This choice: A girl accidently begins pushing on the insect. • Go Back...Chapter #8You want a growth spurt. by: H. M.   Well, okay, you didn't do it yourself. But you kinda wanted it anyway.
It was one of those nights where you were having sex. You had just met this tall blonde while you were out at a party, and both of you being incredibly horny, plus the fact she had an amazing figure, you decided to have some fun.
You barely made it through the door since you both were already going at it. You both started to quickly take off each others' clothes as you tried to make it to the bedroom, but the lust was intoxicating, and you only made it to the entryway of your living room. Being the college apartment that it was, you had installed a chin-up bar about seven feet up the entryway wall back before you started growing, wih the intention of being to put into good use, but it just sort of sat up there taking up space.
She started to undo your pants, and you let out a deep moan as your ten inch penis came free of your boxers. You reached up and grabbed hold of the bar as she began to pleasure you. She moaned in satisfaction as she continued, becoming more forceful with her hands and mouth. She also began to explore your muscular body with her hands---which is where the trouble started.
She caressed the pockets of your abs, and slowly worked her hands up to your mountainous pecs, which she firmly squeezed as she worked over to the lats...and to where the leach was. You vaguely began to realize the inherent concern with this situation, but she was doing such a good job, you didn't want to push her hands away just yet.
Then, her hands just sort of fell into place on top of the leech. You knew there would be a problem the moment she pressed down, because you felt yourself grow a little bit. But the feeling combined with the sex was so powerful. She kept pressing again, and again, and again.
Your body made a little noise as you added muscle and size to your commanding profile. You head was originally just below the bar, but now it was eye level, and falling. You heard a slight creak as the bar began to buckle in your hands.
With what sense you still had left, you knelt down to the floor as she continued, her left hand still on the leech. You continued to grow, and you knew your dick was adding size too, as she gagged a little as you continued to pack on the muscle. The whole situation pushes you towards climax, and as you do, her hand finally slips off the leech, your load being so immense that it runs down her chin and neck.
Things aren't over as she pushes you flat to the ground and inserts your still erect member into her pussy. She probably thinks nothing of what just happened, and is taking you for all that she can. She begins to ride you up and down, and you oblige by thrusting in rhythm. With whatever dumb luck, she finds the leech again as she holds onto you, and you begin to swell larger again. You thrust harder to try and shake her grip, but it causes her to press harder, making the growth more intense. Finally, you push her hand down, and she begins to orgasm, her juices squirting back onto you. As she does, a second load of semen erupts into her, and with that she's been satisfied. After a minute of panting, she looks at you in the darkness of the room and asks where the bathroom is. You tell her to go down the hall, and she proceeds to go and clean herself up.
When she walks out of the room, you look over yourself. You're just massive. Your muscle feel overloaded with power, from your solid 8-pack to your rock-hard billowing pecs to your arms, where the biceps and triceps are nearly the size of bowling balls. Your legs are like tree trunks, and you can see the veins bulging all over your body. You also stand about eight feet tall, at least, maybe eight and a half feet. You feel like you could bench press a car. Hell, at your size you just might be able to. You're brimming with power and the afterglow of sex makes you feel like a God; you decide to test your muscles.
You look up at the chin-up bar and see the crushed handprints where you began to deform the metal. With a good grip, you grasp the bar and pull up. The sides of the six-foot long bar rip out of the wall, knocking a little plaster to the floor. You take the bar and slowly but steadily bend it into a U-shape with your hands. The power and strength is amazing.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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