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Okay, so. This was happening, apparently. I was going to have sex with Lucia.

As I walked beside her, the outside world no longer registered as my thoughts and emotions roiled. The fact that this time my partner was a woman I actually desired made me far more anxious and self-conscious than my other recent affairs. Because, well, I didn’t want to jeopardize our potential relationship so soon. My grip on her hand tightened a smidge.

But at the same time, I realized suddenly, saying nothing for minutes on end was equally awkward! She’s already giving you her whole evening; make conversation, Zoe! That’s the only way you’ll find out what she’s really like!

Snapping out of my daze, I blinked up at Lucia. She walked like she was putting on a show, her hips shifting captivatingly from side to side. For me? Of course, those weren’t her only assets bobbing about; her engorged dicks stood tall and proud, bouncing like metronome needles with each step. My doing? 

However, before I could speak up, Lucia did, turning her head to meet my eyes. “So, are you new in town? Or is it just that bod’ of yours that’s new?”

The words I’d been shaping fell apart, and I replied reflexively. “Oh, both, actually. I haven’t been Touched for very long. It’s a lot to get used to. Like, a lot.”

“No kidding! Must’ve been quite a shock! I’ve had these babies since puberty,” Lucia said, casually grabbing one of her cocks with her free hand. “Needless to say I was just as surprised then.”

I couldn’t help but stare. They weren’t what attracted me to Lucia, physically, but they sure made an impression. “And you don’t even bother trying to hide them? Aren’t you embarrassed?” I asked, lowering my voice.

“I’m very confident in myself. I’m allowed, so why not? Plus, I pulled you in, didn’t I?” she quipped, shooting me a kind smile.

Now I was a little embarrassed, myself. “Stoooop,” I mock-whined. “I know what you said, but are you sure I’m not derailing your plans? I mean, you can’t be used to this—” here, I raised her hand with mine “—sort of one-on-one, slow paced intimacy.” 

Lucia snorted at that. “Nonsense. Handholding is the lewdest act I know. And believe me, I’ve done things.”

The two of us continued moving down the sidewalk in silence for a few steps before Lucia and I broke out into simultaneous giggle fits.

“I-I believe you,” I added, my laughter subsiding into a wide grin.

“For real, besides study and masturbate, basically all I do is partake in relationships of all sorts,” Lucia confirmed. 

If she’s an expert, maybe this one will last, I thought to myself. For survival’s sake, if nothing else. Though my gut was telling me I’d found the one, a long-term partner in the making.

Literally her every word and action since we’d met not ten minutes ago was fun.

“So,” Lucia continued, “what does the wonderful-on-first-impression Zoe like to spend her time on?”

“Ever since this?” I gestured to my body of semen. “Panicking and enduring, mostly.”

“Hey,” Lucia said, letting go of my hand for a moment and brushing a gooey strand of my cum-hair to the side to get a more detailed look at my expression. “You’ll be fine, Zoe,” she gently reassured me. “It gets better, I promise. I was gonna ask for your number after we were finished with our activities anyway, so if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you hit me up.”

Knowing she would be there to lend an ear no matter what took some of the pressure off. “Thanks. And really, it’s not all bad,” I admitted with a sigh. “I mean, I met you. Also, I’m pretty sure I don’t have a period anymore,” I quipped.

At this, Lucia’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Now I’m actually kinda jealous. That time of the month is so god damn awkward for me.”

“I can imagine,” I replied. 

“You have no idea. And it’ll stay that way tonight, because that’s not a very sexy topic, and I’d rather stick to sexy topics with you. Anyway, speaking of, we’re here,” Lucia said as she slowed to a stop, pulling me back.

I only half-observed the exterior of Lucia’s humble home, the other half of my focus lingering on her face in profile, bearing an expression exuding impending mischief.

“I know it’s not much, but I just straight-up could not operate in an apartment,” she continued.

“It’s lovely,” I replied automatically. When Lucia caught me staring at the wrong facade, I quickly, bashfully peeked away. Gosh, she was getting to me.

Lucia snorted cutely. “Okay, I believe I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” Letting go of my fingers, she grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face her, suddenly serious. “Real talk, though: are you ready, Zoe?”    

Appreciating her forthrightness, I mustered my courage and answered by way of reaching high on my tiptoes to kiss her on the lips beneath the mood-fitting, dim orange lights. She tasted like wildflowers and sea salt. But that was just her lips; I wanted to know what the rest of her tasted like. 

“That’s my kind of yes,” Lucia declared, licking my own flavor off her lips. 

I was both extremely glad and rather shocked. “Great,” I breathed. “But, you truly don’t mind… you know, the taste?” Based on the temperature her womanhoods were at when I’d brushed past them on the way up, she was certainly hot and bothered, but they’d been hard since before we’d met.

“I already said I’m into you, why would I?” Lucia answered, wrapping one arm around my waist and eagerly ushering me through the door, our hips bumping together.

“Well, you’re not into me yet, Lucia.” With that setup, how could I not say that? “Seriously, though, I should hope you’ll start slowly.”

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to, sweetheart,” Lucia confirmed. “Though if you keep me waiting too long I may spontaneously bust a few nuts in the process,” she admitted, spinning a finger atop one of her tips.

I hummed and nodded, tired of merely flirting when we could be doing other, much more enjoyable things.

Evidently, Lucia was of the same mind, as we simultaneously reached for eachother. Though perhaps pounced was the more appropriate word.

I lost myself in her smokey gaze as I tossed my purse to the floor and immediately snaked my hands under the back of her shirt, running my hands across the small of her back as our mouths met for a second, much more passionate kiss. Lucia held my head against hers, leaving me subject to the whims of her tongue. Her dicks were pressed together between our chests, impediments for now. 

Eventually, I pulled back, leaving me with only the lingering, stinging bite from Lucia taking up little bits of my body into hers. Though in the state she had me in, pain and pleasure were intertwined. Yet still, part of me hesitated, my hands refusing to explore Lucia’s more enticing areas.

Before I could try and rectify that, Lucia suddenly, wordlessly, forcefully scooped me up into her arms.

“Eep!” I uttered, pulling my own arms in.

Lucia looked down at me with passion in her eyes. “God, you’re adorable. I am going to ravish you, Zoe,” she breathed, carrying me princess-style into the next room, some sort of purpose-built sex den covered entirely in plastic. 

Setting me down on the bed, I didn’t resist as Lucia pulled my legs apart, then hooked her manicured fingertips under the crotch of my swimsuit, pulling the synthetic fabric aside to reveal my pussy. Starting slowly, she caressed my moist labia with her fingertips in circular motions before gradually working towards my clit. She reached it, and I practically melted into the bed.

After making me see stars and ruining my sense of how much time had passed, Lucia drew in even closer. She peeked over my stomach, meeting my eyes, anticipation building, before diving in with her tongue. Pleasure shot up my spine as she tended to my flower expertly, even though it had changed.

“S-Stop,” I weakly insisted. “You’re doing really g-good,” I continued, stuttering and squirming under her ministrations, “but I want to reciprocate.” Also, if her cunnilingus didn’t end soon, I was totally going to lose myself in orgasm, and it was much too early in the night for that.

Lucia reluctantly parted from my folds with a pout. “Aww, but I was just getting into it.”

“Me too, but just look at you,” I said, indicating her four cocks with a hand. They somehow looked ever bigger than before, and they sporadically twitched on their own, each leaking trails of precum larger than a man’s full ejaculation down her skin. 

“Also, it feels weird being this small,” I added.

“Huh? What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh, right.” I never actually explained that part to her. My wired nerves needing use, I idly fidgeted with my oozing hair as I elaborated. “My Touched body can only eat semen, and I’ve been losing more than I’ve been able to get. I used to be over a foot taller than this. Frankly, I’m famished.”

At this, Lucia flinched in concern. “Why didn’t you say so!?” Then, she immediately scrambled over to the corner. 

I twisted my head to follow as Lucia pulled out an armful of stuffed, heavy balloons and carried them over to the bed, letting all but one flop next to me. Then, kneeling over my hips (wow) she heaved it up to her mouth and ripped it open with her teeth, unleashing a wave of semen.

The fulfillment was immediate. Apparently, I didn’t need to actually swallow, as my body soaked up the huge load like a sponge wherever I was exposed. I moaned - half from arousal, half from the filling meal - as I grew. The sensation of my limbs lengthening and my torso expanding to once more properly fill out my one-piece was immensely satisfying in more ways than one. “Mmm…”  

Almost as nice was Lucia’s reaction. Her jaw hung open, speechless as she stared, enraptured. She was supposed to be the captivating one, not me! But evidently I wasn’t the only one who’d just found they liked it when I got bigger.

That wasn’t to say Lucia no longer captivated me. On the contrary, not all of her stored semen had made it all the way down to me. Lucia’s clothes were pasted to her chest and stomach by the thick, sticky wetness, outlining her contours and sending my imagination into overdrive.

Panting in unison, we shared a fiery look, and both of us burst into motion at once. As I picked up the second of Lucia’s enormous used condoms, she began stripping off her clothes like a woman possessed.

Tearing open the condom, I practically inhaled the next gallon of Lucia’s generous gift, and then the next. My body eagerly incorporated it all, forcing Lucia’s thighs wider as I expanded. Growing was such an indescribable rush, one that only increased in intensity the larger I became. I quickly passed my original pre-Touch height and kept going, my liquid frame straining my swimsuit until it could stretch no farther and actually sank beneath my skin with a lewd squelch. My sensitive boobs burst free in the process, jiggling like jell-o as the strain released, nipples stiff. “Oh, fuck.”

Oh fuck is right,” Lucia uttered, staring lustily. I found myself doing the same, as her own beautiful breasts were bare to me. They stood as perky as her cocks, begging to be played with.

I was about to tenderly fondle them, arms halfway to her chest, but an uncomfortable presence asserted itself as I moved. Oh, it was my swimsuit, my body trying and failing to work the material free.

Perceptive of my needs, Lucia hummed. “Let me get that out for you.” Not passing up the opportunity to tease me some more, she reached for my slit, grabbing the swimsuit’s edge from inside and sliding it out with agonizing slowness, the fabric stroking my wet walls.

“T-Thanks.” That had been distracting, and not the fun kind. 

Acting on my desires and returning the favor, I reached for Lucia’s butt with both hands, squeezing her cheeks for a moment before rolling her onto the bed and dragging off her skirt and panties, flinging them aside. Now, we could soak in every inch of eachother.

“My, so forceful,” Lucia said, breathing hard. “Then again, you are a veritable amazon, now. You have to be at least seven feet tall.”

Lucia was right. I loomed over her now, our size difference reversed. And the observation was empowering. “I won’t be so tiny for long, though,” I reassured her. 

Pulling back, I got off of the bed and knelt on the floor before Lucia, grabbing a tit in each hand and letting my gaze travel to her dicks. Picking up on my intent, she shimmied closer, her lower members dripping and throbbing insistently with animal need. She was biting her lip, desperately keeping herself in check.

“I, uh, haven’t given a titjob before,” I admitted, “so I hope you like it.”

I wrapped my breasts around one of her penises and began to shift my body up and down, her triple-wide length practically boiling to the touch. I watched her expression, hoping to gauge her reaction and trying new things accordingly, but it wasn’t necessary. In seconds, the pillowy caress of my cleavage drew out her release.

And what a release it was. With an extended, throaty groan, Lucia bucked her hips feverishly, and cum gushed from her tip and into my chin. I didn’t even need to pay attention to her cock, I could just soak in the euphoric expression on her face and the sensation of rope after rope of semen being incorporated into my body. With each burst, my boobs filled out with the rest of me, increasing the magnitude of Lucia’s response.

We moaned in tandem as Lucia's ejaculation extended to ridiculous lengths, lasting for over a full minute. When it was over, her cock hadn’t softened one bit, let alone the other four. She looked into my eyes with blazing desire and utter desperation, her shapely body shaking with lust. 

“Hehe, I got you off so quickly,” I said. “It’s cute how quickly you pop.”

“I-It’s not cute,” Lucia protested, blushing. “I’m hyper productive: that’s sexy. Now do the other three, I’ve got lots more to give you.”

Smiling, I did so eagerly, wishing to see what other sorts of lewd expressions she could make with those beguiling feminine features of hers. As it turned out, there were plenty. Moving to the next of her cocks, I stroked her tenderly with my now extra large tits, occasionally giving her glans a kiss or lick. 

Lucia spasmed and sighed, cumming in short order from one rod after another. Each spurt of her prolonged shots was as wide as soft serve ice cream, and just as delicious as her essence permeated through me.

“Wow,” I breathed once she was finished, looking myself over. I had rapidly grown even more huge, my body now half again larger than Lucia’s. And it felt amazing. I looked to Luica, as grateful as I was stupefied. “Damn, how can you cum so much without any testicles?”

Rolling her eyes, she turned, pressing her back into my chest, inviting me to touch. “How are you alive without any organs?”

“Touché,” I replied, taking the opportunity to nibble her ears and cup her breasts in my hands.

Lucia savored the contact, humming. “Actually, that gives me an idea…” she trailed off, her dicks visibly throbbing. All four were still rock hard.

“Hmm?” I prodded.

“How do you feel about insertions?” Lucia asked. 

Oh dear. Now eying her assets in a different light, I gulped. “I can’t say I’ve ever been super into that. I don’t even use dildos at home. But…”

But?~” Luica sing-songed, nuzzling my breasts with her cheeks as her head rested between them.

“But, I suppose I can give it a try,” I acquiesced. “If I could have my swimsuit in there with no problems, then you should be fine, too.” Stroking her thigh, I added “You’re eating me out afterwards either way, though.”

“Deal; would’ve done that for you regardless!” Luica exclaimed.

With that, we shifted positions. I reclined on the bed, pulling my knees up on either side of my head, hair squished all about. I met Lucia’s eyes as she collected her members into a bundle. “Try and be gentle, okay?”

Nodding, Lucia angled towards my pussy, shuffling forwards until our special places met. I tensed, bracing myself and trying to focus on Lucia. It took a few tries, but then, grunting with effort as she mustered those fit muscles of hers, she entered my passage. 

Well, sort of. Even I wasn’t big enough to properly accommodate so much girth inside, especially given my lack of experience. Her cocks were kinda… on the outside? Like, they were still inside me, given I was permeable all over, but not inside my pussy. Instead, they were pressing against my walls from the other side.

Slowly, she inched forwards. And inched, and inched, without anything solid in the way to stop her. Once her hips were pressed against mine, she paused to soak in the feeling, and I took in the sensations with her. Lucia’s cocks were very warm, and I could clearly feel each beat of her heart as they throbbed, reaching all the way to my upper chest, outlines visible through the white. It was… a very intimate feeling. I could sortof see how many ladies might get addicted.

Lucia, meanwhile, was utterly awestruck, body stiff in bliss. “Sh-Shit. I’ve never been able to fully hilt one cock in a partner before. This is— gah,” she managed, words failing her.  

Someone was enjoying herself. “You can move now,” I said, grinning.

Move she did, beginning to thrust like a woman possessed. Rather than going the full length in and out each stroke, Lucia only went about six inches both ways. Judging by how she was practically writhing on top of me, that was plenty. 

In short order her pace turned feverish. “I can’t hold it!”

“Then don’t.” I took her hands in mine, gripping them tightly. “Just let it allll out.”  

Mmm—!” Lucia screamed through clenched teeth from my words as she came again. I could feel her dicks widen and pulse inside me as four simultaneous orgasms rolled through her and got right to nourishing

Thus the strongest bout of growth yet hit me, and I could sense every new bit of volume as I luxuriated. Yet seeing Lucia in such a mess revved my motor higher, too.

Eventually, her peak ended, but she showed no signs of being spent. Rather, she redoubled her pistoning, breathing lascivious utterances.

Bottom though I was, I did want to have some input here. “Hey, Lucia,” I began, “maybe you could try a different angle, or… umm… never mind,” I trailed off. 

Yeah, she was totally committed at this point, not having reacted at all. I’d better wait for her to relieve more of her pent-up stress first. I smiled patiently. “I’m just gonna stare respectfully at your rack in the meantime. Cum for me if you’re fine with that.”

On cue, another throaty cry escaped Lucia, her hips grinding fiercely against mine as another quartet of climaxes frayed her sanity temporarily, mere seconds after the last. I moaned in tune with her, realizing that I could actually feel her cocks ‘shrinking’ as they pierced progressively less deeply into my torso. The plastic bed cover scraped my shoulders, my head nearing the wall as Lucia’s essence buoyed me, tension rising, anticipation building.

Soon, as her substantial release carried on, my own carnal furnace burning higher along with with it, the position of her lengths within me shifted enough to trigger something unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Something I never would have gotten to experience were it not for my accident in the storm. Lucia’s upper two dicks began to scrape at my g-spot from the inside, where a normal woman’s flesh would have gotten in the way. 

Forget stars, I saw supernovae flashing in my vision. “Ah, right there!” I interjected, tensing and twitching. New sides to erogenous zones I didn’t know I had were being wildly scraped by Luica. Not only my g-spot, but now my clit, too. I could only ride my sensory overload, basking in the moment from the utter ride Lucia was taking me on. Even as her own peak diminished, Lucia kept at it, kept at me, giving me passionate heat from unexplored angles and driving me up the wall. 

“K-Keep goi—” My breath escaped my grasp in a garbled, lewd noise. I could hardly think, the pleasure rapidly building and building and building as my most sensitive spots were inundated with heat and touch. She seemed to be feeling the same way, given the charged expressions she was making.

“Lucia, Lucia! So good, fuck, I can’t—!” I cried out shakily in bliss for her to hear as the shimmering magma of orgasm billowed through me, reaching from the depths of my core all the way to the curling tips of my toes. 

It was rapturous, and my body reacted accordingly. This climax was somehow too intense to handle and yet perfect at the same time as my back into her out of my control. My world in this moment existed for and because of Lucia, and my insides wringing around her in appreciation were sure to convey that truth to her even as my words couldn’t. A single, desperate connection, as close as possible, through my entire being.

Apparently the throes of my ecstasy were enough to coax out another bunch of releases from Lucia, and my frame pulsed larger and larger in time with her arhythmic motions. We groaned in satisfied synchronicity, cumming in unison. I found myself wrapping her in my arms, clinging on for stability as we pulled eachother through a nexus of bliss. 

Once my afterglow eventually kicked in, this immense joy was replaced by immense peace. I relaxed beneath Lucia, melting and panting, even as she held me tightly and kept pounding away, her own post-climax refractory period nonexistent. I found myself beaming over at her in my daze. She was still so desperate for relief, even drooling a little, and after all that, how could I not help her finish? It didn’t hurt that her attentions were still right on those same spots deep inside me, sending pink lighting running up and down my spine.

After what could have been hours, as I couldn’t have kept track of time even if I tried under the weight of all that tactile movement, Lucia finally began to soften after one more batch of heavy, filling ejaculations, pulling out and collapsing next to me in a flushed, sweat-and-cum-soaked heap. She made a cute heap, though, especially given our new size difference for the moment. 

Straightening my legs and turning on my side to face her, it became clear I didn’t even fit on the bed anymore, my legs resting on the floor. I must’ve been over twice Lucia’s size, over a dozen feet tall. Shit, I’d dominate any room I’d walk into from now on. Heck, I was already nearly too large for this one.

Before that fact could really sink in, Lucia got my attention by running her fingers down my arm. I returned her soft, blushing smile as she cleared her throat. “Sorry. I, uh, lost myself for a while there,” Lucia admitted. “In my defense, you’re amazing.”

I giggled at that. “Apology accepted. And so are you.”

“Thanks.” Pausing, she eyed me up and down, liking what she saw. “Wow, you sure took what I had to give to all the right places.”

“Flatterer,” I said, propping my head up with an elbow. “My figure is the same as before.”

Exactly,” Lucia purred, extending a fingertip to casually play with one of my nipples.

My body quivered at her touch, even as my mind filled with sudden confusion. “Are you seriously ready for more? But you just…” I gestured to my twelve foot self.

“Of course,” Lucia confirmed, flicking her bangs with a small toss of her head. “You only got to cum once, Zoe. We should be even.” A positively devilish grin split her cheeks, making my heart race.

“E-Even?” I repeated. “I don’t know if I’d come out of it sane if you made me feel that much pleasure.”

Please?” Lucia begged, wiggling enticingly and fluttering her lashes. “Let me spoil you. Every girl deserves to be pampered like a princess. Especially you, my dear.”

Oh gosh. Her eyes were purely genuine. I shivered in renewed anticipation. “Well, when you put it like that, I certainly can’t say no.” 

Lucia was off like a shot, closing the distance between us so quickly I squeaked in surprise.

I let Lucia have her way with me for a while after that. Trading one intimate gesture after another, she ate me out again, as promised, and gave me a second incredible high using her extensive experience. She was the most skilled woman I’d been with by far, as committed to my pleasure as she was to her own. (Not only because she got boners again like halfway through and we had to take care of them.) Still, taking into account her personality, too, Lucia left me as thoroughly smitten as I was satisfied.

Once Lucia and I were both as utterly spent and blissfully relaxed as we were sticky, we shut off the lights and turned in for the night right there, no blanket needed when we had eachother. She held me tenderly from behind as the comedically teensy big spoon as we curled up and fell asleep.


My consciousness gradually returned to the waking world after the most restful respite I’d had since I was Touched. No anxiety, my body’s rhythm uninterrupted. Well, until now, that is, due to movement behind me. That, plus the unusual bedroom I blinked owlishly into, in turn brought the memory of the night before to the forefront. A relaxed smile formed unbidden on my lips.

“Morning, beautiful,” Lucia blearily uttered, shimmying a bit.

“Morning,” I repeated, getting my bearings, joyful to be sharing it with her. Everything looked smaller than I was used to, even more so than I would have expected. My eyes slowly pivoted from the shadowy room to my limbs. “Huh. is it just me, or am I, uh, bigger? Again?”

“Probably,” Lucia said after a beat. 

She pulled away, and suddenly a presence inside my back I’d apparently gotten used to was suddenly felt from its absence. I twisted onto my other side, careful not to squish Lucia under my new bulk. Framed by the faint light streaming through from the foyer, her nude outline in repose was something else. She wasn’t just still naked, though. 

“Oh,” I went, when I inferred what her night’s sleep had been like from the lingering pulses.  

“Yeah,” Luica confirmed, still sporting some morning wood. “My dreams are wet. Like, all of them.” Running a finger up and down my stomach, she huskily added “They were all about you, Zoe. Pretty sure I let out more than usual.”

As she smiled, I fidgeted bashfully, unable to find words. “Mmm.” That hadn’t stopped being both hot and cute. Also it explained my extra size. I must’ve been, what, fifteen feet tall now?

To get a real idea, I rolled into a sitting position. Or tried to. There wasn’t nearly enough room; my head bent into the ceiling. Face scrunching up in annoyance, I dropped back onto the bed. “I’m gonna need a bigger place,” I declared. “No clue what’ll work, though…”

Lucia scoffed in mock offense. “What, you don’t wanna move in with me?”

Surprised, I stared at her. “You’d let me? So soon? I mean, that honestly sounds amazing, I’d totally love to be roommates as well as girlfriends. Getting to spend more time together, having sex, or just talking about stuff, or, wait, now I’m rambling.” 

Her full-bellied laughter echoed through the air. I was glad I could no longer blush, otherwise I’d be beet red. Eventually, Lucia recovered enough to speak. “You kidding, of course we’re moving in together. Call it a hunch, but I’m pretty sure we’re made for eachother.” To punctuate this, she gently reached up to caress one of my enormous breasts. 

Gosh, how was I supposed to react to receiving this level of emotional and physical affection? My heart couldn’t take it! I had to turn the tables, or I’d collapse into a ball of mush. 

“Lucia, I’m going to go make you breakfast,” I abruptly declared before crawling out of bed. Like, actually crawling on all fours, it was the only way I could avoid colliding with the house. Carefully, I made my way forwards, aligning my beyond amazonian frame with the doorway in preparation to squeeze through.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Lucia cooed. “Unnecessary, but sweet. If anything, now I’m ready to make your breakfast.”

Pausing, I peeked over my shoulder. Lucia had sat up, and was enjoying the view of my big, exposed butt at her eye level. She twitched in excitement. 

“Ugh, you’re incorrigible,” I mock-objected with a huff. 

“You know you love it,” she rebuked, leaning back to pose.

I was unable to deny that. So, I didn’t try. Instead, I let my innermost desires take the wheel again, wiggling my hips in my best approximation of allure. “Well? I’m all yours, literally,” I said. 

It took a moment for Lucia to get it, her eyes widening as she approached and planted her hands on my rear cheeks, kneading. “Ahha, because your body is mostly made out of my cum now!”

I rolled my eyes, dropping with a resonant thud onto my forearms. “Don’t keep me waiting, love. I’m not sure growing more is a good idea, but dammit, I can’t resist. And I am a bit peckish.”

“I’m the one with the peckers, Zoe,” Luica quipped. “But I’ll be sure to feed you as much as you need and more from now on, okay?”

I giggled, and the world separating us faded away as we joined together once more.

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