Give Mara a purple treat

You tear open the packet and take one of the deep purple gummies. It is soft and slightly cool between your fingers, the shape unmistakable. You close the cask, leave the lamp burning low, and climb the stairs with the candy held carefully in your palm. The Shared Heat still moves through your blood. Your cock remains thick and heavy from everything that has already happened tonight.

Mara is in the bathroom at the end of the hall. The door stands ajar. Steam from the brief wash of water still hangs in the air. She stands at the sink in only the red sweater and her panties, the jeans left in a small pile on the floor. She looks restless, one hand idly smoothing the sweater over her breasts.

You step in behind her. The Shared Heat and the residual effects of the night make ordinary caution feel less necessary. You simply reach around, open your hand, and offer the purple gummy near her lips. Mara’s eyes flick to it. She opens her mouth without question and takes the soft purple shape onto her tongue. She chews slowly. The sweet fruit flavor spreads. Within a minute the change begins.

You feel it through the Shared Heat at the same time she does. A sudden heavy pressure blooms low between her legs. Mara gasps and looks down. Her panties strain outward. The soft mound of her sex swells rapidly. Fabric stretches and then tears as a thick shaft pushes free. In less than thirty seconds her clit has ballooned into a full cock, nine inches long and a full six inches thick, heavy and veined and already rigid. The head is flushed dark and already leaking. A tight pair of balls forms beneath it, drawn up close. The rest of her body remains unchanged. Soft breasts, curved hips, the same face now wide-eyed with shock.

“What the fuck,” she whispers, both hands hovering around the massive length without quite touching it. The weight of it makes her stance wider. Every small movement causes the thick shaft to bob and slap against her lower belly. The Shared Heat feeds you the raw intensity of the new nerves. She is hypersensitive and already aching.

She tries to wrap one hand around it and fails to close her fingers. A frustrated sound leaves her throat. Pre-cum drips in a clear string to the bathroom floor. Her hips twitch. She needs release and has no idea how to handle the sudden bulk.

You step in. Your own cock is still hard, but the priority is clear. You close both of your hands around her new shaft, one above the other, and stroke firmly from base to head. Mara’s head falls back. A loud moan rips out of her. The sheer size means every stroke takes effort. You use both hands, twisting slightly on the upstroke, thumb smearing the steady flow of pre-cum over the swollen head.

She braces against the sink. Her knees threaten to buckle. You drop to one knee and take as much of the thick head as you can into your mouth, stretching your lips wide, while both hands keep working the remaining length. The taste is clean and salty. She cries out and bucks forward. You suck hard and stroke faster. The Shared Heat turns every pulse of her approaching climax into a shared throb in your own groin.

Mara comes with a broken shout. Thick ropes of cum blast across your tongue and over your face, far more than a normal orgasm. The force of it keeps coming in heavy spurts while her new cock throbs hard in your hands and mouth. You stay on it until the last weak pulses fade and her legs finally give out. She sinks to the floor, back against the cabinet, the massive spent cock resting heavily against her thigh, still half-hard and glistening.

Her chest rises and falls in deep gasps. She stares at the thick shaft as if it might disappear. It does not. The purple gummy’s work is done for now. Your own cock throbs untouched, the Shared Heat still linking the two of you.