Coming Undone
Added 2025-01-30 01:24:56 +0000 UTCThe rush of growth made my skin flush hot, my breath shuddering as every inch gained sent a ripple of pleasure ripping through my veins. My metal bed frame creaked, reminding me of how much I had already grown. I wondered how much more it could take.
My fingers trembled as they drifted lower, circling, teasing, controlling the pace that I knew I liked. The spell only worked as long as I kept myself right on the precipice—no sudden bursts, no rushing this time. Just slow, aching, sensual expansion.
With every circle of my fingers, I grew another fraction of an inch. My body was so close, trembling at the edge of release, my breath coming in short, needy, desperate gasps. My thighs quivered with desire, the coil in my stomach tightening, the pleasure burning deep and white hot.
I bit my lip, forcing myself to hold back, to ride the sweet torment a little longer. I knew that when I finally let go—when I finally allowed myself to arrive—it would be as gargantuan, as overwhelming, as powerful as I had grown, myself. The anticipation alone was maddening, my body caught in this exquisite cycle of pleasure and expansion, growing, pulsing, aching for release!
I wanted it so badly, but I knew I could hold out a few more feet.
I made it to ten feet before I came undone.
Fuck, I love size magic!
