You hesitated for a second, then snapped a shaky photo of the obscene mess you’d just made—thick, pearly ropes coating your abs, chest, and still-twitching cock, a few stray spurts even reaching your chin. The volume was ridiculous. You sent it.
“Jesus fucking Christ 😂 That’s actually insane. Good boy. Come over tomorrow night. We need to talk about what’s happening to you.”
The next evening you showed up at her place already edged and leaking. You’d jerked off twice in the car just to take the edge off, but the second you saw her the pressure came roaring back.
She looked… different again. Even thicker. The new photo she’d sent earlier that day made it impossible to deny: side-by-side mirror pics. On the left, the girl you used to fuck for hours. On the right, the same girl now spilling out of a tight black crop top, heavy tits straining the fabric so hard the neckline was stretched into a deep U, deep cleavage glistening. Her hips and ass had rounded out even more, the kind of exaggerated hourglass that made your brain short-circuit.
When you walked in she was wearing the right-side outfit—tiny black top and soft pink shorts that disappeared between her massive cheeks. She smirked the second she saw the obvious wet spot already forming at the front of your sweatpants.
You sat on the couch, voice shaky, and finally confessed.
“Mia… I’m freaking out. My balls feel huge all the time, like they’re swelling bigger every week. I’m horny 24/7. I can’t stop leaking. And I… I cum way too fast now. Like, embarrassingly fast. I’m worried something’s wrong with me.”
She tilted her head, biting her lip like she was trying not to laugh. Then she slid onto the couch next to you, pressing one soft, heavy tit against your arm.
“Aww, poor baby. That does sound rough,” she cooed, voice dripping fake sympathy. “Tell you what… let your best friend help. You don’t have to deal with this alone.”
She didn’t fuck you anymore—no more riding you, no more letting you stretch her out for long sessions. But she “helped.” She’d push you back, peel your pants down, and wrap her soft lips around your now noticeably thicker, longer cock. She’d suck slow and sloppy, swirling her tongue, moaning like your taste was the best thing she’d ever had. Then she’d pull off right at the edge, stroke you with both hands, and tease.
“Look at these fat balls… they’re so heavy now. Bet they’re churning nonstop for me, huh?”
You’d last maybe thirty seconds before exploding. She’d aim your cock at her open mouth, tits, or sometimes just let you hose her down while she laughed and called you a “good little prejac.” The loads were monstrous—long, continuous spurts that painted her chest and face white. She swallowed every drop she could reach, eyes fluttering like it was addictive.
Every time she drank you down, her body responded. Her tits were noticeably bigger than even last week. The black top she wore tonight looked ready to surrender. Her ass had grown so thick the shorts were constantly riding up, and when she walked the cheeks jiggled hypnotically.
You told yourself it was just hormones leveling out. That once things balanced you’d last longer again and everything would go back to normal.
Tonight she decided to test you.
She put on music, turned around, and started twerking right in front of you—slow, heavy claps that made her massive ass ripple and bounce. The pink shorts disappeared completely between her cheeks with every drop. Her tits swayed heavily under the crop top.
You tried to stay calm. You really did.
*Fuck… those cheeks… so fat and jiggly… imagine clapping them, burying my cock between—*
The fantasy hit you like a truck. Your swollen balls tightened instantly. You felt the familiar uncontrollable rush.
*No. No no no— I just jerked off three times before I got here! Calm down!*
But your cock was already throbbing hard, leaking steadily into your shorts. The mental image of pounding her from behind wouldn’t stop. Phantom sensations flooded your brain—warm, soft, bouncing flesh, the wet sound of skin slapping, her moaning your name.
You gripped the couch cushions, teeth clenched.
*I can’t hold it… I gotta get to the bathroom—*
The orgasm crashed over you without a single touch.
*SPUUUUUUUUUURT—SPUUUUUUUUUURT—SPUUUUUUUUUURT*
Thick, powerful jets erupted straight through your sweatpants. The fabric darkened instantly as rope after heavy rope soaked through, running down your thigh in warm streams and puddling on the floor between your feet. The moan that tore out of you was loud, pathetic, and completely involuntary.
Mia spun around mid-twerk, eyes wide, then burst out laughing.
“Holy shit—HAHAHAHA! Did you just cum!? Did you seriously just blow your load from sitting there staring at my ass?!”
She stepped closer, staring at the massive wet stain and the cum still dripping through the material onto the hardwood.
“Oh my god, look at that mess… you’re still hard and it’s still coming out. There’s so much! And fuck… your cock looks even bigger now. So thick. What a waste of a huge dick and a jacked body. You used to fuck me so good… now you’re just a pathetic, leaking prejac who cums from a little twerking.”
She shook her head, still giggling, but her nipples were visibly hard against the black top and her thighs pressed together like she was getting off on the humiliation.
“Whatever. I’m not stopping. Keep watching, loser.”
She turned back around and kept twerking, slower and filthier now, making sure you saw every jiggle and ripple. You sat there panting, cock still twitching and leaking, balls aching for more even after that monstrous hands-free orgasm.
Mia glanced back over her shoulder with a wicked little smile.
She already had another dose of CumMax measured out for your protein shake tomorrow.
And she couldn’t wait to watch you get even worse.
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