Suck it

Kira's lips curve into a smile at the command. She doesn't answer with words, just shifts forward, her hand guiding the thick length of him toward her mouth. She takes him in slowly, her lips stretching around his girth, her eyes watered, fluttering up to meet his as she descends inch by inch. A low moan vibrates around him as her tongue presses flat against the underside, exploring, tasting.

She pulls back just as slowly, a strand of saliva connecting her lips and the head of his cock, then dives again, deeper this time, her fingers wrapping around the part she can't fit. She works him with a rhythm — soft, wet, deliberate — each bob of her head pulling another low sound from the back of her throat.

The bathroom is a cocoon of heat and quiet wet sounds, muffling the chaos of a party collapsing elsewhere in the house.

I need to fuck that ass, take the puff

Kira pulls off him with a wet, breathless gasp, a thin strand of spit still connecting her lips to the head of his cock. She looks up, eyes dark and hungry, and reaches into her jacket pocket — pulling out the vape.

"One more hit," she whispers, "make it perfect for you."

She brings it to her lips and pulls, holding the smoke in her lungs as she turns around, bracing herself against the sink. The vapor curls out of her mouth as she bends forward, looking back at him over her shoulder. Even before she exhales fully, the change takes hold — her hips flare wider, her ass swelling into a rounder, heavier curve that strains the seams of her jeans. Her waist pulls in tighter, emphasizing the new fullness behind her. Her shirt rides up as she arches her back, presenting herself.

"Fuck," she breathes, feeling the shift, a shiver running through her. "That's... that's a lot." She reaches back, cupping her own cheek, squeezing it, almost in disbelief at the weight there now.

She presses her ass back against the hard line of his cock, the heat of her through denim already searing. "Alright. Show me what that body can do”

Cesar doesn't waste a second. He grips those widened hips, fingers digging into her soft skin as he rips her jeans down. He drives into her with a powerful, heavy thrust, the sound of the impact echoing off the bathroom tiles. Kira lets out a loud, strangled scream of pleasure, her fingers clawing at the edge of the sink as she's hammered into the porcelain.

As he pounds into her, the lingering magic of the vape surges. Kira's chest begins to heave, and with every wet slap of his thighs against her ass, her breasts swell. They grow heavier, rounder, pushing out of her band tee until the fabric groans. They swell past a C, then a D, becoming heavy, aching mounds that bounce and sway with the violent rhythm of his thrusts.

"Oh god—!" Kira gasps, her head tossing back, eyes rolling. She feels her chest expanding, the skin tightening as she becomes a walking fantasy. "I can't—! They're so heavy! Fuck me harder!"

Cesar’s new strength is relentless. He lifts her slightly off the floor, his muscles rippling as he drives himself deeper into her, the sheer size of him filling her completely while her breasts continue to grow, spilling out of her shirt in a surge of soft, heavy flesh.