Thursday Pt. 03

“Sadie said that? Are you sure, Sam?” Zoey asked between long licks of his meaty member. “Doesn’t sound like her.”

She was kneeling between Sam’s legs in the cramped toilet stall again, pumping his girthy base in both fists while lavishing lingual affection on the tip. Despite the close confines–which seemed exceptionally small today–Zoey felt comfortable, happy to have even that limited amount of space to let her innermost self out to play.

“Yeah, she did, and don’t stop slut…” He huffed, trying to shove her slobbering skull further down and meeting resistance. “Fuck, Zee, how are you so strong? Are you still growing?”

“Mmhmm~!” She couldn’t tell a lie, even as she let Sam wrangle her drooling mouth back onto his cock.

Zoey had woken after a restless evening of shameless sexting and rabid self-stimulation to find her ankles hanging well past the end of her queen-sized bed.

She knew it wasn’t normal to sprout five inches or gain thirty pounds in rippling muscle mass overnight, but when she had looked in the mirror, the results were hardly displeasing.

What girl would complain about an unexplainable windfall of health and vitality after years of being a fat, forgettable nobody?

She had tried a few experimental flexes, like those women in fitness magazines, and gasped at the stunning effect on her towering physique. Her rapidly changing body was statuesque in a literal sense. Akin to Greek sculptures of Athenian beauty, capturing the Olympian huntresses of the legend in purest Corinthian marble as they performed heroic deeds. Superhumanly attractive, with smooth layers of toned muscle and titanic breasts heavy enough to sink a thousand ships.

She had lifted her four-drawer dresser to test her new strength and done so effortlessly, hardly feeling any strain as she hoisted the bulky furniture onto a shoulder.

Zoey looked and felt amazing. Sexy as hell and packed full of horny beans.

Clothing had been something of a problem, though.

Her previous taste in loose-fitting attire was turning out to be a blessing in disguise. Once baggy tops now clung to her prodigious knockers like a second skin, airing her defined midriff, and formerly roomy sweatpants hugged her broad hips and thighs, the comfy fabric stretched thin as workout tights that her rock-hard posterior filled to bursting.

“Mmmmwah~! It’s okay though, right?” Zoey asked uncertainly, slurping her way off Sam’s scrumptious shaft, tongue laden with gooey precum. “You don’t mind? I raced straight to the office when you sent me the booty-call SOS.”

She had, in fact, sprinted the thirteen city blocks to the Radley Building after receiving a text message that consisted of a blurry picture of his exposed erection and three simple words…

OFFICE BATHROOM. NOW.

Elongated legs chewed up the distance, and Zoey had barely broken a sweat running five-minute miles all the way downtown, dodging spandex-clad pedestrians like an offensive linesman charging the end zone.

…Only to find Sam urgently rubbing one out in the expected location.

She couldn’t have that. Not when she had a perfectly good mouth yearning to savor him again.

“No, it’s fine. Better than fine, you look fantastic.” Sam grunted as she smoothly vacuumed down six girthy inches and swirled her moist tongue around the crown. “Holy shit, Zee… but that’s the point, isn’t it? Look at us. People don’t just change like this overnight, Henry is downstairs with a GUN, and nobody cares.”

“Hmmm?”

The suckling brunette was struggling to follow the conversation. The delectable dick in her mouth and her sensitive nipples crushed against his knees were incredibly distracting. Each hot spurt of sticky seed down her gulping throat sent a jolt of sweet ecstasy straight to her pristine pussy and emptied her mind of any thought beyond getting another fix.

So Zoey sucked harder, twisting her head and pumping his steely shaft to coax out another scrumptious appetizer, moaning and milking her man for all she was worth, eager to get to the main course.

“Ungh… fuck! That’s it. Take all of me, you dirty slut.” Sam panted, thrusting up into her puckered lips and hammering at her esophagus. “Bu–but listen… we don’t have much… hrrgh~ time. Shit is getting crazy out there.”

She quivered and shook as he said the magic words. Some deeply repressed part of her soul basking in the glorious light of acceptance.

Was it too early to start thinking about the L-word? To tell Sam that she LOVED the way he recognized her needs and took control in a way she never could? To express how much she LOVED it when he manhandled and used her like a filthy whore to give them both what they desperately desired?

His big hands were tangled in Zoey’s glossy mane of chocolate hair, guiding her cum-gargling rhythm and cramming in more of his **** length until it distended her slender neck.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

In a shocking surge of arousal, Zoey wrapped her mighty arms around his stout waist and braced her knees, using the hold to drag Sam bodily further into her clutches until his magnificent cock was buried to the base in her ravenous maw.

”Mlurph~!"

“What the fuck, Zee… Hyaaa!”

The Fourth of July exploded in Zoey’s singularly focused brain as she lifted Sam off the toilet with her nose pressed firmly into his groin and felt him blow a mouth-watering motherload directly into her flat, hungry stomach.

Her rapturous cunt convulsed, and warm juices squirted. The seat of Zoey’s overwrought sweatpants tore apart like tissue paper as her thick rump twerked in ecstasy, unstitching the hem that ran over the bouncing globes of her ass to unveil the honey-soaked polka dot panties beneath.

“Aaaw… fuck!”

”Mmmhmm!”

She held him aloft, twitching and shuddering as she gorged herself on his erupting spunk. Blast after blast of ropey seed blew down her gagging gullet, blitzing her sparking brain cells and filling her empty belly as she came like a freight train right along with him.

After swallowing what felt like a pint of gloopy goodness, Zoey eventually came up for air. Catching the last vestiges of Sam’s creamy load on her flushed cheeks and sloppy chin, she rubbed her adorable face against his tireless turgidity and let out a wet little burp.

“‘Scuse me.” She giggled, nuzzling his tip and giving it a playful lick. “Thanks for breakfast, Sam. Gosh, but you’re still, like, really hard.”

“Jeezus, Zee… when am I not hard these days? This is what I was talking about.” Sam groaned, staring down at her from his lofty position. “You can put me down now. Please?”

“Maybe I don’t wanna,” Zoey teased. Sam’s weight barely registered despite his increased bulk. “Got my very own jizz dispenser right here. Super handy.”

She punctuated her point by taking a long, loving slurp of his rigid shaft as though taking a hit on a giant bong.

The warm glowing after-effects weren’t at all dissimilar.

“Gah! Oh gawd, Zoey, I’m serious. We’re just lucky Sadie didn’t see you come in here, but I’m going to be missed soon and you’ve split your pants.”

“Oh… um, golly.” She lowered him back to the toilet seat and patted her butt with a worried frown. “What should I do, Sam? They’ll all laugh if they see me.”

Sam levered his cock down one trouser leg, buckled his belt, and zipped up his fly before giving Zoey a comforting pat on the head.

That made her feel better. Her man was, like, really smart and would know what to do.

“Clean yourself up and leave the rest to me.” He said, swiping some of the mess off her chin with his thumb and letting her suck it clean. “I’ll think of something, maybe come up with a distraction, then you can sneak out and hide amongst the filing cabinets until I find something to cover you.”

Fortunately for them, a distraction was already in the making…

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