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    Driveway: Hopefully this tale will take a while to tell...obvious inspiration comes from shooters excellent if sporadic genie series. As yet this work has no title...suggestions?



    I should have been more careful. I should have seen where things were headed. Would I have done anything different though? I don't know. Maybe one or two things, maybe everything. If I'd been able to see me now would it have even begun? This is, above all, a cautionary tale. Power corrupts. Remember that and if you ever get the chance...well, make your own choice.

    The Beginning, always a good place to start, don't you think?

    It was the first autumn that I hadn't been in school since I was a child. I'd graduated the previous spring with a degree in visual art from a reputable if unexceptional school on the West Coast of Canada. To celebrate my freedom I did two things, I ended a long term relationship and I went travelling through Central America. Neither of these things are exceptional, thousands of people make the same choices when they reach the point I was at.

    My girlfirend was particularly understanding.
    "I know why." She said sadly, laying a hand on the side of my face. "When you're done. I'll probably still be here." She looked up, half smiling. "Probably. I don't promise anything."

    Costa Rica is gorgeous. The beaches, the jungle, the volcanoes, it's all incredible. Nicaragua is hotter and drier, the people are more open than they are in Costa Rica. El Salvador is amazing in every respect, San Salvador in particular I loved. While there I actually picked up some knock off Viagra. Just to try of course.
    Honduras is still recovering from Hurricane Mitch. Mitch, a category five storm, stalled over Honduras in 1998. There are still whole fields of trees without upper halves.

    By far the best part of central america is Guatemala. Guatemala is the next Thailand. It's beautiful, it's tropical, it's cheap, and it's largely undiscovered by western tourists. I loved it, I absolutely loved it, and really it is the beginning.

    The funny thing about travelling alone...none of your stories begin with "I" they're all "we" stories. You always meet people. Joanna was one of those people. I met her in Antigua, the first place anyone goes when you get to Guate. Tarvellers are lazy, everything gets abreviated. We met at a small bar which on this night happened to be full of Isralies. Isralies are great, they all do their two years in the military and then bugger off and go travelling. Thing is, they travel in packs. On this night their pack was about thirty strong. I found myself leaning against the bar, Gallo (local beer) in hand nodding slowly to the band that was playing, listening to the cacaphony of Hebrew being spoken around me when a voice cut through.

    "Another one?"
    I turned, to see a woman standing behind the bar looking pointedly at my nearly empty bottle.
    "Please." And then, "Where you from?"
    "Canada."

    This immediate comon ground led to a long night of talking and drinking.

    Joanna was from back east, she had also completed a degree and then gone travelling. Joanna was, like the jungles that surrounded us, heart-skippingly gorgeous and carried a similar threat. If you get lost, you're dead. She was tall, five nine or ten, never whore heels. Her mother was italian, her father brazillian. Long, thick dark hair framed olive skin with enormous dark eyes and soft red lips. A thin shirt clung to her sides and plunged at her neck revealing a hint of impeccable cleavage and a divinely inspired hourglass waist. The perfect butt is shaped like an upside down heart, Joanna could have molded chocolate boxes. Her voice was the curl of smoke rising from a cigar, her skin was brandy.

    I was helpless.

    Two days later we left Antigua heading north, our ultimate destination being Tikal. By far the most impressive remnant of the great Mayan civilization. You know in Star Wars when the X-wings take off to kill the death star and there's that incredible shot of massive stone temples rising from unbroken jungle? That is Tikal. We never made it.

    Halfway up, three days out from Antigua we were staying in a tiny town whose name I was never sure of. We learned from a couple kids that near the town were some small ruins. Nothing on the scale of Tikal, but virtually unexplored and unknown. We loaded up and headed out into the jungle. It was a gorgeous day, undeniably hot but not oppressive. We told the old woman who ran the hotel where we were going and when we expected to be back.

    When I think back now that woman looked at both of us and smiled strangely. I think I remember her laughing as we left. But I'm not sure, she may have just smiled kindly.

    We stepped into the jungle, felt it close around us and set off to find the ruins.
     
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    Driveway: We were about three hours into the jungle when we came upon the river. It was your perfect jungle waterfall plunging into a deep pool with a lazy stream winding away from it. We had both been sweating since we'd entred the thick forest and the sight of that clean, cool water was just amazing. Joanna was the first in, she had her shoes, shorts and tank top off before I even had my backpack down and was plummeting towards the water before I had my shoes untied.


    We splashed around for a while, but were eager to find the ruins. I stood up and started towards the bank when I heard a gasp.


    "Sean." I heard her say with a tremor in her voice. I turned to look and my jaw dropped. There, behind the waterfall was a statue. It must have been twenty feet high, carved into an alcove behind the plunging water. Most of the features had been worn off by the spray, but the form was plainly visible. It was a man, well muscled, and naked. He stood straight, his head looked like it was turned slightly to the left but that was't important. What was important was the massive phallus jutting from the statues groin and the huge, ponderous sack hanging beneath it. The statues cock stood proudly out from his body, sweeping upwards reaching up to the chest of the figure. It must have been six feet long and probably two or three feet around. The sack that was carved below it was equally disproportionate, each teste being larger than a basketball.

    I was stunned. How old is it? I wondered to myself. Joanna, being the adventurous sort, strode up to the statue. She climbed up on a small ledge that put her right at the side of the massive cock.

    "Wow." she breathed as she placed her hand on the huge member and slid it upwards.

    At that moment a jolt went through my body. I FELT her hand. I felt her slide it up the side of my cock and, in that moment, I felt that I had that same enormous cock jutting from the centre of myself.

    "It's soft and.." she stopped, having turned to look at me. I followed her eyes and looked down. Of course, I had come fully erect and my dick had slipped out through the buttonhole in my boxers. there I was, pointing in every sense of the word. I expected to be mortified, I expected her to be horrified.

    I looked up at her and saw.

    I saw her standing there, her hand resting on the side of that brobdignagian tool, water flowing off her body. Her white bra was soaked through. I could see her nipples standing out perfectly, her hair was dripping down over one shoulder, and water followed the curve of her hips down between her legs. I looked into her eyes and saw again. I saw the jungle in her eyes. Dark, dangerous, heavy with promise and secrets.

    She was looking into my eyes as she slid her hand on the statue again. Again I felt it, her hand on me, only again I was huge like the statue. My actual cock, straining from between my legs, lept at the contact. I looked down at it at the same moment she did.

    I've always been bigger than most of my freinds. Obviously, I've measured and I'm nearly eight inches long and six around. By all accounts an entirely respectable size.

    It began at the base of my cock. The real base, way back inside. It was a tightening at first. I groaned and bent over slightly as the feeling spread up along the whole of my shaft and spread down into my balls. I could feel my muscles contract, forcing blood into my cock. Slowly the feeling spread up the whole length of my phallus, from the base to the head. My whole body was starining and I was panting desperately. It felt like I was getting an erection on top of an erection.

    "Joanna" I managed...but we were both staring at my cock. Again, it started from the base out of my groin came a...wave. It doubled the thickness of my shaft and crawled up my cock, the skin was stretched, veins bulging out and the feeling, god, it felt....amazing. I could feel so much power centred in my dick. The wave pushed my cock up and out from my body and rolled up my shaft. I fell onto my knees, my back arched, my cock stood out infront of me and it grew. It grew in thickness, it grew in length. My balls filled and sagged below my proud member and my mouth hung open as gutteral moans fled my throat.

    I don't know how long it took. It could have been secodns, it could have been eons. finally the throbing feeling of growth left and I looked down. My cock stood there, harder than it had ever been, straight up and away from my body. It streched to just below my ribcage and was nearly as thick as a can of coke. I looked up at Joanna. Her eyes were fixed on my cock, flashing with lust like two black jewels, one hand still rested on the phallus of the statue but the other was plunged into her underwear and I could see her furiously plunging her fingers into herself here eyes locked onto my cock her mouth hanging open.

    "Come...come...here..." she managed to pant. I stood up and began walking towards her as she began pounding herself even harder with her fingers. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh...." began coming from her mouth and her legs began to shake.

    My cock, for its part, was so roc hard it barely even shivered as I stood up and walked towards her.
     
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    Driveway: I could feel the water swirling arond my ankles as I strode towards her, I could hear the pounding roar of the waterfall, I could smell the jungle. None of that mattered. What mattered was the pounding in my cock and the desperate hunger in the eyes of a woman.

    She tore her underwear off her body, easing her access to her starving pussy. She had all four fingers inside herself and was trying to fit her thumb in as well, like she was trying to match the size of my now enormous prick. Her mouth hung open, gasps and pants issuing from it. Her hand worked furiously, corkscrewing into her. Her eyes never wavered for a second, they were fixed firmly to my groin, occasionally they would flick up and down my length and then she would groan deeper and push her hand deeper and her legs would shake harder.

    She collapsed to her knees and bent at the waist, her hand slipping from the statue to join her other hand on her cunt, and then I reached her. Kneeling, her head reached my navel, my cock stood a good four inches proud of the top of her head. She lent forwards, keeping her hands between her legs, like she couldn't bear to remove them from inside her, and reached out with her tongue.

    I said nothing, there was nothing I could say, nothing to say. We were helpless. Her tongue traced a long trail up my shaft and her eyes fluttered, nearly rolling back in her head.

    "I...I need...I NEED..." She finally managed to say through the gasps. Understanding perfectly what she needed, I lifted her to her feet. She tore her hands out of her pussy and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I pressed her back up against the arching phallus of the statue and lifted her hips in the air. She arched back, trying to maneuver her hips above the soaring head of my gigantic cock.

    There was no hesitation, no wondering if she could handle the size. Once the fat, glossy head reached the lips of her snatch, she drove herself onto me.

    Her scream echoed through the humid forest, startling birds from the trees. She had taken nearly half my cock in that first, desperate plunge. She clung to me as a drowning woman would cling to a spar. Her mouth was next to my ear.

    "Oh oh oh god, oh fuck GOD. Never, never anything...FUCK oh fuck me god fuck. So...deep never so deep oh oh OH!!"

    She drove herself further down, I could feel the walls of her pussy stretching apart as the head of my dick bore its way upwards.

    "Jesus FUCK I'm gonna...I'm gonna, oh shit, oh shit. oh-"

    Another scream tore itself from her throat, deeper than the first, more savage. Her hips bucked against me, her tits pressed against my face as she arched her back. Still more of my shaft slid inside her. She fell against me, limp, except her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips, which never ceased their motion.

    "More...I need more." She breathed into my ear. "All of it. Now. please." The last word was a desperate whisper. She leaned back and looked me in the eyes. They were burning with lust, hunger, and...fear?

    I moved my hands onto her hips and forced her down, driving the final four inches of cock into her. Again, she shuddered and screamed as orgasm tore through her.

    "Now fuck me, please please please god so fucking BIG! fuck please..." She began, a littany she maintained throughout.

    That was how it began. How long it lasted, I couldn't say. We fucked endlessly in the shadow of that statue and through it all she begged into my ear for more.

    When I finally felt my enormous balls tighten against me and the orgasm building inside I couldn't have even told you my name. And when I came...there was nothing else.

    That was how it began...where it will end, I have no idea.


    End Chapter One.
     
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    Good God! Don't stop now! This is great stuff.
     
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    Your story is very well written. Keep up the good work.
     
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    Kengsington Steel: Excellent story!!! Great build up, story plotting, and highly erotic. The concept of power corrupting coupled with extreme phallic mass is very compelling. Especially, how you described how the hero's first conquest was so overwhelmed by its presence to install both fear and unadualrated lust of its power over her. Very Awesome!!!

    Plus, the non stop verbal praise was pretty hot too. Please write more!!!
     
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    SL55///AMG: Amazingly written. Vividly visual...guess I should have taken my girl(friend) to costa rica?
     
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    Driveway: None of the doctors knew what it was. They just nodded sagaciously, looked over paperwork, muttered to themselves and occasionally asked a question.

    "No, I don't remember getting bit by anything."
    "Yes, I did go into the jungle."
    "Yes, I was taking Malarial medication."

    I spent two concious weeks in hospital. Hospitals are miserable. Never go there, if you can help it of course.

    I was finally released, diagnosis: I had become infected with an "unknown biological pathogen" which seemed to have run its course. I was simply glad to have pants privileges again.

    I left the hospital and walked into the teeth of Canadian January. The day I walked into the jungle was the 16th of September. I remembered nothing else from my journey, though I had a roll of film showing me standing on the temples of Tical, smiling, happy, and seemingly healthy. Apparently I'd become ill shortly after that and quickly fell into a coma. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs had brought me home.

    I climbed into a taxi and asked him to take me to a quiet bar somewhere in the city. We rolled in silence through the streets, I lost myself staring at the gentle waves the snow made in the wake of the car infront of us. The swirl and rush of the flakes pulling me back into the thick tangle and sweat of the jungle.

    "You're not crazy"

    "Pardon?" I replied.

    "Strange things happen man. Some people are more prone to it than others."

    "What are you talking about?"

    "Did you know that 96% of all of the energy in the universe is unknown? Ninety-six percent. That's a lot of energy running around out there, manifesting itself somehow. Some of it shows up as ghosts, I bet."

    "You see ghosts?"

    "No. Here you go. Worst bar north of the 49th. No one's ever here."

    The taxi rolled off in the quiet way that cars have when they move through snow. The place was called the Bent Mast and looked like it may have existed since Confederation. The building certainly had.

    Inside was dark, quiet, and felt as old as the outside. I made my way to a table and ordered a beer from the tired looking waitress.

    What the fuck had happened to me? I felt like I should have been in a Zombie movie. Three months of my life lost to a hospital bed. Memories of a day and night spent fucking a goddess beneath a tropical waterfall and a tingling feeling nestled deep in the base of my skull. It felt hideously like destiny.

    Oh, and my cock was gone. Not litterally gone, it was still there. It just...wasn't. Not in the way that it had been in the shadow of the statue. It made me feel vaguely powerless where once I had felt...

    That tingle at the base of my neck went from almost intangible to utterly distracting.

    I always sit facing the door. Might be the only thing I picked up from my "father".

    She was short, maybe five-two, blonde hair. I couldnt make out an eye colour from this far away. She dressed well, fashionable despite the necessities of protecting against the biting cold. Her jacket was short, ending just slightly above her hips, which was where I ended.

    Her hips swayed back and forth, a slow rocking motion that immediately matched the pounding of my pulse. My god, I thought, and I'm only seeing the front.

    Suddenly she was at my table, her left hand gently resting on the edge, naked third finger splayed out casually.

    "You're staring at me." Her voice wasn't the smoky rush that Joanna's had been, but it held the same promise.

    "Do you want me to stop?"

    "No." She ordered a single-malt scotch, on the rocks, like a good North-American. We said very little. Names, vague background, innanities about the weather. Mostly we just sat, stared, and felt the atmosphere thicken.

    There was no signal given. We stood, I paid the tab, she tipped. The door swung open, ice in the face, snow crunching under foot. A taxi; had we called? Thick seats, cheap velour. An address given, wiper blades shushing back and forth. No words in the cab, no contact, only looks. Thick looks through heavy lids. She licked her lips, inhaled, and arched her back slightly. I simply stared.

    Deceleration, stop. Doors open, money changes hands. My finger brushes hers as she hands me blue paper with a dead Frenchman on it. We both exhale sharply. I slide out of the cab and my eyes catch the rearview for a split-second.

    "Ninety-six percent." The driver mouths.

    We're inside before I realize and then I forget immediately.
     
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    Driveway: Slow. We go slow, like we're moving through molasses.

    Her eyes are blue, huge, shining. Her lips, red, soft. We kiss. It feels like I'm on Ecstacy. The only thing is our mouths, our lips and tongues. Everything is fluid, I can't tell where she stops and I start. She breaks away first, grabs my hand and hauls me towards the stairs.

    It takes us ten minutes to climb them. I kiss her neck, face, lips, eyes. Her hands trace through my hair, grown shaggy from my invalidity, and the back of my neck. The tingle has either left or has overwhealmed me.

    We peel off layers, jackets, scarves. She wears a pink sweater which hugs her breasts. They're proud, small yes, but so is she. She drags me into a bedroom, the bed is huge, covered with a thick white blanket.

    Our shirts are removed, shivering skin meets shivering skin. Her skin is satin, hair silk, eyes saphire.

    Her hands drop to my belt, then my jeans are undone, then a trembling hand slides down my stomach. My hands remove her bra and trace the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.

    Her hand closes around me. She sucks air. Pulls back and looks into my eyes. I know that look. I pull back and look down.

    I can see her resting on the base of my cock, most of it still hidden in my jeans. Her hand looks tiny, almost like a childs.

    No words are spoken. she peels back denim wings and pulls me from my boxers. I'm still soft...how, I don't know I should have been a rock since she sat down. She needs both hands.

    "You...it's so..." she starts, but doesn't finish. The gentle tug of her hands on my cock have worked their magic and it begins to strengthen.

    She holds me lightly as I swell, thickening and lengthening. I can feel it now, the power. I know where this is going and I am desperate for it. Slowly my cock starts to rise, she stares, her mouth hanging open. One of her hands falls off me and tears at her pants.

    The feeling is staggering, blood and power driving the fat, growing head of my cock ever higher, up to her chin, then her lips, her eyes, then soaring over her head. I can hear the rythmic jingle of her buttons as her hand finds her clit. I hear the gasps start from her mouth.

    It's bigger this time I think. Thicker, stronger, fatter, more solid. Her hand is streched trying to encompass me. Inches of flesh showing between her fingers.

    "My God your BALLS." She gasps. She can see them now, hanging below my obese prick. Her hand leaves my cock to carress them, each one a billiard ball or more.

    "I need you to fuck me." She whimpers, a helpless tone. "I need it. I don't know if...if I OH GOD it's so FUCKING huge!" She's doing what Joanna did, driving her hand into her pussy, trying to stretch herself as much as she can.

    I'm hard, fully erect. My cock reaches from my groin to the cleft between my pecs. I could suck myself off, if I could ever have managed to fit that grotesquely fat, shining head into my mouth. A baseball could have fit inside it. Veins stood out in heavy relief down the length of my shaft, throbbing slightly.

    She lifted herself onto the bed, kicking her jeans away, one hand still desperately preparing her pussy.
     
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    Kengsington Steel: Wow! The story really draws you in. This is really is an excellent story, great plot development. The mysterious statute, 3 month in a coma, and the strange cabbie talking about "96%", not to mention the whole meaning of the third leg. I can't wait to read more!!!!
     
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    dellflower: nice keep writing
     
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    Driveway: It shouln't have been possible. It should have triggered something...set off an alarm somewhere. That woman shouldn't have been able to take it. No one should have been able to take it.

    She slides onto the bed, legs still hanging off, arms splayed out to the side, bracing herself. Her legs spread wide, her thin white cami rides up to just under her breasts, exposing the soft flesh of her stomach.

    I remember a buzzing inside my head. A fog, like too much to drink. Had I been thinking it might have reminded me ofmy pot-head days at school. I wasn't thinking. I was feeling. I was feeling power, centered in my groin and spreading up the length of my shaft.

    It was throbing, I could see the blood pulsing in the ropy veins, my deep purple glans would pulse with each hammerblow of my heart. Stretch slightly, I could feel it. My eyes peeled from the sight of me to the sight of her.

    She was staring at it, squirming slightly. Her hands clenched and unclenched the sheets, her mouth hung open. She tore her eyes from it and stared into mine.

    "Please." she begged. "I need you to fuck me with that. I NEED it. God it's so beautiful...so...uhhhh..oh."Her words became a moan as I placed the head of my cock against the lips of her dripping pussy.

    Her mouth opens, like she's trying to scream, but nothing comes out. Her back arches, her pussy quivers, I feel her muscles pulling on me, dragging me into her.

    My head slides in...then my shaft starts to dissapear inside her. She arches her back further, her mouth works soundlessly...her hands claw at the bed. The whole world fades into the background. The only thing that is is my cock and her cunt. the only sensation the smooth, slippery stretching of her inner walls.

    "I can't.." she breathes and I almost stop..."NO!" she screams and her hands both grab my cock.

    She looks up at me, her eyes clear of the heavy lust that had filled them all night. Her voice is clean of the husky drawl of need.

    "Don't you dare stop fucking me." She says clearly and slowly, her hands drawing me into her. I suddenly wonder how much of my cock is insider her...it feels like miles.

    "I want..no, I need this whole monster in me. All the way to your big, beautful balls. " She keeps feeding more and more of my thick cock into her with her hands. " Don't stop. Don't stop if I scream. Don't stop if I beg. Don't stop if I fucking burst open. Nothing has ever felt like your massive, MASSIVE dick."

    Suddenly, she stops and her voice shrinks, fear creeping in around the edges.

    "How much more?" She whispers and I look down.

    "...Uh."

    "How much!?" Her hand starts to slide up the underside of my shaft from her pussy towards my heavy sack.

    "...A foot...I think."
     
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    Driveway: The clarity leaves her eyes. Lust clouds back in. I can hear the constirction in her throat when she speaks.

    "A..foot..? ohhhhhh fuck me..." She said it the way people say "fuck me" when something bad, or unbelievablehappens. It was also a request. Her head falls back, her back arches again and she begns dragging my cock into her with her hands.

    Combined, her two hands just touch around me, just. She begins to stroke up the length of me as she slides me in. I'm lost in the feeling, the feeling of power radiating from my cock. Inch after delectable inch slides into her. Her moans grow deeper, more desperate. I feel something begin to build, deep, at the base of my shaft, way up inside me. Something huge.

    "How...how am i doing this? So DEEP so fucking DEEP. Like it's going to come out my throat. Never, never anything like this...oh fuck here it...oh shit fuck shit fuck me fuck me fuck me. OH OH fucking jesus fuck god..." i heard her orgasm build through her voice. The deepening of it, the intensity, the incredulousness.

    She came with six inches still outside her.

    By the time I was all the way in, she'd come twice more and was panting, her legs warpped around my waist, her hips churning against mine, like she was helpless to stop them.

    I could sill feel a pressure at the base of my cock, it wasn't an orgasm it was...

    Her hands gripped my biceps and she pull herself up to a sitting position. Her hips were still grinding away, I could feel her trying to pull my farther into her.

    "I have never...ever...been, oh, penetrated this, oooh, deeply. Stretched this much...ah fuck...or come this hard...oooohhh god. " She stopped and got very serious. "I want more."

    "More."

    "More."

    "I can do that." I said...not knowing why I said it. And that pressure, that something, way deep inside, got released.
     
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    Kengsington Steel: WOW! Is all I can say! I hope your inspired to write much more and much more often. The story is great.
     
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    Driveway: ((Thank you for the positive feedback. It does stroke the ego, pun intended.))


    Everything tore open. Me, her, the bed, the room, the sky. I felt the stars collapse out of the heavens and plunge into the space between two people at their closest. The only thing that remained was her eyes. Saphires, catching the tumbled starlight. They opened wide, her pupils dilating and contracting slightly as her focus shifts from me to beyond anything.

    Again it starts from the base, the real base, back inside. The feeling of flooding, expansion, stretching. Slowly it slides up, diverting downwards slightly into my balls. I can feel them growing, pulling downward. God they must be enormous. A sudden, minute, flash of clarity; I wish for a camera, or mirror. Then I'm gone again, inside my own body. Her hands find my massive sack and laughter tickles my ears. I can feel the wave pausing as it swirls around inside my distended scrotum.

    "Your balls," more laughter "Are so mother fucking big. God, they're like softballs."

    "Hold on." I reply and the wave crests.

    It surges up through me, driving everything in front of it. I'm certain we both screamed, though I don't remember. The folding and tearing of space continues through and around us. Everything shifts, falls sideways, collapses, and unfolds again.

    Slowly I come back to myself. She's chanting again.

    "Uhh, oh shit, this isn't possible, it's fucking...fucking big...all the way, so fucking fat...oh fuck...come again I'm gonna come..."

    She bucks against me, eyes staring out of her head, moans, grunts, and screams pouring forth incoherently, pussy spasming desperately around my mythic phallus. I begin to fuck back and forth and she's lost.

    I smell green. Green life, grass, trees. I feel the grass underneath my legs, the warm air on my back. Not warm like inside, warm like summer. I decide to worry about this later. I look down.

    Impossibility greets my eyes.
     
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