This choice: "I can fit my mouth around that dick." • Go Back... Lara took a look at her unconscious husband and felt a twinge of regret. She only wanted to surprise him and give him a little boost, not turn him into a constantly-orgasming cock-monster. What was meant as a pleasant surprise rendered him incapable of functioning in society. Unless she carted him around to parties as some kind of novelty fountain. Come to think of it, that'd be fun...No. No, that'd be wrong. She had to make up for this. She could change him back.
Why would he want to be changed back?
Lara's twinge of regret was overcome with a wave of self-obsessed certainty. Dave wouldn't want to be changed back. He was a man with a dick bigger than the rest of his body. Taking that away from him would be a betrayal of everything his gender stood for. No, she didn't need to make this right. She needed to take this situation and make it even better for him. If he woke up to something even better than having a titanic cock, who knows what he'd give her in return? Yes, that's what she'd need to do, give him something better than having a titanic cock.
Now what could be better than having a--Lara glanced her husband's dick--10 foot cock? Lara thought for a moment. Dave was a kind and loving man, but he had simple tastes. Making a boon as pure as a behemoth manhood even better would be--
Lara smacked her head in exasperation. The only thing better than having a ten-foot cock would be waking up to find that somebody was capable of sucking it, and the only thing better than that would be waking up to find somebody actually sucking it. She hoisted the computer onto a shelf on the server bank and started to type.
"I can comfortably fit my mouth around Dave's dick with no problems," she said. As her hand hovered over the enter key, she thought of her options. She really needed to weigh her options before doing this. She didn't want her wish to have unintended consequences like last time. "And I can fit my throat around it too, if I want. Without a gag reflex. And I can produce as much suction as I want with my lungs and mouth, but I don't need to breathe if I don't want to. And Dave has no refractory period. No matter what, he's always able to produce gallons of cum at an absolute minimum. Barrels if it's been a while since he last came." She paused for a moment, "And I can swallow every last drop of it with no ill effects." There. That should cover her bases. She tapped the enter key and waited.
And waited.
And waited. She thought she would be able to feel something. Some kind of growth. Some kind of feeling of power. Some kind of elasticity in her jaw, but no, nothing. She swore under her breath. If she broke the computer, she could never forgive herself; there was so much she wanted to do. In a final, tentative act of frustration, Lara opened her mouth, then opened it a bit further. Then a bit further. Then a lot further. She reached up and shoved a fist into her mouth followed by her other fist. Her body froze in shock as she felt the insides of her cheeks, each one barely even brushing her hands. She felt downwards a bit. Good lord, her tongue must be the size of a dinner platter. She shoved them a bit further back into her mouth, willing her flesh and bones to warp to her will. Holding the back of her mouth in place with some hitherto-unknown power, she reached a hand down her own throat. She ran out of arm before she feel the slightest bit of discomfort.
"Holy shit," Lara whispered, then leaped a bit in surprise as she heard a sound in front of her. Dave was beginning to wake up. She needed to get him ready for her surprise.She over to Dave, dragged him a bit further into the room as he groggily protested, and then sprinted back around to the tip of his dick. With lustful strength, she hoisted it and wrapped her lips around the very tip, relishing its rapid stiffening. That computer really knew how to make a girl happy.
"Nnngf," moaned Dave. Lara glanced and opened her mouth further. She needed to get him good and ready if she wanted to put on a good show. She stretched open her lips and cheeks to accommodate her husband's unnatural girth and stepped forward, her mouth taking in the now-half-chub as she did so. She clamped down her cheeks around the pillar of flesh and began to suck, rocking her body forwards and backwards as she did so. She'd need to figure out a better way of going about this if she was gonna do this regularly, but it seemed like this pendulum-action was doing the job. Dave's cock had grown stiff in her mouth, and it was brushing the very opening of her throat. Lara thanked her lucky stars that she remembered to get rid of her gag reflex, sucked a bit harder, and stepped forward. It looked like hubby dearest had finally woken up. Time to finish giving him his new present.
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When Dave woke up, he couldn't tell if doing that was a mistake or not. When he looked up, he saw his wife's lips halfway up his cock. Her mouth had distended obscenely, raising the normally-proportioned top of her head several feet above the base of her jaw. Her cheeks had widened to fit his cock, leaving her head looking like the barrel of a cannon with a scalp and a pair of eyes mounted on top of its base. He could feel a tongue the size of her body lapping the sensitive underside of his dick, caressing him with a moist, undulating bed of flesh. He could scarcely manage to comprehend what had happened to his wife and he didn't want to; the computer had transformed her into a picture of horror.
On the other hand, this was feeling amazing. For a brief instant, a lone pillar of arousal stood against a wave of primal fear in his mind. Maybe he was being unreasonable. This could be fun. Life could become much more pleasurable if he only accepted this.
Wait, no. The love of his life had warped her head into a crime against nature through dark magic.
"Oh god, Lara what the fuck?!" he yelled. Lara waved a hand.
"Mhay hmmy!" she said. Somehow, the edges of her lips curled upwards into a smile. That was about enough for Dave.
"Get off of me! Get away!" He flailed his arms and legs against the ground as he tried to scramble away. Useless. Even if the pipeline between his legs hadn't weighed more than the rest of his body, his wife was somehow managing to produce a mind-boggling degree of suction. Images of her gleefully typing into the computer flashed through his head as locked up in fear, his body locked in a futile tug-of-war against gravity, suction and hellish magic.
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Lara's smile widened, distorting into a curve while keeping a death grip on Dave's rigid manhood. She was expecting him to be overcome with bliss, but that could wait. Her husband's fear was an incredible prelude to his pleasure. She reached her hands around her cheeks, feeling the rock-hard flesh beneath them. Time to see if she could freak him out any more before she got him off. She applied all the suction she thought she could, drawing the remaining length of his penis into her mouth, sending the rest down her throat. She looked up at his widening eyes and gaping mouth, and would have debated if they were caused by terror or arousal if she wasn't more concerned with furiously masturbating. She removed a hand from her mouth and thrust it in between her legs. She still had one more trick up her sleeve.
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Things were getting worse for Dave. Not only was his wife some kind of Cronenbergian sex-demon, she had enough suction power to suck him along the floor until he was balls-deep in her mouth. She had taken a few steps back to keep her body at the very tip of his cock, but at this point that hardly mattered. Her lips were wrapped around the very base of his penis, the still-extant cupid's bow of her lips brushing against the base of his stomach in some spasm or twisted show of power. Behind her eyes, Lara's throat flared backwards as a gargantuan, cylindrical expanse of flesh.
Dave began to see that waking up was a mistake as Lara began to stretch her throat forward and give her mouth more slack,
seemingly bringing the top of her head forward, her eyes sliding along this demonic pillar of skin towards his body. Her head came to a stop a few feet before his body. She waggled her eyebrows at him.
"Aykh ih, itsch," she mumbled, "Uhr ahn aoh". In spite of himself, Dave would have laughed, but in that moment, Lara began pulsing the inhuman strength of her lungs on his dick, each tightening and release sending bolts of ecstasy through him. The top of her head slid backward and forwards along her obscene bulk, then began to twist around and around the body of his cock, filling him with sensations he could barely understand, let alone resist. He could feel his climax being sucked, rubbed and licked out of him. He tried to stop himself, but couldn't. Fear and pleasure united into one as he came, spewing enormous blasts of jizz into his wife's throat as her smile distended further in triumph.
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When the two were done, Lara gradually withdrew her throat and mouth from Dave's manhood. She relished each agonized twitch her husband made as she milked the last few pints of cum from his cock, her facial features settling back to normal as she removed her mouth from his genitals. She had fallen onto her ass at this point, her belly distended into a jiggling, beach-ball-sized parody of pregnancy in front of her. Dave was lying on his back, catatonic in fear and orgasmic bliss, but still conscious. A thick rivulet of ejaculate trailed from the corner of Lara's mouth.
"Well, babe?" said she, not even bothering to avoid gloating. "Is eldritch terrorsex the best, or is it the best?"
"Oh god," whimpered Dave, "Oh god help me." He glanced at Lara, taking some relief in the fact that her head looked less like a fleshy Howitzer and more like an actual head. "What are we going to do now?"
"You forgot already?" said Lara, "It's your turn now! Whatever you want. Promise."
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