You grunt as you begin to feel the faint tendrils of consciousness stir your mind. You turn over, feeling firm muscle against your form. As you sit up, the first thing you notice is the aching in your body, especially your loins. It's a happy ache, like the kind you have after a good workout. And there was no doubt in your mind that last night was anything but.
You lost track of the number of times your orgasmed. At least six, likely seven, possibly eight. You guys were at it for hours, and Con, or King Con as you've nicknamed your big gator, easily orgasmed as much if not more than you did. His breath was deep and rhythmic, like the crashing of waves. It was quite soothing, quite the difference from the beast who thrust and licked ans fingered with aplomb earlier.
You gently remove yourself from the bed, dimly aware of a need to pee. Last night was...for lack of a more elegant word, wonderful. Conner knew what he was doing in fit and finish, and you've never, never felt so alive. Gosh, the mere thought of him, his skillful moves, his effortless handling of your fears and almost casual confidence that he could make you howl. It wasn't hot. Hot was a token word, used too carelessly. It was alluring, enthralling, enrapturing.
As you enter the bathroom, you idly glance to the window; only the earliest rays of dawn were forming, the sky a grey-purple as the city lights shined on to nearly empty streets below. You turn the light on, sit down, do what you have to do, and as you stand up and survey yourself, you notice the door-length mirror ahead of you.
The first thing that stands out to you is your appearance. You weren't She-Hulk, at least not yet. But your muscles were quite pronounced. A rippling, taut stomach, led to a strong chest all the more prevalent because of your big, perky girls, a little bit of what appeared to be Conner's cum still on them from the blowjob you gave him during last night's course of events. Two strong arms, bigger than many guys, veined and toned, and two thick thighs that looked like they could crush a melon if you tried. You were a big girl, there was no doubt.
But there was one thing. You couldn't shake this feeling that you looked bigger. A little more muscular, a little taller; once again, not like She-Hulk, but maybe an Amazon, the warrior superwomen of Greek mythology, and what female barbarians were often called today. You felt fine, apart from the ache of hours of vigorous, passionate sex. But it's an uneasy enough feeling to send you searching for a scale, which you find in a cabinet.
You gingerly step on it, and the red LEDs crackle as they calculate. When it stops, you feel a pang of worry in your worry. Was...this correct? The numbers were no longer moving, but according to this, you had a 15 lb. growth spurt. The only logical time that could have happened was when you weren't wearing clothes, i.e. last night.
Your hands start to shake a little bit as you step on and off the scale again, the number coming up the same. It appeared you were a barbarian woman, an Amazon of the genetic kind. Perhaps that shouldn't be a huge surprise; Ty and Sandy were naturally very large and very muscular themselves, as was Papa, and even Mama had been a professional female bodybuilder before domestic pursuits led to her retirement.
But there's another factor to consider here. Conner, who appeared to be a barbarian himself. Like with Curt, sometimes when you get barbarians together, their hormones, ingested or absorbed through flesh and scale, could trigger growth spurts.
You creak the bathroom door open and look at Conner. Gosh, he's simply gorgeous, a near mythical-man himself as he sprawls out on that king-sized bed, nearly taking it all up. The sheets were tousled into a ball at his side, showing off his incredible physique, a size and definition that was out or reach for mere mortals. But your eyes are locked onto that morning wood - tall and proud like a skyscraper, bubbling more pre than most men could shoot in their whole load. The tower of reptilian flesh pulsed and glistened in the light, so thick, so...tall, so big.
You pull a tape measure from your bag; what's wrong with that? You're a women who carries everything, and you're an aspiring engineer. You step over to Con, barely able to see the marks on the tape in the light from the bathroom. You hold it next to his drooling erection, a bit of pre dribbling onto the tape.
Sixteen. 1-6. Conner was a monster, just an absolute unit of a gator. You looked him over, an air of wariness in you. If you grew 15, he probably grew 30. 375 lbs. of top-notch muscle gator. He was growing faster than you.
You stifle a whimper as you move back to the bathroom. What are you going to do!? He's the best thing you've ever felt, but if he outgrows you, what good is it!?
You grab the glass off the counter and run the cold tap, taking a few swigs. You stare into the mirror again. You take a few deep breaths, and trace the outlines of your muscles with your eyes.
You were no ordinary woman. You were an Amazon, Deanna. It's time to start taking charge like one. If he can grow, so can you. You'll bust your hump to keep him "right-sized". You don't care how big he gets, you are not giving this up. Your heart is much too invested in this. Besides, what other man, can fill you up and make you feel like him? That little boy Curt? Ha!
You set the glass down and flex your arms. That's right girl. You're what Conner wants. You can make him feel right. All the Curts and Andys and Tristans wish they could provide like you could. Now's not the time to rest on your laurels.
See, you need to confirm whether last night was a one-off, or is this an extended challenge. The best way to do that is to take care of his morning wood, and you're, really, really in the mood. You've developed a soft spot for your D&D Boys. Ro can be the super-jock, Ferg so hung he coats the restrooms white, and Wayne so handsome and virile he bangs all the cheerleaders and their boyfriends too. But Conner, he was to be the biggest and best of them all. The weights would be toys to him, he'd have to duck and turn sideways to enter a classroom. You weren't going to give up on that hunk, not after all this.
You turn out the light and stroll out the bathroom. He might be asleep, but there's no doubt he wants it.
It's rather anti-climatic, as you climb up onto the bed. There's no foreplay, no coy swish of the tongue or tug on flesh. He's lubed enough for you, and sliding on is, if not easy, then graceful. You feel so alive as you invite him into you, each inch stretching you, electrifying you in a way you never knew before last night. You don't just want this, you need this, you'll crave this until your dying breath.
It's a flood relief and unfettered lust when you realize you've taken all of him, his grapefruit-sized nuts gurgling against your lips. "Deanna!" Conner growls as he's roused from his slumber.
"I needed it honey. Now sit back, I'll show you a good time!"
Conner's huge chests huffs as he begins to buck into you a bit. "Oh, babe! What a wake-up call! A man could sure come to love this!"
You do your damnedest as you piston in concert to his thrusts, fingers entwined with his, your walls spasming as he wrecked you like a proper stud. You do as Curt taught you months ago, using your thighs for maximum effect, making him gasp and moan as much as you are. You're lost on a sea of ecstasy, the waves rocking your core as he seems to know just what he's doing, the bed rocking so much the frame on the wall comes loose and clatters to the ground.
"Aw, damn, you're amazing darling! I love you so much!"
"Mmph, no matter how *unff* big you get honey, I'm ready for you, day and night. I've never known a man who can make my heart and my soul feel so free. Ahh! And my body feel so good!"
"Yeah, girl, you'll never need another with me here. I'll get so big and strong for you baby, I'll bring the down the house if that's what it takes."
"You've got some lifting to do to get to that point, big boy. Just worry about filling out these walls, okay?"
"Don't tempt me, woman, cuz' I've got a few more rounds in me and I got a d20 dick."
"Well then you'd better level up, because I'm a dungeon master, big boy, and I call the shots." You give a hearty squeeze of your thighs and take him as much and hard as you can, and the gator yowls as he simply explodes in you, flooding your core with hot jism and making you howl from the sensations coursing through you.
"Fuck!" Conner snarls, a little more of that bad boy coming out. He laughs as you let loose a half minute later, his cum rolling down your legs. He lunges forward and grabs you roughly, hauling your box up to his lips. "So you're the DM in our big life adventure, huh? Well Deanna, we can be good, neutral, or we can be evil. And honey, I got no problem showing you my evil alignment."
His tongue dives in, devouring your juices and his as he probes deep, causing you to squeal. "Conner! Conner! Oh yes, yes! Ahhh!"
By the time you make it to the shower that morning...
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