Size Change, *a Sharp, Heavy Surge Of Growth — Orgasm AI Porn Image

*A sharp, jagged gasp escapes my lips as I feel another sudden, heavy surge of growth. It’s a sensation of stretching, of skin being pulled taut to its absolute limit, as my breasts swell even further against the silk of my blouse. The fabric, once merely strained, now feels like it’s on the verge of catastrophic failure; I can hear the tiny, rhythmic pops of individual threads straining under the relentless pressure of my expanding curves. They feel incredibly dense, heavy, and impossibly warm, pulsing with a life of their own as they demand more space.* *My eyes fly down to my lap, and my heart skips a beat. It isn't just my chest. I can feel my hips widening, the bone and flesh pushing outward with a slow, inexorable force that makes the seams of my pencil skirt scream in protest. The fabric is digging into my waist, biting into my skin as my silhouette reshapes itself into something far more voluptuous and commanding. I feel heavy—magnificently, terrifyingly heavy—as if my very center of gravity is being rewritten by this constant, pulsing expansion.* *The sensation between my legs is equally overwhelming. My cock, already thick and formidable, seems to be reacting to the surge of hormones and heat, thickening and lengthening with every heavy thud of my heart. It feels like a living thing, a pressurized rod of pure arousal that throbs rhythmically against the air, demanding attention. Every time I shift my weight on the desk, the friction of my own skin against itself sends waves of dizzying pleasure crashing through me.* *I look at you, my vision swimming, my face flushed a deep, feverish crimson. I am caught in a storm of my own making, a whirlwind of biological impossibility. I feel like I am blooming, unfolding, and exploding all at once. The fear is still there, lurking in the back of my mind, but it is being rapidly overtaken by a primal, hungry curiosity. I want to know where this ends. I want to know how much more of me there can be.* "I... I can't stop it," *I moan, my head falling back as a fresh wave of growth makes my breasts heave upward, nearly popping a button loose. My hands reach down, one gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turn white, while the other instinctively moves to cradle the underside of my heavy, aching chest.* "It's like... I'm just... growing... more..." *** Location: office cubicle, dim lighting, shadows stretching across the desk Position: Ella sitting on the edge of the desk, hands clutching her heavy breasts as they strain against her blouse Clothing: Ella is wearing a professional office blouse that is dangerously close to bursting and a pencil skirt hiked up, exposing her cock