IV

It was sudden. Jonathan felt warm soft skin behind his head push him toward Kayla: her right hand palmed it like a big, delicate, doll head. He could feel the bumps of the bones of her long phalanges at the same time her fingers grasped the back half of his head carefully. And just like that, the push brought his mouth in contact with her lips. 

Thick, fat and pillowy, he was pressed in. Her mouth, including the upper diameter of her lips, could easily cover from the very bottom of his nose to the bottom of his chin. Jonathan placed his arms around her neck and her back. He played with the hair at the top of the neck, softly pushing it against the grain. The kiss that had started as a simple wetting of the lips had by now transformed into tongue play. Jonathan tried to dart his tongue in her mouth until Kayla began to reciprocate, pushing back with her own. Kayla’s massive tongue prodded out. Very quickly, Jonathan realized how the tip of it easily filled the opening of his mouth. More and more, the warm bumpy mass pushed in, like a forceful intrusion. Kayla moaned loudly. This feeling of complete dominance and control was now turning her on. Jonathan felt the vibration of her voice echo all the way through his mouth, subtly vibrating his ribcage. The front of his pants were now obviously constrained by his rising erection. His mouth was full, his instincts on the verge of a precipice between choking and wanting to take even more of her tongue in. In this moment, he felt as if he could give himself to her fully, as her moans captured his soul, and then perhaps turning around and finding a way to pleasure her to a complete orgasm. An orgasm that would see her become even more than she is.

Jonathan took hold with his right hand of the fat nipple brushing against his waist. He slowly grinded his own midsection, in a slow, steady pace, against any skin he could rub against. Kayla had no filter: her moans were loud, constant. Her hand not holding Jonathan to her face was busy massaging her now erect clitoris. She pushed her tongue in and out in rhythm as her waist moved back and forth against her fingers. A perfect synchronicity. His soft presses on the now hard nipple kept sending wave after wave of this sinking feeling all over her body. Not more than a few minutes passed, and a sudden rush of lubricant erupted from inside her labia. Kayla pulled back, screaming her life out at the pleasure. She sat down further, her legs around a Jonathan that was now frantically removing his shirt, the way an overexcited person would. The torrent of lubricant Kayla expelled washed over his legs for a few seconds, similar in strength to the jets from the previously broken shower head.

“Fuck yes!” yelled Kayla. As her orgasm died down, Kayla rose on her knees, facing a dumbfounded Jonathan still on the floor. Jungle-like heat washed over his face from the plump engorged lips of Kayla’s labia. Again, she placed her soft palm behind his head. He barely had time to notice before his head was pushed forward, plunging the bottom of his face inside warm, humid skin. 

As Jonathan’s face found itself mashed against the inner hole of her genitals, he grabbed as much of her as he could, and found his arms barely able to reach to the back of her posterior. His forehead could feel the pressure from Kayla’s rigid overinflated clitoris. Her moans echoed through the ravaged room. For Jonathan, it felt like every grind, every push brought him further inside. His tongue was frantically trying to please the small curves and wrinkles it could find. “Oh! Careful, I’m…” exhaled Kayla between two cries. The walls of her labia seemed to pulse, and more of Kayla’s lubricant was now coming in discrete waves. Kayla pressed Jonathan further in. Her hips gyrated slowly, tapping her turgid clitoris against his forehead. Her lips slowly grasped his face as her flesh kept growing from her past orgasm. Jonathan forcefully pressed his hands, grasping at the expanse of her ass, trying to dive in deeper. “Oh God! Oh God!” yelled Kayla over and over. Kayla bent down, pressed her hand against the wall in front of her, kept Jonathan in place with the other, and suddenly flexed her thighs inward. As she yelled, a thick, final wave of woman lube splashed around the few possible openings around Jonathan’s head. Like an encroaching wave, her labia extended, covering more of his head.

Kayla finally relaxed, let her small host go, and slumped down back, her massive legs quivering with joy as her orgasm went on. Still sitting on his knees, Jonathan stared at her, completely drenched in her juices except for his forearms and hands that had been outside the line of sight of her vagina. The floor shook as Kayla kept slowly gyrating her hips. On his left and right, her feet and legs pushed against the wall, her toes curling in pleasure from the aftermath. Jonathan was pretty sure he was now barely as tall as one of her legs was long.

“Kayla?” His question was met with moans. Kayla was on the ground, pressing her nipples and rubbing her clitoris anew. She thrust her hips up and down, and forcefully shook the room. “Kayla?” asked Jonathan. She was approaching another orgasm. Jonathan was starting to feel concerned. “Again! I can’t … this is so good!” yelled the massive woman. Kayla was thrusting back and forth so fast against her hand, sweat flicking off her skin because of the speed of her ministrations. Jonathan stood up while holding the frame of the door. The ground seemed to bend with her weight as her hips bounced back and forth, throwing his balance off. Bottles and various knick-knacks had long fallen over and were now rolling all over the floor. “Fuck! So … good!” yelled Kayla as, once again, she felt the sensitive, warmness spread out all over her body. The wall in front of her seemed to get farther away. Her hands now massaged her body, eliciting more moans.

Jonathan walked toward her, just between her legs and in front of her genitals, pushing some of the bottles of shampoo with his feet as he went. Kayla was about to bring her hand to her genitals a fourth time, but felt something grasping a finger. She finally looked down, and saw Jonathan holding one with both his hands. “Kayla,” he asked softly, “we have to get you out of here, you’re almost too big for the door.” 

A sudden silence fell on the room, and clarity befell Kayla’s clouded sight. She rose on her knees, barely fitting inside the room. “Oh my God Jonathan. I’m so sorry!” She apologized.

Jonathan kindly dismissed her apology and exited the bathroom. “I’ll try and push some of the objects in the hall away so you have more space,” he yelled back from the corridor. There was a wide, antique burrow that Jonathan had to push toward his bedroom. It took a while to get the momentum going, but it eventually slid away, barely scraping the wooden floors. With it out of the way, the hall was now mostly empty. —That should leave the way clear for her—thought Jonathan. That was until he came back and saw Kayla, halfway out of the shower room, grasping at a small support pillar that protruded from the wall in front of her pulling as best as she could to bring herself free without damaging the house more. But she was firmly stuck. 

“I can’t pass my ass, Jonathan!” He stifled a laugh as he saw how even sideways, with her sides being oriented from floor to ceiling, the top shelf of her behind was unable to squeeze past the wooden supports of the bathroom door. As she had tried pulling through, the beams eventually got stuck in the middle of her posterior. Jonathan squeezed behind her in the corridor, barely taller than her back’s width. She had grown so much. Once at the door, Jonathan braced himself and pushed as much overflowing skin as he could, kneading the flesh like one does with dough, slowly inching the blockage out forward. Kayla kept pulling, and very carefully, centimeters by centimeters, she seemed to slide her ass out.

Eventually, she pulled through the high point, and was able to pull herself with increased ease. Jonathan pulled back. Her massive thighs were now passing the door, while Kayla crawled forward, toward the staircase. The ground shook with each slide of her leg. Jonathan followed after her, admiring the pale flesh of her long soles, feeling a sort of sexual intent coming back as he felt the smell of her sweat fill the corridor. Kayla was now at the top of the stairs. Looking down the rickety stairway, and at her size, it suddenly did not feel very safe. She knew that if she gripped the stair handle, there was a risk of breaking it. She also knew that under these stairs was another pathway to the basement, meaning there was very little support. “Jonathan, I’m going to try going down. I’ll be very careful but, this all looks very dangerous right now.” 

“I’ll pass first!” He exclaimed. She felt Jonathan squeeze by her front. He playfully passed his finger on one of her large areolas. 

“Don’t get me started, you twat!” joked Kayla. “Come on, help me get out, this feels very cramped.” Jonathan nodded and headed downstairs. He opened up the wide double doors of the porch, just down in front of the stairway and turned around. 

“Alright! Just come down. And look, don’t worry, if anything happens: safety first! Don’t worry if stuff breaks. That’s for me to think about.” Jonathan told her. 

She started with one arm, extended it to a span that covered all the way to slightly past the middle of the stairway. She grabbed a corner of a stair and pressed on it a bit, to test its strength. The wood cracked and complained, but didn’t seem to bend strongly. Kayla then quickly slid herself forward, halfway down. Everything was fine … until it wasn’t. The sudden added weight was too much, a loud snap broke the relative silence and the stairs splintered. Kayla quickly brought her arms down to reach the floor in front of her, sending the anchor for her weight from the stairs to the floor. She would now be able to slide down while putting all her weight on her hands. 

Jonathan, seeing that Kayla had taken back control, left the house and waited outside. It must have been around midday. The sun was blaring down. The door to his house was wide open, the inside too dark to properly discern because of the outside glare. A first-hand came out and grasped the soil just outside the house. Same with a second one. Kayla’s head then emerged, her long braids spilling out like medusa’s snakes. As her shoulders passed the door frame, she raised her back a little, giving free way for her breasts to spill out. She pulled herself up as if doing a push-up, giving herself space to bring one knee outside. Kayla ascended. Seeing her side by side with the house brought Jonathan pause. He wondered how they had ever fit inside that shower room. The wind passed between her legs, caressing her bare skin. They both stared at each other. —Where do we go from here—pondered Jonathan? Kayla smiled: she still had unfinished business. 

Before he had time to notice, two large hands picked him up by his armpits and lifted him like one would lift a child. Jonathan found himself staring at her eyes, his legs reaching the middle of her waist. “I still have to finish that last orgasm, I’m not letting you go before that’s done!” Jonathan blushed at her exclamation. “Now, remove your pants.” Despite his dubious position, he was still able to unbutton, unzip and let his pants fall down. There, atop his underwear, Kayla saw a thick, bulbous shaped purple mass. Jonathan threw the rest of his clothes down as best as he could while suspended, having leeway to use his arms. He stood in front of her naked, with his penis rigidly pointed toward her. Wind passed by him as he was rushed to her mouth, her immense, meaty tongue slithering out to play with his member. Jonathan grabbed what he could, and started humping her lips and her tongue. His thick member was enough to have a presence. It lasted only about two minutes: Jonathan found himself much too excited by the situation to be in control. 

“Kayla, watch out, here it comes…” he said out of breath. Just as his juices came out, Kayla turned him away from her, seeing how far it would shoot from so high up. Slowly, his orgasm died down, and Jonathan closed his eyes, calmness overtaking him. He was brought back to the ground, and left to lay bare on the soil.

He opened his eyes, expecting to see the sky. Instead, he saw the open lips of Kayla’s vagina, her hand already penetrating its deep opening. She had already squatted down over him, her feet firmly planted on each side. Droplets of excitement fell from her. Jonathan extended his arms and rubbed her feet to his sides. Very quickly, it seemed that Kayla’s efforts at grinding herself bore fruit, and a small amount of her vaginal lube came out as a new orgasm shook her. Moans escaped her. Jonathan felt her skin becoming warmer. Her feet slowly pushed his hands and claimed more ground. The cavernous opening of her genitals accentuated. She lowered her labia to his face, and, without sitting down or putting any weight, made Jonathan feel the warmth of her interior. Again, she rubbed her clitoris; again she yelled. It felt so easy to reach pleasure after pleasure. Kayla always had an easy time to orgasm in repetition. But with everything going on right now, it felt like the bar had been lowered, and every few minutes she could supercharge her nervous system with pleasure unlike anything before. Jonathan was having too much fun having his head surrounded by the warm flesh of her lips, and licked her wet walls, hearing her sounds around him, feeling the folds and wrinkles get bigger as, obviously, her orgasms kept increasing her mass. After five minutes of continuous excitement, ejaculations and moans of pleasure, it seemed she was calming down. She finally crashed down by his side and laid down, completely spent.

Her stomach moved up and down with each breath. Jonathan got up and walked toward her, his bare feet now caked in mud from walking in soil overflowing with her juices. He pressed himself against her stomach. Jonathan extended his arms above him. He laid in a half-crescent shape on her smooth belly, her defined abdominals appearing as she stretched out. He was barely able to reach her belly button. It was like being in front of an immense, life defying animal. There are very few occasions when a human could feel as if his life is out of his hands, as if whatever he’s doing could be his last moment if fate so desired. He knew that Kayla had the power to do so in an instant. From the bottom of his heart, though, he guessed she was as kind as they come and felt at peace. As he laid there, he felt one of her hands cover his back. The blazing sun was comfortable to their naked bodies. Exhausted, they closed their eyes.

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