Jessica was stuck.

Not metaphorically or mentally, but quite literally stuck. She groaned and grunted and struggled to no avail, wedged firmly between either side of her bedroom’s doorframe. If it wasn’t for the extremely close relationship Jessica had with her brother (and/or father), she never would’ve been in this mess in the first place. Sometime during the night she’d been used as an unconscious cum storing container like she had every day for the last year.

It had taken months of convincing, begging, and pleading supplemented by increasingly alarming cum-based messes around the already stuffy and musky apartment to push her over the edge. The government had given her newly hyper-growth syndrome suffering brother (and/pr father) a monthly budget for “one size fits all” hyper condoms that had been blown through in a matter of hours on day one. No amount of mental control, XXXL cock rings or other entertainment could contain the never-ending lust emanating from her family members’s 3 foot long cock.

And so she’d caved, on account of the fact that one more overflowing bathtub, clogged kitchen sink, or ruined basket of laundry would’ve pushed her over the edge into a nervous breakdown. Now she was the still unwilling, yet uniquely suited candidate for constant around the clock cock servicing and cum draining, no matter how sludgy, steaming, eye wateringly musky each load was.

In a matter of days Jessica had realized she wasn’t hungry enough for regular meals anymore after all of the protein rich baby batter she was being coerced into swallowing day in and day out. It was only a matter of time before it started to affect her figure too… A measly cup size every few days or a minuscule 5 pounds added to her jiggling bubble booty soon turned into outgrowing the alphabet and then some, childbearing hips begging to be bred, and boundaries shifted.

Now it wasn’t just her tight throat and stomach being used as a cum dump, but her newly expanded and hyper fertile womb being pumped full of a half dozen bathtub overflowing loads of jizz a day. Even being on the pill did nothing to stop Jess from swelling like a brood mare, only accelerating her unwanted and life altering expansions.

Call me anything you’d like. 18 , no size limits, send your kinks and limits in your introduction if you can!~

Here’s some optional kinks if you want to add some extra spice to this scenario~ 🌶️ • horse cocks • rapid pregnancy • lactation • extreme weight gain • age gaps • p fantasy races (elves, centaurs, tieflings, still a modern setting though.)

I’m not interested in scat or watersports, anything under hyper sizes, or all the way through. Ask if you’re unsure!~

I hope someone enjoys this little self indulgent wall of text as much as I did writing it…