Pervers Portal

They need to know, they want to be a slave to growing their cock more and more. Now that they know I am the source of their expansion, he tries to hold off on cumming for as long as possible, as the transformation only occurs when they're hard. I ride them, stretching my hole on them, as they grow thicker and longer.
At home with their partner, their engorged cock starts to not fit. It's grown too thick for her to take comfortably. She hasn't had the benefit of being stretched out as the same rate as his growth. But still they try, he forces his cock as far as it can go in her tight pussy. Even still, pumping away in her, the feeling of release doesn't come. He pulls out and desperately jerks himself off. But as desperate and rock hard as he is, he can't seem to cum.
He's become hopelessly addicted to that wonderful tight stretching of growing ever larger. At this point, he's become pretty ridiculesly large. Still well within the realm of possibility, but this giant pornstar cock is quite the spectacle on his smaller frame. But even though his cock breaks records, he knows what he wants.

More.

They strain and gasp, trying not to cum, I'm merciful and stop moving to let them recover. Their time with me starts to get much longer, as they get better at edging. To think they used to cum after 10 minutes or so. They become skillful in holding back, and I learn to read their body language. Sessions can last 3, 4, 6 hours now. Sometimes with my hands and mouth, sometimes savoring the slow stretch in my hole. While the growth is slow regardless, the more surface area I can touch at once, the faster his cock swells. So it stands to say that riding him is the most effecint. I take a moment to stop moving, his entire cock inside me. When I focus, I can feel the slow growth of his cock, pressing insistantly against my walls. I almost cum myself. No matter how often I've been stretched, the size is always a surprise. It always makes me gasp. The unrelentless pressure slowly building and pushing against me. The overwhelming not quite pain-pleasure of being forced apart, with no time to aclimate. The precum steadily pouring from their now prominant cumslit gets forced out of my overwhelmed hole. When he finially cums, the extra pressure pushes me over the edge.

My hole now gapes, it can be fisted easily. Trying to fuck a normal cock would be almost laughable. When I'm not being impaled by him, my open hole lazily drips with slick. Waiting to be stretched again. When I'm empty I feel slightly anxious, a small ache of something missing. I've become addicted to the feeling of being stretched ever wider as well.

At this point, only the most practicing size queens could take his cock. It stands at over a foot now, the head as wide as my fist. He can now lap at his cockhead, and does it absentmindly as one would twirl hair around a finger or bite at their lips. At night, he falls asleep with his arms wrapped protectively around his hard cock, suckling gently at the tip. They know there is no going back now, they are becoming something new. This new life devoted to the perfect, wonderful, stretch and throbbing of new cockflesh. Soon enough they know I will be the only one who can take them. I've become the only source of their pleasure already, so this is the natural next step. Everything we now do will be to the committment of growing their cock. We promise each other to go as far as we can, and then push ourselves past that. Not stopping until there is nothing left. They don't want to just live for their cock, but to become it. For now they are simply a servant to it's growth, awaiting the inevitable future when it surpasses them. They've accumulated pounds of cock, bobbing at their chest when hard. Head flaring, impatient to grow once more.

His cumslit has widened to match, and I experiment fingering it with my pinkie. It's become so large, and contastly dripping, my pinkie slips in easily. I add this to our sessions, stretching out his hole with my finger, fucking it gently. After a few weeks of this, I switch to my index finger, and then my thumb. His eyes roll back into his head with this new sensation, a new place to stretch and grow.

I've started to change too, not just my hole, but my hips have gotten wider to accommodate the huge mass nestled inside me for the majority of the day. My ass growing fatter to match. My stomach now bulges when i fuck him to the hilt. The head of his cock pressed tightly underneath my skin. Hipbones spreading wide to allow for more of his member to impale me completely.

While his impressive cock has been getting all this attention, his balls were starting to get left behind. Still at their original size, they're completely eclipsed by the monolith that is his cock. To amend such a tragedy, I sought to find a way to improve them. I armed the end of some plastic tubing with a soft silicone tip, and got a protein slurry with a similar composition to cum. When this slurry enters the testicles, I explain, your body will use the material to quickly produce an amount of cum to match. Also, due to the stretching that will occur from this being forced into your balls, your body should try to fill the new space and therefore permanently improve your size.

I lube up the tubing, though he is always dripping anyway, and gently guide it into his flared hole. It slips in easily, and I slowly add more, the pencil thick tube moving deeper. The intruding material makes his already hard cock even more rigid, and slightly bloated from within. I patently push more and more inside, until he makes a small gasp, and I can see the rounded tip of the tube poke his sack from within.

He's nervous, as important as growing his dick is, he didn't give much thought to his balls. They hang modestly, soft and loose, easily held in the palm of my hand. To match his cock they will have to go through a pretty dramatic change. I give his balls a reaffirming squeeze, and move to kiss him as he lays down on the bed. I gently probe at his open mouth, while he absentmindedly strokes himself with both hands. Today I uncharacteristically have been avoiding his dick, to give myself a fighting chance to bring his ballsack up to speed. The lack of growth today is starting to frustrate him, as he has gotten used to growing and cumming every morning now. He's deliriously horny, and moans into my mouth, the tubing in his cock already forgotten. His cockhead is dark and purple, swollen and hard between his spread legs. Precum glistens around the tubing in tiny drops.

I affix a 20 ml syringe to the other end of the tube, and start to fill him. The first syringe depresses, and there's no real change. I wonder if he even noticed, as he's preoccupied with the underside of his cockhead, palming circles to that sensitive spot underneath. Obsessively pulling the foreskin over and over it. I refill the syringe and inject it through the tube. He dumbly opens his eyes, panting as he watches me fill him with the 3rd. This time he moans deeply, hands shooting down to his balls. His eyes widen, mouth agape as his sack starts to swell. They bulge against the skin as the wrinkles start to get pulled taut. They fill with the liquid and grow heavy, pulling gently at his cock. They expand and rest gently on the sheets. His tongue lolls and looks up at me through his lashes, anxious for more. I oblige, shooting another 20 ml deep inside him. They've each swollen to the size of an apple, and he runs his hands over them, obviously pleased. I slowly add two more syringes to his bloated balls, and they start to push against the sides of his legs. He gasps at the strange feeling of flesh where there wasn't any before. The skin of his balls is starting to become shiny and tight. He whines, getting nervous, but his hands are still exploring the new expanse of heavy sack. Another syringe added, the pressure in his balls is starting to overwhelm him. "I don't know if i can take anymore..." I add another even slower, my hand gently resting on his balls to feel them expand. He looks scared now, squirming with discomfort. He has one hand squeezing his cock with the other gingerly on his now massive sack. He's breathing quickly, panicked eyes pleading with me. "You can get to 10, that's only two more. I know you can do this."

Without waiting for a response, I add the 9th syringe, he cries out while desperately using both hands to jerk off. I ready the last one, and before depressing the plunger I gently take his baseball bat sized dick in my other hand. He moans in ecstasy, finally getting the feeling he's been craving. I'm not even moving my hand and he's crying out like a whore. His massive cock pressing against me as it finally gets to grow. I depress the final syringe and lazily jerk him off. His balls shudder and roll slowly, heavy with the liquid. They create a little divot in the mattress with their weight. They grow, stretching his skin to the limit, tight as a drum they press against him. It's actually a little difficult to depress the plunger, with the amount of pressure now inside of him. The overwhelming tightness of his balls, combined with the feeling of his cock growing for the first time all day, pushes him over the edge. He throws his head back, bucking his cock up against my hand. He cums, cock throbbing and overinflated balls trying their best to squeeze out their load. But with the tube still occupying his cumslit, almost nothing comes out. He shoots to sit up and moans, frustrated, as the cum that was supposed to be released gets packed back into his poor sack, swelling them slightly. His ballsack is now the size of a large cantaloupe, and pulls heavily towards the ground. Two whole liters of the liquid is now crammed inside. As his body converts the mixture into cum, they will grow a bit more over time while increasing the size of his loads.

After this procedure, walking normally has gotten even more difficult for him. He waddled around awkwardly for the first few days, his overly sensitive sack touching too many new places. XL sweatpants provided enough modesty for him to live a mostly normal life when he wanted. His dick, never completely soft, gets tucked away into a baggy pants leg patiently dripping with pre. It's getting harder for him to think now, his mind in a thick haze, any thoughts overwritten by the pleasure he is experiencing. His cock and sack are both so sensitive with constant new flesh, it's a miracle he can do anything at this point. The soft material of his pants feel like tongues lapping against him. The vibrations of the car make him blush. He catches himself stroking his throbbing member through his clothes, unable to remember when he started. The heaviness of his sack under him, sloshing with every movement is impossible to get used to. Walking to get the mail is enough stimulation to get him inconveniently hard. Flipping his hard cock up under his baggy sweatshirt, the cockhead tantalizingly close to his mouth. He can smell his arousal as his dick threatens to poke out of the neck hole of his top. Pre creating wet spots on everything he wears. He gave up underwear weeks ago as he outgrew them. He wouldn't have it any other way. These inconveniences are a testament to how far he's come on his journey. Proof of his devotion to his wonderful cock. He knows that these moments will seem trivial compared to what he will face when he's larger.

His cock continued to grow during our time together, as did the gape in my hole. I too have a constant wet spot in my underwear, my disgustingly wide hole now dripping with cum along with my own fluids. His size is starting to outpace me, so I've started to wear massive toys inside me during the day. A monster plug keeps most of his morning's cum inside, the liquid adding to the stretch. The amount of cum he shoots into me causes my stomach to swell to a pleasant fullness. I spend my days bloated with cum, careful to trap as much as I can with my plug. He empties his full amount in me so often, the amount within me is gradually increasing, my stomach swollen and softly round. When empty, my hole is open and slack, you could slide an energy drink can inside and I wouldn't notice. Having nothing inside me is now unbearable, so I'm constantly filled with a toy. I slip a massive fisting trainer inside me to go to the store. The action as ingrained as grabbing my keys. If that isn't enough I will just use multiple toys, as I'm quickly reaching the max size of what is available for sale. My hips continue to widen, my gait becoming a sashay. There's ample room between my legs for his massive slab of cockmeat. And my strong ass jiggles when I walk.

By now his cock is approaching the two foot mark. It reaches his face, and is as thick as a large bottle of wine. The weight of it is beginning to overwhelm him. He becomes lightheaded when hard, too much blood being taken away from his brain. His cumslit gapes slightly, and I eat it out like a pussy with my tongue. Both of my hands cannot reach around him anymore, so I will grind my body against him in a perverted hug to get him off. I stand to ride him, slamming myself around his ridiculously thick meat. My torso distorts, organs being pushed out of the way. I rise and slam myself down again, getting halfway down this time. His cock visibly pressing against me from the inside. As I sink lower, the bulge of his dick grows larger, pushing up and out from my body. It gets harder to breathe as he presses against my lungs from the inside. I grind against the intrusion as it steadily swells even larger, I slide to the bottom and stop to feel the stretch. Dizzy from lack of blood, he cums easily, much too tired to hold back. His cum warms me from within, the liter of cum adding to the swell of my stomach. The pressure is too much for me and I cum as well, totally stuffed with cock. His frantic pumping turned into a lazy grind inside me. I fall asleep, comforted by the familiar stretching. He also falls asleep after cumming, cock still buried inside.

Normally his growth happens at a glacier pace, maybe a centimeter of expansion after an hour. Maybe his body had more resources while he slept. I had been pushed up into the headboard by his cock during the night, it had stayed within me growing the entire time. I felt like i was going to split in two, this stretch from my whole body. I could feel his throbbing heartbeat throughout my body from inside. The taste of cum creeping up the back of my throat. A giant bulge erupted from my middle, and you could almost see his veins throbbing through my skin. My legs splayed, with almost half a foot of cock separating them. The room smelled totally of warm cock and cum. His massive balls looked almost small now. He wasn't all the way inside me, yet. Pushing into me, I felt my ribs splay out of the way. The pressure on my lungs nows overwhelms them. He pushes again, the bulge grows, i feel my hips widen, the weight of his cock suffocating me. It feels so good, to know that he can get even bigger, and that I can still take him. My entire torso is now occupied by his wonderful Cock. I feel it swelling, still so eager to improve itself. He pushes forward again, and we finally meet, Cock now completely within me. We kiss, and I black out.

It's become too difficult to leave the house for him. The mass of his cock can easily obscure his vision when upright, and is too large to hide in clothes. A quarter of his bodyweight is now attributed to his breathtaking cock. It's uncomfortable for him to walk very far, his center of gravity off. Laying on his side, he wraps his arms around his Cock like a lover and kisses it passionately. Nuzzling against the wide shaft, face pressed against it to take in its scent. It throbs lovingly in return. He stays nude and spends most of his time like this, unwilling to take his eyes off of his wonderful companion. He looks almost constantly at his cock. Gazing at it with hearts in his eyes, gently caressing it, the world melts away around him. When he closes his eyes, he can see the familiar skin of his shaft, what the head looks like throbbing and swollen, he traces his veins in his mind to fall asleep. He feels phantom sensations of growth, followed by disappointment that it's not real. He smells heavily of masculine arousal, even when freshly showered. He reaches up, to fill his cumslit with fingers, fucking it. He stretches his hole mindlessly during these days. Wanting to feel more of his cock, to be inside it. Eventually he easily fits three fingers inside. The spacious head accommodating the intrusion. Precum drips steadily from him, and he uses it to shine his cock and balls beautifully. There's not a moment of his day not occupied by this worship. I feed him forkfuls of dinner while he looks down at his cock, tracing invisible patterns into the skin. In the shower, I wash his hair for him while he washes his cock. His entire world is contained within the massive organ. He's happy, always smiling, glowing and in love.

We decide to grow his balls once more. This time using an aquarium pump and one inch tubing, I spool feet of it into him while he sits obediently on the floor. Eyes fixed to the spot where the tube spreads him wider. This time he's eager to grow more ballflesh. This skin of his massive sack has adjusted, and drapes his grapefruit sized balls with ease.
I put the pump end into the plastic storage container of protein slurry. Turning on the pump, the growth starts almost instantly. He sighs, so content to feel the tight stretch again. His sack quivers with the force of the incoming liquid. Already they feel so full and heavy. They tug away from his body, trying to find space to fill. The heft pulling his dick low. He protectively wraps his arms around his shuddering cock. Liter after liter steadily push into him, his eyes roll into the back of his head, mouth in a silent scream. His balls are obscene, pulsing with liquid, they have bloated to the size of a soccer ball and reach half down his thighs.
The container of slurry is empty now. I turn off the pump and oil up his straining balls. He looks through me, panting and sweating. Arms still around his cock for comfort. I gently move his arms out of the way, and start brushing oil onto his cock with a soft brush. His head lolls, eyes closed in bliss. I make circles around the tip of his cock, down the thick shaft, within the soft skin between the base and his balls, now getting pulled taut. I reach the head of his dick once more, and grab to move the tubing.

Instead of removing it, I push it to one side of his slit, and insert a second tube. His cock greedily swallows it, head bulging even wider, stuffed to the brim. I push inch after inch into him, his shaft distending from the insertion. His cock is completely rigid, fuller than it's ever been. I pull him forward, to hands and knees, and gently tug on the tubes to get him to move. He crawls after me, whimpering and overwhelmed with sensation. His newly inflated balls pulling below him. We make our way to the bathroom, where the tub has been filled with the protein mixture. He stops in his tracks and looks up at me, not wanting to believe his eyes. Both pumps go into the tub, and are switched on.

He groans and shudders, falling to his elbows, ass still up in the air. Over the steady hum of the pumps you can almost hear the movement of the liquid inside him. His balls inflate like balloons, quickly filling the space between his legs. Tears of fear prick his eyes, hiding his face in his dick. His ballsack growing tight, pressing against his thighs, they fight for more room. They wobble downwards and back, now the size of a beach ball. The pumps continue to pack more inside him. His balls are disgustingly huge, they look inhuman and bizarre. Still they steadily swell, now grown large enough to touch the floor. He moans from the ground in a sort of acknowledgement at this achievement. He's shaking now, legs quivering, covered in a sheen of sweat. With no more room to grow downwards, his sack starts expanding to the front and back. His balls shine with oil and tautness, skin becoming thinner. He's speaking in tongues, moaning nonsense between animalistic moans and grunts. The hands on his cock are frantic, trying to distract himself from the horrible pressure in his balls. The aquarium pumps are indifferent and carry on, while I wonder how much he can take. I planned the tub just to scare him, but now I'm impressed. The tub is over half empty now, but his balls continue to take it, eagerly bloating to cover his calves. I move forward between his splayed legs, and start to lap at his exposed asshole. He moans softly, gracious for something to take his mind off his distended sack.

Eventually his overflowing balls reach where I'm kneeling behind him. They insistently press against me, vying for more space to grow. I look down and gasp, his sack is massive. Still swelling outwards, it has been packed to the size of a yoga ball. My mind snaps, this impossible thing right in front of me. I start licking at the base of his balls, eyes closed in worship. Mindlessly grinding against it, covering the obscene sack in slick. He's gone scarily quiet, the slurping of my ball worship dominate the room. His sack now spreads his legs wide to fit between them. The pumps start to grind, the liquid level too low. I turn them off and move down to where he's laying, I wipe the sweaty bangs away from his face and remove the tubing from his dick. He lays still on the floor, hips propped up by his sickening, immense sack. They continue to swell, much slower now, as his body converts the material into ejaculate. His eyes are wide open, unmoving, staring at a single point on his cock. His mouth slack, drool starting to pool under his cheek. I stroke him off with an oiled hand, aggressively fisting myself with the other. My entire body is hot, I need to be filled. My hole ached, feeling empty even with the fist. I roll him to one side the best I can, and angle his staggering cock towards me. It's a little difficult to remove it from his hands, but I manage and start to press it inside. The width is enormous. It's a thick as an above average cock is long. You could probably fuck his cumslit with a dildo. His slit gaped wide, made to shoot gallons of cum.

I struggle, wiggling my hips to coax the massive head inside. It pops in, I moan as my sopping hole sucks in more of his cock. Pre pours inside me from his gaped slit, already starting to take up space. I shimmy myself down, an inch at a time, my stomach already bloating from all of the pre. He grows inside me, making my way down more difficult. I need to hike a leg up over his balls when i get lower. Two feet of his beautiful Cock are pressed deep inside me, my breathing shallows from the pressure in my torso. I rub my distended stomach, feeling the wonderful hard mass inside me. I feel it throb and I can visualize it swelling larger, psychedelic visions of expanding flesh. My hips move on their own, my body eager for more as I continue to fill myself deeper. The additional swelling of his balls knocked off the leg he had hooked around it, and I move us so he's on his back. I rotate myself to face his balls, conveniently bloated to face height. Spinning on his cock makes me gasp, the feeling of him scraping against my walls is incredible. My stomach bulges impossibly, I sink slower. I taste cum in my throat as I reach forward to wrap my arms around his exercise ball sized sack. His cock pressing into my spine, searching for any spare room. I close my eyes and bury my face in the tight skin, drunk from the smell as I slide down the final few inches. I lick his balls adoringly, my entire body throbbing. My hole reaches the bottom, all three feet stuffed perfectly inside. His cockhead pressing into his balls from inside me, our tight skin rubbing together softly.

As always, he continues his endless growth inside me. I hear moaning and pleading, and realize it's me. I start to bounce up and down of the massive pole, just an inch at first, and then building up to slamming the final foot inside me over and over. I've lost control at this point, my mind occupied by the meter of dick I'm speared on. Everything is too much, just looking at his hulking sack makes me moan. When I realize what's happening it's too late. His cock tenses and swells inside me, and he starts so cum. It's so tight inside me I can feel the bloat of his head, and the first jet of cum. It travels up his stretched cumtube thickly, cumming against my walls like a hose. Then it doesn't stop. It enters me in waves, the monstrous sack rhythmically squeezing. I start to swell too, I already look pregnant, and it keeps getting bigger. My stomach presses hard against his sack, it quickly grows heavy and sags between my legs. His cockhead now just barely visible. My eyes roll back, tongue lolling, a weak voice in the back of my head tells me this is bad. I try to stand, but the weight of my stomach is already making it difficult. I slowly push myself up, feet of cock slurping out of me as my gut steadily swells larger. I strain to rise, each inch of his dick finally standing above him. But there is still cock inside me. About 5 inches of him stubbornly remain inside, I try to wiggle and twist it free, the unholy thing still pumping me full of cum. It pours down my legs in thick streams, soaking the floor. I try to step around his massive quivering balls, holding the disgusting weight of my swelling stomach with my arms. I slip, and end up sliding all the way back down.

He is crawling on hands and knees, his giant sack dragging between his spread legs. His cock beneath him, taut against his front, the tip surpassing his face by an entire foot. It bobs menacingly, as thick as my thigh. His eyes are crazed and desperate, mouth open and panting. He pauses every few steps to stroke a side of his wide shaft. Taking a hand to finger the cumslit with difficulty. He collapses onto his cock, unable to hold himself up any longer. He sucks and licks where his face landed, humping the floor the best he can. His body is a writhing mass, more cock than person. His mind can't keep up with the volume of sensations he's experiencing. The entirety of his behemoth dick is horribly sensitive, he's acutely aware of every millimeter of it's flesh. Every heartbeat causes it to quiver and throb. He feels the steady stream of pre creep up the shaft, pleasant and warm. He feels where his hard nipples rub against it, two little points of extra delicious friction. He wiggles his thighs against the warm pillow of his balls, massaging his hardworking sack. It all feels so wonderful, he doesn't even know where he is, the only thing in the world is his cock. He starts to cry, tears running around his cock to the floor. Each tear ticking him pleasantly. He starts licking his cock with longer strokes between his blubbering of tears. Rhythmically running hands up and down his shaft he continues to sob, his body shaking. "please, please, please" he whispers, praying.

I place a hand on the wide berth of his cockhead. His face shoots up to look, and moans long and deep through his tears. The massive cock shudders as it presses into my hand, immediately swelling. He breaks into a huge smile, now crying out in happiness. 'YES YES' He calls out, laughing with relief. He vibrates with excitement, pre steadily pouring out of him now. He tries to crawl closer to me, but doesn't have the strength to push himself up. He settles for wriggling on the floor, trying to push himself harder into my palm. I sit there patiently, the hand on his cock motionless. Sweetly i push his hair behind his ear, and kiss the tears from his cheek. He's babbling incoherently, wagging his ass in the air like a dog. "you poor thing, let me help you" He goes back to slathering his cock with his tongue. I lube up my hand, continuing past my wrist, applying the slippery fluid thickly up to my bicep. I work the tips of my first two fingers into the tip of his cock. They get sucked in greedily. He moans weakly from the floor, both hands massaging circles into the expanse of his shaft. His cock throbs around my fingers, the flesh expanding around them. His cumslit is roomy, I add the rest of my fingers easily. I fuck his cock with my fingers, going a bit deeper every time. Loud slurps echo throughout the room as a steadily build up speed. His cock shuddering, bulging around my fingers. He arches his back, attempting to push into me. I start to press my hand deeper, forcing into him. There is some resistance, and then POP the rest of my hand enters him to the wrist. Eyes roll into the back of his head as he squeezes the base of his dick with both hands. I keep pressing, his cock sucking my arm deeper. The inside of his cock is hot and tight, precum squirts past me. Lube and pre drip off my elbow onto the floor audibly. His cock distends from the insertion, steadily growing bigger. I pick up the pace again, fisting him thoroughly. Getting deeper with every thrust. My elbow meets the head of his cock, it flares in acknowledgement, seemingly asking for more. Pre streams off my arm, creating small pools under us. I press on, the middle of my arm squeezing inside. His cock bulges, swelling thickly. Scooting myself forward, i punch more of my arm inside. Deeper i press, his cock eagerly swallowing it all. His cock is growing rapidly now, the expansion visible. Braced against the outside of his cock with my other hand, my arm pushes deep. The entire length of my arm stuffed inside the monstrous cock. He looks at his bulging member and moans deep and long. I can tell he's fighting back an orgasm as his disgustingly massive ballsack tightens. Almost two feet inside him, but barely over the halfway point. His cock ripples and sucks around me, trying to pull more inside. Turning to the massive head resting at my shoulder, i lick and suck the tender flare. It expands, pushing against my shoulder, insistent in growing more. Pre drips down the side of my body, bathing me in a masculine perfume. It throbs, swelling, blooming wider. The slit winking around my arm. It shudders, pressing against me forcefully as it expands. I have to fight to sit upright as the massive weight surges, new flesh pouring forth. Readjusting to get a better angle, i resume fisting the quickly growing cock. It threatens to overpower me, the floor now coated in slick pre. The inside of the cock is getting looser as it grows. My fist travels quickly though the slimy passage, cock rippling every thrust.

I pull out my arm with a revolting slurp, he whines in discomfort as the growth stops. Moving to the tip of his cock, i take the dinner plate sized head into my hands. I peer at its gaping cumslit, hypnotized by the river of pre visible inside. I move to kiss it, almost shy at first and then pushing my tongue in as deep as it can go. Tasting the delicious precum, i suck and kiss at the yawning tip. His hole is a perfect size to tongue deeply. Switching back and forth from pressing my tongue inside to making out with it like a lover, I drink the fluids within as i worship. My face sticky and wet from our fluids i put the cock back down and start humping it. My sodden gaping hole flutters with anticipation. But instead of trying to mount it, i move back. Inserting my toe into the vast slit, it goes in wetly. I press forward, the ball of my foot smoothly sucking inside. I continue, amazed, chest heaving with heavy breaths. My brain is foggy, i push on, heel getting past with only a moment of hesitation. His cock has continued to grow again at the alarming pace as before.

tl;dr i get cockvored?? so his dick can grow indefinitely and i guess im stuck inside idk