Snowed In and Growing

"So what's on the menu for tonight?"

The two debated back and forth on a movie to watch, ultimately settling on a cheesy horror flick as they both neared their third drink. Snacks were grabbed, popcorn made, and overall the night was going splendidly. There were two comfortable old couches in the den that both faced the TV, and Nick and Rachel sat on different couches. They were each warm under blankets, talking over most of the movie and laughing at the blatantly bad jump scares.

Rachel eventually got up to use the restroom. She took her blanket with her. Nick took the time to adjust the raging hardon he'd had basically ever since she arrived. He regretted not jerking off tonight, and had the offhand realization that it was actually the first night since he was on his own that he didn't. Tonight was better than jerking off, anyway. When she came back, she made a pit stop at the back door to grab two more beers before heading over to Nick's couch.

"Make some room, I'm cold and this movie's scary"

She wiggled her butt at him a bit and he laughed and sidled over. She plopped down close to him (very close) and handed over his new drink. They clinked their bottles together and settled down to enjoy the rest of the movie. This time it was quiet between the two of them - Nick was practically scared to breathe. Her thigh was pressed against his, and one of her legs was over top his. Of course, they were still in separate blankets. Nick's four beers took the reigns of his actions, and he decided to bring his arm up around her shoulders. He wrapped his arm around her and she instantly responded by leaning in heavily against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her dirty blonde hair tumbled down his chest, slightly tickling him. This was a perfect night. Nick was so comfortable that he barely noticed falling asleep.

He briefly woke up about an hour later, whe the music of the movie credits played. Rachel was snuggled even deeper into him, breathing rhythmically in her own sleep. She had slid down his chest a bit while asleep - she was now resting her head against his stomach as he leaned back in the couch, with her twin chest globes pressed firmly into his lap. He looked at her and smiled contentedly, turning off the TV before nodding off once more. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was that his still-solid erection was sandwiched between her oversized melons.

Nick dreamed of getting the best titfuck of his life. The unidentified woman in his dreams massaged his dick in ways he didn't even know was possible, squeezing her massive breasts and heaving them up and down overtop of it. He felt close to climax for what must have been an eternity. He endured, until he glanced up and saw that this dream woman was Rachel. Her face was red with the effort of the titfuck, her hair tousled over her face and she licked her lips as she watched his member continually swallowed by the vast cleavage. She then made direct eye contact with him, looking almost desperate at him.

"Cover my tits in cum."

It was a command, not a request, and he obliged. Nick felt each pulse and surge of cum rip through his body. He was suddenly awake, groggy in the orgasm still pulsing through him. Half asleep, he stifled any sound he thought he was making as fireworks went off in his head. The orgasm then subsided - this had to be his biggest one yet - and he noticed something weird about Rachel's sleeping position. It almost looked like she had her hands wrapped around her chest as she slept, which was still pressed with a hefty weight into his now-moist lap. He then knocked out once more.

Nick woke up alone on the couch, with a faint trace of a hangover. What was that wet dream? It felt so real.

They had definitely hung out and drank together. They definitely fell asleep together. The rest is a hazy mess, though he definitely dreamed that he got an amazing titfuck. Nick got up, heading to the kitchen for some water, some breakfast, and his first pill of the day. Left on the counter was a sticky note with a message from Rachel.

You sleep like a rock, dude. Come find me if you want to hang again.

It didn't answer his questions about his 'wet dream', but the note certainly reawoke his sleeping member. Nick swallowed his pill, had a quick breakfast, and headed up to his room. He grabbed a ruler, holding it up to his crotch. 5.5 inches. In just a few days he grew another half an inch! Now it was time to take it for a test ride. He glanced out the window, disappointed (but not surprised) that he couldn't see anything through the ongoing snow. It took no time at all for him to reach the boiling point, and he still had the memory of last night fresh on his mind. Nick felt the surge and pulse of each squirt of cum as it shot out. He counted 8 watery squirts, a new personal best! (At least while awake).

Nick spent the rest of the day wondering when he should go find Rachel. By the time the sun had set, the continuing heavy snowfall had accumulated much more densely. Snow drifts rose up to the first floor windows, and blocked in his door. He decided that he'd go find her the next day, and blame his hangover if she asked why he didn't come today. So he took his nightly pill, and hung out on his own.

The next day came with more snow. To Nick's dismay, he couldn't get out of his doors - they both swung open outward, and the snow drifts were so big and so packed that the door was stuck. That night, he grabbed the phone and rang next door as he swallowed his nighttime pill.

Rachel picked up, a bit out of breath. She confirmed that she had the same door problem at her place. They joked about nature trying to keep them apart, before Nick assured her that they'd hang out again before the storm was over.

"Good! I'm starting to run out of things to do over here. What about you?"

Nick responded,

"I've at least got some games. I can play by myself, at least until it gets boring."

"I bet you never get bored playing by yourself."

She laughed.

"Hey, what does that mean??"

She laughed again.

"Nothing. Let's try to hang out soon, though. I gotta go now - I'm gonna go play by myself."

Rachel was teasing him, in good fun, but it was having the unfortunate side effect of seriously turning him on. His face reddened as she hung up. Flustered, he grabbed the pill bottle and swallowed his nighttime pill. Wait. I already took one. Oh man! Nick grabbed the bottle and scanned the instructions - it didn't say anything about what to do if you take more than the recommended dosage. It was late, just after dinner, but he finally relented and decided to give a call to Dr Fenneson. He had decided a while ago not to mention the growth he'd been experiencing - he didn't want any chance of them telling him to stop taking the pills - but he was worried about other side effects. So he dialed the office number. Thankfully, the doctor was still working. The snow plows must be going round the clock to make sure the rest of the city has access to roads.

Nick was eventually redirected to Dr Fenneson, who assured him that he won't be dying by taking an extra pill accidentally.

"A few patients reported a worsening of their side effects if they took more than the recommended dosage, but it wasn't debilitating for any of them. Plus, you mentioned not feeling any side effects, correct?"

"Uh, that's right, doc."

"Then you should be right as rain. Just be sure to dial me if anything changes. And if you speak to your parents, give them my regards and wish them a happy anniversary."

"Will do. Thanks, doc."

With that, Nick hung up feeling relieved. He sat down to watch TV, but soon fell asleep beneath the warm blanket. He was sweating, but cold, but hot, but icy. This dream was awful compared to two nights ago with Rachel. Nick tossed and turned before the day finally arrived with even more snow. The sun just barely peeked through gray clouds, signaling another day of storm. He groaned and felt a slick wetness at his crotch when he moved. Did I piss myself?

He pulled the blanket back and was greeted by the unmistakable musky scent of cum.

Holy shit. Was that all me?

His boxers were soaked through; the crotch area, the tops of both thighs, and even parts of the couch on either end were stained with what could only be sperm. Nick blinked as he looked. He then saw the length of dick, perfectly highlighted in the soaked underwear. He shot up and hurried to grab a ruler.

7.5 inches. Was that 1.5 inches in one night? What the hell?

Nick felt woozy, like the worst hangover he'd ever had. Despite the euphoria of his dick being certifiably big, he was exhausted and ached all over. He forced some breakfast down, and answered the phone when it rang. It was Rachel.

"You sound like shit. Did you drink all my beer by yourself? I was hoping we could have split them some more..."

Nick grunted out the explanation that he felt like shit, that he hadn't drank any, and that he was probably going to sleep most of today.

"Well, do that. Call me tomorrow when you wake up, okay? If you don't, I'm gonna break in your windows just to check on you."

He knew she was joking, but he appreciated it.

"Sure thing. Thanks, Rach. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Be careful and drink plenty of fluids!"

"Will do. Bye"

"Bye, Nick"

They hung up. Nick had the strength to take his morning pill and then promptly fell asleep. He awoke when the sun was already set, and was starving. He grabbed a quick meal, took his pill, and went right back to bed.

The next morning Nick felt a whole lot better. He had apparently had another wet dream, as evidenced by his boxers that were once again completely soaked through with white cream, the thick scent of cum heavy under his covers. First order of business was cleaning himself and his cum-soaking briefs. He rang Rachel after, as he ate some leftovers from a previous night's meal and took his pill. The phone went right to the dial-tone. That's weird. He went up to his room and looked out the window. The snow was finally coming down a bit lighter, but with the massive snow drifts he couldnt see anything other than her bedroom, which currently had the curtains drawn shut. Nick waited around until nighttime, but didn't see any lights come on from her house. He called again with no luck this time either.

Welp, I guess I'm gonna climb out a window.

Nick put his snow gear on, worried about Rachel, and surveyed his house for the best window to climb out of. The doors were still inoperable. He made his choice and opened a side window, removing the screen. Snow immediately drifted inside into the carpet, but he ignored it for now. He clambered out the window and into the darkness of the snowy night. Nick approached her house and found a window that was actually within reach, and began to bang on it. He stood shivering, waiting, before eventually a figure practically made out of blankets shuffled over and opened the window. Rachel's voice, lilting and amused, came out of it.

"You're absolutely ridiculous. This is nothing like what I expected my prince in shining armor to look like. But I'll take it."

Nick said nothing, but offered his hand out to her.

"Let me get some things. Stay there, sir knight. Your damsel in distress needs her gowns."

She rushed off, shedding blankets as she went. A few minutes went by, before a completely new Rachel came back to the window. She pulled the screen off, and tossed a bag out to Nick, who caught it and put it around his shoulder.

She was once again dressed in all of her snow gear as well. She climbed through the window, and Nick reached up to help steady her when she began to slip. He grabbed her hips firmly, holding her in place and gently lowering her down.

"Thanks"

She said sheepishly, turning to him and smiling through her scarf before turning back to shut the door. They trudged across through the snow and into the window of his house, shutting it once more against the cold before she spoke.

"My power went out last night. I packed my bag ready to come over, but I was just so cold. I was probably gonna break in tomorrow whether you liked it or not."

She took off her hat and unwrapped her scarf, revealing her radiant facial features and beautiful eyes.

"But thank you for coming. I'm really happy you did. And I'm glad you're feeling better!"

"I know you'd do the same, so don't even worry about it. And yeah, it was just one day of crap but I feel totally better now!'

"You sure you didn't act sick to get rid of me?"

Rachel playfully prodded.

"Believe me, I've wanted to see you every day since we hung out."

Ooph, that might've been a bit too forward. That sounded desperate.

"Me too! I was sad you didn't come find me before the storm got too bad. I would've loved to have a sleepover again."

What was that look she gave when she said that?

"At least we'll have a sleepover until you get power back now!"

"Yeah. My wonderful Knight in shining armor came to rescue me!"

She clasped her hands in front of her chest. Nick jokingly sighed and leaned down to untie his boots as she pranced around him singing exaggerated praises. Eventually she finished, and joined him in peeling off her snow layers. This time she didnt go into another room, but rather stripped down to a loose tee shirt right next to him. She was very obviously not wearing a bra, as her chest swayed side to side in the shirt with every piece of clothing she removed. She even pulled off her snow pants, revealing nothing but panties underneath. Nick couldn't help but stare, and she caught him. She grinned mischievously and wagged a finger at him.

"Tsk tsk. The knight in shining armor needs to work a little harder than that before the damsel gives herself to him."

She then stole a glance down to his crotch. His pole was swollen and stiff, tenting out his pants like the circus was setting up between his legs. Nick quickly covered himself, but it was already too late. She stood there, covered only by a loose tee shirt and a pair of panties, looking between his legs with a lecherous look in her eyes. Rachel continued her trail of thought,

"No matter how big his sword might be..."

They drank together again that night, though to less of an excess. Nothing inappropriate was done, and they wished each other a good might before sleeping in separate areas of the den. Rachel had the futon, and Nick set himself up on the other couch. He didn't have a chance to jerk off, but desperately needed to. Once the sound of Rachel's breathing became deep and rhythmic, he quietly stole away to his room. He grabbed a ruler to measure himself first. 8.5 inches. He wasn't sure if he was starting to grow faster, or if it was the accidental extra pill that made him get this big, but he wasn't complaining. Nick loved feeling the meaty tube in his hands (hands! Plural!). He honestly wanted it to be even bigger.

He slowly jerked it, not needing lube because of the excessive amounts of precum that dribbled from his bright red tip. He breathed hard as he imagined Rachel's body from earlier today. He started stroking faster, the sounds of his movements getting more and more loud and sloppy; and his dick produced more precum the more excited he got. Within a minute the schlorping sound of his jerking was accompanied by a small splattering sound as his sticky, clear pre was dripping to the ground between his legs in large droplets and short sprays. Nick thought back to the wet dream. It seemed so real. Her commanding voice rang through his head once more.

Cover my tits in cum.

He felt his muscles tense up.

With a grunt he released his first rope. Electricity shot from his groin to his toes, all the way through to his head as he flexed his pelvic muscles and watched the white stream erupt from the tip. It blasted cleanly through the few tissues he'd set up, soaking the bottom half completely and leaving a hole where it hit the thin paper. His next few ropes were just as strong, and similarly destroyed the wads of tissues that he tried to contain it with. In the end, despite using about 12 tissues, Nick was left with a thick pile that was more cum than it was tissue, and that wasn't counting the entire creamy soaking, spray after thick spray, he accidentally gave his left hand as he tried to catch the numerous ropes with tissue paper. He sighed heavily with relief, washing the thick globs of white cum from his fingers and palm before sinking into a seated position.

He absentmindedly played with his balls during the afterglow of this earth shattering orgasm. Wait, were they bigger too?

He got up and looked at himself in the mirror. His meat hung heavily down below his balls, almost 6 inches flaccid and delightfully thick. He actually had to lift it out of the way, hefting it in one hand as the head dangled downward out of his palm. There they were. His testes now looked like two golf balls stuffed into his sack. They definitely were bigger. That's interesting.

Nick cleaned up and crept back to bed, never noticing in his tired, blissful state that Rachel wasn't in bed. That she was, in fact, hiding outside of the bathroom since he entered; and when he crept out, she snuck in.

It was a good while before Rachel crept back into her own bed. By then, Nick had long since gone to sleep.

Warmth surrounded him. It was the pleasant warmth of cuddling under a blanket during a cold day. It was also the pleasant warmth of another body, pressed against his back and arms wrapped around his midsection. Nick opened his eyes, not moving his body, and glanced down to see two wiry arms hugging his chest from behind. He smiled at the thought of Rachel moving over to his couch to cuddle during the night. He also couldn't help but notice the large milk sacks pressed into his back. They had a pleasant resistance to them, capped with the slightest pressure where it almost felt like her nipples were poking him.

If his hardon could have gotten harder, it would have. However, he was distracted by something else entirely: the TV was off, there were no lights shining from his cable box, and it was freezing outside the blanket. Did his power go out, too?

Crap.

....or maybe not crap?

Rachel already took the opportunity to slide under the covers with him. Being cold would be an excellent excuse for spinning around to face her and really snuggle in close. Nick put his plan into action, slowly shuffling around his position until he flipped to face her.

*SMACK*

Nick's heart jumped into his throat as he felt his throbbing, fat johnson make bare contact with Rachel's nude thigh. It must have flopped out of the front of his boxers during the night, or gotten hard and lifted up the cloth on one side. Either way, he froze as he stared into her sleeping face. His entire dick was resting, pulsing, on her inner thigh and facing up towards her panties. This was hot and he regretted ever having the idea. His dick grew harder still, and began to involuntarily flex powerfully as a squirt of sticky precum glorped out and pooled onto her thighs. Nick did the only thing he could think of, and closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep.

It didn't help that they were both laying on the couch - there was barely any room for one person, let alone two. They were practically on top of each other. If he thrusted slightly, he'd probably even brush his tip against -

No, no, can't have that thought right now. I need to work on getting this thing under control. Distracting thoughts, c'mon, think!

He felt a stirring from the soft body pressed against him, and heard a gentle vocalization as Rachel awoke. Nick pretended to be asleep even harder. A soft and quiet: