The Body Whisperer - Sex Stories

The Body Whisperer

... to

gripping

and

stroking

, first mindlessly wrapping her fingers around her swelling new organ, and then her entire hand as her girth increased.

By this point the Body Whisperer had completely backed off again, confident that Amanda knew exactly what to do to bring her soul and body into balance now that they had guided her, and Jane watched, amazed, as Amanda steadily stroked her small, diminutive phallus, and it grew and swelled and throbbed with each stroke, until a giant, pulsing monster of a cock hung between the seductive giantess's thick thighs.

Amanda stroked harder and harder in automatic bliss, her closed eyes tightening with the increasing pleasure as memories of the sensations currently flowing through her cock filled her mind. Her brow furrowed expectantly as though she were waiting for something to happen, but eventually that look of pleasure turned to frustration, and then confusion, and then Jane saw the Body Whisperer lightly nodding in pride as Amanda let her other hand slide back down the shaft of her colossal cock to once again gently stroke at the petite labia that continued to rest unnoticed below her bouncing, engorged mast, a look of intense concentration etched into the sharp new lines of her face.

Jane wasn't able to see it, but Amanda was certainly able to feel it as her labia slowly began to puff up, thickening with her arousal as she continued to encourage herself to swell, to grow, to become the fertile goddess she was meant ...

... to be. Although... that wasn't quite right either, Amanda now realized, eyes still tightly shut, and she felt her grip change from stroking herself to gently cupping and squeezing. Her labia eagerly responded now that her body's resistance had fully been worn down under the onslaught of sensation rushing through her, and Amanda felt them growing again, though this time her puffy lips quickly eclipsed the size of even the most fertile of goddesses, yet continued to swell, beginning to feel heavy against her fingers and palm, fusing together, bulging, almost like they were filling with something...

Amanda didn't notice that she'd started subconsciously stroking her throbbing dick once again with her other hand as her massive right breast bounced and jiggled and smacked against her thigh with the exertion of her masturbation, and then Jane was watching, now no longer denying her own arousal as Amanda's eyes suddenly burst open with release, and her wide hips began to jerk back and forth as massive spurts of thick, white liquid were expelled from the towering rod of pulsing purple pleasure, which had so recently been the smallest and tightest of delicate pussies.

Jane stared in awe as Amanda finally finished her transformation. She looked so blissfully happy, and not just because of the sexual release that was now pooling on the antique wood floor.

Jane was happy for Amanda, of course, but she couldn't help but feel apprehensive at what now awaited her friend. Constantly ...