Valley

I woke up from a first in my life, which was easier explained when I took note of my surroundings, as I dreamed about riding Belle while wearing a dress, the position I was in now not too far fetched from the dream, because I somehow became the small spoon.

Belle hasn't woken up yet and I wondered if I could somehow escape the arm holding onto my swollen tummy to slip down and blow her while she was still asleep.

The deep breath against my neck told me that the slumbering deepthroat was off the table, though as her elephant trunk of a cock wedged itself through my thighs, a few other ideas came to mind.

"Morning, baby. Oops sorry..." She wearily hugged me closer, until the soft feeling of my belly alerted her to be more careful.

"Hey...baby... is it me or are you even bigger now?" The pressure on my stomach was of no issue as I laid my hands on the throbbing hard dick emerging from between my legs.

"Huh? Maybe, I don't know... wanna measure it?" We separated from each other and sat up to get a better look of her 'morning wood', with me kneeling beside her as she simply sat with spread legs, pole jutted up and waving in the air.

She didn't need to suggest it twice to have me set into motion and excitedly search for the measuring tape.

Belle has stood up and taken off her shirt in the meantime, as I returned and instantly dropped to my knees in front of her.

"Wow... 15.3 inches, 39 cm to be more precise, you're... amazing, baby..." That was almost double of the 8 inch mark most would deem huge, which means her balls, which I already had a similar feeling about earlier, must have also grown, explaining the ability of her being able to inflate me with this much cum, though the pure willpower to fill me up might also play a big factor.

"And what do you think I should do with this thing? It's so hard, can you help me calm it down?" Now it was her turn to play the naive one, as she idly swung her hips from left to right, making the cock and balls alike slap against her thighs audibly and almost me in the face.

"Will you help me?" She repeated her question as I was transfixed by her shaft.

"Uhuh.." I devoted myself to her request wordlessly, slowly bringing my face closer without even noticing it, until I was eye to eye with the big piss slit, which brought forth a huge bead of pre I couldn't help but lap up.

A contented sigh from above interrupted my stupor of marveling at her size and savoring her taste, and I shifted gears to give her a show as well if I was to have my fill.

"mmh *smooch* *kiss* *lick* mwha *kiss* *smacksmack*" My hands kept her dick still, while I made out with the fat tip, looking up at her while occasionally slapping it on my tongue or my face in general.

I of course lapped at the rest of her dick, though it was difficult without just shoving it down my throat, but that I wanted to reserve that for another time, and I hoped my devoting eyes looking up at hers as I caked her fuckstick with my saliva worked to debase myself in a particular way as foreplay.

I gently motioned her to lay down on her back and climbed on top of her in a proficiently slutty way.

I still had to rely on her to line up with my hole while I hovered above her, looking into her eyes.

With the knowledge of her actual size in mind, I took my time on top of her, enjoying its growth, as I felt every vein pulse inside of me.

My hands were placed flat against her abs as I used her hard muscles to carry my weight, while I began moving up and down her shaft.

Each time my ass met her balls there was a little bulge appearing from my stomach, which, as I hilted myself for a little longer, got noticed by Belle as well, who had been enjoying the show I was giving her and was laid back, letting me fuck myself on her prick in my own tempo, up until now.

As I raised my hips and prepared for the intense second long journey back down, Belle seized my hips, halting my movement mid air and brought her hips up herself, leaving me surprised for a moment and making my hands move up a little on her 6-pack as I steadied myself for the inevitable repetition of that thrust.

Her hips lowered, though never met the mattress as they pistoned back up, raising my height a little and making her balls slap my cheeks loudly.

Thus began what I had dreamed about earlier, her huge dick trying to reshape my insides, with the small detail of the sundress missing, but that could be arranged some other time as her thrusts made my dick spurt a few translucent droplets onto her abs.

I moaned out girlishly, both through my orgasm and right after when she lifted me and laid me down.

I was practically folded in half as she squatted over me, the position she adopted means that all she had to do to really lay into me was lean over and my asshole was in the perfect angle to be pounded.

That was exactly what she did, with a bit more care at the beginning, which was quickly thrown to the side in order to see how hard she could fuck me.

I couldn't bring myself to not tell her how good it felt and how huge her cock was and that only she could pound me into submission like this, which she appreciated and in turn fucked me harder, obliterating my prostate into mush.

I don't know for sure, but I felt like she was holding out to release a really big load, as her hammering started to sting my cheeks, which subsided to numbness and flared back up again as time passed.

Her cute grunts had a raw and dominant tone to them, complimenting my whorish moans that must have traveled through the whole apartment, leaving our neighbors irritated if it penetrated the walls, though we didn't care, nothing could stop our feverish fornication.

I was actually glad as her groans grew more rugged and irregular, as I couldn't match her endless stamina for long.

As her tongue invaded my mouth and stifled our sounds a little, her hips came crashing down one more time to unload whatever monstrosity of a batch her balls have been working up this whole time.

I could feel the power with which it released inside me, the amount and velocity a freak of nature no ovaries ever needed.

She ravaged my mouth the same way she did my ass, her tongue wrestling mine into submission as her hips jerked and deposited rope after rope 15 inches deep in my boypussy.

It was towards the tail end of her cumshot that she pulled out and away to give me a facial consisting of 5 fat ropes of hot, thick semen, all shot square in my face and marking me as hers.

Belle was coaxing every last drop out of her dick, which landed precisely on my lips as she squatted down over me, her fat balls hanging low enough to rest on my stomach.

I felt ready to pop I was so full, though I luckily didn't, allowing me to lay down flat on my back as Belle stood over me, inspecting her work and idly massaging her dick.

She let me lap up whatever cum was left on her rod before excusing herself to the bathroom, while I calmed down from the workout I just went through.

Funny that this workout left me with a 4 months pregnant belly. The added weight was easily noticeable and it took me a few steps to get used to the feeling, though I managed, waddling to the couch to put the discarded leggings back on and fixing my outfit in general.

We might have to shower again if Belle keeps up pounding me like that every time.

Well I couldn't walk around with her sticky spunk stuck to my face all day.

The bathroom door was wide open, the loud stream prior, the flushing toilet and her turning to the sink leaving no mistake that she just peed, though I wonder if she only turned the water on to clean the huge flaccid snake sliding between her fingers and not wash her hands like you're supposed to after peeing... a minor flaw like that would at least prove that she's not a highly advanced robot with the mission of figuring out the maximum stretching capacity of a male's anus.

"Oh god, babe. I never thought seeing you walk around like that would be a reality I'd be allowed to witness." Belle turned and commented on the facial she just gave me in combination with the cum-filled belly and accentuating outfit. Maybe I should scrap the plans to wash my fac-

"But- all cum would get in the way of making out..."

"Hmm I guess you're right..." Great, shouldn't have said that.

"...can I... can I take a picture though? I promise I'll keep it to myself. Please?"

I turned red as I actually began considering it, and remained that way as she got more excited after taking the first one.

She took that first picture while standing, but tried to get a better angle, and so two minutes later, I found myself on my knees in front of her, an expertly improvised array of expressions ranging from cock shock to reverent stare, with varying degrees of erection from her as she started to get hard, though not fully, leaving me with a semi-hard monster on my chest and her squatting over me, checking on what I hoped to be the last picture, as I felt awkward in front of a camera, although her dick provided a decent distraction at times.

"Fuck, you look good in these..." She did seem very excited about the outcome though, as she mumbled on from time to time.

"You think so... thanks..." There was a part of me that couldn't help but worry that she would actually keep them to herself, there was also a part of me that thought about improving certain aspects of the photos, wether it be my look or the angle or whatever, though I kept that to myself and awkwardly thanked her.

I washed my face while she concerned herself about food.

"Hey, you alright with ordering something?" I just stepped out of the bathroom when Belle showed me the delivery app, currently displaying an Italian place that was in our area.

"Yeah, sure"

"Alright, you want pasta or pizza or..."

It was pretty hilarious how we both tried to come up with something to do that wouldn't result in us banging for once as we waited for the food to come.

Belle had put on the pants from earlier, as well as boxer shorts she borrowed from me to further conceal her dong in anticipation of picking up the pizza and pasta we ordered, as I was too shy to even step a foot outside in this costume, and luckily the unreal bulge she gave off in the same underwear I used to wear got covered by the baggy sweats, although it was still visible if you knew where to look and feel, especially when resting your head on her lap.

"Oh, be right back." The bell ringing roused the, almost, namesake to spring up and greet the delivery driver downstairs and returned quicker than expected considering the flights of stairs and old, heavy front door that she'd have to open with one hand while balancing the boxes in the other, allowing us to indulge in an uneventful and lazy day of playing games, eating junk and cuddling each other to exhaustion.

We made the best out of what was probably the second last day before the apartment would have two to three more people roaming around.

The quiet of these moments was something I deeply cherished, even more because I could tell she cherished them too.

I always thought my time was running out to experience this kind of stuff, but I suppose 18 is pretty early to find out what I want in a relationship.

The way my love live resembled an icy tundra before, there wasn't a moment I didn't think about sex as of late, I was proverbially heated all the time if she was around, a scorching valley of temptation I had to resist as she took comfort in the fat of my ass, kneading and grabbing it to her desire.