But then the door opened, dashing all these thoughts away. Her man was home.
Henry walked inside, wearing his dark black suit and tie, head fixated on his cell phone.
“Hey babe, how come you haven’t been answering my texts? I’ve sent you like...oh. Hello.”
He let out a low whistle. Lillian had arranged herself on the door frame, one hand trailing up over her body, her long brown hair tossed to one side so it hung down all the way to her waist. One gorgeous, long leg slid in front of the other, her preposterously high heels making the sexy pose that much more over-the-top.
“Hello darling,” she said softly. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
She bit one lip, purring softly, and then strutted toward him. When she got close enough, she trailed her fingers up his suit and grabbed his tie, using its red surface to pull herself closer.
“You look...amazing,” he breathed.
She giggled and kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ve got dinner waiting for you,” she purred. “It’s all ready for my man. All for you.”
“Oh,” he said. “Did you...did you want to change so we can eat, or...”
Little flutters of panic attacked her. “You don’t like what I’m wearing?”
“I love it! I just thought that, you know, since we’d be eating...”
She giggled again, a little forced this time. He just wasn’t getting it. “I was thinking that, since maybe you’ve been working so hard, I’d just entertain you while you ate.”
“Entertain? You mean like dance or like—” her hand had found his crotch. “Oh. Like that. Oh. Okay. It’s just...
She looked down, somewhat dejected. “What? What is it?”
“No, don’t be like that. I just wanted to talk, that’s all. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
“Can’t we talk later? After you fuck my hot little girlfriend mouth?”
She could see his face conflicted. There was, surely, some part of him that wanted that, but he had had trouble in the past having any sexual activity when he had something to say. At the same time, he really wanted to make her happy and do this with her.
“Here,” she said, strutting back over to the table in the adjacent room. “Why don’t I pour you a glass of wine and grab your dinner,” she bent over at the waist to pick up the bottle and a glass, pouring quickly. “And then you can think about what you would like to have happen to your big, delicious cock.”
She handed him the full glass of wine. She remembered, vaguely, Yasmin mentioning something about amounts—permanent versus temporary effects. But it was hard to remember. All she could really think about was Yasmin’s lovely green gaze filling her mind, and more than that, her man’s cock filling up her mouth.
Henry thought a moment before taking the wine, frowning just a bit. But then, seemingly just to appease her, he took a sip.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh wow. That’s good.”
Lillian smiled and nodded. “The first of many good things. Go have a seat, love. I’ll take care of everything tonight.”
He did as instructed—hopefully the last time tonight for that—and she strutted over to the kitchen, picking up the spicy beef casserole she had made for him. On several occasions, he had told her how it was his favorite.
When she had strutted over, he had already drank the full glass of wine. A contented, naughty grin had arrived on his face as he devoured her lingerie-decorated form. Smiling happily, she set down the casserole and refilled his glass.
Half the bottle was gone now. It must have been very good wine indeed.
When she bent over to serve him, he slapped her in the ass. Squealing, she hopped up a bit.
“Henry!”
“What?” he said. “Your ass looks good. Don’t parade it around in front of me if you don’t want it to get slapped.”
Lillian cheered inside. Yes! This was exactly how she wanted to be treated. She turned around and nodded solemnly.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll remember that, Sir.”
He slapped her ass again, and again she squealed delightedly. The wine was working! She turned back to the serving dish, taking out a big portion for him to eat. She wanted his meal to last such a long time as she sucked him off.
But when she turned back around, his portions finally totally ready, she saw the bottle of wine in his hands—totally empty. Little purple stains ran down his shirt. His head was back, lolling, his eyes closed.
“H-Henry?” she asked.
He wasn’t moving, wasn’t responding.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Why wasn’t he moving? Oh god.
She had to call the ambulance! The police! Somebody!
She could not find his phone—it wasn’t in his pants or in his jacket.
The only thing to do was rush downstairs to get hers. Thinking quickly, she rushed back to the entryway, put on her long brown raincoat near the door and opened the door.
Then she heard a terrible groaning sound from the dining room. Looking back, she saw Henry standing up, an almost-enraged look on his face. Beneath his clothes, there was nothing but movement—his muscles bulging and flexing and growing rapidly.
With one enormous throb of his shoulders, his shirt ripped, and then when he turned to look at the damage, the shirt ripped away all around his torso. He slid the cloth tatters off, his body now enormous, Herculean in scope. He was easily seven foot tall, his legs shredding through their pants. Hard, chiseled muscles continued to sprout all over, dense bricks of flesh on top of other bricks, and soon, nothing of his clothes remained, not even over his crotch.
Lillian would have had to struggle to imagine about what kind of clothes would even work to cover such a mammoth instrument as the cock between his legs had become. His meat was enormous, half-hard, hanging down between his monstrous thighs.
He was still obviously human—but also obviously something more. His thick scent rushed over Lillian, and her naturally submissive nature redoubled. She wanted to coo and adore every single part of him. Each and every tiny motion, each little sound he made in his confusion at his new body was worthy of thousands of years of worship.
She wanted to be his. She needed it.
She fell to her knees in front of the door, breathing hard. Her coat slipped off her shoulders. Some part of her knew she should be worried—that Henry had changed so much—but a much larger part of her wanted only to be turned on by what she was watching. There was nothing she could do except feel her hot pussy get even hotter, to feel the wetness pooling around her thighs and calves grow and grow as her cunt juices dripped.
“Oh my god,” she moaned loudly. “Henry! My Henry! You’re...you’re...you’re a hunk!”
Big, dark eyes that only slightly resembled the kind eyes that Henry once boasted turned over toward her. She heard a deep rumble practically shaking the furniture around—and shuddered with lust when she realized it was a growl emanating from his lungs. He strode toward her, easily closing the distance with his long legs.
“Come to me, Henry. Make me yours. Make me—”
“Shut your mouth.”
He slapped Lillian’s face with his big cock, and pinned her back against the front door with one enormous hand on her shoulder.
Stunned, Lillian did not know quite how to respond. Certainly, when she imagined him dominant, it was in a fun way. They would still have a dialogue about who wanted what, and how. She didn’t expect to be simply abused.
“What...what in the hell do you think—”
He slapped her face again with the heavy, cum-thick surface of his meaty cock.
“Shut up. You’re talking too much.” His voice was so deep. It was like hearing the universe sounding out. “You don’t need to say anything. Good little cockbitches don’t say nothing except please and thank you.”
Again, he slapped the massive surface of his cock across her cheek.
None of these slaps hurt, really, just as the hand pinning her against the door didn’t hurt. It pinched a li
ttle, and stung maybe more than she would have liked, but there would be no lasting damage. It was all just hopelessly degrading.
“You’re going to take my cock, now.”
With a little fear, she looked at the massive length he had hanging from his body. It was enormous.
“My m-mouth,” she stuttered, almost regretful that she had to explain, “I d-don’t think it’ll fit...”
Another cock slap.
“Please and thank you, remember.”
“T-thank you, Sir. For the reminder.”
She found herself meaning every word. How had that happened? Fuck, he was so fucking chiseled and enormous and godly and oh god she would do whatever he wanted if she could just taste him. His cock was dripping precum and oh fuck her tongue was wagging out, so very close...
She should...she should obey him. Yes. She needed that so bad. Fuck, his musk was so manly and overwhelming.
The precum on her face didn’t feel like it was drying—rather, it felt like she was absorbing it. And getting even hornier.
As if seeing this absorption, Henry tilted his head. His cock became hard immediately—total control of his member, just like that!—and then he spurted a bit of cum into his hand. Lillian was in awe. The cum looked like just a small amount in Henry’s massive hand, but in reality it was more than Henry ever produced before by a factor of ten. He took the cum and ran it into two fingers and shoved them into Lillian’s mouth.
Each finger was bigger than Henry’s cock had ever been. She struggled to work her mouth around them.
She protested, just a little, at first. Then she tasted it. His cum was magnificent. It was like sucking down the sun, full of energy and power and warmth.
Inside her body, millions of changes manifested to make her Henry’s perfect mate. Gifted with his first spurt of cum in his new form, she would be perfectly matched to fuck him just as she truly believed he deserved. Her musculature tightened and restructured to give her endurance for fuck sessions that lasted for weeks.
Her gorgeous pussy became able to host thousands of orgasms, one right after another, for months on end. Her tits ballooned out, becoming even larger and rounder, but completely firm and buoyant. Her dark hair grew and grew, puddling around her on the ground.
This all happened within seconds, just from one tiny spurt of cum from her new God.
“Now,” he said, hovering his enormous cock in front of her face. “What do you say?”
“Please, Sir! Please fuck my mouth with your godrod!”
He smiled and shoved his enormous meat into her newly-improved mouth, now designed ideally to take in the gargantuan meat of his cock.
Entering her roughly, his meat pushed past her mouth and into her throat easily. She could feel her entire body reforming now—completely made ready to take such enormous size perfectly. Her throat was like a hot, velvet fuckglove, and he could fuck it like a cunt.
He did exactly that. Again and again, he rammed the full length of his meat into her body, his big balls resting on her enormous tits, his crotch shoving against her face. His forest of pubic hair was musky and manly, like motor oil and campfires.
She would surely have received several concussions, her head being banged so rapidly and so hard by the force of his shoves, if her enormous mass of hair was not acting as the perfect padding for her skull. As it was, she only felt manhandled and completely controlled—clearly under his force, but without the slightest bit of pain. Somehow, she knew that he knew that, that he wanted that.
Lillian knew, without any hesitation or dispute, that she was being fucked by her God. She stared up at him with grateful, worshiping eyes, silently promising to serve him until the end of time.
He came inside of her then, unleashing his gigantic load—enormous enough to be proportional with the size of his gigantic fuckmeat. It seemed to be endless, load after load spasming into her mouth, and Lillian could only swallow and pray for more on top of cumming herself. Her pussy had no choice but to orgasm again, again, again as more cum layered into her body.
None of her had any choice in the matter whatsoever. She was his perfect fuckslut now and forever, and she would cum on command.
When she finally had to disengage, the cum building up too much, he sprayed her down with his cum, spilling it on her thick. Her body absorbed more and more, becoming ever more perfect for him. Her tits and hair expanding, her body becoming taller and tighter and sexier.
He was her Master. Lillian was his slave. This was how life was supposed to be.
* * * * *
Waiting in the elevator, Lillian had to struggle not to finger her cunt needfully. Other guests might walk in, and she needed to convince someone to come back to the apartment with her.
Find more cunts for me to fuck, or I will tear down every wall to find one.
This was the order that Henry had left her with after she awoke from her cumbath. Spilling his seed unto her as he had had sated him only for a small while, and now her Master needed more.
Lillian was thoroughly happy to comply. She looked gorgeous, barely fitting inside of the once-far-too-enormous raincoat. It fit her now more like a tiny dress, her beautiful long legs reaching out with ease. With her enormous high heels on, she was easily over six foot five, looking like some disastrously gorgeous Amazon waiting to destroy any man who looked at her wrong.
And she was ready to do that—she belonged only to her Master Henry. All others were not worth her time.
In front of Master, even with her new growth, she barely came up to his massive, amazing shoulders.
Fuck, she loved him so much. His bulk, his size, his endless endurance.
It was almost unbelievable that only an hour ago, he had been regular old skinny Henry, and that she had been eight inches shorter with tits that actually fit inside some of the bras she had. Hell—it was hard to believe that she had wanted or needed a bra at all.
The elevator dinged open. In the lobby, she saw a lovely, tiny blond girl, fresh out of college, trying to open her mailbox near the front door. Over the last several months, she and Lillian had shared conversations doing laundry in the basement. Katie, that was her name. Short, busty, beautiful, wearing a delightful blue cleavage-baring dress with a big funky white belt. Katie with the gorgeous cheekbones and cute blond bob framing her lovely face and plump lips.
Master would love her.
Without a single thought besides that, Lillian rapidly approached Katie, wrapping her hands around hers.
“Wh-Lillian?” Katie was caught off-guard. “You look—Lillian?”
“Yes! It’s me. I need you to come with me.”
“You look...how did you get so tall? And you smell like...and you feel...”
Her voice became very thick, like Lillian’s very touch was some kind of arousing soporific.
“...feel really...good.”
Katie bit a lip, staring at Katie’s tits, so openly exposed in her little jacket. Lillian, sensing the opening, pushed her tits forward onto Katie’s arm, holding there firmly.
“Just...just come back to my apartment with me, okay? Please?”
Katie did not look as though she could decide whether to concentrate on Lillian’s words or her new enormous tits. “W-Why?”
“Mast...er...Henry. He needs us. For something. For...” Lillian tried to improvise. “...for heavy lifting. Right away. Please.”
As if she was drunk, Katie followed, stumbling every third step. Lillian made sure to continue to press her big, heavy tits against Katie’s frame for the entire walk, and when they made it into the elevator. Even so, by that time, it seemed that Katie had been able to clear her thoughts just a little.
“Lillian, you look...sort of scared.”
Katie was looking the gorgeous, Amazonian brunette up and down, licking her lips.
“I am,” said Lillian. “I can’t disappoint him. We can’t. I’m so terrified of that, Katie.”
Lillian was perfectly serious. She hugged the pretty blonde then, ho
lding her tight, stroking her short hair and staring soulfully into her eyes.
Katie’s mouth worked silently for a moment, just enjoying the feel of Lillian.
“It’s just...um, you know, if he’s...if he’s doing abuse...I mean, there are shelters...”
Lillian held back a laugh. As if there was any shelter that could hold back her Master from what he wanted. As if she even wanted such a thing. Before either of them could say a word, the elevator doors opened and they rushed down the hall, Lillian practically kicking down the door. Her Master’s pleasure was so close now!
But as they walked back inside, there were sounds of hard, furious, ecstasy-filled fucking filling up the whole room already.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god you’re so fucking good! You’re so much better than my boyfriend! Oh my god!”
The two beauties moved through the apartment and saw that on top of the dining room table, Lillian’s Master Henry was fucking a gorgeous Asian girl, her face contorted with bliss. Her long dark hair was spilled out all over the dining room table. Her legs were bunched up underneath his enormous abs, her face already slathered with his shiny white cum.
On the other side of the dining room, there was an enormous hole in the wall. An enormous, Master-sized hole. He had actually torn the walls down. Lillian supposed he could smell the Asian’s hot cunt, needing to be filled up with his godly cum.
That was so fucking cool.
Lillian, eager, licking her lips, stepped forward with Katie into the dining room proper to get a closer look at what her Master was doing.
Was he...was that Jennifer from next door who he was fucking? Of course it was. She was barely eighteen! Lillian had a conversation with her yesterday about how she was due to get married in a couple of weeks!
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