Sue Can't Stop Masturbating - And The Changes Accelerate

Sue Storm knew now. What was happening to her. How her body was changing. It should have horrified her. Should have been the point at which she stopped using the toy, stopped visiting Porkum, sought help.

Instead, it made it so much hotter.

In the shower, she bottomed out on the toy, her dark, swollen labia stretching easily as two feet of cock crammed themselves into an increasingly accommodating snatch. The dark labia softened subtly into a brighter pink flesh which visibly spread upwards and outwards over her crotch and thighs. As her ass slammed down on the toy, Sue's hands found the soft buds along her abdomen, the first hint of the nipples that would emerge.

Already, her appetite was a constant need, and Sue's healthy diet had given away to secret snacking. In her workouts, she began lifting heavier weights, alert to her increasing strength, the ease with which she was putting on muscle. Food tasted so good now, and she could smell when Franklin stole a cookie from the jar, or Johnny was covered with the faint perfume of some skank. She could hear Valeria ask "where's mommy?" as Sue hid out in her private bathroom, Ben Grimm making an excuse as Sue **** Porkum's toy to saw in and out of her needy, dripping cunt.

The transformation was accelerating. Sue could feel it. She had been careful to adjust her uniform to cover her entire body, so that no one could see the spreading pink stain that reached almost to her navel now, and to hide the extra nipples, the puffy mass of her swollen and every-ready labia. Pounds had thickened her frame and when Sue had adapted a skirt to her costume, they thought it was to hide the incipient middle-aged spread, not the small, curly pink tail that had emerged one night from the end of her spine.

It's almost a game, Sue thought as she lay in bed at night, trying her best to stuff the massive toy down her throat. The greasy scent of Porkum permeated every inch of the massive dong, his DNA tainting her irreparably.

How long can I get away with this before I'm found out?

Because once that happened—once Sue couldn't hide anymore—she knew she would run. Right into Porkum's arms. Onto his cock. Four fingers squeezed easily into her sodden slit as the base of the swollen toy touched her chin, her mouth stretched wider than should have been possible, and she moaned around two feet of fake cock, wishing it was the real thing.