Growing Together Ch. 13

"So good," Alisa moaned. She stroked the girl's hair, praising her for drinking it all. Her hands had no power anymore, kept in place by instinct alone, an inane urge to make certain that her seed poured into Bianca. Unnecessary. Bianca moaned and sucked, tongue slurping across every inch within its reach, as she added a fourth finger to her pussy, churning her fluids to a frothing mess. Her spare hand groped at her naked tits, smothering them in her spit and Alisa's cum.

The futa fell back as her orgasm reached its conclusion. A final spurt, desperate to join the others, launched itself across Bianca's face.

Bianca kept her mouth open and tilted her head back, tongued extended. Her maw was full of cum, close to overflowing. She gurgled a laugh, closed her lips and pulled Alisa to her knees. The gypsy futa met her kiss, mouth parted, ready and willing to share in her climax.

"Hmm," Alisa moaned, swishing the slimy mixture around her mouth, washing her tongue in its flavour.

"Did it work?" Bianca asked after they parted.

Alisa swallowed with a deep sigh, "Yeah. But it won't do much instantly. Remember, it took a few days, and a week's break, before we got ridiculously huge."

"Don't worry," Bianca breathed. She pulled her hand from her sweltering cunt and brandished her drenched fingers to the futa, waving them under her nose, "We're not in any hurry."

"Uh-huh," Alisa nodded and took a digit in her mouth, sucking it clean and repeating on the next. Her taste buds rejoiced in the delicious spice of Bianca's cum. The girl spread her legs wide, a lewd sucking emitted from her thighs, coated in layers of juices. Her scent blasted Alisa and wound its way into her head, calling to her primal desires.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want to be huge again a-s-a-p."

"Fuck yeah," Alisa groaned and positioned her cock against the sultry opening. She teased the lips, pressing her tip against them, covering herself in lubricant, before her urges overcame her. The futa rammed inside, back to the welcoming embrace of her wife's walls. Their hips smacked together, sending a ripple through Bianca's full frame and new, pudgy gut.

Cursed or not, Alisa's production was unmatched. But it was a mere appetiser to what would come. She captured Bianca's lips in her own as their hips ground together, pressing her cock against the blissful, velvet insides. For now, she wanted to make love. Her lust hadn't yet grown out of control, acting as a powerful suggestion. As she grew, however, it would get worse. So much worse, she thought and moaned into the kiss.

Her hips rocked to and fro, lifting and falling with her breaths. Alisa ran her hands down her wife's back, nails clawing at her skin as they zeroed in on her ass. She gripped it, sank her fingers into the plushness and raised Bianca's hips. Her cock drove upward into the woman, scraping along her soaked walls.

Bianca returned the favour. Her snatch coiled about the throbbing girl-cock, indulging in its hardness, as she held Alisa tight to her chest and face. Their lips separated, breaths and hearts racing as they stared into one another's gaze, each as enraptured as the other. Alisa resumed the kiss, tongue frantic to reunite with its partner. Their muscles danced together, emboldened by the motions below.

The futa pulled Bianca close as she thrust forward. Each clap of their skin, both drenched in Bianca's fem-cum, fed into the next. Her short length had one perk. As she reared back, her cock slid to the opening of her lover's pussy, leaving the head alone inside, before she rammed back in. The sheets below dampened.

Alisa broke the kiss next. She pushed herself up to gaze upon Bianca. The girl's face twisted and relaxed in pleasure, each thrust eliciting another deep groan from her full lips. Her hair splayed across the pillows, unruly locks matted themselves to her skin. Sweat, spit and cum glistened on her skin, while streaks of white poured across her torso. Alisa followed a river as it snaked its way across Bianca's belly to her groin, where their bodies united.

The futa's cock sank past the plump vulva. Pink, swollen lips closed around her girth, as if to pull her in. A blunt nub poked out atop the folds and squished under Alisa's weight. She removed a hand from Bianca's curvaceous ass, leaned back and pressed her thumb against the engorged button. Bianca yelped at the touch, her hips raised and bucked against Alisa, as her pussy clamped down on the futa. Her voice quickly rose to blissful scream.

Alisa kept thrusting into the vice-like grip. Juices doused the gypsy in moments, leaving her dripping in Bianca's cum. She panted and moaned amidst her wife's cries, before quelling them in another kiss. Their bodies rolled against one another as Bianca rode out her orgasm. Beneath her, Alisa noticed how Bianca's full breasts swelled outwards, crushed under the futa's own petite bust.

They came apart after Bianca calmed.

"Even small, you're still amazing," Bianca panted.

Alisa pouted and, by way of reply, latched onto her wife's teat. She inhaled the fleshy peak and its sweet bounty, gulping to avoid drowning in delicious milk. One hand found the spare breast and pushed it toward Bianca. Cream spilled from the tip, wasted on its creator's skin. Alisa bit into the other nipple.

"Okay, okay," Bianca giggled and latched onto her own tit. They worked in sync, eyes locked to guarantee that fact, while Alisa continued to fuck her wife's sopping wet cunt.

She popped free soon after, panting and thrusting with abandon, "Gonna cum!"

"Hmm," Bianca moaned around her nipple. Her hips moved with Alisa's, also building to her second orgasm. She took her freed breast and brought it to her mouth, devouring the leaking tit.

"Not inside," Alisa panted. Even inundated in lust, she remembered their plan.

Bianca had, reluctantly, decided it would be better if she got pregnant after the wedding. On one condition, though Alisa didn't mind it in the least. Over the following weeks, they explored the internet, looking at stories, artwork and hentai of inflation and impregnation. They often lost control during it. By the time they'd said their vows and reached the villa, Bianca and Alisa were enamoured by the idea of stuffing Bianca full to bursting.

But that wouldn't happen. Alisa had made sure of it. Her earlier curse, a modified form of what her grandmother had performed on them months ago, guaranteed Bianca's safety, and that of their young. Right now, swimming in Bianca's womb, were several ova, each waiting to be fertilised. Others would join them as the evening wore on, brought out by the lust and pleasure.

She couldn't cum inside until they'd maximised on the possibility. Alisa jerked back and grabbed her cock. She straddled Bianca's waist and aimed her prick at the girl's face, intent on finishing her earlier attempt. Their eyes met. Alisa's hands worked her cock and Bianca's clit. They inhaled, mouths parted and shouted in harmony.

And let loose their second orgasm.

Minutes later, Alisa ran her tongue along her wife's face, clearing her of the viscous jizz, "You look way better like this."

"Who needs makeup with you around?" Bianca giggled. Their hips bucked against one another, soft in their afterglow, though neither felt any less aroused than before. Alisa's cock remained hard as stone, enclosed in the dripping confines of her wife's pussy. She traced her fingers across Bianca's form, to her stomach. Energy crackled between her fingertips.

"I feel them," Alisa said and nuzzled into her lover's neck, "Your eggs. Our babies to be."

"Can't wait until I can too," Bianca said. She placed her hand over Alisa's, holding it tight.

"You will. There'll be so much you'll wish they'd stop moving for once."

"You can see the future now?"

"No, but I know you," Alisa chuckled and pushed up, "And, because of that, I know you're going to let me do this." She yanked free and ducked her hips, holding her cock steady, poised to thrust past the tight ring of Bianca's ass.

"You bitch," the woman growled, then yelped at the burning penetration.

"No womb in there," Alisa said as she sank into her wife's rectum, "Turn around, I want to watch."

"You fuck my ass without telling me and expect to obey?"

"Yes."

"Fuck, you really do know me," Bianca chirped and did as she was bid to. Alisa's cock was soaked and leaked a constant flow of pre-cum, oiling the inexperienced confines and allowing Bianca to turn without removing the enlarged girl-dick.

"Of course I do," Alisa groaned. She sank to the hilt and fell forward, hugging her close as she claimed the most private hole, "I'm your wife, stupid."

"Don't call yourself stupid," Bianca cackled.

"For that, I'm gonna cum in here at least, hmm... five times," Alisa snarled. After the mess with Karen, she found it easier to fall into a dominant role. A trait, she'd noticed, that affected most of her life.

"You'll grow so huge, though. I'll be left behind."

"You're worried about that?" Alisa giggled and pulled her wife's face to the side, pecking her on the cheek, "What kind of slut doesn't cum from being fucked up the ass?"

"The bad kind."

"And what're you?" Alisa asked. Her fingers gripped Bianca's throat, the threat plain to see.

"A good slut."

"No," Alisa shook her head and squeezed.

"I'm not a bad slut," Bianca defended.

"I know. But you're not just a good one."

"I... I'm your slut."

"And more," Alisa urged.

"I'm your good, cum slut!"

"Come on!"

"I'm your good, ass-pussy slut! I'm your cum dumpster! I-I'm whatever you want me to be!"

"Fuck yeah, you are!" Alisa growled and set about pounding her wife harder than ever. She muttered a short curse, one to enhance her strength and stamina. What kind of slut-owner would she be if she had to stop every few seconds?

Five orgasms later and, as agreed, Alisa slipped free of Bianca's ass. The hole gaped wide, offering a broad view of the cum-soaked insides. Bianca's rim clenched, trying to lock it in, but failed. Her body twitched in the afterglow. She laid atop her breasts, each now the size of yoga balls. The quivering woman's ass and hips had followed suite. Yet she still had a ways to go before she approached her former glory.

Alisa grinned down at her cock. She'd missed the feeling of being so large, though she still didn't compare to before. Her length extended from her elbow to fingertip, its girth exceeded her fingers' reach and her balls matched cantaloupes in mass. Inside, they were a compressed ocean of semen. As Bianca's ass and stomach attested to.

Cum poured from the woman's ruined asshole, forced out by the pressure inside her rotund belly. The round curve extended to the bed and jiggled with Bianca's orgasmic afterglow. One hand steadied the flesh as she fell to her side. She opened her legs wide. Her eyes, glazed over in ecstasy, found Alisa's.

"Still not... big... enough," Bianca panted.

"Yeah. But first," Alisa said and moved to her wife's head, offering her cock, "Clean me off."

Outside, the sun crested the treelines to cast its brilliant glow across the world. Its warmth sustained the life that stepped out to greet its radiance, eager to begin the day its light signalled. Men, women and children would rise shortly, the nightshift workers looked forward to finally sleeping, and the unemployed shouted and cursed at their computers. But two people failed to notice its ascent, nor did they care to find out.

Alisa watched, transfixed as the bulge of her cock vanished from Bianca's belly. A constant Jetstream of cum inundated the woman's uterus, swelling it larger than seemed feasible. Seven-and-a-half feet of futa-dick was engulfed in her swelling abdomen. Her belly button popped out, splashing the cum and milk that had pooled there, cresting the rising sphere. In seconds, Alisa believed she could fit inside.

Yet it would be a full minute before the dome matched Bianca's breasts. After a few hours, Bianca's orgasms seemed to bleed into one another, each spurred on by a simple thrust. Later, a flick to her mammoth nipples could spark a climax. Now, Alisa's caresses acted as carpet bombs of ecstasy. Milk fountained from her nipples, both over a foot long and wider than a soda bottle.

Alisa's climax had ended after what could've been an hour. Nothing told the time. Their phones laid in their discarded clothes, too far for either to move for something as trivial as knowing the time. Days could have passed and she wouldn't be any wiser.

"Worth it?" Alisa asked. She and Bianca laid together, on their side and back respectively. Cum saturated the bed and air, bullying all other aromas into submission. Alisa rested atop her wife's breast, unable to reach the bed anymore.

"Oh god, yeah," Bianca said.

Alisa had dulled their sensitivity and libidos. Much as she wanted to continue, even now her cock strained to awaken her arousal, they needed sleep. Her hand stroked the base of Bianca's belly. It would take a hike to reach the peak.

"Mt. Bianca," Alisa chuckled. Energy danced across her fingers once more, telling her the results of their plan, "Perfect." She decreed, beaming at her lover. Almost two dozen eggs were attached to Bianca's womb, promising that, in nine-months, she'd see the same belly again. She relayed the news to Bianca.

"Do you think we can handle it?" Bianca asked, gawking at her state.

"Yeah. Between my powers and your 'you-ness', we'll manage," Alisa said.

"But you said there's at least twenty in there, right?"

"Do you want more?" Alisa leaned her head up, eyebrow arched and a hopeful grin twitching on her lips.

"We'll be bankrupt with just this many," Bianca reasoned.

"Stop stealing my role," Alisa snickered, "Don't worry about a thing, Anca."

"How can't I?"

"Because I'm going to make us rich. Everything I've read, everything I've lived, has told me that gypsies, at least those in my bloodline, stay in hiding to avoid being hunted or prosecuted. But no one believes in this stuff. People rationalise everything with technology now. Whatever I do, no matter how miraculous, they'll think was through science. So, why hide?" Alisa explained.

"All I have to do is sell my curses or create things with them. I can even manipulate someone into giving us a store, rent free."

"When'd you get so devious?" Bianca laughed.

"Since I got a bit of Karen in me. Now, hush," Alisa pressed her lips to Bianca's, "Mommies need their rest. As do daddies."

"Okay," Bianca yawned, as if her body realised how exhausted it truly was.

"I love you," Alisa said and curled up with her wife, basking in her warmth.

"I love you too," Bianca murmured. They shared a final grin as sleep claimed them.

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