You are a trained mover.

“I’ve moved larger things before by myself,” you tell Miss Nancy, while you pat her hard yet soft cock. You swing a leg over it, ass facing her and bend over. Your gooey outfit causes you to stick slightly.

“It seems too small,” Miss Nancy mutters to herself.

“That’s what they all say,” you reply.

You crawl to the end and hop off. You wedge her head between your cheeks and rub up and down, stimulating her. You feel it come to life; small spasms which you feel ripple through your cheeks. Then the tip becomes wet as her pre primes her pipes.

“I’m gonna cum!” Miss Nancy suddenly shouts.

You quickly eyeball her slit and position your hole and the first wave stretches you wide as it shoots out with more **** than you expected. “I got it, don’t hold back!”

Your hole closed in the few seconds between spurts but the next stretches you wide again, maybe even wider than the first. You feel your belly touch the floor at the end of that.

“You sure?” She asks, trying to **** it back down.

“Yes! Let it all out!”

You rear back and it comes so fast that you hear, feel and see your belly shoot out and then fall to the floor with a loud slap of flesh. You hear gasps from around you. You feel momentarily out of breath as your diaphragm adjusts as you are filled more quickly than ever before. Your hands grip your belly growing before your eyes. It surpasses yesterday’s size before she finishes.

“Sorry…I really blew you up there!” Miss Nancy laughs lightly. “I always cum *on* people, never *in* them!”

“Yeah…I can see why! I’m huge!”

You struggle to move but the mass of cum inside you is too soft to pick up. You feel Miss Nancy push against you, taking your struggle as a sign you need more. You push back.

“Should’ve known a trained mover like yourself wouldn’t let a belly full of cum stop him from doing his job,” Miss Nancy tells you, the effort clear in her voice.

“It hasn’t stopped me yet,” you reply, also pushing hard and widening your stance for the third time as she spreads you wider and wider. “Can I get a little help to get onto the sofa?”

You get plenty of volunteers to carry your belly forward a few feet an Miss Nancy follows, not letting up. As you reach the sofa, you widen your stance again and straddle it fully and a little more easily than you should have. Miss Nancy is larger than this piece of furniture!

“Making me feel like quite the freak here,” Miss Nancy observes. “I’m larger than the sofa!”

“I’ve never failed at a job yet in two decades of moving. I’m not starting now,” you declare.

You are on your tip toes, butt thrust it as far as it can go, cheeks spread around the object of your interest. The cum deposited there earlier as your outfit slowly re-moistens with the pre she added, allowing you to make slow progress. You can’t stand any wider so you balance with your hands on the furniture below you and hop and allow Miss Nancy to push you open wider. She keeps pushing.

“I’m not stopping,” she warns you.

You feel her push hard but you don’t resist as you look behind you and watch her suddenly gain entry. She was pushing with such **** that she stumbles forward to keep her balance and you see her entire length disappear between your cheeks until she is fully hilted. Her momentum carries her up and you feel her breasts slide up your back and she wraps her limbs around you to stop.

“Are you okay?” She asks quietly in your ear, with a little fear that you might not be.