You ask her to be gentle

"I... guess we could try, if you're gentle," you whisper, heart hammering in your chest. Your body feels both hypersensitive and unfamiliar—like wearing someone else's skin.

Relief floods Abigail's face. "I'll be so careful," she promises, leaning forward to kiss you. The kiss itself is familiar—her lips, her taste—but the hunger behind it is new, almost ****.

She moves between your legs with surprising confidence, her massive cock bobbing heavily. You spread your thighs, feeling exposed and **** as cool air hits your new pussy. You're wet—a strange sensation you've never felt before—but looking at the sheer girth of her, you wonder if that will be enough.

"I'll go slow," she whispers, positioning herself at your entrance. The hot, blunt head of her cock presses against your folds, and you gasp at the contact. Even this gentle touch sends electricity up your spine.

She pushes forward, and immediately you feel a burning stretch. What should be pleasure becomes sharp discomfort.

"Wait!" you cry out, your new voice high and breathy. "It's too much!"

Abigail freezes, only the very tip inside you. "I'm sorry," she pants, clearly struggling with her own need. "Should I stop?"

You take a deep breath, trying to relax muscles you never had before. "Just... go slower. Maybe use your fingers first?"

She nods, withdrawing to circle your entrance with her fingers. They slip easily through your wetness, and one finger slides inside. The sensation is strange but pleasant—fullness without pain. She adds a second finger, stretching you gently, and you feel your body responding, softening, opening.

When she tries again with her cock, the initial pressure is still intense. Your pussy stretches painfully around her girth, and tears spring to your eyes.

"Fuck," you gasp, clutching her shoulders. "You're so big."

Only the first two inches are inside you, and already it feels like you're being split open. The pain mingles with a deep, unfamiliar pleasure that radiates from where you're joined.

"Should I pull out?" Abigail asks, her voice strained, balls tight with the need for release.

"No," you hear yourself say. "Just... hold still. Let me adjust."

You breathe through the burning stretch, feeling your new body slowly accommodate her size. After a minute, the sharp pain dulls to a more manageable ache, and you experimentally rock your hips.

"Oh," you gasp, as the movement sends a jolt of pleasure through you. "That's... better."

Abigail moans, sinking another inch into you. "You're so tight," she whispers reverently. "So wet and hot. I never knew it felt like this."

The stretch is still intense, borderline painful, but your body is producing more slickness in response. You feel it coating her shaft, easing the way as she works herself deeper.

"More," you find yourself saying, surrendering to the strange new sensations. "Slow, but more."

Abigail tries to maintain control, but her inexperience with her new equipment betrays her. Her hips jerk forward suddenly, driving another thick inch inside you.

"Ah!" you cry out, pain flaring sharp and hot. "Too much!"

But Abigail's eyes have glazed over, her breathing ragged. "So tight," she moans, lost in sensation. "So fucking good."

You grab her shoulders, trying to slow her down, but her need has taken over. She pushes steadily forward, her massive girth stretching you beyond comfort. What started as discomfort transforms into raw, burning pain. Your pussy feels brutally stretched, tissues straining to accommodate her unnatural size.

"Wait—please," you gasp, tears springing to your eyes. "It hurts!"

But Abigail is lost in her own pleasure, the tight wet heat of your body overwhelming her senses. She continues pressing forward until finally, with a deep groan, she bottoms out inside you, her heavy balls resting against your ass.

"Oh fuck," she moans, eyes closed in ecstasy. "I'm all the way in you. All the way in my wife's tight pussy."

The pain is sharp and relentless. You feel impaled, stuffed beyond capacity. Your internal walls are stretched thin around her, and each small movement sends fresh waves of agony through you. Where pleasure should bloom, there's only a deep, throbbing ache and the unsettling feeling of being too full.

This isn't how it's supposed to feel, you think, tears rolling down your cheeks.

But above you, Abigail is transported. Her face is transformed with pleasure—mouth open, eyes unfocused, skin flushed. Small tremors run through her body as she experiences the tight grip of your pussy around her shaft.

"Baby," she gasps, looking down at you with wonder. "This feels incredible. You're squeezing me so tight."

She doesn't seem to notice your grimace, the way your fingers dig into her arms, the tears wetting your cheeks. In her inexperience, she mistakes your body's resistance for pleasure.

"I can feel everything," she whispers, her cock throbbing painfully inside you. "Every squeeze, every pulse. Is this what it's like? Is this what you used to feel?"

You can only manage a tight nod, unwilling to shatter her moment. You're determined to endure this—for her, for your future family—but your body is sending clear signals that this is too much, too soon.