Bound

After a while, you wake up. As you look around, the first thing you notice is that you're somewhere else; it's a much darker place. As you try to move, you note that your hands and feet are bound by some invisible **** and your floating in place! not like you could move anyway with your huge... oh! Your stomach is back to normal. How did that happen? As you struggle a bit, Mary appears! phases through the wall and looks at you. "Oh! My cumdump woke up! Good morning!" Mary gets closer in front of her face. "You must be wondering where you are and why your stomach is flat again" She looks down at her cock, that seemed even bigger now than before. "Well, you passed out, and it was a bummer! I didn't get to finish!" She pouts. "So... i took you to my basement!!" Mary gestures to the space around them, swirling darkness around them. "And don't worry about your stomach, this ghost cum runs on different rules. Live body can absorb that shit real fast! so it always goes back to its original state while you get to stay hydrated and feed! that means..." She trails off, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You're my cumdumpster... forever."

The words hung in the darkness, not a threat, but a statement of fact. Forever. The concept was so vast, so absolute, that Sara's mind couldn't grasp it. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the suffocating silence of Mary's domain. She struggled again, her abs flexing against the invisible bonds, her wide hips twisting, but it was useless. She was completely immobilized.

"Why... why me?" she managed to **** out, her voice a small, hoarse whisper.

Mary floated closer, her blue aura casting an eerie glow on Sara's terrified face. "Why you? Because your mouth is magical, silly!" she said, as if explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "And your body..." The ghost's gaze swept over Sara's exposed curves. "Your body is built to take. we are a perfect match!"

Mary then did a strange thing. She leaned in, her translucent face inches from Sara's, and kissed her. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but a transfer. Mary's cool, ethereal lips pressed against Sara's, and with them came a jolt of what felt like pure, undiluted pleasure. It was a taste of what was to come, a promise. Then Mary pulled back, her grin wider than ever. "Also, I've decided. No games. Just this." She pointed a finger at her now impossibly large cock. "And this." She tapped Sara's plump, trembling lips.

"You passed out on me. That's rude," Mary declared, her voice losing its playful edge and taking on a firm, commanding tone. "No more passing out. I'm going to make sure you can take it. All of it. For as long as I want." With a flick of her spectral wrist, a strange energy coursed through Sara's body. It felt like pins and needles, but instead of pain, it brought a bizarre kind of strength. "Just a little ghostly enchantment ," Mary explained. "You won't pass out from lack of air. Your body will handle the... volume. All that's left is your mind." Mary's smile was now truly predatory. "I want you wide awake for this, my cumdumpster. Every single moment."

The terror in Sara's blue eyes was a delicacy to Mary. She savored it for a moment before she moved. There was no warm-up this time. No playful wagging. Mary simply lined up the colossal head of her ghostly cock with Sara's already-abused lips and pushed.

The stretch was immense, a burning, unbelievable pressure that had Sara's eyes rolling back in her skull. But something was different. Mary's enchantment worked. Her jaw didn't feel like it would break. Her throat, already accustomed to the invader, yielded willingly. The sensation was still overwhelming, a fullness that bordered on pain, but it was a fullness she could now endure. And endure she did, for hours, for what felt like an eternity.

Mary found a rhythm, a punishing, relentless pace that turned Sara into nothing more than a living Fleshlight. She used Sara's body, her mouth, her throat as her personal plaything. Each thrust was deeper, harder than the last. Mary's spectral balls, heavy and large, slapped against Sara's chin with a wet, rhythmic beat that became the soundtrack to her new reality.