Lovey dovey

A dull pressure in my bladder woke me up in the middle of the night. The instinct to get out of bed was limited by two slender limbs coming around my stomach which pulled me into a warm soft mass.

As my bearings improved I felt another mass keeping my thighs apart. I was harshly reminded of the panties hugging my hips by the mass, I identified as Belle's cock, pushing up against my crotch, though its head passed my tiny bulge and ended a few centimeters under my belly button and leaked a sticky substance onto my skin.

I grasped the situation fully now and if I hadn't offered myself up as her cocksleeve multiple times by now I would've probably jumped, instead I turned a little red and gently tried to pry her **** grip off me to wiggle out of bed.

The panties sticking to my little buddy as I pulled them away and sat down, reminded me of how they got sticky, only furthering the tone my cheeks adapted.

I washed the damp skin and tried to dry the small wet spot with some toilet paper, before I brushed my teeth and returned to Belle's room.

After a little contemplation I decided to just assume my previous position, trying not to stir her while I shimmied back into her clasp and draped her arm over my side. Belle did not actually wake, though she groaned in her sleep and nuzzled into me anew, her cock now wedged between my cheeks as I tried to fall asleep to her tender breaths against my neck.

"Morning." Belle's unique pitch greeted my ears, a kiss to the back of my head and the pressure against my ass accelerating my waking.

"morning" I stretched as best as I could in her grasp, slumping back down as I went limp.

"I don't want to bother you, but I really have to tinkle..." Belle must have woken up before me and couldn't bring herself to move on the chance of waking me up. I rolled over, freeing her arm and saw her spring out of bed.

I got up to get dressed in my room while her morning piss sounded through the apartment and went to the kitchen with a bowl of cereal on my mind.

"Aww I liked them on you..." She sulked as she rounded the corner to the living room still naked, referring to the shirt and sweatpants I put on.

"They were dirty... sticky..." I justified mousy, referring to the facefuck that made me cum handsfree.

"Well, then I'll just have to get you new ones." She stated matter of factly, leaving me no way to object.

"if you think so..." I doubt she heard me since she gave me a peck after her assertion and skipped off.

"Oh, I'm gonna take a jog, you wanna come?" Her head returned out of the hallway as she made her proposal.

"Nah phanks" I answered with a full mouth. I was usually the one to ask people to go running, come to think of it, Belle has been going out a couple times this week already, where she would normally spend most of her time in her room.

"Kay." She smiled at me and dissapeared for good this time. I finished eating and emptied out the dishwasher, hearing Belle go into the bathroom partway through.

"Alright later." She returned while I was drying a plate and kissed my cheek, donning some loose shorts, a tank top and old running shoes instead of the new favorite nothing she wore as of late.

"Yea, don't pull a muscle." We smiled at each other as she went out the front door.

"I'll try."

After I was done and went to the bathroom, I wondered what I should do.

A hot shower seemed like a deserved reward so I was about to grab a towel from my room, but saw something peculiar on my bed, making me halt.

A singular neatly laid out pair of panties had been planted there, its bright rose an ambitious contrast on the sober dark gray duvet.

I thought back to Belle and the way she looked at me in the ones she gave me previously, before timidly picking them up.

The panties rested on the sink while I tested the water and stepped inside when I deemed it warm enough.

There has been a thought that crept into my mind for the last 24 hours, which returned as I soaped up my behind.

My fingers lingered around my butt, creeping closer to the point I've been so unsure about.

It tickled lightly before I applied more pressure and I stopped.

I had a lot of preconceived notions about my backdoor, some of which dissipated as I returned my index to the hole.

I clumsily tetered around the area with my fingertips, without experience and a goal in mind, I had no idea what the best course of action would be. The hot water cascading down my body made it feel softer than it should have and when I added some bodywash and slipped inside, that feeling got apmlified by a hundred.

My sphincter clamped down on my finger and I had to deliberately concentrate to be able to discern the feeling I got, physically and mentally.

On one side there was a clear reaction from my body trying to stop the invading digit, while on the other I felt myself getting hard.

I continued for a good while, trying to relax and gain further entry, but hit a point where the discomfort felt too big to continue. I washed myself thoroughly afterwards, especially my butt.

As I was drying off, I looked at the mirror and really saw myself for the first time in a long while.

I always thought I wasn't all that spectacular when it came to my looks, though I also knew I was far from the ugliest nerd in my school. But as I observed myself, I saw my features from a new perspective; the dark messy hair Belle liked to stroke while I sucked her, the light brown eyes that looked up at her, my lips I never gave a second thought about which were probably her favorite thing.

I put the panties on under my clothes and decisively waited in the living room for her return.

My ears perked up from the glaring chime that indicated someone ringing the bell and for a second I felt like a dog hoping it would be her.

I calmed myself and opened the door, a very sweaty familiar transgirl appeared on the other side and barged through the threshold, huffing and puffing. "Water..." Her run had apparently been fruitful and she marched towards the fridge possessed, downing half a liter of fluid in record time.

"You are drenched." I stated the obvious as I approached her for a quick kiss. "Go take a shower... I'll be waiting." I leaned into her and placed her hand inside my sweatpants, eliciting a surprised gasp and smile from her, as she felt the pink cotton underneath. She was suddenly revitalized, squeezing my skin before giving me another peck and paced to the shower in a hurry, while I sat on the couch anxiously biding my time.

I wouldn't say it has consumed my life, I still did the dishes, laundry, eat and sleep regularly, well if you count cum as a meal that is, and kept my hygiene in check. My social life has improved too I would say, because normally I would take this break to just wake up late, eat lazy food, spend most of my time at my PC and go back to bed. Now I was in constant exchange with someone, given they are my roommate, but even those would sometimes go without talking to me for a whole day sometimes due to our differing sleep schedules and shared shut in tendencies.

Only a minute has passed since the water turned off, the shower itself taking her a surprisingly short amount of time, until I heard the door open and bare footsteps pitter patter my way.

Belle had a giant grin plastered on her face and was completely naked. Her hair was still soaked and some areas on her body reflected the broad daylight, making it clear how much she hurried to get over here.

She jumped into my lap, her cock already at half mast and climbing up my chest while we made out.

I couldn't claim I was any better, as my own penis was as hard as it could get from the moment she blasted through the door and immediately adjusted her junk, leading it to escape the confines of her underwear and create a dick shaped outline in her shorts.

Our kiss was only briefly interrupted by her dragging my shirt over my head. She shoved me down the couch and we took off my pants in a joined effort. Her hardness dragged over mine as she gently bucked her hips, mounted on top of me. I held it down against my stomach, creating a faux hole for her to push into and she moaned, before our kiss dissolved.

Her hands grabbed mine, interlocking and pushing over my head. She held me in place and shimmied up my torso until her cock tapped my lips. She looked down at me, a similar lust in her eyes as in mine I imagine. The wet hair draped down to frame her face magically and my mouth opened while my eyes pleaded her to keep going.

Belle sat up from my stomach and laid her tip on my tongue, before pressing herself inside by slowly lowering her hips. She hit the back of my throat quickly, the angle not allowing further entrance with her rock hard tool. Her hips raised until her glans distended my lips and she thrust down, pinning me against the couch in the process.

She naturally got into a rythm, guided by her senses, but before long the first few inches weren't enough in the way that she got off of me to reposition. She maneuvered around me and adopted the same 69 position we've tried once before, this time with a lot more practice.

She crawled over me, her balls dragging on my forehead, while I felt her cock end somewhere around my chest and raised her hips to aim the meat cannon into my mouth, but something was wrong.

I felt her try a few times, her heavy sack lifted off my face and her cockhead slipped against my neck, she got a hand to aim it better but it just wouldn't go over my chin. I felt her stand up and opened my eyes, her throbbing erection bobbed in the air and the balls underneath looked particularly full, actually her cock also looked particularly menacing.

She didn't really say anything while my brain honed in on an odd hunch, "Did you- Have you gotten bigger?" making her step back and see her face.

"I... I don't know..." She was more curious than shocked, as last time we did this position she was able to just hover over me and draw her hips back to line up with my mouth.

Belle dashed away without saying anything for a moment, leaving me out of the loop until she returned with ruler in hand.

"Come on, put it up already," I was handed the plastic strip and ushered into measuring her.

"Ummm, we might need something longer..." The giant fuckstick surpassed the 12 inch ruler by a bit, drawing forth my excited but restrained question.

Belle again disappeared and reappeared with a roll she threw at me.

I untangled the measuring tape, glad that it also had both units, and held the beginning close to her root with one hand, while rolling the rest down its length.

"32 centimeters... yea... that's almost 13 inches..." Belle beamed at me after hearing the news and pulled me up into a big hug, making the band snap back and fall out of my hand.

I made sure to double check, I didn't even have to push it into her crotch like the time I measured mine and tried to convince myself I was 4 inches long.

"Wait, babe, I wanna check something, be right back." I escaped this time, grabbing one of the condoms I bought and placed it on the table as I came back.

"What? I wanna see your output... Just put it on when you're close, please?" She looked slightly dubious for some reason, but grinned towards the end and pushed me down yet again.

She returned to her position, this time squatting over me. She extended her legs until she found the right angle, having to step forward once and placed her hands on my stomach, before simply lowering.

All I saw were bloated testicles and her huge slab of meat slowly disappearing into my mouth. She seemed to have problems finding the right posture, her hard cock almost dragging me with it demonstrated its power.

Her thickness increased too, but the girth didn't create enough problems to outweigh the exhilarating feeling of her stretching my esophagus.

When she was about 3/4ths inside, she readjusted one last time and seemed to have found a good footing, because the next time her hips raised, they came crashing down with enough strength to push the wind out of my lungs and smash her balls onto my forehead.

I had to wait after her next thrust, which was equally as powerful and hilted herself completely for a split second, to take a quick breath, her **** now really starting.

She quite literally abused my hole, a fact that had my insides do a summersault in the best way. The tingling was back almost immediately and concentrated somewhere behind my penis.

"Babe, I can ugh see myself going in and out ahh in your throat... fuckk" The sound created by her fucking my throat was insane, a distinct slick sound of my walls scraping along her pole, her balls slapping against my head tried to give me a concussion and her animalistic moans mixed with my occasional gags to create a soundscape I haven't even heard in porn.

She hasn't cum today and thinking back to the night time boner of hers and the speed with which she showered must mean she was pretty horny.

"Babe, I'm gonna cum soon mhhHh" She announced that she was close and pulled out, which I had no problem with as already I squirted inside my panties shorty after she hilted herself for the first time, so I grabbed the condom as soon as she got off of me and opened the wrapper.

She sat back against the couch, her cock violently throbbing in the air practically screaming for me, before I knelt beside her and started the process of rolling it down her magnificent length.

Of course it wasn't big enough, why would it be. It was missing an inch or two and looked heavily distorted, but seeing her needy state left me no time to lament, so I spit on her tip and started stroking her to completion.

"Yeahh, baby. Tell me how much you want it, Jamie." Her hand groped my panty clad butt, which made me react for a moment, but her dirty talk and the heat of the moment made me push it to the side.

"ah~ mh i want you to fill this condom up for me, babe. i want your huge load. j-just imagine you're shooting it inside me..." My voice was shaky with nerves and the physical strain jerking her cock put me under, her groping my cheek and sometimes coming close to my asshole didn't help my performance, though I felt her flex in my grasp as the last sentence left my lips.

"OOoghhhh" She let out a strained groan and her finger pressed against my backdoor, only separated by the flimsy piece of pink fabric, as her massive cock shot its first rope into the transparent rubber.

A white onslaught of 20 powerful trademark Belle cumshots extended the material enough to make it look like a water balloon, or cum balloon rather, the weight of the creamy load dragging the condom down required me to support the rubber with one hand from underneath, while the other milked her lazily leaking cock to perfection.

When her groans ended and I felt her pulses decline, the hand that balanced the condom in my palm carefully latched onto the seizable material that stretched from her tip downwards, while the other hand rolled it off of her shaft, leaving her to rest on the couch.

In no small feat later I tied the top off with a simple knot, hoping it would be enough, and triumphantly inspected the outlandish container.

It still gave me no real indication of how much she came, but the xxl condom, which by itself was almost ripped from her massive size, was weighed down considerably as I held it by its knot and weighed enough to feel like an orange, actually that was a good way to describe its size as well, as I put it on the kitchen counter.

I did some research, after looking for my phone, which I realized I hadn't even used for about two days, to get a better understanding and comparison of an average load, weighed the condom on a small scale we rarely use for cooking and baking and got a glass I knew could hold 250ml to pour the thick baby batter inside, after painstakingly trying not to make a mess by ripping the condom as I untangled my apparently not so simple knot, but was eventually brought out of my flowstate by a gentle but firm touch on my butt.

"So, an average male ejaculates 3-5 milliliter per load, with a density close enough to 1g/mL, though I highly doubt yours adheres to these dimensions, that would make it 5grams per ejaculation if were being generous, yours weighed 98 grams." I build up the answer her expression demanded, almost like a test result and saw her form an excited grin.

"So are you gonna drink it?" She asked, almost exploding with anticipation and I couldn't stop myself from being dragged into her infectuous mood.

"o-only if you feed it to me..." It was dumb, but I averted eye contact for a second and inadvertently saw the glass a good third filled with white spunk, before returning to her gaze and seeing her bite her lips.

She made me kneel on the kitchen tiles while keeping my mouth open and eyes locked on hers and slowly brought the cup to my lips.

The amazingly still warm deluge filled my mouth quickly and had me swallowing multiple times due to the amount and viscocity. It felt even dirtier than having her cum down my throat 'normally', but I also missed it fresh from the tap, a thought that came far too late, as the idea of sharing that thought with her was overruled by a growling stomach not far from my lips.

"God I'm hungry, sorry." She put the cup, still grimy and dripping with cum on the counter and moved to the fridge.

I completely forgot that she hadn't had any breakfast AND went running before fucking my throat and feeding me a second breakfast, so I helped her get a feast ready, insisting that I'm full, which made her grin proudly and kiss my cheek.

We talked a little about mundane stuff and she gave me instructions, while I felt increasingly more comfortable to be around her naked, well naked except for the girly panties tucking my manhood away.

"Yeah, no. You have grown for sure, Belle, your balls are bigger too, they look like tennis balls, though it seems like you're still the same height..." We eventually came back to the topic from earlier and I made some more observations out loud, not having a filter due to my curiosity.

"Hmphf Well, I can't say the same for you... OH! I- I didn't mean... sorry" She harrumphed a retort which she immediately retracted, concern in her eyes as she looked over.

"No it's... it's ok. I uhh I've kind of accepted it..." I looked down at my crotch, my pecker playing professional hide and seek.

"You know... I remember measuring myself like a few months ago, before we went to college and clearly remember being just over 10 inches..." She looked down at herself and drowsily lifted her sleeping monster in her hand, before I added my own.

"I kinda... like it." I chuckled lightly at my own confession, probably a deeply rooted defense mechanism that I harbored from unspoken societal norms and my mostly christian upbringing and was supposed to shield me from ridicule or punishment if my actions ever got out.

Belle pulled me into a fiery kiss, "I don't deserve you..." before hugging me tightly, her own admission leaving me speechless for a second.