So, About Those Supplements...Finale

You hear her words repeat in your lust-fueled brain: "Fuck me while I grow." You try and give her a reply, an "okay," but you manage something along the lines of an ape's grunt and before she can say any more, your clothes have been torn, no, shredded off, and they're scattered about the room like an explosion has just occurred in the closet.

"Come on, baby," she coos, her mounds of boobs still steadily rising like baking bread dough, filling the bed and your periphery.

And with that, you lunge at her, slipping inside and pumping with the wild abandon of a man possessed. While she moans with rapturous delight in coordination with your animalistic grunts, you realize that her swelling tits are slowly but surely eclipsing her beautiful green eyes from your view- and while they're not the most grandiose of her features now, they still are a wondrous sight to behold, pushing you to go harder. Once this realization dawns, though, another more pressing matter rears its head: you're being pushed up, and away, from her glorious sex.

"I'm getting too big!" she yelps. "But it feels sooooo good!" She reaches out for you. "I need you in me! Unnnhhh! Too...big!"

Never "too big," your mind replies, barely able to release itself from your lusty haze. It also is able to help your body perform a quick maneuver. Grabbing her lithe waist in one arm and her enormous right boob in the other, you flip her. To her surprise, and your own, she flops quickly over and lands softly on her inflating rafts, the right one now bloating over the bed's edge and down to the floor. Slowly rising upward, she turns and smiles, running a smooth hand over her thigh, opening herself to you. "Now, where were we?" she says breathlessly.

For the next few hours, you're making the most exhilarating love you've ever made to the woman you love. The supplements did their work as you find yourself riding her titties like a wave, and over the sounds of your lovemaking, the bed frame shattered (allowing you both to fall to the floor, though that did little to deter your sex), the dresser cracked, the bedroom door was forced from the hinges, and you even had to turn off the ceiling fan to avoid being hit in the head during your ascent. She was positively titanic in size now, and you couldn't help but watch her in her post-orgasmic doze, glowing in the light on top of those creamy, enormous, fleshy mounds.

Psychology was gone now. It had been smothered by boobs beyond comprehension. Now came the need for problem-solving, and two immediately sprang to mind: how to get her to a more manageable size, and how to get the hell out of the bedroom. And later...maybe more of those supplements in a "roomier" area.

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Finally, the finale to one of my favorite series. I'd been waiting for a long time for this one to conclude, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I felt the need to seek another morpher. Credit for this massive morph of Natasha Nice goes to and the story is by me. Expect more soon!