselves down on the seat beside me, enough to catch me of guard, making me jump.
A blonde girl looked back, with a cheeky grin on her face. "Hey."
I blinked. "Uh- um. H-hey?"
"Hope you don't mind if I sit here."
"Oh- uh" I do. "It's fine." Go away. "I don't mind."
"Cool."
She was… I mean she was pretty stereotypical. And I mean, my eyes were wandering all over. I tried not looking at her, but my eyes just immediately went down to her tank top, and oh, those where big, and then I realised where I was looking, so I look down, and then I'm staring at her jeans, at her very thick thighs, and at her skin- is that a fake tan? No that looks too real- she's hot, I should fuck her, I should-
I looked back at my laptop. Took in a slow, deep breath through my nose.
"What's your name?"
It took a moment for me to look at her again. In the eyes, this time. They were emerald, and her hair was all curled with highlights, her eyes were shadowed, her lips were bright red…
"M-My name? Oh um. It's Darcy. Im- I'm Darcy."
Her eyebrow seemed to raise. A small smirk rose on her lips. "Oh yeah, I think I've heard of you before."
I blinked. "Um. Y-You have?"
"Something about a bathroom stall?"
I blushed, looking immediately away. "N-No idea what you mean."
She giggled. "Of course."
The girl leaned in closer to me, her arms squeezing her cleavage tight together. "I'm Stephanie. You want to get some coffee after class?"
I caught myself staring. Had to shake myself out of it. "Um. Sure."
*
I wouldn't say she forced herself on me. Maybe at first she was, but we hit a point where my lust overwhelmed hers and I took over. We pushed our way into the nearest bathroom stall, desperately making out, grasping each and every part of one another. Her hands explored mine, touching skin, caressing my hair, pinching my nipples, stroking my cock beneath my pants. My tongue danced with hers, fighting against it as my hand delved into her jeans as the other pushed her onto the toilet. She almost immediately started slipping her jeans off.
We parted our mouths for a moment. "I want to break you," I whispered.
"Take it out already," she said. "I want to see it. Show me."
"Beg me."
Her eyes widened just a hint. "Please. I need it."
I grinned. "Good girl."
Slowly I slipped the skirt off, and the bulge beneath my spats became more obvious. The long length that traveled down to my knee, the throbbing head poking out of the end. She set her hands on my spats and slowly pulled them down, letting it spring out of their confines and smack her in the cheek with an almost thunderous clap.
She stared. "H-Holy fuck… How do you… how do you not pass out?"
"Shut the fuck up," I spat, before taking her mouth in mine again. I lifted her top as she did mine, dancing our tongues together. I removed myself from her lips only to kiss her cheek, her neck, moving slowly down to her breath and leaving a trail of black lipstick on the way down, until I reached her tits. I sucked on her right nip. Nibbled it lightly, listened to her moan and curse with each new sensation. Her hand was on my cock, stroking it with an almost reverent fear. Pre drooled from the head, and swiftly lubricated the shaft, combining with her swift strokes to make loud sloshing jerks.
I found found her pussy as I crawled my hand into her pants. Thumb dancing on her clit, I delved two fingers within her folds slowly, feeling around and finding where she was weak.
"Oh fuck. You- you know what your doing." I took my mouth off her tits for just a second.
"You're not the first slut I've fucked in this stall, and you won't be the last."
"Wh-what happened to you?"
I looked her in the eye, fingers still playing with her pussy. "What? Something wrong?"
"You-... you were so shy and - Oh!"
I grinned to myself. There it is…
"You have a boyfriend, Stephanie?" I asked.
She was staring at my cock. She slowly nodded.
My cock throbbed a little harder. "How big?"
"N…Nothing like that…"
"Five inches? Six?"
"Three."
I throbbed a little harder.
I adjusted myself, slipping my hands swiftly out of her slit and slapping my cock onto her stomach. It reached her chest easily. I could titfuck her like this if I wanted. But I couldn't wait. I moved to her ear, speaking in a whisper. "I'll make sure you'll never be able to feel him again."
I pulled my cock back, and pressed the head against her soaking wet pussy. She cursed and moaned as I pushed the head against her slit, rejecting the sheer girth of the slab of meat trying to invade her. But it wasn't enough. It gave way, and in one thrust, a quarter of the cock slipped inside. She screamed. I thrust toward her g-spot, and the cries grew less coherent, staggered and breathless. Her hands could barely keep her steady, she gripped onto my back, wrapped her arms around me to keep her steady It made it easier for me to slip more of my cock in. Slow, consistent thrusts, and I was halfway, now.
"It's split- you're- you're splitting me. Sp- splitting me."
"I'm going to mould your pussy into the shape of my cock," I whispered. "And it will be mine. Only mine."
"Please. Please, yes, fuck yes."
I thrust faster. Only half of my cock, but I could feel so much of her tight, warm inside. Every little movement from my cock made her constrict and wrap around me more, every glide across her most sensitive spots made her fidget and writhe beneath me. I felt her cum. It didn't take long. She came again almost immediately after, barely a breath in between the two.
I fucked her faster, after feeling it. Rammed my cock in deeper, getting just an extra inch in, maybe two, until I felt a blockage.
Her pussy was deep. Most girls could barely take a quarter, let alone half. My cock bulged her stomach with each thrust. I loved watching it. Loved thinking of the ways my cock was rearranging her insides. How deeply it stretched their pussy until it was nothing more than a mold for my cock. Nothing more than a a toy for me to stretch and abuse until I was satisfied.
"So big. So- so fucking big. So big." She was delirious. They were always like this, after a few minutes.
Suddenly I pulled my cock right out of her pussy, taking a step back to watch the gaping hole wink at me. She desperately moaned as a tide of precum and her own juices flowed like a river out of her pussy, letting out harsh breaths as she looked at me. "Put- put it back."
I absently stroked my cock. "Turn around."
She obliged immediately, resting with her ass up high for me, hands on the toilet seat. Grinning, I dove right back in. Faster. Harder. Pushing more and more of my cock in. Every time I pressed against her cervix, she'd scream a little more. I think she was one of the girls that liked it.
I gripped her hips. She was so curvy, perfectly made handlebars with a massive fleshy ass to grab, my fingers sunk into the tanned flesh like a fluffed pillow. More importantly, it made slamming into her pussy all the easier. "Fuck me. You ever cum like this before? Your boyfriend ever give you this?" I felt her tighten around me. I grinned. "He'll never be able to satisfy you like this. Especially not now, not when I've ruined you for anyone else. Your pussy is shaped just for me. Only for me."
She nodded. "Only for- only yours."
"Who's pussy is this?"
"Fuck! It's yours! It's only yours!"
I spanked her ass, felt her tighten even more. With that, I thrust into her sodden snatch, balls slapping against her clit constantly. Her moans lost any coherency. My balls were churning. I could feel them needing release.
"I'm close baby. I'm going inside."
She didn't respond. Incoherent, mumbled moans were the best she could offer. I grabbed her ass in both my hands and hastened myself. I felt her cum a dozen times on my cock, as I hammered her snatch, filling the room with an orchestra of moans and wet slaps.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!"
I pushed as much as possible into her snatch as I could, my balls pressed hard against her, ramming past her cervix, and came.
The first shot practically filled her. The second, her stomach was bulging, her pussy overloading. By the third, she looked several months pregnant. I could feel her twitching, feel her cumming over and over as each splatter of seed struck her center, my cock throbbing with each blissful rope of baby batter to touch her now ruined pussy. Her moans were brief. Cut short and quiet, gurgled beneath wheezed breaths and silent curses of pleasure. I watched her face, saw the very moment her mind shattered, filled only with bliss and arousal.
I pulled out, started stroking and sprayed her with my cum, covering her with stream after stream of white batter, until there looked to be more cum than person. She barely reacted as I marked her over and over, staining her body with my scent and claiming her as mine.
She was drowned in it. Devastated, with a pussy gaped and pouring pearly white, escaping to the toilet floor in a tidal drool that puddled into a river. I couldn't see past the endless tide that drooled down her snatch.
I stood straight. A brief moment of clarity hit, the pillar of flesh softening for a moment. However, the display of her flooding snatch almost tempted me again, watching as my cum flowed onto the ground.
"Hey, uh… are you alright?"
The response wasn't much more than a mumbled groan.
"Let me… let me just-"
I grabbed the toilet paper and cleaned her up as best I could, then picked her up and sat her down on the toilet. "M-Marry me," she murmured.
My face flushed. "H-Haha… maybe later. Are you okay? I wasn't too rough was I?"
She shook her head. She looked blissful. Well-fucked. "Do you think you could make it home? Do I need to walk you?"
"...You should visit. Every night."
I rubbed the back of my head. "Look, it's real funny and all, but the floor is covered in cum and I don't want to get expelled. I almost got in trouble for clogging the toilet last time." I sighed. "And I have raid tonight. I can't ditch them. Come on." I glanced down at her still gaping pussy. The cum didn't stop flowing. Reaching into my pack and I produced a plug, which I slowly slid inside her pussy. A big plug. Maybe as thick as my cock, if not a little more so.
She flinched, moaning.
"That'll uh… keep it from dripping, I guess."
She moaned. "It's so warm… I'm gonna get pregnant…" My cock twitched. Maybe we'd get triplets again this time.
I shook my head quickly. "We need to leave. Let's both go, now. I'll take you home."
I took her hand and pulled her up. With her utterly soaked in cum and sweat, I cleaned her up as best I could, offered her my sweatshirt to cover her.
I quickly realised, though, that I had no idea how to get her home. I took her to mine instead.
Didn't sleep much that night.