Pull

You never let something completely inside you before. It could get lost…but it also feels so filling. Your urge to be full wins and you pull it up further inside with your muscles.

“Can you get it out?” Melody asks, quieter this time.

You leave and return with a full-sized 16oz bottle. Your lubed hole welcomes it hungrily…to a point.

“Wait…stop…you are going to hurt yourself…” You look back and see Melody flushed with what you hope is arousal.

“I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt. I feel so full…and loose. I can do this in private…?” You offer.

“Nope! I’m with you…virtually at least,” she quickly affirms.

You strain as your loose hole isn’t quite loose enough. You want this and alternate pushing it inside and loosening your loose ring and bouncing on the widest part. Your juices are running down the bottle, causing the base to slip slightly.

“I’m going to fuck this big cock! I’m going to take it all…!” You shout in frustration.

“You will get it! Show that big fuckstick who’s boss! You are making progress! Trust me, I’ve got a great view! Show me how hard you will work to satisfy me!”

“I’ll satisfy you…and your fat cock,” you grunt, joining her roleplay.

“I know you will. You can have all my cum, too. I’ll fill you up!”

“I won’t let you out until I can’t take another drop,” you tell her.

“I’m going to round out that belly with my seed,” Melody fires back.

“Ahh…I’m in. You’re in!” You sink past the widest party and sit on the desk. Your arms free, you mock out the outline of your round belly. “Look how big I am! You filled me so round!”

“You know it,” you hear Melody sigh.

You relax your body and breathe. Then you sit down in your chair gingerly and look Melody in the eyes. You both smile and take a deep breath.

“So now that *that’s* out of the way…” she begins, “…we need to get your measurements.”

“Uh, I think I’m a 32” waist,” you begin.

“Good to know,” she snickers, “but I meant the space for your home office so we can get you equipped.”

“Ah, oh…”

“Unless you want me to buy you something to show off that ass instead? …or in addition?” Melody laughs lightly as you turn red. “Right, 32” waist…”

“I’ll measure my space, hold on…”

You stand and turn to stretch. You rub your cheeks and run your finger around the bottle in your ass. It’s huge. You sway your hips so your cheeks rub against the plastic parting them and it feels amazing.

“One 32” thong…” you hear her taunt from behind you.

“With the high waistband,” you wink. You sway your hips as you walk away to find a tape measure.