Enormous.

It was sunset now when a black Honda pulled into Bella's drive way. Exiting the vehicle was a slim, well dressed woman in business clothes. One of her hands held a cell phone up to her ear, brushing up against her short, brunette hair. The woman was Bella Thorne's manager, Lisa Coleman.

"It's me. I just pulled in to her place." Lisa said into the phone. "Yeah. I haven't heard anything about earlier. I'm just gonna check up on her. We'll try to reschedule next week. Alright. Bye."

Tapping the center of her phone, she ended the call and rang at Bella's front door.

Silence.

Again, she pushed the button off to the door's side.

Nothing.

"Ugh." the manager sighed, fumbling about the porch for the spare key.

Finding the rusty, old key under a decorative house plant, Lisa made her way inside.

Immediately, she knew something was wrong. The house reeked of sex, and a white goo was dripping down the stairs.

"Jesus. What the fuck has she been doing?" Lisa thought.

She called out for Bella, but only heard a moan answer from the bedroom.

Concerned, she darted up the stairs, trying not to slip on the slime coating the steps. It was at the celebrities bedroom she finally saw what had happened to the former star.

Most of Bella was unchanged. Her head, torso, arms, and legs were still intact. What concerned Lisa was the now 5-foot cock and beach-ball sized testicles hanging from her crotch. The redhead was clearly exhausted, her tired arms struggling to rub up and down the exaggeratedly huge length of her penis. Precum drooled from her tip like a leaky faucet.

"BELLA! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU???!!!" her manager cried!

"Mmm.... " the girl replied. The endless orgasms and exhaustion were finally catching up to her.

"So.... big.... can't.... stop...." was all Bella could mutter. "Please.... help...."

Lisa tried getting closer, if only to stop Bella from further exacerbating her condition. But in doing so, she had to wade through a thin puddle of spunk, as well as pry her hands off her rock-solid mast.

"Bella? You've got to stop, okay? I don't know how this happened, but you've got to-"

Before Lisa could finish, Bella managed to reach climax again. A torrent of jizz washed over Lisa, covering her entire body with white, hot love.

"Lisa? I'm.... I'm...."

And with that, Bella finally passed out onto her soaked bedspread. The manager stood there, shocked, disgusted, and oddly turned on by the experience.

Lisa made a break for the bathroom, hoping to at least wash the cum off her hands, face, and hair. But partway there, she felt a profuse heat radiate from between her thighs and into her groin. Feeling the cum-stained exterior of her skirt, she could feel a bulge forming.