You sit back and enjoy it.

Despite her clear inexperience Bambi is a naturally enthusiastic cocksucker. She licks and kisses your head like a lollipop then with a kink of her neck she takes your impressive length fully into her mouth and throat with out gagging. She’s warm and wet. Her chin rests against your ball sack and she looks up at you with obedience and submissiveness as she bobs her head. You play with her milk laden breasts, fondling the nipples which leak a little. She groans as her hand slips into her panties and she fingers herself.

You reach across and type. -Men can have multiple orgasms.- and as you finish you feel a tug at your scrotum as your balls swell in diameter and weight. Bambi cups your balls which now dangle a good inch and a half lower to keep cool. Your pants turn into a kilt like garment.

“I love your balls,” she says as she slides back off you. You look down at your monstrous cock.

“Don’t stop. You love it....” you remind her.

Bambi grins and keeps going. Soon you feel a familiar tingling in your balls and a pleasant burning of your cock. You cum, hard. And you keep cumming. Bambi takes it all.

“Oh... shit...” you mutter as you just keep on cumming. Again and again... it’s too much. With such a large cock your blood pressure is lower. Combined with this endless orgasm... you stagger and faint.

***

There is a tick sound. Tack. Distantly you realise someone is using a typewriter. That... the typewriter?! You rouse yourself to see Bambi hesitantly working on it. You chuckle. She can’t read or write. You don’t feel at risk... “Bambi. Don’t play with that.” You say as you stand and see what she is writing. You expect to see random gobbledegook but there are words. She’s copied something. You freeze as you read what she’s copied. She can’t read or write but ... “Oh fuck me!” You mutter, realising that copying isn’t necessarily reading or writing... and she copied what she had previously typed. -Bambi and I swap minds-

You feel the world shift as you go from you body back to Bambi. The taste of cum is still in her - your mouth and you feel a tingling pleasurably moist warmth in your swollen loins.

“Don’t worry. I will.” John smith says.

You’re totally Bambi again.