Cumflation

Her experience wasn’t over yet, however. Old Blake continued pumping cum into her head, and as an afterthought reached over and plugged her other cum-spouting ear with her thumb. With nowhere else to go, the mass of sperm drained down into Young Blake’s stomach. It pooled there, swiftly filling her belly to capacity, and then beyond.

Young Blake felt her skin start to stretch, quickly meeting the edge of the desk and pushing her back so that her chair started to lean. Old Blake adjusted her footing to brace against the ground, still grinning from her continual orgasm. Young Blake’s torso ballooned, making her look as though she was nine months pregnant. Her shirt wasn’t made to fit a woman of that size, and Old Blake heard the familiar sound of cloth tearing. She glanced down to see Young Blake’s ripped shirt drift to the cum-soaked floor, instantly becoming damp where it had been dry before.

Old Blake craned her neck to view her work, having missed most of the spectacle first time around from delirium. She watched with glee as her younger self’s belly continued to expand, until she was about to burst.

“I’ll press my luck,” she thought, willing another spurt of cum to fill the balloon, “after all, it went fine last time.”

The final trickle of jizz seemed to be the last straw, and with a squelch, Young Blake’s belly button released a babbling brook of semen, landing directly onto her book before dying down to a mere trickle trailing down her front.

Somehow able to breath through all the cum, Young Blake let out the loudest noise she had made in a while; a relieved sigh. Whatever strength was left in her faded, and she fell into a blissful sleep. Old Blake noted this, and with a squelch which rang through Young Blake’s dreams, she pulled her cock from the depth of her shattered mind.

“Well, young one,” Old Blake said to the mess of a cum-bloated girl in the chair beneath her, “once you get one of these you’ll be able to return the favor.” She slapped the side of her semi-erect cock and let it sway above her younger, passed out face. Reacting to her own touch, it began to stand up again, vigor returning to her balls, “Whoops! These are on a hair trigger I guess!”