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Filling Greta

By: Dragonien

I never thought that something so unnatural could feel so amazing. I could feel him stretching me out, far beyond anything that should have ever been even remotely possible. Each time my hips lowered and I bounced upon the monstrous pillar of meat that was his cock I could actually see the thing pushing out against the insides of my belly! The sight should have been worrying on any number of levels. Even though rationally I knew that I was fine, knew that the potion Nisa had given me had made my entire body elastic and stretchy like a balloon, there still should have been something fundamentally disturbing about seeing my body being misshapen in such a way. Yet despite this every time I saw that dome shaped outline push out from inside my belly instead of terror all I felt was an overwhelming surge of lust. Crocodiles are intimidating and a big girl like me even more so. Even when the supposed big boys accept what they see as the 'challenge' of trying to tame a hefty beast like me, I've yet to meet one that didn't eventually turn into a moaning, glorified sex toy for me once I got going on them. But now I knew how it felt. Now I knew what it was like to truly bite off more than you could chew.

His hands were like vice grips on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough that they were actually sinking slightly into the flesh of my ample curves. Were it not for that chemical that had given my body it's unnatural pliability the grip might actually have been painful. Instead it just was one more in a series of reminders as to how thoroughly overwhelming everything, even just his grip on me, was. He wasn't even particularly skilled in bed. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't bad by any means but I had met plenty of men with far more experience and skill in the sack, much less my own prowess if I were to indulge in a bit of my ego. But he didn't need to be great in the sack. Hell, the reason why he wasn't particularly skilled was pretty apparent and all it did was make me want him that much more. It's kind of hard to get good practice when your dick's too big to fit inside anyone.

Anyone other than me at that particular moment.

I'm a shameless size queen and I'm not sorry about it. I've seen some monster cocks in my day but every single one of them would shrivel in the presence of this dragon's monster. I'm over seven-foot-tall and I've taken some real doozies in my day both real and artificial but if it hadn't been for that little kobold's potion giving me this extra bit of elasticity even I wouldn't have been able to fit this eight-plus foot dragon's dick in me. I was spread so far apart my legs actually had to spread a bit as well each time I bounced on him, feeling my nethers stretching unnaturally beyond their original limits. Each throb of his heartbeat pushed me that fraction of an inch wider as his cock flared with the pulsations. God it was like I had an oversized apple on top of a 1-liter soda bottle stuffing itself into me every over and over. The worst was yet to come, though. I wasn't the only one that had been given a little liquid assistance that night by that little kobold.

It really started when he started to thrust in time with my own bouncing, using his grip on my hips to haul himself up each time I pushed down to thrust that extra inch deeper into me. Each time he pushed upwards I could actually feel my ass and thighs distend upwards thanks to their augmented malleability from the force of his thrusting. More importantly, each thrust he made into me was accompanied by something forcing its way out of him. At first, I would have thought he was cumming, as I could feel thick ropes of liquid forcing their way into me. Then I would remember how leaky he had been during my 'warm-up' with him where I had experimented with how stretchy my throat had become first. Back then his balls had been easily the size of softballs. As I had teased him to the edge only to let him drift back away from it over and over again I had seen the effects of whatever potion she had given him as well. watched him become more and more riled up, more and more virile, more and more messy. By the time I had decided to start crawling my way on top of him those softballs had grown to the size of cantaloupes. Now? His legs were being forced apart by what looked like two basketballs stuffed into his oversized ball sac. He was producing more pre every couple of seconds than any cum other guy I had ever slept with had been able to manage with their most intense, blue-balled orgasms. And the worst part? I could start to actually FEEL myself sloshing, which only riled me up that much more.

It wasn't until he had started to pat one of his hands on my hip in a gesture to get my attention, panting out barely coherent warnings that he was getting close, that I realized how far out of it I had been. A dribble of saliva was freely running down the edge of my chin where I had been drooling, and only when the sound was abruptly gone did I realize some of the background noise I had been tuning out had been my own needy moans. That thought brought a momentary flush to my cheeks as it dawned on me no one else had ever made me moan like that. Then again no one else had needed me to be supernaturally augmented for me to be able to fuck them. I knew I needed to get off of him, I could already actually see my normally flat and firm belly visibly jostling slightly from the payload of liquid already filling it and god only knew what his actual orgasm would be like. But even as my brain tried to start sending the signals for me to slow down and dismount the behemoth that was the red dragon it they didn't seem to work. Instead I heard, almost as if a passenger in my own body watching my lusts and desires take the driver seat instead, my own voice speak aloud in the most desperate and pleading voice I could ever hear come from my muzzle.

"Do it... Cum for me... Fucking do it..."

It was like I had said the magic words. His fingers tightened their grip on my hips to the point that his claws certainly would have been drawing blood if my hide wasn't bowing inwards like rubber. His hips thrust upwards one final time as I pushed myself down to the very hilt on him to be locked in place by his grasp. His muzzle opened in a strangled mix of moan, snarl and roar as he finally spilled over the edge and I felt him begin to fill me. Jesus, I don't even know how to describe it. It was like one of those cartoon water hoses where you can see individual bulges of water traveling down the hose, each 'bulge' forcing out a surge of water. Except instead of bulges of a water hose it was throbs of a foot and a half of dragon dick speared up into me, and instead of water it was hot dragon jizz forcing its way into my insides. I could not just feel, but actually SEE myself starting to thicken and inflate. I watched, my own orgasm seemingly all but buried under the stimulations mixed with the awe of staring at my own stomach as it distended. It was like watching someone gaining weight in fast motion, except my stomach had a bit more jiggle to it than simple fat would give. inch after inch added to my gut as gallon after gallon of dragon seed forced its way into me. Were I in any place to pay attention to my surroundings I might have looked over my shoulders to see how the dragon's balls had peaked nearly the size of small beach balls.

When I finally felt his release slowing, I sighed in relief and let my head roll back to stare up at the ceiling. Reflexively my arms raised up to rest hands on top of my now prodigious, beach-ball sized gut where it rested on top of the prone dragon's torso. He had quite literally inflated me like a balloon, and I was finding myself unbelievably turned on by that thought. If it wasn't for the fact that I wasn't sure if I could even move, much less that I wasn't sure I dared test just HOW stretchy I had become, I probably would already be trying to encourage him into a round two. Instead, I slowly turned my gaze down to look down at the panting dragon, waiting until he seemed to have caught his breath and come at least somewhat down from his own orgasmic high before addressing him.

"Mm... Do you always give girls the water-balloon treatment when they come over, or am I a special case?"

Dragonien took another second or two to regain his breath before smiling up at the bloated crocodile atop him. His hands slid from where they still lay on my hips to rub across the sides of my distended belly instead. I couldn't hide the shudder of bliss that rolled up my spine, not having quite realized how sensitive my gut had become. So much for trying to regain a bit of composure and confident appearance.

"I can honestly say you are the first that's gotten this particular ride." he murmured up at me contentedly. Then, his smile turned more devious as he added "But I'm pretty sure we're far from over, Greta my dear."

With that he rolled his hips a bit beneath me. He moved just enough to shift his length where it was buried inside of me to draw attention to the fact that, to my astonishment, was still rock hard. It was only then that I thought to look over my shoulder, When I saw the state of the dragon's lower half, I couldn't help but swallow in audible nervousness. His balls hadn't shrunk at all from his volcanic release. Far from it. Instead they had continued growing to the point they had rolled over the far edge of the bed and now rested partially on the floor, each one easily the size of a small beanbag chair. When I turned to look back down at Dragonien I saw him staring back up at me hungrily, licking over his exposed teeth like a predator eyeing its prey. Suddenly I realized how all those other little guys I had overwhelmed over the years felt when they finally hit on that realization that they were in over their heads. What was that old saying? Turnabout is fair play? Yea. I guess that's true.

It's pretty hot too.