The Largest Possible - Getting Reality Checked

"I want this one." You say it breathlessly. It's beyond just a strap-on, it looks more like something from a terrible Hentai comic or something, it's description hurting your ass just from reading it. ASS EVISCERATOR, YOU WON'T FIT THIS IN - GUARANTEED. You can't even wrap your full hand around it. The straps to put it on someone's hips to strap it in are very much heavy duty. It's wide enough you'd be gaping by the end of the experience, if you could even fit the tip in you, that is.

Carrie looks around the sex shop and gropes you for a second. She smiles.

"Baby, I want a trillion bucks, but I can't have that. That just is unrealistic." She says. Your face seems crestfallen, or at least it's noticeable.

"Unrealistic for now, that is." She says with a hand on your back. You and Carrie both shop around more freely after that. You settle on a double-sided pink strap-on, Carrie buying a few things in secret, away form your prying eyes. The sex shop workers seem to leave you both alone with the teasing. When you arrive home, you're eager, but Carrie stops you in your tracks before you're allowed to rip open the packages from the sex store.

"I think dinner is in order, then you need to shave, don't you?" She says with a smile. Dinners a quick affair, quicker than maybe Carrie would've liked, but you make a not so terrible meal for you both.

"Still think I need cooking classes?" You say slyly, your clothes feeling itchy - you feel a little less like a pin cushion.

Carrie giggles. "I'll keep that to myself."

You both run off to the shower and Carrie, much to your chagrin, holds your hand to 'prep' you for the night. It's all a blur once Carrie teases your nipples in the shower, fading into some realm of sexual ethereal pleasure. The satin sheets of the bed make contact with your skin. Its the first thing you'd notice, not having felt the razor, or Carrie cleaning your ass.

"Now, from today's shopping." Carrie starts to rummage through the packaging. "Grab the headboard for me, dear."

You do as you're told. You're fully naked by this point, Carrie still clothed, and you shiver from the cold. A necklace slips itself around your neck, making you look down.

It's no necklace, nor is it a common choker or jewel.

It's a statement which brings a blush to your cheeks. The large pink choker reads two simple words.

SIZE QUEEN

Carrie doesn't given you time to read the choker's text, instead making you grab the headboard again, having slipped to strap-on you both chose on and lubing it up. In no time, you're losing your anal virginity. It's nothing like you imagined. Flesh is tearing, much like how you imagine a hymen tears, and you feel your orgasm popping up in seconds. You coat the sheets in seed, while Carrie whispers into your ear. Your nipples become the next point of focus as you cum over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and ove....

It's all a blur by the end.

"You like that?" Carrie questions. "You do, don't you bitch." Carrie questions once more. "Thrust against me." Carrie orders. "**** your prostate against the strap-on." Carrie orders. "Coat our sheets in your baby batter." Carrie says. "Enj-...."

Eventually you don't even process whatever she's saying. You're a wreck of pleasured nerves and an overly stimulated prostate. Carrie asks how you're doing by the end of it, maybe minutes, seconds, hours, days after the experince. All you can mutter before passing out in her arms, resting in her juices and your seed, is a simple:

"I wish we had a mirror to show my reflection."

Carrie smiles and kisses you. You pass out in each other's arms.

****

It's a joint effort to clean the bed sheets in the morning. You both work together, rushing before work. Carrie lets you make a quick breakfast for the both of you. Eggs, sausage and toast; black coffee for her, and by her orders, half milk, sugar and coffee for you. Sitting there together enjoying your morning, Carrie poses you a question. Your ass hurts like a motherfucker from the night before. Your anus is sore, and you feel embarrassed at having lost your anal virginity and not remembering much of it at all. Your nipples feel...erratic to put it lightly.

"I'll give you the day to think about this one baby, but let's talk about your next important change to start working on." She painfully grips your butt. You yelp. She apologized with a slight giggle. "What're we gonna turn these cheeks into? A mom butt? A Brazilian booty? A silicone stuffed ass? An Amazonian muscular rump? I'll let you think it over."

You have a day of work to really consider your options. All of them sound fun....