Long Way Down - Part 1

Max was always fun to "babysit'. Larger than average with just perfect bend, he was hardly a Johnny Holmes...but he easily hit the right spot each and every time. She can't remember a single time when the young man didn't send her into a heaving, back-clawing, wake the neighbors frenzy. For as fun as he may be, there were also rumors...gossip mostly...of another monster lurking at the Goof residence.

One Friday night, Goofy running late for a date with Sylvia, and Debbie arriving early...she sees with her own eyes that the rumors are true. Max lets her in, the pair giving one another a knowing smile before the redhead excuses herself to go upstairs and use the powder room. Unbeknownst to him, Goofy has left his bedroom door cracked...and that's when she sees it.

Mouth hanging open, wide-eyed, she watches as Goofy jumps around...cursing to himself as he hurriedly attempts to pull on a pair of slacks. All the while, almost comically, her eyes follow the swinging giant. Debbie prides herself on being somewhat of a size queen, her dresser drawers full of toys that...well, even Mr Holmes might find intimidating.

But this...

Debbie: (thinking, mouthing silently) Oh - My - Gawd!

A week later and another Friday night, Debbie already knows that Max is staying over at PJ's house...and the real man of the house is home alone for the evening. The redhead hesitates for a second, adjusting her attire before ringing the doorbell...a little extra cleavage for good measure.  A push of the button and she can hear the well-hung dog stirring inside, the door opening to reveal a bathrobe and slippers-clad hound staring down at her quizzically.

Goofy: Well, hey there Debbie. What brings yuh to this side of Spoonerville?

Debbie: Oh, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and...

It's at this moment when Goofy notices her attire. Gone are her usual blue jeans and a jacket, replaced by something more revealing...a little, black dress that rides high on her thigh and plunges low enough to almost see the edges of her areola. Kitten heels and a dark pair of stockings complete the ensemble...causing Goofy to theatrically swallow with a gulping noise.

Goofy: Well, uhhh...  Maxie ain't here tonight and I...uhhh...

Debbie: I didn't come here to see Max.

Goofy: Alrighty...  Well, I guess you'd better come inside then.

Goofy closes the door behind her, gesturing for the young woman to have a seat on the couch...some prime-time sitcom playing on the TV. The hound watches as she saunters across the living room, hips popping, every line and curve visible beneath her tight-fitting dress. Debbie sits down, crossing her shapely legs, an arm swing over the back of the couch.

Goofy: I...uhhh...  I was just about to have some dinner and watch some tube. I could make you a plate.

Debbie says nothing, less than demurely smiling at him, running a painted fingernail along the hem of her dress.

Goofy: You...  You want a soda pop or something?

Debbie uncrosses one leg, recrossing with it with the other. Goofy blinks repeatedly, again repeating the theatrical swallow...for the briefest second, he can plainly see that she isn't wearing any underthings.

Debbie: I didn't come here for soda pop either.

As willing, eager, and completely infatuated with it as Debbie may be...some lengths, breadths, and depths are simply unattainable. Having made their way to Goofy's bedroom, the redhead...clad in only her stockings...hovers cowgirl style on the first five inches of the hound's enormity. Goofy had warned her, warned her repeatedly, but here she was…gasping for breath, eyes rolling up in their sockets, and not even a third of his monstrous length inside her.

Goofy chuckles to himself, watching as a tendril of drool dribbles from the corner of Debbie’s mouth, her entire body quivering as she half-kneels, half-stands on the bed above him. One would think that she'd recognize the improbability of taking so much, having barely been able to take his enormous head in her mouth not minutes ago. But here she is, the weight of her own body pushing her downward...not inch by inch, but millimeter by tormenting millimeter.

Goofy: Now, don't go hurtin' yourself, young lady. I won't fault 'cha one bit if yuh can't take any more.

Debbie groans something semi-intelligible, digging her fingernails into the palms of her balled-up fists, her knuckles turning white. She has a sizable collection of, well, sizeable toys at home. But this... The thickest portion of Goofy's black girth stretches her further than any piece of silicone she's managed to seat herself upon before, his sheer mass flattening the walls of her vagina against its neighboring pubic bone.

Debbie: Sss... Ssss... So muh... Muh... So m-much d-d-d...

Come what may, pain or pleasure, Debbie is committed...she's now determined to take, size-wise, what amounts to any normal man's bicep. Goofy, however, is no normal man...Debbie finding out the hard way that all of the rumors and gossip about a monster lurking at the Goof residence are true. Debbie grits her teeth, letting nearly all of her weight carry her downward.

The redhead's eyes suddenly widen, her mouth open, but no sound comes out. Fractions of inches suddenly become whole inches...too many inches...as she finds herself dropping past the meatiest portion of Goofy's shaft. The giant inside lands firmly against her cervix, Debbie letting out a bark of surprise. It isn't until she's sat there for a moment, letting herself relax around the behemoth, that Debbie notices that she's still a full hand width or more away from reaching Goofy's base.

Determined as she may be...try as she might...there's just no way.

To be continued...

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Original Sketch by Diraulus

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2