Fortune Cookie - Ch. 02

Fortune Cookie is an anthology series of short stories featuring magic and assorted transformation. All characters are over the age of 18. Be sure to check the Tags and enjoy!

In this story, Leslie's mysterious fortune leaves her pussy demanding something to fill it completely, what will she end up using?

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Leslie finally got up from her desk, she'd answered all her emails, sent off her reports and was ready for her "weekend". Admittedly it was only Wednesday but she got Thursday and Friday off instead of the normal weekend. Stopping off at the break room to grab her stuff from the fridge she blissfully found it empty, she didn't want to get caught up into a conversation when freedom was so close.

Her stomach growled as she grabbed her lunch bag, she had missed breakfast and even though she'd had her lunch on time, a bit of a miracle in itself, but she still found herself hungry. Closing the fridge and looking around, the only thing she spotted was a lone fortune cookie on one of the tables.

With no one else around she quickly palmed it, dropping it into her purse and started making her way out of the building.

Once she was in her car she pulled out the fortune cookie, quickly popping it out of the plastic wrapper and cracking it open. She winced as a loud and sharp crack seemed to almost resonate within the confines of her car. Looking down at the broken fortune cookie it looked normal, so why had it been so loud?

Her stomach interrupted her thoughts with another grumble, she plucked out the fortune, which was gold foiled for some reason, and popped the actual cookie bits into her mouth. Unfolding the fortune as she chewed, she was greeted by the words "Don't be afraid to stretch yourself out" which, as far as fortunes go, seemed both cryptic and unusual.

Tossing the fortune to the other seat she started her car and made her way home, quickly losing focus on the fortune as her current favorite song played on the radio.

Returning to the empty home she headed up to the bedroom to change into some comfier clothes, then headed back down to the kitchen to clean out her lunch bag and then, most importantly according to her stomach, find herself a snack.

Normally her husband Clark would already have returned home and would be working on something for dinner but he's had to work late this week, something about a client changing their mind at the last minute about something and not willing to change the deadline for delivery.

Leslie settled on some Crackers, she just needed something to tide her over until Clark got home, he'd already agreed to pick up some burgers or something on the way home so she just needed to appease her stomach for a bit.

As she munched on her snack she looked around, they'd been pretty busy lately so the kitchen was starting to look a bit messy. Leslie decided to do a bit of cleaning while she waited. She started with the easy tasks, putting away dry dishes, returning spices to their home in the cupboard and then moving on to wiping down the table and counter tops. She rewarded herself with more Crackers after each task and moved on to sweeping the floors, the kitchen itself was straightforward but getting the broom under the table had always been annoying yet today it seemed easier and she bent downwards easily to get the broom into all the hard to reach spots.

Having a few more Crackers she tries to distract herself but she can't deny the warmth that's been building up in her loins as she cleaned for some reason. Glancing at her phone she checked the time and figured she still had an hour or two before Clark gets home, she had the time to deal with her growing arousal but she also wanted to wait for him. It's not that it was a betrayal or anything, Clark had learned how to pleasure her over the years, and it was always better to be pleasured by someone else rather than yourself.

Leslie focused on the cleaning, hoping to distract herself until Clark got home. Leslie set about scrubbing the sink, teasing her stomach by going through the fridge and getting rid of anything that had gone bad or suspect.

The warmth seemed unphased and her carnal desire kept growing, such that by the time she's cleaning the inside of the microwave she subconsciously started to grind her thighs together as she bent over, the sensation triggering a soft but overdue moan as her pussy finally got what it had been asking for, some physical attention.

Groaning in defeat, Leslie gave up on cleaning the microwave, put away the cleaner she had pulled out and made her way up to the bedroom. Once there she starts to strip out of her comfy weekend wear until she was nude and checked herself out in the full length mirror they had.

Leslie was proud of her body, but she hadn't always thought as such. Although at 5'10" she was decently tall her A cups didn't give her much to work with but she'd managed to snag Clark regardless. Despite her height and chest her figure wasn't thin, she carried around a bit of a paunch that she never seemed to be able to get rid of no matter what she tried. Something else she had come to accept with Clark's help.

Leslie's most prominent feature was her hips, and even that might be a bit generous. They were a bit larger than average but not by that much, really it was just enough to make shopping for pants a bit of a nightmare.

As she inspected herself, a last ditch effort at distraction, as doomed as it was she did notice something a bit peculiar, her pussy looked a bit swollen? She eased her hand down her stomach, slowly moving it over her mound but she didn't feel any pain or discomfort, honestly the simple act of contact sending her arousal into overdrive, giving her a few small sparks of pleasure as she teased it.

Slipping a finger in between her lips confirmed two things, one, that she was already wet and ready and two, that her pussy was eager for more. With her free hand she dug into her nightstand and pulled out her favorite dildo, it was sky blue and featured measurements above average compared to the real thing. Adjusting herself into a more comfortable position she started sliding it lengthwise down her pussy, preparing it with a liberal coating of her juices. Leslie was sure now, her pussy was puffy from her desire, her lips wrapping around the dildo's shaft more than they ever have before.

After enough strokes to liberally coat the dildo she turns it so the head is positioned at her entrance. Biting her lip she starts to push it in and is a bit surprised by how easily it slips into her, a small moan escaping her lips as she takes the entire length in one fell swoop.

Leslie starts to drive it in and out of her pussy, picking up speed in an effort to maximize her pleasure, the wet sounds coming from her pussy just pushing her to go faster. Even so, Leslie found her dildo doing less and less for her even as she used her free hand to play with her clit.

Eventually her frustration got to be too much and she threw her hands up, the dildo just gently slipping out of her pussy, laying forgotten on the bed as Leslie tried to come up with an alternative. The burning need had only gotten stronger and she was well past the point of no return here, if she didn't get herself off she'd go crazy until Clark got home.

Desperate for release Leslie suddenly remembered something, an old gag gift. Making her way to the closet and pulling down a few boxes she pulls out what she was looking for. In short, it was a comically thick dildo, almost four inches across at the base. The obnoxious yellow/green swirl coloring hadn't done it any favors either. It had been a gift from her girlfriends just before their wedding.

They'd all had a good laugh about but it'd clearly be impossible to use. She'd never mentioned it again, but her natural curiosity got the better of her and one day she did try it. It hadn't gone well. Even lubed up to hell and back she'd never gotten more than half of its modest six inch length inserted and even that much had been borderline painful.

But looking at it now, she was out of ideas and quickly pulled it out of its box, setting its wide base on the floor and grabbed her lube. She might be fine with her natural lubrication with her usual dildo but this thing was just too extreme to even try and go "dry".

Once she had it lubed up, and left the lube within reach just in case. Leslie hyped herself up mentally as she squatted down over it, going very slowly. Or at least, she was until her foot slipped out from under her. She barely had the moment to start a shocked gasp as she fell before, miraculously, the huge dildo speared her needy pussy perfectly.

Surprise turned to pleasure as not only did the thick glans of the dildo spread her lips, it kept going deeper. As her arms shot out to catch herself the entire length was hungrily swallowed up by her pussy and a white hot spear of pleasure drove through her brain from the sensation of her entire depths being pushed outwards by the massive dildo.

As Leslie caught herself and stopped falling her surprised gasp stretched out into a loud moan as the dildo nestled into her depths without regard for how impossible that should have been. As she steadied herself she gingerly explored her pussy with her free hand, her puffy lips were stretched wide around the girth of the dildo and yet...

Working her finger along her lips with a bit of a push she slipped a finger into her pussy, her lips were tight and yet there still seemed to be more give to them.

Pulling her finger out she adjusted her footing, pulling herself up the dildo a bit, drawing out more pleasure even with just the way it rubbed her insides, stoking the fire of desire that just kept burning hotter and hotter. Once she was ready Leslie took a deep breath and started to ride the dildo in earnest.

Each time she brought her hips down a burst of pleasure erupted in Leslie's mind, the way her inner walls caressed each and every detail of the stupidly thick dildo was simply driving her wild and pushing her closer and closer to release finally. As she reached a fevered tempo she managed to get a hand down to the pussy, working at her clit. Even with her lips stretched out by the dildo she still feels them pushing against her thumb as it stimulates her clit.

She's so close, she stoked the fire in her loins into a blazing inferno, the muscles in her legs starting to burn from her crazy tempo as she spears herself on the dildo again and again until finally, the dam bursts, Leslie gives one final downward thrust, taking the dildo so deep she's swear she felt the carpet against her pussy lips if she'd been able to think of anything but the orgasm that was washing over her.

As the orgasm runs its course she gently eases herself to the floor, moans turning to gasps as she works to catch her breath. Her pussy twitching in the afterglow as the ORgasm washed over her before starting to wane.

as the thick dildo just casually slips out of her as if it had never been a tight fit at all.

After a few minutes Leslie has recovered enough to pull herself up off the floor, the thick dildo just casually slipping out of her as if it had never been a tight fit at all. She winced as her legs complained as she got to her feet. She sees the massive dildo her pussy has so casually discarded before looking down at her pussy, a gasp sneaking out as she processed what she was seeing. If her lips had been puffy before now they were downright swollen, not just swollen but as if her whole pussy had just grown. It wasn't hard for Leslie to picture the huge camel toe she'd given how lewd it looked as-is.

She made her way over to the mirror again to make sure, gently prodding it, she found it basically had to dig past her swollen lips to reach her clit now. It honestly reminded her of pictures and video she's happened upon a while back of women using pumps on their pussies, causing varying degrees of swelling and claimed increases in sensitivity. Unfortunately for Leslie even right after the incredible orgasm she'd just had her pussy wasn't satisfied as even her gentle exploration was already starting to stoke the fire that had clearly not burned out.

Leslie groaned as she started pacing, what was she going to do? She'd pushed herself into repeated orgasms in the past, but that had taken effort and time. Currently her pussy just seemed raring to go regardless, to say nothing of the absurd amount of growth and swelling she had already undergone. Was it going to keep growing? All these questions and more swirled in her head as she tried to figure out what to do next.

As her arousal built up again it started to taint her thinking. Her eyes fell upon the 2 dildos she'd already used and couldn't help but wonder if something even bigger would work? As Leslie's higher faculties were overwhelmed by her growing arousal it made sense, a bigger pussy needed something big to please it clearly! She was already out of Dildos so she moved about the house naked trying to find something, anything that might work. Eventually she came to the kitchen and as she opened the fridge her lips curled into a small grin as her eyes spotted a few things that might work...

~~~A short while later~~~

Clark closed the door behind him, finally glad to be home after putting in some extra hours due to a clueless client making last minute changes. He kept telling his bosses they needed to add clauses to the contract to stop this shit from happening every damn time but so far it has fallen on deaf ears.

"Les, I'm home!" Clark called out, but not too loud in case she was napping or something, making his way to the kitchen he was greeted by an odd sight, a few of their vegetables just laying on the floor. Looking around the kitchen was actually quite clean, although it looks like some water or something had been spilt as well.

Opening the fridge, Clark inspects the contents, it's definitely not as full as it was, but looks like most of the stuff missing was stuff that had been at risk, and probably had, of going bad, Leslie must have cleaned it out. There was one thing missing from the fridge that was odd, it should still have been good...

Clark's train of thought was interrupted by a faint groaning, closing the fridge he listened for it again, hearing it clearer the second time. Clark immediately dropped all his things onto the counter and followed the sound, had Leslie fallen and hurt herself, had someone broken in...

Clark's mind raced as he approached the bedroom but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw as he stood in the open door frame. There was his wife Leslie, laying on the floor, her legs spread wide and what appeared to be the missing watermelon impossibly shoved half way up her pussy. This close Clark realized his mistake, the groans he heard before weren't pained groans, but pleasured ones. As he stood there Leslie's arms were desperately pushing on the watermelon, as if trying to push it further in.

"Leslie!" Clark called out as he finally moved into the bedroom and to her side. "What is this, what's going on?!" he questioned Leslie. Her response was sluggish, like she was distracted,"OH honey, good....I need your help," Leslie wheezed. "Of course, I'll pull it out right now!" Clark stuttered as he started to move around her.

Leslie's arms wrapped possessively around the watermelon as best they could, "No!" Leslie gasped out, "I need it, need it deeper!" she panted. Clark was taken aback, the situation was clearly impossible and yet here he was staring at his wife's pussy stretched around a watermelon, her pussy tinged a rather angry looking red and yet, he didn't see any evidence of blood or Leslie being hurt. Leslie continued, "The dildos weren't enough, needed...bigger...but now I can't push it, you have to ...push it in..." she choked out.

Clark's mind raced yet again, he should just pull it out, there was no way it was ever going to fit right? No one's body could take something like that...and yet there was a small part at the back of his mind, they'd talked about having kids, when they were ready for it, but Clark had always wondered what Leslie would look like if she were pregnant, the swollen belly, the breasts bloated with milk. Considering how large the watermelon was, this would be a hell of a sneak peak.

Leslie let out another groan, her legs shuddered in exhaustion, her arms not strong enough to help it along, leaving Clark to make the call. The tightness in his pants became harder to ignore as that small part of his brain got louder about how sexy Leslie is normally and just how much sexier she would be if there were more of her...

A few seconds of silence before Clark finally answers, "Alright," his voice solemn, "I'll help, but if it hurts you I'm pulling it out." Leslie can only sluggishly nod as Clark gets down on his knees and gently moves her hands out of the way. He spreads his fingers out, not wanting to damage the watermelon by applying too much force in one spot. "I'm gonna push now." Clark warns her, Leslie's desperate cry of "DO IT!" is all he needs to start.

Clark starts slow, not wanting to overdo it, but it doesn't budge until he starts to really lean into it. Once it starts to slowly shift forward Leslie basically screams out a long and drawn out moan. He keeps the pressure up, even adding a bit or a twist to it in case it helps, Leslie's continuous moans telling Clark that at least she's enjoying it somehow.

By now Clark had pushed the watermelon in by a couple of inches and as it starts to taper down again he notices he doesn't need to push as hard. Leslie moans get rougher as her belly distends more and more visibly as the watermelon is pushed further inwards, "Fuck! So close!" she gasps out. Close? Clark wonders, close to what...an orgasm, from this?

Clark's confusion doesn't break his focus, there is only a few inches left to go, he only has room for one hand now. Leslie's breathing is fast and ragged, moans and fucks interspersed as she's able. As her pussy became less stretched out Clark can't help but note that it still looks quite swollen. Clark keeps pushing and as Leslie's pussy comes into contact and moving over the fingers of Clark's hand her orgasm hits her hard, her legs twitch and jerk, finally not being forced all the way out from the half inserted watermelon, her back arches as she cries out loudly.

Clark pulls his hand out of her pussy as her lips reach his knuckles, her pussy apparently more than capable of handling things from here as the watermelon continues to disappear on its own. As the last hints of green disappear into her depths Leslie's orgasm starts to wind down, her back relaxes and her legs go limp, laying flat. Clark watches through gaped lips as her pussy twitches a final time as the watermelon seems to settle in her womb.

Looking up from Leslie's pussy Clark takes in her new belly, the shape of the watermelon is clear against the stretched out skin, her stomach not quite "settling" as a true pregnant belly would, giving it a slightly unnatural look to it.

And yet Clark can't look away, his dick straining against his underwear. Her chest remained unchanged, this wasn't a real pregnancy after all but all it did was provide contrast to just how big her belly had gotten. As he continued to observe he was drawn back to her pussy as it slowly pulled itself closed, the gape not nearly as evident anymore. The new size of her pussy was evident now, her lips were swollen but also it was clear now her pussy was simply bigger as well. Still not actually big enough to actually explain what was going on but Clark was simply past the point of disbelief.

Shaking his head he gets up and checks Leslie over, she's slowly catching her breath but is basically out of it in one hell of a post orgasm afterglow. He gently picks her up, the added weight and awkwardness of the watermelon making things a bit harder, moving her up to the bed at least, rolling her onto her side just in case.