It Spreads Part 2 - TG Caption

Part 2

"What do you mean spreading it?" I asked, idly scratching an itch on my chest. 

"Mmmm...You’re about to find out," she said lustily. 

I wanted to ask her more but my body started growing heavy and sluggish. My head fell back against the carpeted stairs and numb arms slid to my sides. I tried to mumble but only slurred noises emerged. I watched from a slightly elevated position as the skin all over my body warmed and flushed pink, beading with a fresh layer of glistening moisture. The entire time Mrs. Spencer stayed in her position atop me, her hips slowly pistoning back-and-forth. If she was trying to coax me into another round, it wasn’t working. My cock, so ridiculously hard a moment before, continued to wilt and fell limply from her pussy followed by a gush of our combined lovemaking. The slick secretions lubricated her movements and the heat on my already warm flesh where we made contact was searing. Rather than looking disappointed with my lack of performance, her eyes were returning to their hungry, near manic look from before. She drank in my form and I wondered just what it was she was waiting for. I didn’t have to wonder long. 

The heat continued to build and my senses started going haywire. I could feel every point of contact between us, her soft skin rubbing against my coarse, hairier form. My skin became increasingly sensitive and I barely held in a moan as she road me. The first change was obvious as, with a hollowing feeling in my midsection, my waist caved in, sides slimming and stomach reducing to a taut flat expanse. Then Mrs. Spencer actually rose up in the air slightly as my ass began to broaden and expand, the increasing weight obvious even in my prone position. My hips widened proportionally and the change in angle combined with my more than willing partners continued motion caused her to slide forward, her wetness spreading to my now tiny stomach. She put her hands down on my chest to steady herself and I gasped at the touch. Whether she meant to her or not each of her palms covered a slightly larger and slowly protruding nipple, the feeling like having my cock squeezed. Noticing my reaction, she leered shamelessly and began to knead at my softening pecs. I moaned helplessly in response and managed to raise my arms to her thick thighs where they rested. The arms were slimmer I noticed, all muscle definition draining away when I wasn’t paying attention. All focus returned to my upper torso as Mrs. Spencer grasped my growing breasts. Fatty tissue had built behind my still expanding nipples and she was taking full advantage. With each squeeze pleasure flooded into me and with each release my new additions gained in mass. The new additions were pooling up and out to the sides and anywhere else they could expand under my tormentor's pleasurable ministrations. Despite all of this, I still wasn’t hard, my nether region continuing to diminish. The area between my legs became uncomfortable as the skin around my scrotum pulled tight, crushing my testicles until, with a popping sensation, the pressure disappeared. Something crawled up into my abdomen and a new line of tension formed at the center of my legs. With a gasp and a convulsion I the skin tore and a new source of wetness was born. 

My body was shaking all over now. Small spasms signifying the changes as I shrank in some places and grew in others. In between the overwhelming sensations I kept catching flashes of the look on Mrs. Spencer‘s face, the heat in her eyes. She was ecstatic, grinning almost maliciously as she ground her endlessly dripping pussy against my midsection, desperately seeking the friction her own wetness denied her. She seemed to be getting more enjoyment from this than our earlier impromptu lovemaking. My vision turned hazy when it was blocked by a curtain of quickly growing blonde locks. Finally letting go of the enormous breasts now resting proudly on my smaller frame, Mrs. Spencer instead took each of the achingly hard nipples between her fingers and twisted. It was all too much. I screamed as the orgasm was torn from me, hips bucking and new pussy squirting uncontrollably when a fresh wave of wetness poured from my partner's own. She fell against me in the aftermath, her hot heavy breasts smashing against my own, a cushion of sweaty flesh between us. With my eyes closing from exhaustion, I had a brief moment of peace before a realization hit me. My new pussy was already starting to feel empty.