If she is, please don’t disturb.

Stroking the veiny twitching cock of so many dreams. The beastly head eagerly drooled its hungry pre. Being fueled now by the collective mass of the spunk-covered quivering bodies behind him. Their collective quaking, aching moans, still blissfully dicked into dreams.

“What happe-”, they trailed off.

Her eyes were like saucers seeing him, so different, so biiig. She watched him slowly take his strong steps towards her. Trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes, trying to focus. He looked bigger. Watching his steady breaths but his chest barely fell. His wide chest cut by deep lines of his now aggressively taut eight pack, flanked by engorged obliques. This Grecian statue made flesh continued to inflate with each step. His pumped rod is a full foot now, twitching demandingly toward her. His thick thighs and calves, flexed mightily, purposefully toward her. His 6’5” frame dwarfed her, soon looming over her.

“Hey Sam.” said all too casually, jerking himself.

Her eyes fluttered back, fainting at the sight. He was able to grab her before she hit the floor. His warm strong hands, lovingly tussled through her hair. The other rubbing her back, slowly her eyes fluttering back to his striations. Sitting at her languid eye level of the herculean pecs, finding her hand holds had been his impregnable abs. Absently squirming as looked up, nearly pleadingly, to his striking face. He watched as the realization hit her, his hands were on her lovingly rubbing her up. Which meant…

“Sofuckignbig.God!”, her breath was coming raggedly.

Her pussy quivered, leaking its need. His mammoth rod flexed under her, still able to lift her further. He was holding her solely on his dick.

“IwishIwasbigger.Iwantit. NEED.IT.IN.ME!”, she cried.

It was too much, Sam was gibbering in a voracious need. Her folds glossed his length as she ground herself against the veiny mass now bouncing her demandingly.

He groaned at the thought, feeling her need quivering at every word. “I wish you grew with me. Fuck, I love you.”

Her breath caught at his words, flush turning burning hot. It is close to godliness to give the needy their want, to provide. And Sam currently found herself the closest in the word to godliness, still shivering on it. She being the first recipient of his boon, as the dreams now welled in her. Answering her wish. Her prayer.

Holding her tightly, he moved her to his bulbous head. Vainly only partially able to get his head passed her flooded gate, still she gyrated her want on him. Her breath was quick, slowly inching up with each breath. Clenching hard as his tool slides in, breaching further as he begins to sway. Body muscles growing with each breath, now swelling passed a swimmer. Her hips pushing against his hands, widening and strengthening in step. Her stomach tapered in, as faint lines began to grow in definition. Her chest swelling, perky nubs sloshing further toward the sky.

Ed was watching her inflate as he was able to bury more and more of himself deeper. His moans become longer each with the lengthening strokes. His friend of years was becoming the woman of his dreams in his hands, and on his cock. Her canal near a constant state of convulsion, milked at his member, eking more of him inside.

Ed’s hands now taking greater hold of her growing form impaled on him. His stamina was nearly tireless, steady breath worked his length in her.

He watched as the growth seemed to pass. Here now was Sam, 6 foot, half a head shorter than him, with the frame now of a CrossFit pro. Strong taut muscles can be seen stirring, as her quivering seemed caseless now. Her chest now proudly defiant E cups held up by a strong chest. Her hourglass body only further accentuated by the sinewy 6 pack that held both ends. Strong back extended to her powerful cheeks and thick thighs, he was holding her by. No longer mousy, her face had lengthened, her cheeks lifted. The long lashes bat with her piercing stare, looking up with glossy grown, to ever-so-kissable, lips. She was easily the hottest woman in the room now.

Ed roared as the last of his power finished in Sam, so did he. His massive package broiled its batter. Feeling the deep plunge of his organ, now stirring in her, her hands grasp onto him tightly. A torrent of years of pent up dreams of Sam, of them growing. Of them both growing. All being played out. …and she shared that dream. More than should be possible, steady streams of sticky white poured out from their conjoined sex. Each of them spasming on, and in, the other.

They both held each other like that as the climactic waves of their copulation slowly abated. He heard the shaky, now tantalizingly alluring voice, “I love you too, Ed.”