Chapter 1 - The Kitchen

The kitchen was a tranquil, but disjointed scene.  It was the golden hour - rich, warm sunlight bathing the modernist kitchen in a glow that the eyes loved to drink in.  A pot sat on the stove, warmed with a set of flames licking upward from a burner.  Brea chopped chives and scraped them into a pile with a paring knife, looking down past her bust, restrained by a snugly tied apron.  Errant strands of blonde hair dangled in her face as she diligently sliced.  She looked back at the gas stove, the pot beginning to bubble and simmer behind her.  The apron was her only garment, a lush, bare backside turned to the hottest region of the kitchen, happily soaking up the radiant warmth.  It was damn cold outside.  She lifted the cutting board and held it over the pot before scraping the chives into the chicken broth.  
She stopped.  "Dangit," she said, her blue eyes looking down at the bubbles rising to the filmy surface.  "I forgot shallots."  She turned back to the kitchen's other two occupants, busied with another task at hand. 

Zoe's eyes lolled back as she murmured in assent.  She had also forgotten the shallots, but it was likely because she'd been too distracted with getting home in a hurry.  It wasn't hard to see why.  Today was her turn to "get it first".  They loved to tease one another about it - who was "gonna get it" and how soon when Friday rolled around.  Sometimes it wasn't up to them, but today, Brea let Zoe have her fun.  She raised a glass of merlot to her lips and sipped, watching the other end of the kitchen island with warm, rosy-cheeked interest.  

Zoe's slight, 5'2" frame was slowly being lifted more and more aggressively off the floor.  Her slender arms were trying to grip the bamboo countertop, trying to steady herself, trying to hang on to some measure of control as every upward-jerking motion seemed to elevate her further.  Her modest breasts jiggled, what mass they had tossed upward and downward by a force completely beyond her control.  

That "force" was 8'9" tall - they'd measured - and stood behind Zoe with an imposing difference in stature.  Raven haired with a set of green eyes to die for, it was a veritable landscape of sensual delight, voluptuous and feminine, but clearly athletic and when she so desired, downright overpowering.  Gorgeous hips were wide enough to see on either side of Zoe's comparatively slight frame, rotating back and forth, pistoning like some sort of machine-driven animal as a pair of long-fingered, graceful hands held Zoe beneath the armpits, large enough to clutch around and enable fingers to dig into the flesh of her breasts.  It was an incredible sight, made even more delightful by the huge breasts that nearly rested atop Zoe's girlish shoulders.  The giant woman's skin was a creamy white, a delicious contrast between that and Zoe's darker Latin tone, which seemed to be on the verge of being enveloped by the larger woman.  Zoe's pixie-cut hair was mussed, her head tipping back into the larger woman's bust such that the back of her head and the nape of her neck were boxed by Alys' two enormous breasts.  

Alys was "the new mutual friend" they'd given keys to the house.  It was so hard to explain to their friends and acquaintences, but nothing mattered at the end of the week when the three of them cut loose.  This had become the ritual for the past month and a half.  In the door from work (or off the Zoom meetings) and into the nude.  Then, Alys would pick one of them and the weekend could begin.  It made Brea warm on the side opposite the stove just thinking about it, her pert mound practically glowing with the sight of her housemate halfway to being lifted and stuffed.  Alys was a fucking trip.  They'd never experienced anything like her. 

Zoe's tight folds were stretched like a drum around a massive, burrowing appendage, the vague outline of which could be seen proud and prodding upward into her belly.  The stiffness and rigidity was enough to lift Zoe on its own, and it helped that Alys was holding her, strong arms seemingly able to cart her about like a dainty little toy.  Alys grunted as she pistoned into the young woman, a foot and a half of precum-glazed, vein-twisted cock still outside her partner.  It was freakish, monstrous, and inhuman, and the two housemates couldn't get enough.  Behind it, a pair of fat, grapefruit-sized testicles jiggled in their sac, wobbling against the back of Zoe's lower thighs like two teasing presents that had yet to be given.  

Zoe was drooling as she craned her head back, looking in an upside-down fashion at her partner.  Her toes scraped the tile floor, unable to gain a foothold as Alys lifted her fully.  Her hips felt locked around the phallic appendage, at the mercy of it to simply gyrate feebly as it sunk into her higher and higher.  A huge, bulging cum-vein, rising out of the underside of the cock and traveling its length, seemed to tantalize her clit, gliding back and forth with sensuous repetition and ease, coaxing her into new heights of eye-lolling enjoyment.  

Amidst the wet, gyrating rhythm of the scene opposite her, Brea looked back at the cutting board.  "Hmm...in absence of shallots, I guess I have an onion in the fridge...". She walked to it, rounding the edge of the kitchen island, her bright blue eyes keeping a sidelong glance in the direction of her companion lovers.  Alys had begun to lift Zoe to a more significant height, proportional with the right angle bend of her arm, putting Zoe's lower pelvic extremity above the countertop.  Her sex was fully visible as Brea went to work on the onion.  She was having difficulty keeping focused with her partner's quim spread wide by a titanic organ, gliding upward and downward from below.  Zoe bent her legs and consciously spread them wide to give her stud the easiest possible access.  

Brea gawked as a foot-long distention rose and fell in Zoe's belly, clearly the outline of a massive phallic instrument.  Zoe was little, and in the past six weeks, Brea would sometimes stare at how her comparatively tiny body engulfed Alys' huge appendage. Where was she putting it all?  The reality was that neither Zoe nor Brea had much room to spare when up against a two and a half foot monster.  Most nights, neither of them could get past the halfway point.  It was just too much, but today, it sure seemed like Zoe wanted to try.  

Zoe mumbled, and gasped for air as she tried to get a word out between each breathtaking thrust.  "Push..." she seemed to beg, breathlessly.  Her head craned back between Alys' firm, jiggling mounds, giving herself over to the towering shemale who now held her effortlessly in a strong grasp, one hand beneath the middle of each of Zoe's slender mocha thighs.  Zoe's own arms reached upward, trying to clasp about the back of Alys' neck, reaching through the raven locks to find a handhold to steady herself against the pelvis jolting thrusts.  Alys seemed to assent to the request, moaning in affirmation.  Brea felt herself shiver at the sound - it was a deep, almost reverberating tone that drove her wild.  

Alys slackened her grip on Zoe's thighs slightly, allowing gravity to work more directly in fulfilling the dainty Latina's request.  The outward pressure on the girl's canal was extreme, but now a new type of fullness announced itself.  She felt it higher up in her midsection, a burning weight upon a forbidden gateway.  Her cervix, now balanced on the tip of a wide, swollen glans, grew alight with forbidden sensation.  It was a hot, sharp sensation, one that Zoe hadn't felt before but now couldn't resist.  She needed Alys' more than just "inside" of her - she needed Alys to lay claim to something sacred, something no human could give to one another, but something that Zoe now had the option of giving to Alys.  The rules of biology were being pushed, prodded, and reshaped.  

Brea watched in amazement as the petite Latina seemed to set her sights on something extraordinary.  Alys was obliging her, not just using Zoe's own weight against her, but also sustaining long, smooth, pressured thrusts upward, almost as if she tried to ply and accustom Zoe's cervix to the notion of penetration.  Zoe yelped as Alys hit it again and again, pressing hard against the little bud.  They were girly, high pitched squeaks of weightless surprise, her face furrowed with intensity.  She seemed to wince against every thrust, either out of discomfort, delight...or both.  Regardless, this was happening.  

Her eyebrows raised as she winced again.  "I can...feel you leaking into me..." she said, grunting through each word.  Alys' eager penetrator was dolling forth extra precum as it squeezed upward into its prey, a hefty, sensuous dollop passing through the cervix and into the warm chamber beyond.  Zoe mewled as the warm, viscous fluid glazed a region she had never felt sensation of this type.  Her pelvis jolted as it seemed to acknowledge the pre-gift, her thighs trembling as she felt a deep, orgasm welling up within her.  The newness of it...the mere suggestion that Alys could take her there...was almost more than she could handle.  Alys grinned mischievously as the little Latina cavorted in her hands, teetering atop her muscular cock spire, as the orgasmic quiver became a rolling tide of overwhelming delight.

Zoe's quim gripped Alys and wouldn't let go, clamping around it as the orgasm hit her full force.  Alys sensed her moment, mashing her phallic instrument high into her lover as she sharply flexed her pelvic floor.  The combined forces squeezed against the cock's urethra, the hefty channel forced to evacuate its slow-moving drool of precum in one sudden, sustained release.  The upward gush of precum bathed Zoe's cervix in a warm bath of lubrication.  Alys saw her moment.  

As Zoe began to writhe with excitement in her hands, Alys' grasp grew firm and she pushed harder, stretching the womb's entry upward and outward.  Hot precum spilled through to the small space beyond, overfilling the contracted chamber in an instant, but it didn't matter to Alys.  She drove home, squeezing the tip of her phallus through the precum-soaked cervix in a smooth, almost practiced motion.  With a sudden shriek of surprise, Zoe's thighs slapped together, almost pulling them from Alys' hands and she clenched her teeth, eyes shut as she experienced a brain-dazzling orgasm.  Her canal flexed rhythmically against the inserted length of Alys' cock, holding it snugly, almost as if now that her womb had been occupied, Zoe's body didn't want to allow it to leave.  Alys' massive cock tip wore Zoe's womb like a bulb, the cervix snug around the base of the glans, cinched against the muscular, veiny appendage in a conspicuously effective manner, keeping the two together.  Zoe's thighs wobbled with overflowing delight, her eyes heavily lidded as she spasmed through the orgasmic joy.  The distention in her belly seemed as though it had risen even higher, visible in various levels of definition as she convulsed.  The tip seemed to rest a hand's width beneath her sternum, tumescent and powerful, having snuck into the slender Latina to a shocking depth.  Alys didn't skip a beat. She held Zoe carefully beneath the thighs, allowing her just enough freedom of movement to wobble and quiver with unsteady gyration.  

Brea didn't notice she had the kitchen knife still in her hand, flat on the cutting board, as she fiddled with her own sex. Brea bit her lip as she watched her roommate teeter and wobble around the flesh pillar seemingly animating her from below. Alys grinned, her pretty nose partially buried in the Latina's short hair, and she flexed her cock further, her thighs tensing, her entire lower body firm and taut. The reflex bulged the cock outward, eliciting another wavering shriek from Zoe's lips, and Alys hefted her hips upward. The cock lunged deeper into Zoe's belly, the cervix slipping further down the length of Alys' instrument as the massive shemale rutted into the girl. A visible bulge, distending outward from Zoe's lowest extremity and smoothly rising to her sternum, could be seen, the imprint of Alys' presence within her body. Brea moaned as her own fingers navigated her folds, slipping inside the first inch to lift upward, apply pressure that goaded her to stand on her own tiptoes. She knew what was coming, imagining it happening to herself before Zoe could experience it firsthand. 

Alys retreated sharply, causing Zoe to gasp as she felt the cock sinking downward, halted only by the slight pull of the cervix against the wide flaring of the shemale's glans. Then it hit, a long, plunging thrust of nearly a foot, jamming itself upward into Zoe's slender body. She whimpered as the sudden distention of her belly rose to her midsection, Alys' grunting with the exertion. Zoe had no time to process it further before her partner raked it downward and outward and slammed it home once more. She yelped girlishly, feeling herself rearranged by the inhuman, oversized organ but unable to shake the stupor of delight. Zoe gripped her own breasts, giving over to her partner with complete trust as the a new phase of the session began. 

Alys proceeded diligently, pounding into the dainty woman with constant, wet, mashing intensity, pushing from Zoe's lips a regular babble of yelps, grunts, and rough moans. Alys' brow was furrowed, eyes focused downward, hands clenched into Zoe's thighs as she stabilized her firmly and pumped. The relentless pistoning filled Brea's sight, whose pretty blue eyes were unable to pull from the sight of Zoe's folds widened, reddened by arousal and use, and glistened by a giant instrument that leaked prodigiously. Alys' wet testicles jiggled about with the motion of her hips, jerking upward with momentum as she slammed her instrument into Zoe's body. Powerful thighs kept them upright and stable as Alys held Zoe in place with ease. 

Brea rubbed herself vigorously, watching as inch after inch seemed to disappear into her roommate. They'd measured Alys at full mast - nearly two and a half feet - and Zoe was frightfully close to taking more than a foot and a half. It seemed that Alys was pushing harder and harder every thrust, the meaty length plummeting into the little female's nethers with sharp, rhythmic abandon. Alys looked up from her twitching and spasming partner and gazed lustfully at Brea, the sudden focus of attention, even as she drove Zoey headlong into a pelvis crushing orgasm, was a wild thrill. The acknowledgement, the separate reservoir of lust, seemingly set aside for Brea, drove the blonde to press into her flesh, index and middle finger curving over her labial mound and curving into her wet folds, pinching upward and outward. She shuddered as she held herself stable, one hand planted upon the cutting board while her legs spread in a wider, more open stance. 

The fierce, evergreen gaze of the woman was hypnotizing, in total control as she pumped Zoey with increasing brutality. Hard, sharp thrusts of bulging cock flesh jabbed upward into the petite Latina, the shrill, breathless expulsions from her lips a jolt of excitement for Brea with every yelp, all while Zoey arched back into Alys' body. The back of her head ground against the larger woman's sternum, eyes closed, face furrowed in the depths of a building orgasm. She rode the wave as her stud took her to the doorway of climax, and yet, Brea could see that Alys hadn't forgotten about her. This was a preview, trailer before her own feature length performance atop the same flesh spire her roommate currently enjoying. Brea's pretty mouth opened, a breath caught in her throat as her svelte calves tensed and feet inclined to tiptoes. She was bringing herself along with all the enthusiasm of a voyeur who knew she was next in line. Alys' knowing green gaze seemed to tease on Brea's self-pleasure, as the blonde relished in the utter rearrangement of her roommate. 

Alys lurched her hips upward in a mighty thrust, her face wincing in the initial, plunging moment of orgasm. Zoey shrieked in surprise, the pitched squeal acute and sharp in Brea's ears as she watched the distention in the Latina's belly lance upward to the base of her sternum. At the height of the kitchen island's countertop, Alys' testicles lifted lewdly, and the length of urethral bulge that could be seen outside Zoey's body gave indication as to what was happening within her. It bulged dramatically with the sudden traffic of fluid upward into her mate. The pressured spurt pooled within Zoey's taut womb, already stretched around the handful of inches clamping about Alys' tip, and the bulb imprinted subtly against her trim belly. Brea's eye's fluttered at the sight and the raw vicarious enjoyment taking over the edge into her own delicious orgasm. Her focus wobbled as she tried to keep her blue eyes upon the epicenter of Alys' quaking expulsions within her roommate, but it was a loosing battle. She opened her mouth further and grunted sharply, her practiced fingers awash in the reward of her own diligence. 

Zoey clapped her legs into one another, nearly yanking them from Alys strong grasp as the inflating sensation within her uterus, coupled with the throbbing, pulsing pump within her pelvis, sent her into orgasmic free fall. She seemed torpid and animated by something more than mere enjoyment as a body quaking orgasm tore though her. Murmuring nonsense dribbling from her mouth as Alys' ejaculation squelched into the girl with reliable, wet pulses. A dribble of creamy, white cum oozed outward from the conjoining of Alys' cock and Zoey's quim, forced out by the rapid engorgement of the girl's womb. Zoey whimpered orgasmically as she peered downward between her own modest breasts,  distended tummy welling outward with new, virile contents, each swelling bloat of her stud's instrument gorging outward her womb and accentuating the round of her belly. 

Brea's blue eyes watched in awe as Alys' massive hips worked the cock upward and downward, sliding the wet, cum-slicked length with perfect undulation. The added motion, a gentle push as the spurt welled outward and retraction in unison with the motion of her testicles, kept Zoey riding an orgasmic high, one hand at her left breast as the other caressed her own swelling belly. Alys pulled her thighs wide once more and settled Zoey slowly and firmly, more than a foot and a half of solid cockflesh embedded in the petite Latina, another foot still outside. Brea could not imagine that Zoe could possibly go further, and Alys seemed to agree. Mercifully, she allowed the fluttering, murmuring Zoey bask in the redolent joy of post-orgasm fullness.

Zoey blinked back to reality, gasping and flushed, speared atop the hefty organ, and she gazed across kitchen island at her lovely, blonde roommate. Sighing deeply, legs dangling as Alys still held her securely, she leaned back once more upon the sternum of the overpoweringly huge being holding her. She glanced down at her belly, now jutting outward and ballooned and smiled nervously, eyes flitting back and forth between Brea and her own remade body.

"Something tells me there's more where that came from..." she said breathlessly, both hands rubbing as she acquainted herself with a new reality. 

"God I hope..." Brea said. She was wet, warm, and the still turgid Alys suggested she wouldn't have to wait. This weekend would change them, she was sure of it. 