The Trailer Park Incident

Misty lay on her back, but shifted side to side slightly, causing her growing breasts to jiggle fluidly as she did. She arched her back slightly, a surprised moan escaping her thin lips. Now that her breasts were not constricted she was aware of the pleasurable warmth that was mixed with the sore painful feeling in them as they grew. That warmth was radiating out form her breasts and flowing through her body, and it felt like it was collecting in her privates. It reminded her of the warm fuzzy feeling she got when she used a vibrator on a high setting.

She continued to writhe about, feeling her breasts growing ever larger, but also feeling more and more aroused. She allowed one of her hands to wander to her waist and unbutton her jeans. A moment later her hand was jammed down the front of her pants, snaking into her panties and through her thick black pubic hair. She dipped her pointer finger into her slit, collecting some of the moisture that was flowing there, then dragged her finger up to her clit. With her fingertip well lubricated she began to finger herself.

Blinking, she looked away from the ceiling above her. She lifted her head slightly, looking at her chest. She gasped in shock. Her breasts were now huge, nearly double the size of head perhaps although it was hard to tell. Her pink areolas had been stretched out to nearly the size of the palm of her hand, if not bigger. The nub of her nipples, which were engorged and erect, were each as big as the end of her thumb.

As she stared at her breasts she continued to masturbate. This ensured that she kept wiggling slightly, causing her breasts to move back and forth from side to side in fluid motions. She could tell just by looking at her breasts that they would be soft and malleable to the touch. In fact, lying on her back as she was, they flowed fluidly down the sides of her torso, as much of their heft now resting on the bed below her as was resting on her chest. Instead of being the large, nearly perfectly round orbs they had been earlier that day they were like two huge fleshy, jiggling pancakes.

She noticed that they seemed to have stopped growing, the painful stretching feeling finally fading. But the radiating warmth still continued to flow from them. They felt slightly sore, and very tender. With slow caution she raised her free hand up and gently placed her hand down on one breast. As soon as skin contacted skin she knew how sensitive her flesh had become.

Acting on pure animal instinct she began to caress her breasts, the oversensitive flesh sending overpowering waves of pleasure flowing into her. She felt that pleasure echo in her breast, feeling as if it was growing larger and more potent. Then it flowed in a wave of pleasure out into her body, warming her face. It flowed down, hitting her privates like a tsunami. She moaned loudly, arching her back high into the air as she groped a handful of tit meat and began to cum.

The orgasm was confusingly strong, making her head spin and making her lose her place in the world, she even black out for what felt to be just a moment. When her mind began to clear she realized she was still lying on her back, but her arms were each stretched out beside her. She blinked again, a kind of nervous tic that helped her clear her mind. She realized her arms weren't just stretched out beside her, but were tied that way.

She looked at her wrists. Yes, some kind of leather binding was tied around her wrist, tightly stretching to the edge of the bed. She looked around the room and saw a man standing at the end of her bed in the middle of tying one of her ankles to the bed as well. Filled with sudden panic she moved to kick him away, but found her other leg was already tightly bound in place. "Who?" she asked, then remembered: the stranger.

He looked up at her, a patient, waiting look on his face. "I invited you here," she said aloud, as if just remembering it. "You gave me a drink... but it was a drug of some kind, made my breasts grow! What... what are you?"

The man nodded approvingly. "Yes, that is a much better question than who I am. Because who I am, as an individual, doesn't matter. We are legion, young Misty, surrounding you humans at all times. You just don't know it. And though there are different things that go bump in the night, those like me are rather interchangeable to humans like you."

She narrowed her eyes as he finished tightening the binding around her ankle. She realized then that she had been stripped all the way naked. The ankle bindings were tied in a way that pulled her legs open, giving the man standing at the end of the bed full view of her most intimate of parts. She felt her face blush and she looked away from him. "What are you going to do to me now?"

"Ah," he said, as if just realizing something. "Not what you think, not exactly. The bindings aren't here to keep you from escaping. I have other ways of doing that, and I think once we start you wouldn't want to anyways. No, the bindings are here to keep you from hurting yourself. It seems I, uh, allowed you to drink far too much of the Fae potion. If your breasts had been as small as I thought, maybe it wouldn't have mattered, but as it is," he said, holding as hands up in a sign of defeat.

"I don't understand," she said angrily, aware that to look at him she had to look between the two enormous flesh mountains that were now her breasts.

"Well, the potion doesn't just make your breasts physically larger. See, humans give off a kind of... sexual energy. And creatures like me survive by feeding on that energy."

"What, like some kind of sexual vampire?"

"Yes, exactly! And not long after we are made what we are, we each find that there is a specific kind of sexual energy that we crave, one that nourishes us more than any other kind. For me it is the energy that comes from a woman's breasts. And to a certain extent that energy is dependent on the woman's natural breast size. Increasing the breasts isn't enough to make my sexual meal more pleasurable or filling, I need to magically increase the energy in those breasts. You understand?"

"No," she said, turning away. She didn't want to understand. None of this was right. She thought that maybe it was some kind of nightmare, but it all felt alarmingly real.

"Well, the potion didn't just increase the physical size of your breasts. It increased their output of sexual energies. And since your breasts were naturally so large you are now putting out nearly more energies than your body and mind can handle."

"I don't feel anything," she said quickly. But she knew, as soon as the words had left her mouth, that it was a lie. Her breasts DID feel different. And just the small breeze of the air flowing through the room across the far too sensitive skin of her breasts was warming her insides.

"It really doesn't matter what you think right now," he said. She looked at him and saw he was getting undressed. "In a moment I will begin to touch you and then all your worries will melt away. You're going to feel pleasure that you couldn't have even imagined was possible, and in the end it will break your mind for a time.

"But when you wake up tomorrow you will mostly have forgotten all of this. If you remember anything it will be as a dream, one that quickly fades from your memories. How else could ones such as I continue feeding on mortals nearly every night and remain undiscovered? And as far as your breasts go, well... you did drink more of it then you were supposed to, but it's always worn off after about ten hours in the past I'm sure it will be fine this time."

Misty was only vaguely listening to his words. As he had pulled his pants and underwear off he had revealed his manhood. In Misty's short time being sexually active she had already been with a great many men, but none of them had had a sexual organ as thick and long as this man's. Her eyes practically popped out of her head looking at it, and then did so again when she realized he hadn't even started to get hard yet.

"That's not going to fit in me!" She said, her voice alarmed, but with a hint of excitement in it.

The man grabbed his cock, stroking it slightly, then looked up at her. "Oh, this thing here? Yes, I know, rather larger than a mortal man's. I assure you, as big as it is, I could enter you without doing harm. But I probably won't be doing that. Like I said, it's the energy in your breasts I need."

Still stroking his cock he walked around the bed till he was standing next to her head. Smiling down at her, he climbed up onto the bed with her, holding his massive cock above her face. Looking up she could see that it had started to swell, filling with blood and engorging as it slowly grew longer, more rigid, and thicker. She turned her head away from it, saying, "No," before closing her mouth tightly.

"Shhhhhh," he said. "Calm yourself, there is nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was filled with the magical, singsong tone once again. She felt his voice wrap around the inside of her head, enveloping her mind and easing her fears. Those fears seemed to melt away, taking all of her worries with them. She felt herself grow calm; gradually realizing she didn't need to fear this man. If anything, she wanted to please him.

Slowly she turned her bead back towards him. His cock came back into view, looming large over her. She realized then that it wasn't intimidating, but instead arousing, to look at. She felt her slit grow moist and her mouth water. She opened it slightly, licking her lips, then opened her mouth more. She knew that when a man held his cock this close to her face he wanted to put it in her mouth. And now, suddenly, she wanted to have it in her mouth too.

He moved his body closer to hers, lining his dick up with her mouth. She lifted her head slightly and when they met his large cockhead started to enter her mouth. She had to open her mouth wider to fit it in past her teeth. He pressed forward, she moved her head and together they made his cock move deep into her mouth.

Then she wrapped her lips around his shaft. As soon as her skin came in contact with his there was an explosion of pleasure. She moaned, doubling down on the pressure of her lips and pressing her tongue up against his cock. She was rewarded with even more pleasure exploding out into her body. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she felt an orgasm warmly forced from between her legs, even though all she had done was close her mouth around the man's cock.

The relaxing warmth of the orgasm eased her mind, dumbing her thoughts and allowing her animal instincts to take over. She started to move her head, sucking tightly as she did and using her tongue on his cock as she started to suck him off. She felt him growing harder in his mouth, the spongy mass of flesh becoming rigid as more blood flowed into it. The harder he got the more intense the waves of pleasure burning off of him became. Again she felt herself cum, a little harder this time.

In just a few brief moments she had gone from slowly, almost carefully taking his member into her mouth to fellating him like a wild animal. Her head moved back and forth, quickly bobbing up and down the top of his now fully erect cock. She sucked in tight as her head bobbed, but every time she reversed direction she would let the vacuum pressure break so she could take a breath of air. Each time this happened a little bit of saliva would leak from her lips and before long thick beads of spit were dripping from the long shaft of his cock.

As she sucked him off he ran a hand through her long black hair. Wherever his fingers come in contact with her scalp warm pleasure radiated from them, muddling her mind even further. Time stopped to mean anything for Misty, seconds felt like years of pleasure, yet minutes seemed to pass in mere moments.

Her mind was overwhelmed, her senses were overwhelmed. All she felt was pleasure, pleasure to an extent she had never imagined. She came over and over again, the feel of the orgasms becoming a rhyme that struck in rhythm to the motions of her head bobbing back and forth along his shaft. And every bit of pleasure she felt was doubled when it reached her breasts, expanding to fill their large size and making her cum harder.

Misty thrashed against her bindings. She wanted more reach out, to have more of her naked body in contact with this man's flesh. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, pull him close. She wanted to feel his large cock buried deep inside her. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and hold him tight so his member never left his body. But above all she wanted to feel him touching her breasts, touching every sensitive inch of them.

In the back of her addled mind was a thought: the fear that that much contact with him would be too much. Even as she pulled against the leather bindings holding her to the bed that kept her hands from pulling the man closer to her she knew it was for the best.

And then both his hands were upon her head, tightly holding it in place. He thrust his cock one last time into her mouth, then began to pull back out. She sucked tightly on his cock, afraid he would pull it totally away from her. Then she felt it bounce in her mouth as his muscles contracted, followed a moment later by a torrential flood of thick semen flowing into her mouth.

Instinctual she tried to pull away, not wanting to taste his cum. But he continued to hold her head still as he groaned in pleasure and spurted more of his seed into her mouth. She had no choice but to let his bitter fluids land on her tongue. But as it did she found that it didn't taste bitter at all. The taste hit her tongue like an explosion of pleasure, even greater than the feel of his skin touching hers. Her muscles tightened for a second then went totally limp, a long powerful orgasm exploding from her loins and easing all the tension in her body.

She was vaguely aware that the amount of cum that came from him was far larger than a normal man's load, and she happily let it fill her mouth and balloon her cheeks. She refused to swallow at first, greedily savoring the taste in her mouth. It was sweet yet heady, making her senses feel overwhelmed with delicious tastes. The taste of his cum changed from moment to moment, like a shimmering mirage. The only constant was that it was the most amazing taste she had ever had.

The man finished cumming then pulled out of her mouth. Only then did she begin swallowing the mouthful of fluid in her mouth. As she swallowed she thought about the fact that this fluid couldn't be cum. No man's seed could taste this delicious, this amazing. Then again, she knew that this was no mere man.

Her eyes had been closed so she could concentrate just on the taste in her mouth. But now her eyes shot open. She looked up at the stranger. "More," she whispered, her voice full of desperation and hunger.

"No, not yet," he said.

She realized that his cock was still rock hard. He held it above her head, slowly moving it in a large circular motion. Her eyes followed it, transfixed by the sight. It glistened wetly, a light mixture of spit and cum covering the top part of it.

"Relax," he said, his voice magical once again. "Feel pleasure from my touch, yes, but be calmed, be at ease. Feel the pleasure, yes, but don't be overwhelmed by it." As he spoke he kept moving his cock around in a circle, her eyes following it as if she were hypnotized by the fleshy staff. "Be at ease," he said in a firm voice that flowed with power.

Her body went limp. She exhaled a long sigh of relaxation and her eyes sagged half closed. "Thank you," she said in a whisper.

A moment later he climbed on top of her, sitting above her stomach so his cock rested between her breasts. She could feel that his dick was so long that it extended up through her massive breasts to almost touch the base of her neck. Everywhere his skin touched hers, and especially where his cock touched her, she felt the warm radiating pleasure. But it was dulled now, as if there were a mesh screen making the pleasure less intense, less overpowering yet still as enjoyable.

She breathed in and out with controlled slowness. She was aware that the warm pleasure coming from his cock was even more pleasurable where it touched her breasts. He shifted, his strong hands reaching under the side of her breasts and trying to lift them up. There was so much flesh there, so soft and fluidly malleable that he struggled for a moment. But then he managed to get a hold of her breasts in just the right way, lifting them up and wrapping them around his cock.

Misty sighed again, feeling a warm, slow orgasm almost leak from between her legs. Nearly every inch of his massive dick had tit flesh wrapped around it, and everywhere her breasts touched his cock felt ten times as good as his cock had been in her mouth. Yet because of his cum and whatever it had done to dull her sense she was able to handle this now, and she knew she wouldn't have been able before.

He started to move his hips, causing his cock to slide up through her breasts, then back down. The bit of cum and saliva that had remained on his cock after pulling out of her mouth helped lubricate his movements. The smooth friction on her still overly sensitive breasts sent new waves of pleasure cascading through her. She felt warm orgasmic pleasure pulse from her pussy. It was an intoxicating feeling, something that mixed with her muddled mind in a confusing way. She wasn't even sure if she was having an orgasm, it was just like one never ending climax that her body or her mind didn't know how to process.

As he started to fuck her enlarged breasts faster he squeezed them tighter around his shaft. Lazily she looked up, watching the hypnotic sight of his bulbous cockhead popping in and out of the mass of breast flesh on her chest. The warm orgasmic not-climax she was feeling stretched on, clearly going to last as long as he was humping her chest.

Time lost meaning again. Seconds were once more eons and minutes moments again. And mixed in the confusion of overpowering yet dulled sensations was something new: a powerful connection between herself and the stranger. It was a connection she felt not with her body, but with some part of herself she had never been aware of and had no word for.

Their point of connection was between her breasts and his cock, and she felt that nameless something flowing between them. That thing she had never felt before, yet she knew had almost always been part of her, started to flow from her breasts into his cock. As it left her body she felt momentarily drained, as if he were hollowing her breasts out. But that feeling was quickly replaced as indescribable pleasure flowed into the emptiness.

She could feel herself growing weaker, becoming... less. And as she did she felt him becoming stronger, becoming more. As he drained her she started to feel light headed, sleepy and faint. Her eyes got heavier and she knew if this continued she would pass out, but she was okay with that. Everything felt so warm and pleasurable. She wanted it to continue, no matter what the cost.

And then, suddenly, everything stopped. He let go of her breasts and pulled away from her body. She felt drained, but not yet empty. Her head spun, she was dizzy and the word temporarily unrecognizable. She felt herself fading off into sleep, but was shocked back awake by the pleasurable feel of the stranger's hands on her thighs, spreading her legs further open.

Weakly she opened her eyes and looked towards the end of the bed. He had untied her legs, although her arms were still secured in place. He was kneeling between her legs, spreading them open and lifting her body up as he prepared to enter her.