And there’s still room for more!

Felicity’s comical expression matches your comical appearance as she adds more fuel to your desires. How are you ever going to go back to “normal” with this new person in your life that shares your fetishes for growth? Her titanic genitals are a perfect match for your ruined butthole. It’s just a stretched out rubberband that wants to keep being stretched more and more, because it will never be right again. Not that you think you can’t heal given some time, but you will always look ruined and only someone that understands you, like Felicity, will accept that. So why stop in the first place?

Your baby bump is becoming another cum-bloated bulge on your misshapen body as Felicity winds down again. You could only loosely be described as “feminine” with the cock lodged in your middle. Your breasts are firmly sidelined now as Felicity’s dick has grown wide enough to take up your entire chest area and now rest under your chin. Your pale skin is now nearly transparant to the point you can see her urethra when you look down. It remains wide open as you gaze into its depths. You stick your tongue into it and marvel at your skin’s condom-like elasticity.

“I didn’t think I was literally a human condom, but here I am,” you observe aloud. “Your pipe is gaping.”

“I can’t seem to flex it closed. That last cum felt like the volume was stretching my urethra more than it could handle, to the point it must have stretched it out. Does it bother you?”

“Not at all! Just feels like I’m looking down the barrel of a cannon.”

“Am I gaping that wide?!?” Felicity exclaims.

“Yeah, you’ve got huge pipes,” you respond with admiration.

“Her balls are keeping up, too,” Dee adds.

“She will need those pipes to handle that volume. I trust you are aware of the consequences of that much fertile cum, baby?” Jay asks, knowing the answer.

“I’m going to be the first male to give birth!”