Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (26 page)

“But you want more, lover, don’t you?” she cooed. “More Heather, more of her pussy, hmm?”

God, I’ve never sounded this slutty in my life!, she thought in the back of her mind. But only for you, My Lord!

The naughty talk was the last little push that send over the edge. Her pussy relaxed, loosened, then tensed up… And she felt the first waves of an impending orgasm start to flow through her body. The pressure, the stretching caused by Gearon’s presence inside her seemed to overload her entire nervous system with ecstasy…

Oh sooooo good.
Too damn good!

She was going to cum, a climax focused on her pussy, but which every muscle in her body seemed to be building towards.

She gasped for air, clenching her fists in Gearon’s chest hair, shaking as she straddled his magnificent body.

She was on the edge of the orgasm of a lifetime.

So WHY was it not happening yet?

She needed to cum SO badly!

Maybe she needed more Gearon, more cock…?

Wriggling and rotating her hips lustfully, Heather struggled to force more of her man’s huge cock
inside of her, forcing her pussy to expand as it gripped the huge phallus tightly.

Gearon thrust up with a heavy grunt…

But it was no use. They had reached an impasse, and she knew he hadn’t gone any deeper.

Her pussy was now flowing with her own ichor, the lubrication flowing down Gearon’s shaft, thick and sticky like honey.
She was certainly wet enough… She wanted to ride this magnificent symbol of male lust.

But it seemed he had truly bottomed out.

Ok, maybe if she CAME she would loosen a bit, and he could get more in?

You’re resourceful
, she thought. You can get yourself there… Having this beautiful slab of man under you certainly helps, of course…

There are times in a girl’s life,
she thought, when she just has to take charge.

It wasn’t as if she had never engaged in self-pleasure before. There was a certain purple plastic Hummingbird toy in her panty drawer at home, the batteries in it still relatively fresh…

But now, she looked down into Gearon’s violet eyes. “I love you and I need all of you in me,” she said. “I’m going to coax things along, babe.”

He nodded his understanding.

She rubbed her hands all over her body. Even her own touch now felt remarkably good—whether that was due to the Bond-Essence or Gearon’s lustful gaze upon her, she didn’t know.

But any bit of stimulation that might finally help her CUM was a blessing. She moaned out in her need, and pinched her chubby nipples hard.

She reached down to stroke her clit, at the same time moving her hips a little, in various ways. Up and down. Then in small circles. Using Gearon’s cock like a living sex toy… It felt very strange having such a big, hard male appendage inside of her, dominating her body—yet oh so very
RIGHT.

The orgasm which had been building broke upon her quite suddenly—and
violently.

Instantly, a fresh wave of wetness erupted out of her pussy, running down Gearon’s shaft.

She felt lightheaded, with a feeling of rising, like being in a fast elevator going up.

Waves of pleasure broke over her, coursing through her body and numbing her mind. She could feel the wonderful energy pulsing from her abdomen out towards her limbs, tingling in her fingers and toes, her nipples, her earlobes, even the end of her nose…

Deep, deep in the back of her mind, the logical part of her that was still functioning weakly whispered:
Hey chica—nose-gasms? This is a bit weird, eh?

She stretched her arms out, pushing against Gearon’s chest
, and she heard a slight
pop,
felt a tingling warmth at her elbows…

There was an odd crackling noise like feet stepping on wet sticks, and again she felt a rush like rising in air, this time more like climbing in an airplane.

Rising and stretching and above it all… the sensation of pleasure, pleasure, PLEASURE!!!

For what seemed like an eternity, her helpless body quivered and jolted madly, buttocks weaving from side-to-side as she wriggled on Gearon’s shaft and gasped and moaned in a mindless, helpless display of uncontrollable lust.

Her muscles and flesh tingled… She was dimly aware of the noises, CRACKLE CRACKLE POP…

Rice Krispies from hell,
she thought giddily, not really caring what was making the noises.

It was only when she felt an odd tightness in her wrist that she looked down for a moment…

Her pink Hello Kitty watch was cutting into the flesh of her wrist, now much too tight for some reason. Suddenly, the pins which held the band to the watch gave way, and the watch flew off her wrist.

The watch shrunk, but how…?

“Working… my love,” she heard Gearon say. “It’s working!”

Oh my God… Could it be?

She looked down at her hands on Gearon’s chest, at Gearon himself. He was still big, but the scale… He looked slightly
smaller
than before
.
He looked like a muscular human male of six feet or so. Still cute as hell, still with the blue hair and all--but no longer a veritable giant to her.

The couch had shrunk, too…

“Look up, my lovely Heather,” Gearon instructed.

She tilted her head back to view herself in the mirrored ceiling.

She was still herself… Her BBW-ness, curves and all… But her eyes were a different tint… Almost violet? And her hair was streaked with swathes of blueberry color. Even as she watched, her hair seemed to grow shinier, and the ends of it—and her bangs—curled into adorable little ringlets.

Despite the haze of lust and wonderment she was caught in, she couldn’t help but to shout: “My God! I have RINGLETS!”

So the crackling noises had been from her bones growing?

Then… that meant…

Gearon
hadn’t
shrunk, neither had her watch or the couch…

Rather--her whole body had grown in scale! It was as Gearon had predicted!

If that was true, then he might now fit it all—

Before she could complete the thought, Gearon grabbed her hips and thrust up… brutally hard.

There was a wet, loud
sloosh
as the long, wide phallus of the Mekron Lord forced its way up her canal and buried itself
completely inside of her.

Gearon let out a triumphant howl of male satisfaction.

And Heather came again.
HARD.

This orgasm didn’t build with waves; rather, it was like a giant tsunami that crashed upon her without warning.

Gearon’s hands were still clenched possessively on her hips, and he bucked underneath her, prolonging her climax. He was in so deep that she could feel his hard pelvis underneath her, and the lips of her contacting pussy were actually kissing the roundness of his balls.

Inside her, he was still stretching her a bit; it was a tight but comfortable fit, no longer causing pain or pressing too hard on her cervix as it had the last time he’d bottomed out.

Guess I have a giant vagina now, she thought. My mother always warned me about becoming a “loose woman,” ha. Good thing my man is soooo big… Uhhhhh…

MY man…

Gearon had said her taking him inside fully was the key to the Bond, to making it work.

Had they really done it? So that she could pilot the ship…

A Bonded Pair…

And so that he would be
hers
—and she
his
—forever?

As if in answer to her unspoken questions, she felt a sudden electric tingle deep inside her vagina—as if Gearon’s cock was conducting a strong current.

She was still panting and coming down from her orgasm, and the jolt knocked the wind out of her lungs.

There was another jolt then, shooting from deep inside her womanhood to climb up her spine and numb her brain…

She tried to cry out, but everything went black…

She heard Gearon calling for her, as if across a great gulf. “Heather, my love… my Lady…”

#

Spires of chrome and crystal pierce a deep blue sky filled with creamy clots of clouds. Along with the yellow-white sun, two moons in shades of green and grey hover in the daytime sky.

Mekron,
she hears like a whisper in a dream.

Gearon’s home planet… My home?

Ours, now.

It looks like an old Yes album cover painting. But… it’s nice. Trippy, but nice.

It was the jewel of the inner galaxy, prettiness.

Voices in my head… Is this me, Heather? Gearon? Who’s talking, here?

Both of us, lovely. This is the Bonding.

Gearon--you’re here?

Yes, I followed you, dearest one. I am here.

Where is “here,” anyway, my Lord?

Inside my mind… Seeing things I must share with you to complete the Bond.

In a
barn-like structure in a tree-shaded garden near the outskirts of the city, a small team works on completing the final touches on a silvery ship with a familiar, organic-looking profile.

Astral Tryst, ah-ha!

Indeed, prettiness. Its design is unique, quickly recognized, yes?

At the center of the scene are two blue-haired figures: a muscular male, similar in appearance to Gearon but with longer hair and a somehow more serious face… And a female, curvaceous and plump yet beautiful, clad in a revealing silky garments.

The female isn’t as tall as the muscular male, but he seems a bit…
intimidated
by her.

She barks an order,
and the male bows deeply and runs to adjust something on the underside of the ship.

He bows to her?

They are a Bonded Pair.

Dude acts like he’s REALLY whipped.

He is my brother.

Gearon’s brother, then? And she must be his… sister-in-law? She seems a little bitchy, though.

Time is of essence. They know Grommalacht is coming. The minds of my people cannot be subdued, and yet… We are an obstacle to the Enpathian conquest. Astral Tryst is the only hope of fighting Grommalacht.

So this is the past? Where are you, Gearon… I mean, where WERE you then?

You see through my eyes, dearest one.

And she does. He is behind the ship, making his way slowly towards the open doorway… Sneaking along the side of the ship.

He enters, slides slurpingly through the biofilter membrane, and heads towards the red and black rear control panel.

Why are you being so sneaky?

I was not supposed to operate the ship at that time. My brother and his Bond-Mate were master engineers who designed the ship… I was only to aid them and help test the craft, but…

He operates the controls, closing the outer door and taking off. Through the viewscreen, the protesting figures of the other Mekrons can be seen waving and screaming down below, fading rapidly from view.

So you stole the ship?

In my mind I was but borrowing it, yes? For a singular rendezvous…

Now, in space, through the viewscreen, he sees an Enpathian ship approaching… A saucer with a bulky unit mounted on top.

Let me guess… Jessam?

Yes, to my shame. She had enticed and summoned me at that time, and I trusted her so much that I borrowed Astral Tryst to travel and meet her. Grommalacht was still days away, I had no suspicions...

Now, she is in his ship… he is looking at
smiling, seductive Jessam who’s pulling off her flesh-suit… naked, skinny Jessam…

I haven’t seen so many ribs since the last time I ate at Chili’s.

I do not understand, prettiness?

She looks anorexic. Ill. Needing a sammich.

She meant much to me then. But never as much as you do. My thoughts cannot tell mistruths here.

Now, he is with Jessam, making love to her… Watching through Gearon’s eyes, she is glad this part of the vision is just a pleasant haze for him.

Once they finish, Jessam’s farewell is blunt, and the Enpathian seems to choke back tears as she leaves through the airlock.

I was puzzled by her behavior. She told me that she was sorry for the actions of her people, so I thought that was the explanation for her dejected state. I flew home…

DESTRUCTION!

HOME… NO MORE HOME… NO MORE MEKRON…

Through the viewscreen, the planet is now a glowing sphere of orange-red plasma, seeming to collapse in on itself and shrink quickly, throwing off flaring fragments of debris.

An Enpathian suicide agent detonated a proton reaction device at a fuel shaft leading to the planet’s core. Grommalacht could not devour the minds of Mekron, we were immune to psychic attack… So he simply destroyed our world.