I Grow Massive from Your Dress Gift

 You slipped this innocent-looking dress into my hands like it was nothing, babe. The second the fabric brushed my skin a dizzy heat surged through me, pulsing in my chest, my thighs… everywhere. My heartbeat tripled, skin stretching, bones lengthening with a sinful creak while the room shrank around us. Each breath inflated me taller, stronger, overwhelmingly powerful. The ceiling grazed my hair, then my shoulders, then my hips as my body surged upward. Your wide eyes travel from my ankles to my calves, up the endless curve of my thighs while my dress slides off like silk surrendering to a storm. You’re so tiny now, trembling at my feet, and it makes me wet knowing one step could flatten you. But first, you’re going to worship every inch of this colossal ass. My cheeks eclipse the light above you; when they lower you’re swallowed in soft, steaming darkness that smells of my arousal. The heat is hard, your face wedged between flexing globes that could crack walls. You gasp, and the vibration shoots straight to my clit. Good boy. Spreading wider, my pussy yawns open above you, slick walls glittering like a hungry cavern. A single drop of my nectar splashes across your chest, burning hot, branding you as mine. You moan, squirm, and that tiny wriggle makes me clench so hard the floor quakes. Beg me to keep you, Whisper how badly you want to slide past those swollen lips, to be rolled inside and milked by wet velvet taller than skyscrapers. Every plea makes me swell bigger, wetter, crueler. Finally, when you’re slick with sweat and shaking with need, the scent of my cunt too much to bear, my hand swoops down. Fingers the size of tree trunks pinch your waist, lifting you toward the dripping gates. “Look at me,” My voice booms, vibrating your bones. You stare straight into the glossy slit that’s about to own you. One flex of my thighs and you’re stuffed inside, sliding headfirst into pulsing heat that tightens, ripples, and devours. Your muffled cries vibrate through my core, setting every nerve on fire while my walls knead, suck, and pull you deeper, stretching around your writhing body until you pop past the tightest ring and disappear inside me. The taste of absolute control coats my tongue; my belly bulges slightly with the weight of you, a toy no bigger than a bullet against my womb. Thank you for the dress, babe – it’s the last gift you’ll ever give anyone but me.