Amy - The Amazon (Usually) Ch. 07

"Someone's enjoying themselves," she said into the meaty folds. They squished and moulded themselves to her body, almost sucking her in, but it lacked that power. Amy kissed and licked and squeezed and pulled, anything that elicited reaction. While Amanda kept her moans quiet, her body couldn't hide it. Viscous rivulets drooled onto Amy, coating her head to toe, and those folds clenched as she found the clit.

At her size, it was almost too much for her mouth. She undulated her whole body against Amanda's pussy, thrusting her little dick into its hole, though it meant little. It may as well have been a toothpick fucking Amanda. However, Amy had a perfect remedy for that situation. After nearly throating the clit - it was tickling her uvula - she pushed her feet into Amanda's snatch.

"Hmm, that's, ah, that's hot," Amy said and meant both ways. The fact she was pushing her entire body into her girlfriend's vagina pumped endorphins through her veins, distending those on her cock into mangled roots like a trees, and it was warm as well. Sweltering even. She took a deep breath and pulled herself inside.

It wasn't as she expected. Amy tried imagining the feel on her fingers and cock spread across her whole body, yet her mind couldn't compare. Tiny crevices her usually massive form couldn't notice caressed her, they squeezed and rolled around her, removing her agency. She squirmed, straining against the walls, and turned around. One pulse forced the air from her lungs. She took a breath. There was more air than she expected, though it was muggy, like the air inside a packed gym. Except this smelled and tasted of bliss.

She wished she had her phone. Imagine her friend's reaction to seeing her like this, and then she could see the walls with clarity. As it was, she could only make out the shapes as they clenched and rolled around her body, while she squirmed in joy at the sensations. While sight was limited, she basked in all the others. She opened her mouth a tiny bit and had it flooded with Amanda's overpowering zest and sweetness. Every noise was a squelch or heartbeat, drowning out even her own thoughts sometimes. And everything she touched was slimy and squishy and erotic.

"I really could just live here," Amy sighed, slurping down a mouthful of juices. She lapped at the walls time and again, reaching out to scratch and tease every nook and cranny, while her cock was forced around by Amanda's insides. Once copious amounts of pre-cum were like drops in an ocean now. Mouthfuls of her favourite juice flowed into her mouth, down her greedy gullet and filled her belly, until it swelled in semblance of a pregnancy.

Pregnancy... Amy giggled at her own idiocy. There were few things she could fuck at this size, a nipple being one, but a cervix should be within reason, at least after she rammed through it so many times. Now she just needed to reach it. She couldn't tell how deep she was, since the exit appeared sealed tight, but it didn't seem like she'd been turned around either.

"I'll just climb up then," Amy said, "It's a shame Amanda can't do this with me. She'd get a kick out of it. We'd be like two explorers who found a giant's pussy and decided to climb in. Seems like something she'd do." As she prepared to climb, the walls closed around her, tight enough that she couldn't move without extreme difficulty. No extra fluids came, Maddy wasn't cumming. What was it then?

Amanda sneezed and held back a shudder, "Fuck, this better not be a cold." No, it was just Amy. She should've grab her when she had the chance, now it was all she could handle to stay semi-erect and walk. Each step was torture. She'd tried going out with a vibrator taped inside before. That had almost been a disaster, but she endured. This... this didn't compare. Amy wriggled around, licked and bit things, her hands seemed to go everything. And her cock!

The thing didn't bend at all on top of being the length of Amy's arm. She squirmed just right and jammed it into Amanda's g-spot, causing her to stumble. People stared at her wonky movements, though they hadn't noticed her cock yet. Industrial grade panties and jeans prevented a semi from showing. Amy made it harder, however, as she kept moving. Amanda didn't try squeezing her out, worried that she might hurt her, and that it'd feel too good.

She made it to her next class on time but not in the best shape. Her pussy slid against Amy on every step, and the Amazon writhed in response, grinding her huge, little dick on everything in reach. Once Amanda sat down, the movement started up again. Grabbing her desk, she tried keeping calm, ignoring all the pricks of pleasure darting along her nerves. Something salty rolled into her mouth.

Great, now she was sweating. Just one more hour, she thought and bit her lip. She had a break before the next lecture, which she'd use to cum and get Amy out, then keep her in a pocket or something. After licking her clean, and maybe forcing her to cum again. Amanda grimaced at the sticky gunk still in her bra. Her nose had attuned to Amy's odours long ago and picked up her cum through all the perfumes.

"I'm such a slut," Amanda groaned into her hands. She was in public, yet pleasure rolled in waves and her girlfriend was, in the most intimate way, fucking her, all while a bottles worth of semen dried in her bra. How did Amy still cum that much? She was barely the size of a can of soda. If that stayed the same, then once she was back to full size, she might flood the bathtub. Must be a side effect of one of the formulas. Or was Amy still growing in some way?

Fuck, she lost focus. Her cock strained its bonds, jealous of its sister's personal Amy dildo. It couldn't fit inside Amy anyway, but she might fit inside it. No, no, no. Amanda shook her head and retrieved her tablet for notes, opting to refresh her mind before the lecture began. Then she noticed Amy crawling deeper into her.

Unlike most women, futanari have multiple g-spots throughout their pussies. Now Amy was rubbing her sexy body all over those, probably not knowing as she strived toward some goal. Why did she feel so good in there? Amanda rolled her hips, as if to get her deeper, despite it not making a difference. She wouldn't make it. The professor just walked in and a dampness had spread from Amanda's crotch. Amy thrust her cock into another g-spot and forced a moan. She lowered her head to hide.

Even the most extreme boredom didn't drag the seconds like this. Amanda tapped her finger on the screen, listening but not retaining a single word, while her leg bounced and jostled Amy around inside her. Beyond the pleasure, all she could fixate on was keeping her erection down. It almost hurt. Almost every cell in her being wanted to run and jerk off. Not even run. She just wanted to cum.

Whatever the fuck Amy was searching for, she found it and settled down for a moment. Amanda breathed a sigh, relaxing a hair, before jumping in her seat as something pushed past her cervix. She recognised the sensation, though it was mired in new ones. Before, Amy would force her way through it, destroying the barrier until it repaired itself, but this time she felt her cock slide through that tiny opening. Jesus, fucking shit! It was sensitive! Every little ridge and throb of Amy's dick resounded through her.

"Dammit, Amy... couldn't this wait?" Amanda hissed and moaned under her breath. When that futa was back to normal, Amanda would organise a hunting party and fuck her until sex was torture. Yeah, that'd teach her. She'd inflate people until her balls ached, then keep going, and have her asshole reamed by Eliza, while a few others fist her pussy. And, when she was done and begging an end, Amanda would force one final load.

"Shit, stop thinking!" She said and devoted every brain cell she controlled to the lecture. Then her cock suddenly lurched to erection, tenting her pants and rubbing hard against the panties, which bit into her cum hole. It throbbed harder, wedging her underwear between her folds and scrotum now. Oh no...

Amy wondered if she'd lost her mind. Nothing should feel so good. She'd been fucked by Yuri, whose cock dwarfed hers, rammed her own in her comparatively petite girlfriend's many holes, and even gotten filled while shrunk. Yet the sensations pouring from her cock were familiar and abnormal, almost supernatural, or like a million land mines were going off under her skin. Ecstasy splintered off in shards and lodged themselves in her nerves. Though she recognised them all, they were twisted and warped.

If not for Amanda's kegel muscles, she'd have slipped down long ago. All her strength drained into her hips, drips of it leftover for her arms and legs, but Amy otherwise acted on pure instinct. She would laugh if her moans would stop for a second. Most pussies felt tight for her, but here she was fucking the tightest hole of her life. Thrusting would be impossible without the copious fluids surrounding her.

Sweat and pussy juice covered Amy. She hadn't worked so hard during sex a while, and not without several prior orgasms, yet she panted for air and rocked her hips as if in heat. What little oxygen she had was filtered through mouthfuls of Amanda's fluids. Her stomach had swollen from it all. Amy hooked her fingers into whatever crevice she could, slipping free of most, until she became lodged in a fold. From there, she wriggled about and slammed her hips forward.

Not once did she forget about who she was inside, or her intentions. She shouldn't do it, not in public, but Amy wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't take advantage. Right about now, Amanda was on the verge of an erection, if not orgasm. Amy pounded her lover's cervix, pressing her body against it, rubbing her nipples against the barrier, while she licked and kissed everything. The walls pulsated and soaked Amy.

Fuck, she needed a better angle. It was fine thrusting as she was, but none of her movements had the power she wanted, not with Amanda crushing her. She planted her feet, toes digging into the squishy floor, and stood. All the walls snapped against her, but she overpowered them. She must be making a bulge.

Amy panted and grinned like a mad woman. Given the movements around her, Amanda must be close to cumming, now she ramped up the pace. Muscles tensed, Amy ramped up the pace to her usual, punishing rhythm and crushed her balls into the cervix. Yes! This was perfect!

Rear back and CRASH! The barrier buckled under her force, almost knocking her off balance, though she recovered and rammed harder, intent on carving the shape of her cock into the cervix. Lust hardened her veins into steel roots, resisting the squeeze around them. Her balls gurgled and churned with unspent cum. They knew Amanda's womb was closer than ever before, compelling her to fuck harder, as if she could break through.

All that was missing was a set of hips to grab on, but she settled for pulling herself with Amanda's fleshy tunnel. Amy bit her lip, trying to hold back her own orgasm. Her sperm went into a frenzy, oozing from her dick. Good thing Amanda was on birth control. Would that work if Amy crawled into her womb and came in her ovaries? She wanted to find out. She would find out. Amy flung her weight and strength into her thrusts.

The cervix slowly caved under her pressure. It dipped where her balls struck and the hole had widened, also taking a lumpy shape from the veins, while her hands and feet shoved against the walls. Amy's tits mashed against the barrier, her nipples rubbed against it, while she drooled a mix of spit and fem-cum all over herself. Translucent jizz poured out her cock, squeezed fresh from her balls by Amanda's womb hole.

She pushed further and ground her teeth. Her muscles flexed and her cum-tube widened around a heavy dollop. Was the womb getting hotter? It urged her to go faster. A sloshing noise consumed her ears, then the floor quaked and walls tightened. She pushed against them, entire body tensing, before everything suddenly relaxed. Her eyes bulged, as did her loins. A shriek let loose and the world rumbled. Liquid flooded the canal and tore her away from her current favourite hole.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Amy yelled in both orgasm and terror as she was carried down a slide of flesh and lust. She was forced around by Amanda's pussy, its walls clenching at random, until she saw the exit and was shoved out. Amanda's underwear had turned into a thin slice, which she slipped past and down the pant leg, cumming all the while. She tumbled out in a pool of semen and looked up, to see Amanda had gotten erect, her pants straining hard not to lose.

Dark splotches spread down and joined along Amanda's jeans. A mixture of pre-cum and pussy juice stained them, drops trickling out after Amy, who shook in her orgasm. Heavy ropes spurted from her cock, the amount on par with any futa, despite her puny stature. It pooled and poured down the steps. The room was set up like a movie theatre, with tiered seats. A girl sat in front of Amanda, unaware of the white tar heading her way. Amy rolled over as her climax petered out. Cumming at her size was almost fatal.

None of her adrenaline from earlier saved her. Her limbs refused to move beyond simple motions, supporting her and little else, while she got her bearings. Thick, slimy juices drooled off her body and hair, matted to her skin, its scent saturated her nostrils, and even a mouthful of her own cum didn't drown its taste. Amy fell with a splat as her muscles gave out. She caught her breath, giving Amanda a moment's reprieve.

She couldn't stop there, however. Amanda hadn't cum yet, at least not from her dick, judging by the filtered pre-cum oozing from it. Her erection was flagging, the worst seemingly over. Strength returned, Amy stood and locked her legs in place, gazing up at the giantess. Before class was done, she'd make that titanic cock shoot its load all over the place.

First thing was to get back in her panties. Shouldn't be difficult, Amy had done it hundreds of times before. Checking her legs were fine, she went over to Amanda's ankle and latched onto it. Most of the juices had dried on her skin, allowing her to climb up the calf to the knee. A fine, salty layer clung to Amanda's skin from the strain of holding down an orgasm. Bad call, Amy thought. Futanari couldn't deny climax without consequence.

Amy took a break once she crested the knee. Her muscles hadn't recovered from her prior orgasms, or the strain of fighting against Amanda's surprisingly powerful cunt. She giggled at the thought of her cock training it. Was that how their genitals saw it; a workout session, each pumping the other to go harder, faster, and cum more? Having her entire body inside it must've been a shock to Amanda's pussy then.

As she rested, the jeans relaxed around her. The erection was done, reduced back to a permanent semi. Deep breaths informed Amy of the pre-cum still gushing out, each drop further reducing the panties to a sloppy mess, or was that just the jeans now. Between all their cum, the garment reeked of sex and would after several washes. She resumed her journey, now crawling toward the greatest treasure that was ripped from her grasp.

"Oh babe," Amy said once she squirmed back into the panties, now a sodden, clingy mess. Muggy air clogged her legs and tinged on her tongue, however the flavour wasn't pussy or even dick. It was semen. After a misstep, Amy was wedged between Amanda's scrotum and vulva. There, she felt the orbs rumble and stretch, their contents gurgling since they had no room to churn about anymore. Amanda must feel her too, as the terse balls swelled against her. That was why futanari shouldn't refuse an orgasm.

Their bodies hyper produced semen and hormones after a climax, keeping them raring to fuck more and more. Without an outlet, that abundance of cum was building up inside Amanda's testicles, bloating them until the loose skin stretched taut, tiny veins roaming about like bolts of lightning. With the hormones involved, she would be on a hair trigger too.

Maybe they'd try some orgasm denial later on. Amy's cock surged to action at thought of what she would produce in that case, since it never came up before. Thoughts for later, she decided and turned around to face her lover's decadent cunny. What she faced was an engorged mess of folds, from which a pea-sized clit protruded. Even if Amanda came from there, the influx of chemicals had their way with it regardless.

Amy planted her feet in the labia, hoping to slip back inside. Not too much, as she had other plans, but couldn't get a grip. She slipped no matter where she tried, every fold, nook and cranny covered in slime. Then she hooked her feet in the hole. Amy giggled as she lowered herself inside, then stopped as the walls clamped down on her. Before she could guess why, Amanda's balls moved against her. Class must be over.

Every step rubbed her face into the balls. They were covered in sweat and pussy juice, all but drowning her in the flavour. Amy wriggled her way down, pushing her legs back inside, until she was at her waist, then she stopped and pondered the massive clit. If she wanted Amanda to cum, then that needed to be her target, given that she couldn't get to the cock in this prison. She licked the balls, certain it drove Amanda wild, and slowly ran her hands up the giant's lips until she grabbed her clit. A sharp jolt broke her grip, but the steps had stopped at least.

Her legs were all but crushed inside Amanda. She didn't have an inch of leeway, barely enough movement to keep stimulating her lover, and her arms might be next if the balls kept growing. With a moment of freedom, Amy snatched the clit again and pulled herself up, mouth wide, then crammed it inside. The effect was instantaneous.

"Amy! Fuck, ah! Shit! C-cum... I'm... oh, god! CUMMING!" Amy was crushed by the balls as they exploded in size, filling with cum faster and faster, while Amanda's erection tightened the panties. She sucked on Amanda's clit, teeth nibbling the fat bundle of nerves, until her entire body was mashed against it by the giant's sack. Not even air could sift through now.

The world shook and thunder rumbled against her back. Amy's cock and breasts were squashed, yet her pleasure reigned, as if feeding off her girlfriend's ecstasy. Then she was pulled deep by Amanda's snatch, tits and shoulders vanishing into the sloppy void, before it shoved her out and sucked her back, using her like a dildo. She couldn't catch her breath. Darkness crept into her vision, then exploded in white as her cock went off again.

Out she came, her cock shot a rope, and back inside the walls squeezed so tight she couldn't shoot. That made her abrupt release stronger, like a tension-loaded cannon. Every burst ricocheted throughout her body and brain, rattling bones and nerves. Amy stopped seeing, her mouth wouldn't close, and her lungs burned for something other than pussy juice or ball sweat. Like semen. Her eyes finally rolled and shut.

Amanda laid on the bathroom floor. She was lucky to have made it before Amy set her off, now she breathed the stench of her congealed jizz, which spread out beneath and over her. She was still cumming too. It hadn't been ten minutes since she managed to clench off an orgasm, but the effect was massive. Every drop was double, triple her usual density, with a similar quantity. Oh, but she'd be fucked if that wasn't her best orgasm in a while. Not since that Amazon orgy with Yuri.

Speaking of Amazons, she hadn't felt Amy doing anything. Frowning, she reached into her ruined clothes and found the shrunken futa, who didn't move.

"Oh fuck," Amanda sighed when she picked up her girlfriend, still two or three inches tall and covered in a mixture of fluids, "We'd better clean up before we go. Hmm, but don't you look delicious." She licked her lips. It was the least she could do to repay her.