It was supposed to be a dumb birthday joke, a pinch to grow an inch. But because birthdays are days of power, she grew an inch for every birthday she had.
The first week of Stella's thirties were a blur. She could hardly tell where one day ended and the next one began. If she had really focused, she might have been able to tell the difference between warm daylight and the cool streetlamps peeking in around her blackout curtains, but her focus was entirely elsewhere. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air of her bedroom. Under her desk, a wastebasket sat overflowing, lost in a mountain of spent tissues caked in cum that was at varying stages of drying and hardening. Thick ropes of it were splattered across the walls and over her bed. More so than ever, her room had become a den of hedonistic pleasure. The lewd moaning and the sounds of sex blasted out of Stella's headphones, almost completely covering the rhythmic plap! plap! plap! of her colossal tits slapping against her thighs, her cleavage lubed up by the precum that gushed from the tip of her pillar of a cock.
This time last week, Stella had been completely different. For starters, she was monstrously drunk. Who could blame her? It was her thirtieth birthday, one that represented the threshold into the life she truly wanted to live. The first half of her twenties had been spent figuring out who she was and the second half had been spent becoming who she was always meant to be. Her thirties would be the time to finally just be that person! If you had asked her sober, she would have said she was happy with the body the hormones had given her. Drunk, however, there was one shortcoming that she was desperate to fix. She staggered around the bar, going up to each one of her friends, thrusting her chest forward and begging them to pinch her tits. "Come on, please? A pinch for an inch? All I need is a couple of inches and I'll be good! I promish!" Stella giggled at the stunned flustered expressions on her friends' faces. Her giddiness only grew as she finally did get a pair of pinches, two on each breasts. But, it came at a (playful) cost, one of her friends pinching her bulge, suggesting that the extra inch down there was a birthday present from her. Stella tried her best to hang on to her faux indignity for as long as she could before erupting in yet more giggles, collapsing into her friends. She was just so happy.
Stella grunted. Her hips tensed, pushing the nearly three-foot-long column of cock upward through her own cleavage. Her arms did their best to wrap around a pair of tits that had made two laps around the alphabet and were making their way towards a third. Between her thighs, her swollen balls (each nearly as big as her head) tensed and yet another in a countless line of loads sprayed from the tip of her cock. Most of it rained back down on her own tits, adding to the slick mess between them, while some of it landed on the floor and a little landed in her own hair.
With a sigh, Stella laid back in her chair. Her eyes were heavy. Sweat and cum matted her bangs to her forehead. A shaky hand reached up and pulled the headphones off of her ears, greeting her with calming silence. Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Stella started to come out of her daze. She licked her dry lips. It had been a day or so since her last water bottle had been emptied (and then quickly filled with her warm, pearly white cum). She needed to get some water and, fuck, take a shower. As she tucked her feet under her to push out from the chair, she thought about how she might look in the shower, her massive body taking up most of it. She thought about her soapy hands gliding over every sensitive inch of her tits, having to clean the length of her cock by sliding them up and down the shaft, up and down, up and down. Stella groaned. The muscles in her core ache but, despite herself, her cock began to twitch and pulse and stiffen once more. A shudder wracked her body as, once again, she slid her cock into her own cleavage. Her headphones slipped back into place. One more. One more, and then shower for sure.
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