The Goddess of All Women

Stacy locked her room and got to bed. She didn’t even care about arranging a birthday party. Nay. Her eighteenth-year celebration would be the same as it’s been for the past few months: “Sex!”

On her phone, there was the picture of a man. The sexiest man alive. “Chad!”

It wasn’t Chad, but his dad, but Stacy didn’t know that. She wasn’t really sure, that is, and the months of search had proven fruitless.

She couldn’t know whether it was Chad or his dad or whatever, but she knew only one thing – the only thing that mattered: “Fuck… what a beast!”

That was the biggest man she had ever seen. His muscles, his height, his bulge…!

The moment she first laid eyes on that piece of meat, her pussy swelled and wetted like never before. Her ovaries throbbed and fattened, and she felt her womb literally enlarging and pushing itself against her skin, bulging under her tummy. “God… my god… I need to cum!”

Thus, with the picture of that man, that animal, that beast in her phone, Stacy got to bed and got to work!

Again. For the 30th time that month. Or that week.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t count. She had lost track of time, probably even space.

The excess of orgasms was getting over her head.

She was cumming and cumming and cumming…

* * * * *

Stacy spent a few months trying to track down the so-called Chad to no avail. “God, does this boy even exist?”

She researched him, and paid others to do the research for her (when she couldn’t do it herself), but very little came up, and the only progress she ever made only happened during her first steps, when she hacked into the school system and looked for that boy, that man, that HUNK whom she knew studied with her – in her very damn class, no less. “Now, where are you?”

She found it, alright. Only thing was: she didn’t find much else.

She didn’t know it back then, but there wasn’t anything to find. Chad was a ghost both in person and track record. A Unabomber with flawless genes and a 20-inch cock.

Still, there was a lead. “Who’s paying for all his stuff?”

She looked for the school payments, the enrollment registry, everything.

Tracking down Chad’s benefactor was the beginning of the hard parts of her research. Whoever was paying for his stuff was smart and knew how to create layers upon layers of legal and financial obfuscation. “Another LLC. Damn! How many shadow companies does this guy keep hiding under??”

If nothing else, Stacy felt a titillation in her heart, if not her pussy, when she suspected she might have been dealing with forces far stronger than those of a common man, a random commoner, you know, “one of the people” and all that. “He’s hung. That boy, I mean.” She bit her lip and purred as she researched. “He’s big and hung and strong and all the good things in life. His genetics are flawless… just like mine!” She giggled. “No random nobody can inherit such good genes. Only royalty can. Natural-born superiors. This guy… he did no come from just any random sack. No. His parents must be rich, and they’re shielding him somehow, saving him, I guess, for proper breeding.”

Stacy didn’t realize what she said or how she talked, how she mumbled to herself, for the memory of Chad by the lake hijacked her brain, hacked her soul just like she was hacking banking system and government agencies, and took down all the moral and ethical restraints that (usually) gave folks of her stature *some* shame when dealing with her inferiors.

Stacy was a goddess. A superior woman. She was the heiress of the finest blood, literally the best genetic code found in White people and the dwellers of Northern Europa since time immemorial, and she stood above all other humans like a beast next to a kitten. You know, a goddess next to mortals.

It was proper of her class to show some demure and at least try and attempt to fake some humility and all.

For the most part, she was capable of doing it – but again, the sighting of Chad had made scrambled eggs out of her brain, and the first thing that was taken down, that was erased from her, was precisely that which was the most artificial and forced in a person – a superior human! – like her: manners. Humility. Servility!

“Damn…”

Stacy searched and searched and searched.

After three months of searching, she eventually found a few more leads. She cracked the code of some bank accounts and followed the lead to some obscure shadow companies here and there; she hired a legal team to assist her untangling the byzantine paperwork that shielded these companies, LLCs, and NGOs from scrutiny, and commissioned and a few private intelligence agencies to help track down the man himself – the folks who owned these shadowy corporate entities. “I will find you! I sweat it, Chad, I will find you – and I will breed you!!”

Stacy searched and searched and searched and…

Long story short, she did not find Chad – but she did find his dad.

She didn’t know she was his dad. She wasn’t even sure they were related in any way, legally speaking, but as soon as she saw that man, she realized she didn’t need it. Any proof, that is. No paperwork and whatever.

She knew he was the one. “Holy f-”

Of Chad’s dad, Stacy found only one thing: a picture. One image randomly scattered online that Chad’s dad had forgotten to have erased.

She found a picture of a huge, muscular man taller than the trees, about 6’8’’ by her estimation, clad in muscles that bulged out aggressively through his tight, black shirt… and a bulge! The most phenomenal bulge she had seen on a male… since Chad on the lake. “Holy s-!”

Yeah. She found a picture of Chad’s dad online, and this picture changed everything for her.

She was sure that the man she saw in that picture was smaller than the man she had seen briefly by the lake, though the man looked older, much rougher and more developed, and his bulge, though jaw-dropping, was a little less insane or intimidating. “It’s soft, yet it goes down to the knee!”

She drooled watching that fat snaked tucked inside the man’s jeans, flowing down to one his knees, and the shape of his enormous balls tightened between his thighs, halfway to his knees. Damn, those balls! They were so fat she could see them while they hid behind the man’s dick. “Good god…!”

That was the second most inhumanly hung male she had ever witnessed, and naturally, she sensed he was related to Chad in some way – but she didn’t care about it, no, she didn’t care about anything at all, and instead, she just… dripped. And wetted herself. And the fire and heat spreading out from her pussy, taking over her body, and making her tits lactate while her pussy disgorged mad juices on her seat and made the entire room stink of womanhood. “Oooooh…”

Her womb throbbed with her heart. She was in heat.

She was out of her cycle, and yet, she was in heat.

That picture put her in heat. That man made her wet instantly. “I need… to get his seed!”

She laughed when she heard herself. “Fuck!”

Yep. That man had changed her biology. It affected her like only one man before had – Chad by the lake. “And it’s still small…!” She gasped, looking at that image on the screen. “Like, this guy is still smaller than that… that… that animal I saw on the lake!”

Indeed. Somehow, that older, rougher, more well-developed gentlemen sported a somewhat smaller dick. “Holy s-!”

Didn’t matter. His body or bulge weren’t even the most erotic thing in the image.

No. The most pornographic thing there was his company: two ladies in his arm and one on his feet, laying down on her side, on the ground, while smiling and posing for the camera.

There were three women with him. Pregnant. Their bellies swollen and stuffed with his babies. “Oh, fuck! What a blessing!”

That stud had impregnated those three women. They were his and only his. His powerful semen had entered their wombs, cracked their eggs, and blessed them with multiple children each.

Their tummies were swollen, swollen! Big and hard and swollen! They were tall women, excessively busty, and even them, their bellies were… too swollen! “Holy damn!”

Stacy knew he had impregnated those women with more than one child each. She looked at his bulge, then looked at the women. Of course! There was no way in hell such a penis could pump fewer than two kids per womb. He was just too powerful!

Stacy looked at his balls, at the round, oval shape of his bulging eggs, and confirmed that the daddy’s sperm was, indeed, too powerful. Too strong! “He must knock babies up left and right,” he purred while blushing, getting so damn hot, and reclining on her seat to finger herself to that man. “If he squirted his seed inside of me, I’d get preggers with twins. That’s for sure!”

Stacy moaned, groaned, and tugged her giant breasts with her delicate hands as her curves expanded, and she began to get really, really hard, the heat getting to her head and making her cry for seed, moan like a cow in search of her breeding bull: “If he… stuck his humongous dick inside of me… stretched me up really full…”

She dripped. She dripped. She dripped.

“… and ejaculated this huge… potent load of his…” She gasped. “I would get pregnant. Fuck, I would get pregnant, finally! Even if I was on a pill, ‘cause… his semen is just too powerful!!”

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“He would knock me up and… I would carry three of his kids at once! Four maybe! Probably five…!”

Stacy fingered herself to oblivion.

It was the beginning of her torment, a long sexual torture that probably would have no end!

* * * * *

Stacy hadn’t even noticed her 18th birthday come and go as she locked herself in her room yet again, one more time, and took her phone with the picture of that man – Chad’s dad or some relative – to masturbate.

She didn’t know if this was the first time she did it – or the 200th!

She couldn’t know. Time itself had become a mess in those past few weeks, with the same scene happening over and over again in her life, the same locking herself up in her bedroom, going to bed, and then fingering her pussy to oblivion until she was howling to the moon, crying her heart out, and squirting herself into a fainting sleep.

The past few months have been like this: fingering and fingering and squirting her heart out, blasting every wall and surface of her manor with her pussy cum. “Oh, fuck!”

Stacy got to bed and got to working. She made herself comfortable in her large bed, sure that she would get no distractions.

She lived alone, after all. Her parents were content with just letting her be. She hadn’t seen them in months, really. Off they were, somewhere else in the world, having sex, enjoying life, and being rich, beautiful people.

She preferred it this way. Her sexuality could not really flourished if her parents stayed up her neck, oppressing her with their own outrageous sex.

She lived alone, therefore, and she had the whole manor – as well as countless other mansions all over the planet – all for herself.

She got to her made and made herself cozy. She took the phone, and the image wasn’t yet there.

Her heart throbbed. It palpitated in a way she rarely felt it. “Like my first time seeing a really handsome boy.” A sexually attractive hunk!

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the image.

Her pussy moistened immediately. She felt the waves of its throbbing running across her body.

She wore a very simple, sexy pink outfit: a two-piece silk pajamas with one piece covering her immense breasts and another covering her sex and colossal, African-sized ass.

They were the largest size available, and of course, they were almost uncomfortably tight on her body.

They became much tighter as her breasts engorged, her ass expanded, and her pussy disgorged ounces of thick, sticky lubes on her bottom-piece. “Oh, god…!”

Stacy looked at that image for one second, and already her transformation was underway, her body making itself primed for breeding, warming up, blushing, and changing in the throes of her heat. “Damn…!”

No man had made her feel like this – and that man, the one she saw on the screen, wasn’t even the biggest man ever. “Holy s-”

He was small. Still small compared to the unimaginable hunk she had seen – she swore she had seen!! – by the lake, so long ago. “Chad…!!”

Whether that man on the picture was Chad or not, some relative or not… fuck if she cared.

She was hot. She was in heat. And she wanted to CUM!

Stacy breathed loudly as her pussy flooded the bed. She was insanely wet already. “God, what a stud…” She looked at the picture and those three beautiful women, supermodels all, movie stars and hot babes.

Quality women. The type of women that only the top 1% of 1% of men could get.

Stacy recognized and respected their beauty, for she was the ultimate babe herself, even though she mopped the floor with them with terms of looks (and even more so in intellect).

The finest of studs would go through their lives without laying a finger on a single one of those babes. Chad’s father had laid with three of them and gotten them swollen pregnant with his seed. “Jesus… almighty…!’

Stacy fingered herself. She moaned with the sound of her juices slipping and splashing through her fingers. She soaked her bed with her wetness, and her breasts added more juice to that soup.

Her breasts roared. She felt them trembling, shaking against the soft fabric of her top. Her nipples hardened, and through the many pores of their shower heads, the cream came out frothing: Schlipt! Schlipt! Schlurpt!

Stacy moaned louder and breathed faster, sometimes choking on her breath. “Oooowwuum…!!”

She held the phone with one hand and masturbated her tits with another. The milk poured out more violently, making a loud gush: Spluuuursh!!

The top of her pajamas got glued to her skin, and then it was stretched! Stretched and stretched and stretched further, painfully with the expansion of her giant tits – because Stacy’s tits, already the largest in the world at 18 on natural, regular conditions, ZZZ-sized juggernauts full of fat and frothing with milk became even harder, even fatter, even bigger whenever she was aroused… which was very rarely, indeed, as the goddess was rarely impressed by any other male. “Dear… god!!”

Now, however, her breasts crushed her chest and made her sink deeper and deeper into the soft bed, which creaked and cracked as she lowered her hand with the phone to her pussy. “Oh, god! God!! F-fuck…!!”

Stacy hated fingering herself like this, ‘cause this meant she couldn’t look at the picture. “Damn it!!”

She could have it printed, maybe, but the lass was too hot and bothered to be bothered with this. She just fingered herself and squirted her juices on the phone screen while the Alpha male in the pictures smiled for her – and her pussy. “Fuck me, Chad! Fuck my sweet… tight… wet pussy and pump it with your babies!”

She imagined the giant hunk fucking her, his muscles flexing and bulging as he thrust his gigantic, mammoth dick in her womb. “Ooohmm!! My pussy is big, Chad!! My pussy can take it!!”

The milk from her breasts spilled over to the bed. Her pajamas were soaked, and her belly button was filled up with the threads of cream that streamed down from the mountains of her tits.

She looked at the picture again. The size of the man made her orgasm: “AAAHHH…!!”

She squirted hard. Big, thick blast of squirt showering from her pussy!

Stacy came like a geyser, so hard that she splashed herself with the messy jets. She sprinkled pussy cum on the ceiling and walls, like a big explosion from a water balloon, and she tasted herself in her insanely thick, red lips as she moaned, purred, and gagged ever harder, imagining her body being oppressed and crushed by the countless muscles of that human stallion.

“D-dear god… you’re so fucking big!!!”

The size of men excited her. She always dreamed of being fucked by men at least as big as horses, but such men did not exist, and any man who came the closest still came out woefully short.

That man, though… that man on the screen…

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!!”

That man was huge. Really huge. Not as huge as a horse, but fat huger than any other man she had man.

And the shocker was… he still wasn’t the biggest man. “CHAD!!”

He still didn’t come close to that unbelievable piece of hunk she had seen by the lake. “CHAD, MY GOD!! MY STUD!! FUCKING BREED ME!!!”

The memory of Chad triggered another violent orgasm in her, one that made not just her pussy, but her tits squirt as well. “AAAHH!!”

Her pussy blasted the room with another super messy jet.

Her breasts rumbled, shaking like bombs about to go off, and almost ripped the top off her chest with the strong explosion of milk, so hard that it sounded like… Gluursh! Gluursh! Gluursh!! Guush!!

Two little lakes of milk were formed around Jessica, one on each side of her shoulders, and her pussy blasted off steamy juices as she sunk the panties (or panties-like bottom of her pajamas) into her devouring vulva and fingered herself to oblivion.

“AAAHH!! FUUUUUCK!!!”

Time ran by. The bedroom collapsed around her as her senses were messed up and the goddess drilled orgasm after orgasm from her pussy.

When Stacy stopped cumming so hard, descending from those orgasms, she realized one hour, maybe one hour and a half had passed, and the bed was soaking wet! “Damn!”

Her pussy juice dripped from the ceiling. She saw every wall blasted with her pussy juice, if only a little in some corners. The stuff on her room, the toys and computers and all, were dripping with her juice also.

There was a big, white puddle around her torso, soaking the bed, building a big lake in that sunken part of the mattress under the tyrannical weight of her ultra-massive tits, and Stacy liked to image it was Chad’s cum; pure, condensed, thick breeding cum extracted straight from the penis of a 10-million-dollar stud, but it wasn’t – though it *was* pure, yes, and thick and condensed, far more than any other male’s semen. “My breast milk…”

Her heart was pounding as her limbs were shaking and her head was flying dizzily everywhere, and she felt so, so unwell, almost sink with the aftershocks of those brutal orgasms. “Damn!!”

Her breasts continued to spill over milk. Her pussy was gushing, gushing still! What took a regular woman lots of make-out and skill to squirt, Stacy squirted out like nothing, as mere aftershocks of her “main” orgasms. “Fuck!”

Granted, she rarely achieved orgasms this big. Again: she was rarely pleased with any other man. It took only the most extreme, over-the-top cartoons and hentai to drive her to orgasms only 1/10th as good. “Jesus, Chad…!”

Faint steam rose from her perfect body. Her tender white skin, always with a beautiful, healthy tint of pink and gold, was now red, red, red! Steamy hot red as if the woman was a piece of metal right out of a furnace! “Damn…!”

Her phone was soaked with her cum. Sticky!

Her pussy cum was thick as glue. Sweet as well. Sometimes, feeling naughty, Stacy went a few days drinking and feeding on only the fluids and lubes from her pussy. “It’s just… so good!”

Her pussy cum was literally ambrosia, and her body was such a monument to fertility that people could literally live off its fluids in perpetuity! “My cum… is so delicious!”

And sticky and shiny like premium gel!

This time, though, she cared not to eat it as she looked at the phone again, which was (thankfully) impervious to water – or pussy fluids. “Oh, fuck…!”

Her breasts, which just a moment ago had been sagging and getting soft a little, became hard and erect again, spilling out more ounces of milk as her vulva “flexed” and hardened and another big load of cum emerged from her heated womb. “God!! Uuuurrhmmm!!!!”

She came and came and came.

The sight of that stallion, that super-muscular, dashing stud made her orgasm again. “A human beast!”

She came at the thought of that human using his body and penis just like farmers used their stallions: absentmindedly breeding mare after mare, with no love or care, just pumping them full of hot, boiling sauce and breeding their eggs with ultra-viable, super-healthy kids. “Jesus!!”

She gave another look at the picture to flame the fires of her imagination, like literally gushing air into a fireplace, and then she went back to fingering herself and stimulating her massive melons as her howls rose again, louder and longer and so much more intense. “Daaaaamn…!!!”

The image of those three beautiful bellies swollen with strong stud children!

Her fingers made loud splishes and splashes as she battered her cunt voraciously and howled: “oooOOOUUUhhhmm-GOD!!!”

Three tall, busty, blond, white women with supermodel looks, top tier calliber well-fecundated and well-bred by the seed, the thick and hot semen of the world’s most competent, most viable male!

She squeezed her giant tits and produced ounces of thick, steamy cream with them. “Jesus! God! God!! GOD!!!”

She was cumming already. She was always cumming. The only thing that mattered was the intense and length of her orgasms. “HOLY FUC-!!!”

She got dizzy and sick. It wasn’t natural to cum so much, so hard, for so long – without a break! “DAAAMN!!”

She ejaculated harder, hotter, blasting every wall of her place at the thought of the faces of those women: gorgeous faces, yes, some of the most beautiful she had ever seen… but also, happy! Utterly happy and satisfied in a way she never saw her own face, with smiles she hadn’t even seen on her own mother. “HOLY SHIT!!!”

The expression of utter sexual satisfaction. The face of a bitch who had ascended to heaven!

Those three bitches had these faces, and they were as happy as one could be, yes, because they had been fecundated by such a stallion. “HOLY S-!!!!”

The power of that man of slapping those faces with such an expression…!

Of printing heavenly happiness into the faces of the world’s most beautiful women…!

Ahh. This was the hottest thing. “FUCK!!!!”

Stacy began to phase in and out of reality, back and forth from her consciousness as her bed frame gave in and she sunk ever deeper into it, almost drowning on the excess of her milk and pussy fluids.

Spliiiish!! Spliiiish!! Splaaaasshh!!

The place became a steamy mess as Stacy drove herself unconscious with orgasms.

Such a man…!

By god…! Such a stud!!

How could a man make three gorgeous women so happy?? Their bellies were so swollen! So big!

Stacy envied them – and pitied them as well. She knew she could have a much bigger belly, and also, she hated herself for not having it! For not having been bred by that man already!

How absurd! Who did those three inferior bitches thought they were to be bred by such a supreme stud? Didn’t they know that men like him belonged to her and only her?? The goddess of all women?!

“Holy… f-fucking shit… damn!! Damn!! DAAAMN!!!”

The hours pass, I don’t know how many, and Stacy squirted herself into a long and peaceful sleep.

* * * * *

She slept through the whole next day. That’s what she realized when she woke up, and dear sweet Jesus, her bedroom – once again – was a total mess! It was like a hurricane had gone through – and, in a way, it had.

Stacy was a panting, sweaty mess when she woke up, and it took her almost an hour to gather enough strength, recover her limbs, and get out of her wrecked, ruined bed. “Gosh, this place is a swamp – again!”

Indeed. It was getting really awkward to explain it to the cleaning teams – but whatever, who cares, she was richer than GOD and she needed no explaining to anyone. If she ever explained herself or apologized, well, it’s just because she was a genuinely good and nice person.

Or, you know, as a nice as a multi-billionaire mega-boobed heiress with flawless Nordic genes could be. XD

Stacy paid no attention to her completely ruined bedroom or flooded floor (though it was difficult walking out of it thanks to the stickiness of her fluids, which she had ejaculated by the liter!), as that had been her strongest orgasm ever – easily!

The strongest sex she’d ever had… and it wasn’t even sex!

Nope, she needed to do something about it ASAP. “I need to find this stud!” She licked her lips. “My little birthday gift!”

During her search, Stacy had found another thing: “He lives here, I know. There are payments going to some place secluded enough, isolated enough, but…”

She couldn’t yet find it, but her little fingering session gave her the extra kick and determination to go looking for it.

Didn’t took her too long to find it, though. If she couldn’t pinpoint the exact address to all those monthly payments, she could hire a few intelligence agencies to scout the place in search of any suspicious cabins or hideouts. “I know he wants privacy. Secrecy. I’m no different.’

It took her only a few weeks, but Stacy and her teams did eventually found the nice little cabin in the woods – not a cabin, again, but a two-store manor very well-hidden somewhere near the lake, on the exactly opposite of the shore where the town was situated. “Ah-hah! Found you, you hung… beast!”

Stacy noted how she was sillier than usual, behaving ever more like a cute, innocent girl. “It’s those orgasms! Fuuuck, I never ejaculated so hard!!”

She felt liberated, and upon approaching the secluded manor in the woods, she immediately knew that, yep, it belonged to her target. “Chad!”

Her breasts grew. Her nipples hardened. They pierced through her shirt, and her pussy swelled and hardened as well, mirroring her tits and ass, throbbing and liquefying instantly at the mere whiff of that stallions’ scent! “Hooooly sshhhh-!”

It smelled like horse in there.

It smelled like MAD.

“Stud!” Yep, yep. It smelled like Alpha stud. “This sure is the place where that hung animal lives!”

Stacy didn’t bother with propriety or respect or anything like this: she lock-picked the door herself, entered the manor, and immediately began to “bless it” with her squirt and her milk.

She couldn’t control herself, you see. The smell inside was too abrasive! “Jesus GOD!! It’s like I have my face stuffed in this young bull’s crotch!!” She shouted as she aggressively fingered herself with one hand and milked her giant tits with the other, her golden hair going wild and becoming a mess again as she ejaculated jet after jet on the floor, on the walls, and then from room to room, floor to floor, marking every inch of that room as her sexual territory. “Come to me, stud!!”

Stacy wished she could have celebrated her 18th birthday by nailing that horse, but alas, her birthday had come and gone. By the time she arrived at that cabin, that cottage, however you call it, she was a few weeks older than 18 (a hag, I know), and there she grew a few more weeks older as she waited, perhaps in vain, for her steed to return.

“Where are you, Chad?? Where are you… and your muscles… and your semen???”

Maddeningly, the bitch stayed there, day after day masturbating, smelling every nook and cranny of that place like it was a horse’s crotch, taking in the flavor of Chad’s cock and ball, the pungent scent of his salty semen, licking his giant, hairless balls in the air while she imagined them throbbing and pulsating with cow-exploding volumes of load…

“God! God! I need you, my god!! My… STUD!!”

… and waiting, yes. As usual, she kept waiting for his return. He was bound to come back someday, if only to pick up some things, arrange some business affairs, or… I don’t know. Reminisce about childhood or some shit like it.

“Come to me come to me come to me god PLEASE!!”

The days passed and turned to weeks.

The weeks passed and turned to months.

In time, Stacy’s excessive sniffing, cumming, and lactating had wiped out even Chad’s potent scent from the house, and she could no longer smell her horse, her bull of a breeding god, but instead only herself – “Aww!” – like she was all the way back in her ruined bedrooms. “Come on!”

Time passed, Stacy was, like, 18 years and a half old, maybe, and she stopped cumming daily after the scent of her stallion had worn off. “My life is such misery!”

The only times when she brought herself to orgasms as when she pulled up that image again of Chad’s stallion dad, but for her sake of her sanity (and her pussy), she did so sparingly, only a couple of days a week. “Cleaning up after me is always such a headache!”

Yep. Always took at least a whole day and a team of 100 people working for $500/h each!

Not that the cost made any difference to the belle, but… she just liked counting her money to show off. You know, it’s amazing being rich and hot! “Such misery!”

It was one of the cool days, one of the calm days when she heard somebody coming to that house. “Oh, god!” Stacy stood where she was, between the entry room and the living room of the cottage, when she heard that someone was coming close.

She froze like an animal. Deer-in-the-headlights kind of scenario. “Oh… my… god…”

Outside the door, she heard the deepest, manliest voice ever:

“I’m going to FUCK Stacy, goddamn it!!”

Her nipples went erect. Her pussy bulged aggressively. Her thighs were stained, soaking wet. Her breasts engorged and ass got fat, fat, FAT!

Most notably, her womb grew three times the usual size, and her microscopic waist became a little thicker, a little more bloated as her ovaries inflated like ostrich eggs bulging on her sides.

“Oh… m-my!” She whimpered and squealed like a chipmunk, and then she saw the door being opened, only slightly pushed by the stallion’s cock. “C-Chad.”

She knew it was Chad, alright. How could she not? She didn’t need to see him to know it, of course not! She knew his scent, after all. She had spent months taking it in! Hosing every inch of that house with her breast milk and pussy cum, all thanks to the brutal reactions that very scent caused on her.

The door swung open. The stallion walked him.

Tum! Tum! Tum!

God, his steps…!! The entire room rumbled!!

The horse was in. Taller and bigger and hunkier than she ever expected any creature to be.

Bigger than his dad. Bigger, bigger, way bigger than GOD, and it almost caused her to black out instantly.

“C-C-Chad?” The awestruck princess asked, and hers was the most beautiful voice Chad had ever heard; the most beautiful voice that could be heard, period.

Chad’s deep black eyes went wide, wide, wide… and then almost popped from his skull when he gasped, shocked and surprised, with the word booming from his thick neck like thunder: “Stacy?!!”

Stacy was there, just as she had been for months, waiting for him.