BIGGERING

Carmen was slumped against the couch, breathing heavily with a slick face and a few stray pubes.

“Aw, someone get full?” Mike asked, leaning on the doorframe.

Carmen gave him a grin and flipped him off, which earned a laugh.

“C’mon muff diver, it’s your turn,” he said, beckoning her over. She began to crawl on all fours, new booty jiggling in the open air, “Lilly, why don’t you take over.”

“Wh-what? I-I’ve never- I don’t w-want to be bad!”

“Do you wanna learn? Cuz I’d imagine Afi’s just gotten enough experience being on the receiving end to teach you.”

“More than enough Papi,” Carmen said, running a hand across his flaccid cock as she crawled past.

“W-well, I, she… She is very p-pretty, I-I’d like to try?”

“Knock yourself out,” Mike said, “put her through her paces Afi.”

“As you wish master,” Afi said, raising her legs up once more to reveal her drool soaked bush.

Mike smiled to himself as he shut the door. Carmen was flopped on the floor, still panting and heaving into her workout top. He raised an eyebrow.

“You gonna cooperate?”

“What happens if I don’t?”

“I make you all elastic and literally stick a foot up your ass,” Mike replied, folding his arms.

Mia had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. Carmen held a hand over her forehead like she was coming down with the vapours.

“Oh woe be, such a cruel and uncompromising master,” Carmen said, pitching her voice up, “we are but the newest nubiles, cast before his evil gaze.”

“The only evil gays I have is you,” Mike said, reaching his hand down. Carmen took it and he pulled her onto her feet.

She let the movement carry her into his chest, planting a wet, sloppy, pussy-juice filled kiss on his lips. She then spun on a heel, wiggling her way into the shower. Mike offered a squeeze of her ass as she went in, which got him a nice little moan. She shucked her top in one go, got in with Mia, and raised her arms above her head.

“Oil me up cutie!”

“With pleasure,” Mia replied, pulling the lever on the shower and dousing them both in water.

Far from Lilly’s bound event, this shower was a constant blur of movement. Thighs and breasts and hair and asses swirled in steam. The sounds of squishing was only amplified by the soap that seemed to appear in bubbling streaks over their bodies. The sounds from their mouths were just muffled enough by the water to be inaudible to Mike.

“I know you’re losing in there Mia, but don’t let her get too distracted.”

“I’m- Ah- Doing my best sir,” she said, surfacing as Carmen’s lips latched onto her neck. She counterattacked, landing two shampooed hands into Carmen’s curls, rubbing in time with the slide of their thighs against each other’s pussies.

“C’mon Papi, why aren’t you joining in?”

“Because I have something I wish to learn while you’re having fun. You’re going to tell me what you find hot in a man, then I’m going to become it.”

“Mmmm, oooook. Don’t touch the pie before it’s outta the oven,” she replied, taking Mia’s nipples in either hand and running against them with her soapy fingers, “I don’t get a taste of the batter though?”

“You got quite a good taste as I recall.”

“Ooooooh yeah, I did didn’t I,” she sighed, giving Mia just enough time to start soaping up her ass, “well, stupid big dick’s a good start.”

“But I imagine it’s only a start.”

“That depends Papi, you wanna go bigger?”

Mike felt his cock twitch against the entire toilet bowl. He pressed a hand onto it, feeling a vein throb between his fingers.

“Maybe we’ll stick with this for now.”

“Mmmm, you’re the boss, but I think a twelve footer would suit you Papi.”

“Uh… what’s that in meters?” Mia asked, squatting down to soap Carmen’s feet.

“Fuck, uh, a little over three and a half meters?” Mike said, “maybe we keep that for special occasions.”

Mia went very quiet, just focused on really scrubbing the toes. Carmen laughed.

“Fiiiiiine. Well, what else do I like,” she tapped her chin as Mia walked her soapy hands back up Carmen’s body, “let’s see. Hot guys have beards, check. They’re taller than me, check. They boss me around alllll the time, double check. They don’t care that I like chicks, check. They’ll fuck my face whenever they want me to shut up…”

She looked over at him as Mia started soaping up her tits again.

“...Pending,” she said with a grin, “they’ll sit on my face and make me eat their ass, also pending. Oh! Hot guys should have big, fat, jiggly asses so I can’t escape once they sit down!”

Mike’s eyebrow and corner of his mouth raised at the same time.

“Of course. I should’ve guessed you’d want me to be big. Big thighs too?”

“Papi, come on, obviously,” she said, flicking back her soaked hair, “You’re gonna want airbags when I bottom out on your fat fucking cock.”

“You make a strong case, not gonna lie,” Mike said, keeping an even tone despite the cock in question rising to attention, “Anything else? With Lilly and Mia’s change, I’m gonna be plenty tall, so that check can upgrade to a double too.”

“Oooooh yeah! What did you go for?” She said, turning to look at Mia.

“Uh, well, you’ll just-” she turned away to Mike. He nodded. She screwed up her eyes and took a deep breath, “I wanted him to be a dragon.”

There was a beat of silence, little more than rushing water. Then Carmen scooped Mia into a lifting hug.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Let’s GO girl! AHAHAHAHAHA!” she said, spinning around in the cramped space, “That’s my freaky sister-wife right there!”

“Careful, don’t slip,” Mike said, getting to his feet in case he’d have to perform an emergency catch.

Carmen set her back down, cackling into the rushing water. She reached over and shut it off, before going in for a passionate kiss. Mia, eyes still wide and heart thudding for the eighth time today, pushed back. Grabbing at Carmen’s back, leaning her backwards as she mashed her smiling lips into her.

“That paper’s got some good fuckin’ taste Papi,” Carmen said, releasing Mia to slump against the wall, giddy smile painting her features.

“That it clearly does,” Mike said as the shower door opened and he passed her the well-used towel, “are we married to the ‘sister-wife’ term? Feels a shade culty.”

“Oh, so just cuz Yuki’s picked a different God we don’t get to be a cult?” She said, snatching up the towel, “spoiling all the fun and she’s not even up.”

“That’s a stretch and you know it,” he said, grinning, “anything else? Gotta be honest, imagining a dragon with a huge jiggly ass and a beard is a little tough to parse, but I’m excited to workshop it.”

“Hey, don’t forget the dick,” Carmen said, patting the cock that was poking into her belly button.

“That’s not the hard part, pardon the pun,” Mike said, shifting his cock out of the way and helping her wipe down her back, “so?”

“Nah. I’m already excited to see what you’ll do to me with those claws Papi,” she said, resting a palm on the bulging tip and jiggling it around like a gearstick. She flicked her head towards the shower, “I reckon she might be too.”

Mia was still on the ground, soaked hair over her face. Her eyes were obscured, but her smile was dazzling as she gave off little giggles. She stuck up two thumbs. Carmen tittered with laughter as she slid out of the bathroom. An instant later, without much fanfare, Afi was standing in the doorway.

“Am I next?”

“You are indeed, come in,” Mike said, waving her in.

She nodded, sliding the door close and stepping past Mike. His cock brushed against her thigh, letting a bit of water smear onto her hips. She stopped when she got to the shower, looking down at the still giggling Mia. Mia, in turn, stared up at the newest woman.

“Is this part of the shower?” She asked, turning her face back towards Mike.

“No, so you might wanna give her a minute,” he said, returning to his throne with a grin.

“I’m a moooonsterfucker,” Mia said, the cheesiest of grins spread across her face.

“I see,” Afi turned back again, “you’re fine with this?”

“I’m the monster she’s gonna fuck, so I can’t see why not,” Mike said, which elicited a squeal from Mia.

“I’ve never considered fucking a monster before,” Afi said, reaching over Mia’s head to switch the shower on, “though the thought of being your chew toy does arouse me.”

“You’re still horny after all that? I would’ve thought the girls would have licked a hundred orgasms out of you by now.”

“It was only 6. I know it may not seem like it, but I have quite a high libido,” Afi replied, sitting down across from Mia as the water rushed onto their legs, “people are often surprised. Mistress clearly was.”

Mike thought back to her introduction, the intensity of her approach now making a bit more sense, “And how’d Lilly do?”

“Admirable. Her skills will need considerable work, but she managed to bring me to climax twice before her jaw began to cramp.”

“Damn, fast learner and a good teacher.”

“I live to serve, Master,” she said, bowing her head, “is there anything you’d like me to do now?”

“I’ll get you to wait for Mia. I want her to wash you like she washed the others,” he replied, and Afi nodded again, “in the meantime, I want you to tell me what makes a man attractive to you.”

“Ah, this is how the monsterfucker arrangement came up?”

“The very same. Everybody is getting a chance to tell me how I can be hotter to you all,” he said.

“Your power is already extremely appealing. It is only because you do not command it that I’m not constantly masturbating in your presence,” she said, her face a mask of emotionlessness.

“That is… very nice of you to say,” Mike said, a massive pulse shooting through his dick that was still half hard in front of the two nude women, “But being that as it may, I’d like to know what would work for you if I wasn’t as powerful.”

Mia was getting to her feet, still giggling a little as she began rustling through the soap bottles. She parted her hair so she could see, before grabbing the shampoo. Then she stood over the still sitting woman, about to run her hands through her hair, when Afi put her hands up.

“Have you worked with this type of hair before?”

“Uh… Well no, but I can learn?”

“Perhaps, but not today,” Afi said, turning back to Mike, “may I wash my own hair?”

“Sure, I don’t want you to get hurt,” Mike said, gesturing to Mia, who in turn handed the shampoo bottle down to Afi.

“That is not my concern,” Afi replied, starting to detangle her dreadlocks under the water, “it is more fragile than it looks. Unless you wish for me to be hairless master?”

“No, that’s fair, keep doing what you’re doin’,” Mike replied, “I do like long, thick hair. Maybe I should make all of it more durable at some stage.”

“That will be very helpful if you intend to pull my hair,” she nodded, dolloping shampoo into her palms.

As she did, Mia picked her up under her armpits. She pulled both of them into a standing position, which Afi did not react to, continuing to rub her hands together. Mia then filled her hands with soap and began to work it over the other woman’s body.

“So?” Mike said.

“Ah. Of course, my apologies master,” she began to run the shampoo through her air, eyes forward and staring at nothing, “A taller man is always appreciated, but I believe any monster you may have discussed would already be enormous.”

“That, and Lilly already asked for height. As well as broad shoulders.”

“Mmmm, she has good taste,” Afi nodded her head, “I will add that I prefer men with darker skin.”

“As dark as yours?”

“If they can be found, yes.”

“Shouldn’t be a huge issue if I’m a dragon, just need darker scales,” Mike said, scratching his chin, “I was planning something along the lines of a green or blue, does that work?”

“Not… quite.”

“Ah, darker skinned but still human?”

“As I said, I hadn’t considered fucking a monster before. It may take some time for me to approach the idea on its own merits.”

“Oh, you’ll love it,” Mia said, soaping up Afi’s back, “dragons are known for being territorial, possessive, aggressive, and obsessed with owning stuff. You think you feel owned now, just wait until he makes you part of his hoard.”

Afi closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath, thick with humidity and lust.

“That… does make it more… appealing,” she spoke languidly. Mia smiled, reaching her soaping hands around and squeezing Afi’s tits.

“Ok, so three votes so far for really big dragon, and we’ll try dark scales to see if it appeals longterm,” Mike said, “anything else you can think of?”

Afi groaned into Mia’s touch, her work on her hair becoming more stop-start, “it is a matter of style master, not so much body. I like soft, smooth, colourful textures adorning my partners. The sensation is… mmf… divine.”

One hand abandoned her head, reaching instead to clasp around Mia’s, then sliding behind to rub against the curve of Mia’s new hips.

“Oh yeah, I hadn’t really considered clothes,” Mike said, his gigantic new dick very firm in light of the display before him, “I’m not entirely sure I can futz with objects with the changes, but I think I could do something with my scales to have a similar effect. Was that everything?”

“Hah- hah- yes master, that is all.”

“Good. Get the fuck out here and service my cock.”

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