As Mark slid out of me, the sudden absence of his presence left me feeling hollow. My breasts had grown at least a cup size or two, resembling the ones I had envisioned in my dream – round, budding, the size of small apples. The sensation of his growing erection in my mouth, coupled with the way he held my head, only added to the turmoil of humiliation, fear, and involuntary arousal. “Turn the fuck around,” he ordered, “Get the fuck down, and suck me off like you fucking mean it this time.”
Collapsing to the ground, my legs gave way under the overwhelming physical and emotional strain. Fear clenched my heart. Throughout it all, our eyes remained locked, creating a connection that was both unsettling and intense. Time seemed irrelevant as I continued, lost in the act, the unrelenting desire within me never once fading. The realization of what I was attempting to take in was frightening. Adjusting my bra to accommodate this unexpected and mysterious growth, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement and
