In the heart of our secluded cabin, nestled in the woods, you and I, Erica and Tom, indulged in our shared secret – a fantasy that made our hearts race and our bodies ache with desire. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow on our surroundings, we found ourselves growing, not in fear or anxiety, but in size, our bodies expanding to fill the once spacious room.
Our clothes lay in tatters around us, discarded as we outgrew them, our naked bodies pressed against each other, our skin slick with sweat and anticipation. “Fuck, Tom,” I breathed, my voice husky with desire, “I love it when you make me feel this big.”
Your hands, now larger than my head, roamed over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. Your touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as you cupped my breasts, your thumbs brushing against my hardened nipples. I moaned, arching into your touch, my own hands tracing the contours of your muscular chest, my fingers dancing over the ridges of your abs.
I could feel your erection, now larger than my forearm, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I dropped to my knees, my head now level with your waist, and took your massive member in my hand. I looked up at you, my eyes wide with anticipation, and whispered, “I want to taste you.”
I wrapped my lips around your dick, taking as much of you as I could into my mouth. I could feel you throbbing against my tongue, your moans of pleasure filling the room as I bobbed my head up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. I could feel your body trembling, your hands tangling in my hair as you guided me, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
Suddenly, you pulled me up, your lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss. You lifted me up, my legs wrapping around your waist as you carried me to the bed. You laid me down gently, your body covering mine as you positioned yourself at my entrance. “I need to be inside you,” you growled, your voice thick with desire.
I nodded, spreading my legs wider to accommodate your massive size. You entered me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me to my limits. I moaned, my nails digging into your back as you filled me completely. You began to move, your thrusts slow and deep, hitting every spot inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with every thrust.
You reached between us, your fingers finding my clit, and began to rub circles around it. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my body convulsing around yours. You continued to thrust, chasing your own release, until finally, with a guttural groan, you came, filling me with your seed.
We lay there, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we came down from our high. You looked at me, your eyes filled with love and desire, and whispered, “I love you, Erica.” I smiled, my heart swelling with love for this man who shared my secret, my fantasy, my life. “I love you too, Tom,” I replied, my voice filled with the same love and desire.
As we lay there, our bodies slowly returning to their normal size, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Our secret, our shared fantasy, had brought us closer together, strengthening our bond in ways I never thought possible. And as we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, I knew that our love, like our fantasy, was truly one of a kind.
In the heart of our secluded cabin, nestled in the woods, you and I, Erica and Tom, indulged in our shared secret – a fantasy that made our hearts race and our bodies ache with desire. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow on our surroundings, we found ourselves growing, not in fear or anxiety, but in size, our bodies expanding to fill the once spacious room.
Our clothes lay in tatters around us, discarded as we outgrew them, our naked bodies pressed against each other, our skin slick with sweat and anticipation. “Fuck, Tom,” I breathed, my voice husky with desire, “I love it when you make me feel this big.”
Your hands, now larger than my head, roamed over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. Your touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as you cupped my breasts, your thumbs brushing against my hardened nipples. I moaned, arching into your touch, my own hands tracing the contours of your muscular chest, my fingers dancing over the ridges of your abs.
I could feel your erection, now larger than my forearm, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I dropped to my knees, my head now level with your waist, and took your massive member in my hand. I looked up at you, my eyes wide with anticipation, and whispered, “I want to taste you.”
I wrapped my lips around your dick, taking as much of you as I could into my mouth. I could feel you throbbing against my tongue, your moans of pleasure filling the room as I bobbed my head up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. I could feel your body trembling, your hands tangling in my hair as you guided me, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
Suddenly, you pulled me up, your lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss. You lifted me up, my legs wrapping around your waist as you carried me to the bed. You laid me down gently, your body covering mine as you positioned yourself at my entrance. “I need to be inside you,” you growled, your voice thick with desire.
I nodded, spreading my legs wider to accommodate your massive size. You entered me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me to my limits. I moaned, my nails digging into your back as you filled me completely. You began to move, your thrusts slow and deep, hitting every spot inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with every thrust.
You reached between us, your fingers finding my clit, and began to rub circles around it. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my body convulsing around yours. You continued to thrust, chasing your own release, until finally, with a guttural groan, you came, filling me with your seed.
We lay there, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling as we came down from our high. You looked at me, your eyes filled with love and desire, and whispered, “I love you, Erica.” I smiled, my heart swelling with love for this man who shared my secret, my fantasy, my life. “I love you too, Tom,” I replied, my voice filled with the same love and desire.
As we lay there, our bodies slowly returning to their normal size, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Our secret, our shared fantasy, had brought us closer together, strengthening our bond in ways I never thought possible. And as we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, I knew that our love, like our fantasy, was truly one of a kind.
