Jayee’s X-Blog - Thu, Sept 21

I think I’m going to have to stop ordering pizza Or order pizza only when I’m REALLY horny because every instance is now turning into a porn scenario. Tarantina makes sure of that.

Yesterday, the Urge that I get when I don’t call upon Tarantina’s magic for a while was getting pretty strong. I swear, even Mrs Cunningworth on the third floor, with her gray hair, hooked nose, and saggy boobs was starting to look good.

So I ordered Chinese. And you know who showed up? Li Fang Fei, from the comics, or a chick looking VERY much like her, but wearing modern attire, including the red-and-black t-shirt of Mr Wong’s Asian Delights. She wasn’t the BUSTY version of Li Fang Fei, just the regular one, with what I guessed were 34B boobs (I’m pretty good at guessing those, now). She was very professional until the moment she handed me the small payment device. She seemed startled and I saw her eyes grow wide as saucers. She squirmed while I made the payment. I wondered what was up with her, obviously suspecting this was Tarantina’s doing.

The girl (whose name I never learned, so we’ll call her Li for now) fanned herself with her hand as I returned the device to her.

”Do you…ah…think I could use your bathroom?” she asked.

”Sure,” I said. Second door to the right.

I watched her rush to the bathroom, walking funny as she did. She had her back to me so I couldn’t be sure, but I could have sworn she’d grabbed hold of her chest. I looked over at Tarantina, who hovered nearby and shrugged. It wasn’t clear whether the gesture meant yes, I did it, fuck you, or I have no clue.

She was gone for a long time, well over five minutes, when I decided to knock at the bathroom door.

”Are you okay?” I asked. There was a long silence so I knocked again. “Hello? Are you still in there?:

There was a small pause, then “Yes.” Another pause. “I’m here. There’s…a problem.”

I could imagine a number of scenarios, but I wasn’t about to start guessing. There was no way any of it would make me look good, or NOT freak her out.

”You can’t stay in there forever,” I said. “My…ah…my food is getting cold, you know?”

So she came out, and I could instantly see why she was hiding in there. Her boobs had doubled in size. Her already tight shirt was stretching outward in all the right way, and woudn't stay tucked in her pants. She was at LEAST a 34D now, maybe pushing on 34E. Her face was beet red from embarrassment, but I quickly understood it wasn’t from her expanded breasts. A massive erection created a tent at the front of her cargo pants, which she tried to hide by keeping both hands joined at her crotch.

”I’m sorry for the trouble,” she said quickly. “Thank you, I‘ll be going now.”

Even as she spoke, I could see her tits were still expanding, as was the bulge in her pants. I couldn’t let her go out looking like that. Who knew who she might run into and what they might to do her. (Plus—and I’m sure Tarantina planned it that way—I was kind of curious and excited to see where this was going.)

”You can’t go looking like this,” I said, trying not to sound too creepy. “What if it gets worse? You’re safe here. I won’t touch you against your will, I promise you.”

(I kind of suspected her will would not be an issue if things headed where I thouht they were headed.)

She halfheartedly agreed. I led her to the couch, where she sat while I sat on a barcalounger across from her. Her expanding tits had to feel pretty good, but it really looked like the bulk of her pleasure was coming from the ever-stretching erection in her pants. She was squirming, trying to avoid touching it, but it was probably catching uncomfortably in her flimsy underwear. By then, it was getting to long and thick that there was no way it could stay confined in her pants for much longer.

Finally, her dick pushed upward past the waistband of her pants, pressed tight against her stomach and creeping ever upward. Without realizing it, I leaned forward to look at her more closely. She crossed her legs in a futile effort to stop her cock from growing further, which only made her squirm and tremble from added pleasure. I saw the head of the fleshy snake disappear into her shirt. She flushed bright red when it pushed itself between her giant mounds—now easily 36G and cresting at the top of her low-cut shirt. Her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Stop...looking at me," she said, panting.

Her words were reasonable, but if she had really wanted to stop this erotic display, she could have easily locked herself in the bathroom or taken refuge in another room in my apartment. No, she wanted me to see her. I bet it turned her on like nothing before. The way I stared at her, it probably drove her wild with lust. I was sure she wanted me to look at her while the inevitable conclusion to this scenario came to fruition.

The head of her cock, now impossibly long and thick, emerged from the top of her cleavage. She stared down at it, her eyes wide with shock and desire. Finally, glancing at me one last time to make sure I was watching, she parted her lips and took it in her mouth. Slowly at first, her head bobbed up and down on the giant shaft. She closed her eyes, finally surrendering to the moment. One hand slid under her shirt to caress her boobs and roll her nipples; the other properly holding the tip of her massive dick so she could suck it properly. She spread her legs wide, revealing a large wet spot at the crotch of her pants. Yeah, she wanted my cock in her, that much was obvious.

I was horny as fuck, I'm not gonna lie. I hadn't had sex in too long. I stood up, walked to her, and pulled her cargo pants down. Then her panties. I could see the giant cock sprouting from where her clit used to be. Her slit was still there, dripping wet and her folds fully opened.

"You wanted me to fuck you, don't you?" I asked, not waiting for a response to drop my pants.

She parted her legs wider and raised her hips, which had the added bonus of shoving her dick further down her throat. She let out a deep guttural sound that I took as consent. I slid myself inside her and felt her walls clamp down around me like a vise. I slowly started the age-old motion that got my ancestors to this point. She met my every thrust with a hip thrust of her own, groaning each time as the tip of her oversized cock nearly choked her. We were in sync. I could feel her tensing up as her orgasm got closer. I thrust faster into her, grunting with effort. My hands reached for her top and ripped it up. I wanted to see those mounds flop freely while I fucked the living daylights out of her.

Finally, I felt the final buildup in my groin. I quickly pulled out and aimed my cock at her chest. I came hard, the sight of her huge tits and her self-fellatio causing my balls to squirt a huge load. It landed in random streaks on her mounds and dick. Her eyes were still closed, but she must have heard or felt my orgasm because she came right then. Her huge balls contracted, shooting out so much cum that it spurted hard from her mouth and noseIt splattered all over her chin, throat and chest.

It was a long minute before she came to her senses and the fog of faerie-driven lust faded from her confused brain. It was a longer hour before her body returned to normal—and not the Li Fang Fei version she'd been turned into. Tarantina had mercifully cast a short-duration spell, so the delivery girl was back to her lovely (and still Asian) self by the time she left. I did give her replacement clothes for those I'd destroyed or messed up. I also let her use my bathroom to clean herself up, which she did. (I later discovered she'd masturbated quite liberally before showering, leaving countless streaks of cum over the mirror, toilet, sink, walls, ceiling, lights, etc.). I suppose fair is fair.

And when she was gone, I returned my attention to the lunch I'd ordered, which by now was cold.

--Jaycee