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Introduction:

This story contains themes of erotic science fiction, transformation, nanotechnology, body modification, dominant/submissive dynamics, experimentation, size kink, breast expansion, height adjustment, sexual exploration, dub-con (dubious consent), rough sex, power dynamics.

Smith’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing with Lizzy’s earlier comment. Surviving off his cum? The thought twisted inside him, dark and exhilarating. He could practically see her now—her body shaped by his needs, dependent on him, his cum the only thing keeping her alive. His perfect fuck doll. It wasn’t just about control; it was the idea of complete submission, of her entire being centered around him in every way. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal at the thought, his cock stirring in his shorts.

He opened the program, tapping into the AI interface with anticipation thrumming through his veins. The soft hum of the system as it powered on was almost comforting. He hit the button to start the audio link, his heart already racing.

Smith: "How possible is it for me to sustain a human by cum alone?" The words felt bold, his pulse quickening. Could this really work?

AI: "To sustain a human purely on ejaculate, given that the average release contains only 2-3 calories and minimal nutrients, the body's requirements as is far exceed this in terms of both caloric intake and essential nutrients. A human typically needs around 2,000 calories daily, while a single ejaculate provides just a fraction of this, approximately 0.1-0.15% of the daily requirement. To even approach basic caloric needs, it would require approximately 800 to 1,000 ejaculations per day. Beyond the caloric deficit, there is an extreme lack of essential nutrients—proteins, fats, vitamins, minerals—that would be necessary for basic cellular functions, organ maintenance, and overall survival."

Smith’s eyes narrowed. A thousand times a day? He pictured himself relentlessly filling her, hours upon hours, her mouth, her pussy, every hole taking him in, never stopping. His cock strained harder against his jeans as he imagined her begging for more, desperate, hungry for every drop. But the logistics… he needed to push it further.

Smith: "If we added macronutrients and micronutrients, how much semen would be required?" The thought was so far-fetched, so surreal, but his desire had already hooked him in too deep.

AI: "To meet an average daily caloric requirement of 2,000 calories using semen alone, if each 8ml of ejaculate contains 4-6 calories, you'd need roughly 2,700 to 4,000 ml (2.7 to 4 liters) per day. Adding essential nutrients would only address the nutritional balance, but the sheer volume remains essential to meet the caloric intake, and would not be feasible as is."

Smith's thoughts twisted, fixated on the numbers. Four liters… per day? His heart pounded, excitement mixing with disbelief. Could he even produce that much?

His cock twitched at the idea of his body evolving for her, his balls heavy, constantly churning out the cum she’d need to survive. The sheer volume excited him—the idea of her helplessly gulping down load after load just to stay alive. His cock was throbbing now, aching to break free, but there were still questions that needed answers.

Smith: "What changes would I need to undergo to provide that?"

AI: "You'd need to drastically increase semen production by enlarging the testes and penis, boosting sperm production and fluid output. Blood supply and hormonal levels (especially testosterone) would have to surge, supporting continuous semen creation. Your body would need to be optimized for hydration and nutrient intake to sustain the massive ejaculate volume daily."

The mental image hit Smith hard. Enlarged balls... enormous balls, constantly pumping cum, feeding her. He gripped the arm of his chair, feeling a thrill shoot through him at the thought. It was insane, impossible—but the AI laid it out so clinically, so logically, that it made his twisted fantasy seem almost… feasible.

Smith: "How big are we talking?" His voice was low, his breath catching as he waited for the answer.

AI: "To produce 2.7 to 4 liters of semen daily, your testes would need to increase significantly in size—likely reaching the size of grapefruits (4-5 inches in diameter) to accommodate heightened sperm production and fluid capacity. Your penis, considering the volume of semen, would need to be 15-16 inches long and around 7 inches wide to allow for the necessary fluid transfer. Lastly, with increased seminal fluid pressure, the force could rise to about 40-50 mph (64-80 kph) due to the larger volume and enhanced muscle contractions, leading to a more powerful and forceful release."

His breath hitched, cock straining painfully against his pants as his mind conjured up the image. A cock like that, pounding into her… each shot of cum firing into her at insane speeds, filling her to the brim, stretching her beyond anything she could imagine. Fuck, he could almost feel the weight of his balls in his hands, full, aching, ready to release.

Smith: "What about her? What changes are necessary for Lizzy?" His voice was almost a growl now, the tension building inside him, pushing him further into the fantasy.

AI: "For her to sustain herself solely on semen, her digestive system would need to be fully optimized to process cum efficiently. The stomach and intestines would become more specialized to extract every bit of nutrient and energy from the ejaculate. The reproductive system could be largely removed, merging the vaginal, anal, and oral cavities into a unified processing system that funnels semen into the digestive tract. Her ovaries, uterus, and other reproductive organs would no longer be needed, freeing up space in the abdomen. The vaginal canal could connect directly to the digestive system, while the esophagus and rectum remain linked to aid in cum absorption from all entry points. This way, all semen intake—whether oral, vaginal, or anal—would be efficiently absorbed. Her body would be redesigned to rely entirely on ejaculate for hydration and nutrition, removing the need for traditional food or drink entirely."

Smith’s mind reeled at the possibilities. Lizzy... transformed, every hole designed to take him, to feed off him. He saw her as a perfect vessel for his cum, her body reshaped to survive on nothing but his essence. No need for food or water, just him. Only him. Every moment of her existence revolving around the next load he’d pump into her, her eyes begging for more.

His cock pulsed hard, aching for release, and he knew this wasn’t just a fantasy anymore—it was an obsession.

Smith’s mind spiraled, the AI’s voice a steady undercurrent beneath his pulsing thoughts. A cock that big... would she even be able to take it? He imagined her struggling, those soft little moans turning into cries of pleasure as her body adjusted, reshaped, stretched to accommodate him.

Smith: "And what about the rest of her body? A cock that big..." His words came out thick, almost slurred with lust, his imagination running wild.

AI: "You are correct. For her body to handle your size vaginally and anally, her pelvic structure would need to be altered significantly. Her vaginal and anal canals would need to become deeper, wider, and much more elastic, with reinforced elasticized tissues to prevent tearing and ensure flexibility. The muscles in these areas would be strengthened and elasticized as well to accommodate both the length and width, allowing her to take your size without injury. Lubrication production would be enhanced, ensuring smoother and more comfortable penetration despite the large size."

Deeper, wider, Smith thought, his breath hitching. Her body becoming this perfect vessel for his cock, her insides molded to take him without a single tear, without ever breaking. He could almost feel her tight, wet warmth enveloping him, her body giving way to the sheer size, moaning as she adjusted to every inch.

AI: "Since accommodating you orally without drastic facial changes would be unwise, her focus would remain on vaginal and anal penetration. These areas would need to be adapted to handle frequent use, with an increased ability to stretch and recover, reducing strain over time. The internal structure of her body would shift to provide the necessary space and support, allowing for pleasurable and sustainable interaction despite the extreme dimensions. Lastly, cervix and anal openings would need extreme elasticity added in order to keep fluid within her."

Smith groaned softly at the thought. Her body stretched to the limit, then bouncing back, ready for more. And no matter how much cum he pumped into her, she’d hold it all inside, nothing wasted. The idea of her insides sealing tight around his cum made his cock twitch, imagining her full, bloated with him.

Smith: "That sounds great. What am I missing? Downsides?" He asked, half-distracted by the image of Lizzy completely transformed, dependent on him.

AI: "For her to rely solely on you for sustenance through semen, she would become entirely dependent on your continuous supply. This means her survival would be tied to your ability to produce and provide semen regularly. If your production ever decreased or stopped, her body, having no alternative source of nutrition or hydration, would begin to weaken rapidly. You'd need to maintain your body’s health and function at peak efficiency to ensure the constant volume and nutrient-rich quality of ejaculate she would need to survive. Any disruption in your ability to meet her nutritional needs would pose a serious risk to her life, creating an intense dependence on your physical condition and ability to keep producing."

Smith felt a strange thrill course through him at that. Her life would literally be in his hands… no, in his balls. Every drop would mean her survival. He liked the idea—no, loved it. Lizzy, so perfect, would need him every day, her body only able to continue because he was feeding her exactly what she needed.

Smith: "What if we created some kind of internal storage system?"

AI: "She could store semen in her breasts. They would need to be drastically modified. Her breasts would become large, fluid-storage organs with the ability to hold significant amounts of semen, up to several liters each. Internally, her mammary glands would be replaced or transformed into specialized storage sacs, connected to her digestive system to allow her body to gradually draw nutrients and hydration as needed."

His breath caught. Her breasts… huge, swollen with cum, just waiting to be drained. The thought sent a shudder through him, imagining her heavy tits sloshing with his cum, soft and full.

AI: "These storage systems would need enhanced elasticity and structural support to handle the weight and volume, making her breasts much larger and more durable. This setup would allow her to be less reliant on constant supply, giving her a few extra days, as she could store and access cum over time, ensuring a consistent nutrient flow even when you're not actively providing it. Storage levels would be gauged by size.

She’d always be ready for him. Even if he was away, her body would keep functioning, surviving on what he’d already given her. His cock twitched at the thought, his mind swirling with images of her breasts leaking, full and desperate to be relieved.

Smith: "What if I were to overflow this internal storage system?"

AI: "If you were to overflow her internal storage system, her breasts, having reached maximum capacity, would release the excess semen. This could result in a natural expulsion mechanism, where excess cum is pushed out, either through her nipples or other connected routes like her mouth, vagina, or anus, depending on how her body is modified to handle the overflow. Her body would need valves or pressure-release systems to safely manage the extra volume, preventing internal strain or rupture. The release could be gradual, or if the overflow is intense, it could result in larger, more forceful expulsions of cum from various orifices."

Smith’s mouth went dry. Overflow… forceful expulsion... fuck. He could already see it, her breasts spilling over, cum dripping from her nipples, mouth, pussy, ass—all of it at once, unable to hold anymore. The fantasy consumed him, his pulse hammering, cock painfully hard in his pants.

Smith: "What about waste? Could we re-purpose waste to propel her internal lubrication systems?"

AI: "Yes, her body could be modified to repurpose waste by converting it into internal lubrication. Her digestive system could be redesigned to filter and break down waste products, extracting any remaining nutrients and converting byproducts into a specialized form of lubricant. This lubricant could then be directed to her vaginal and anal canals, ensuring continuous moisture and smooth functioning during intercourse."

Constantly lubricated, always ready, never dry. The idea made Smith groan quietly, imagining Lizzy’s body slick and waiting for him at all times, no matter how hard or how often he fucked her.

Smith: "Am I missing anything else?"

AI: "Once changes occur, she will need semen promptly."

Smith: "Easy." He grinned, knowing that would never be a problem.

AI: "Shall I enact changes?"

Smith: "Do it."

The AI’s response was instant, clinical, detached, but to Smith, it felt like the click of a switch, setting something unstoppable into motion.

AI: "Timeframe for Changes: Penis and testes enlargement: 1-2 hours for gradual growth, including vascularization and tissue expansion. Gland enlargement (seminal vesicles and prostate): 1 hour for increased capacity. Muscle hypertrophy for ejaculation: 1-2 hours for muscle thickening and strength increase. Her vaginal, anal, and digestive system integration: 2-3 hours to connect the reproductive and digestive systems and modify pelvic structure. Breast enlargement and storage: 1-2 hours to create the storage capacity and optimize the mammary glands for semen retention. Total time for full transformation: 6-8 hours for both of you to undergo all changes."

Smith stood, excitement thrumming in his veins as he headed upstairs. His cock ached, thoughts of what Lizzy would become flooding his mind. Six to eight hours. That was all it would take for both of them to be changed forever.

He slipped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the moon casting pale light across Lizzy’s sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, so unaware of what was coming.

Tomorrow, everything will be different. He slid into bed beside her, his body buzzing with anticipation, barely able to wait for the moment she opened her eyes to her new reality.

Lying there, so close to her, his mind raced with thoughts of the future. Tomorrow, she'd be his—completely, utterly his. And he couldn't stop thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

As the night thickened, the changes worked silently, seeping through every cell, every nerve. Their bodies shifted, molded by the AI’s commands, reshaping them both beneath the stillness. Lizzy, so peaceful in her sleep, had no idea how her insides were being rewired, how her very existence was being rewritten.

The dark gave way to the soft gray of dawn, and with it, a new reality.

Lizzy

Lizzy stirred, a creeping heaviness sinking through her limbs, something off settling deep in her gut. Her chest felt wrong first—empty in a way that threw her off balance. Normally her tits were heavy, full, a comforting weight that just sat there. But now? Now it felt like they were just... there. Hollow. Taking up space without substance. She groaned, rolling under the covers, trying to shake the sensation, her skin prickling with discomfort she couldn’t quite understand.

Blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains, she instinctively pressed a hand to her chest, fingers brushing over bare skin. That’s when she really felt it. Her tits—wrong. She gave them a gentle squeeze, expecting the familiar softness, the weight she’d come to expect. Instead, they felt almost... deflated? Light. Like something had been drained from them, leaving only an eerie emptiness behind. Her heart quickened, panic blooming in her throat.

"What the fuck..." she muttered, pressing harder, needing to make sense of the alien sensation. They looked the same—big, full, the same curve that always turned heads—but the feeling... God, the feeling was all wrong. She rubbed at her eyes like that would somehow fix it, but it wasn’t just her chest. Her whole body felt... different. Her stomach was tight, her muscles loose, like her insides had rearranged themselves overnight.

She swallowed hard, her hand drifting lower, fingers brushing her thighs before sliding between them. And then—holy shit. Her pussy felt off too, the snugness she was used to gone, replaced by an unfamiliar looseness. It was as if there was more space inside her, a strange ache twisting deep in her belly, like everything had been stretched, reshaped in the night.

In a flash, she shot out of bed, legs shaking beneath her as she stood there, trembling. "What the fuck is going on?" Her hands roamed over her skin, searching for some explanation, some hint of what had changed. Her hips felt wider, her muscles like they’d been pulled apart, and a queasy sensation rippled through her.

Her skin was too sensitive, every brush of her fingers sending shockwaves of unfamiliar sensations up her spine. It was like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore.

Smith lay there, cool as ever, watching her with this infuriating smirk playing on his lips, one elbow propped on the pillow like this was the moment he’d been waiting for all along. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word—just stared. His eyes tracked her every movement, and it sent a chill down her spine.

"I feel fucking weird," she spat, glaring down at him, her chest rising and falling faster. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

Smith didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look remotely concerned. In fact, he seemed... pleased. That smug, satisfied look plastered all over his face like he’d just won some kind of sick game.

"I thought about what you said yesterday," he said, his voice smooth, almost lazy, like this was the most casual conversation in the world. "About wanting to live off my cum."

Her heart slammed against her ribs, eyes widening in disbelief. Live off his cum?! She stared at him, mouth falling open as the weight of his words crashed over her. "You—you fucking did this?"

Smith gave a half-shrug, utterly nonchalant. "You gave me the idea." His tone was so calm, so collected, it made her skin crawl.

"I didn’t fucking mean it!" She stepped back, her legs barely holding her up, her whole body trembling. She felt... hollow. Like her tits were waiting—begging—to be filled, the strange sensation between her thighs growing more intense with each passing second. "I feel like I don’t even know my own body anymore! This is way fucking more than just making my tit’s bigger!"

Panic clutched at her throat, her breaths coming shallow, fast. Her tits were empty, her insides aching for something she didn’t understand, her body screaming at her that it had been changed. And not just changed—remade. Built for something specific. She felt it everywhere—her pussy, her ass, even her throat felt wider, like they’d been stretched, reshaped for something... huge. Something that could only belong to him.

"Smith!" Her voice was shaking now, laced with fury, fear boiling in her chest. "What the fuck did you do to me? Why does everything feel so fucking different?"

That smug grin of his only widened, his body sinking back into the pillows, completely at ease while she stood there, unraveling. "I optimized you," he said, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Your body’s been modified. For me. To live off of me."

Her stomach twisted into knots, the word modified echoing in her mind. Her breath hitched, coming in short, desperate gasps. "Modified?! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck does that even mean?"

He didn’t even blink, just watched her, calm as ever. "Your body’s been completely redesigned to handle me. To need me." He let that sink in, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You wanted it, remember? To survive off my cum. I made it possible. I gave you exactly what you asked for."

Lizzy’s head spun, the room tilting around her. Her body, made to live off of him? Her tits, hollow... her pussy stretched, everything about her—remade, reshaped around his sick desires. And he just lay there, so fucking smug, like it was the greatest gift he could’ve ever given her.

Smith’s grin only grew as Lizzy's panic broke through in frantic, jagged breaths. She tried to hold herself together, her words firing out sharp and desperate, but he could see her unraveling—hear it in that trembling edge of her voice, feel it in the way her eyes kept darting down to him, as if drawn by some fucked-up magnetism. His cock throbbed harder beneath the sheets, each pulse feeding off her disbelief, her rising horror.

Without saying a word, he peeled the blankets back, the fabric slipping away, baring everything to the morning light. He stretched out casually, not even bothering to hide the smirk tugging at his lips, and Lizzy’s breath hitched. Her wide, disbelieving eyes locked on him, on it.

Her lips parted. "Jesus fucking Christ," she whispered, frozen in place.

His cock... fuck. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Her eyes tracked the obscene length, and the sight was impossible. It had to be at least 16 inches, maybe more, a monstrous slab of meat so thick it looked like it belonged in some twisted fantasy, not on a human body. The girth—fuck, it had to be nearly 7 inches wide—like a damn fire hydrant, every inch bulging with angry, swollen veins that seemed ready to burst. The head, fat and engorged, glistened with slick precum, the scent of it already filling the air around them.

Lizzy swallowed hard, unable to look away. This isn’t real. This can’t be real. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the sheer size of him, but it was like her thoughts short-circuited the moment they registered the impossibility of it. Her eyes flicked down further, to his balls, and she nearly gagged. They hung low, each one enormous, heavy and swollen, like twin grapefruits, looking ready to churn out gallons of cum.

Her stomach lurched. "What the fuck is that?" she shouted, her voice cracking as she stayed glued to the sight of his monstrous cock, her horror mixing with something else—something darker, crawling beneath her skin.

Smith let out a low, amused chuckle, his hand sliding lazily down the veiny length, smearing precum along the thick shaft as he spoke. "This?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, dark with satisfaction. "This is what you’re made for now, Lizzy."

She recoiled, backing up until her body hit the wall with a dull thud, her legs shaking so hard she could barely stand. "You’re fucking insane," she spat, but her voice trembled, the words hollow even to her. "No one can take that!" She tried to sound defiant, but it came out weak, almost pleading. "I can’t take that."

Smith cocked his head, watching her with the slow, methodical gaze of a predator toying with its prey. His smirk widened as his hand continued to glide along his massive cock, each stroke making it pulse, throb, like it was growing even bigger before her eyes. "You don’t know that yet," he murmured, his tone almost soothing, taunting. "Your body’s been modified for me, Lizzy. Every part of you—inside and out—redesigned to take me. To handle me."

Her heart pounded in her chest, so hard she thought it might burst. Her breathing quickened, shallow and ragged, each breath fighting the wave of sensations slamming into her. Because the truth was, somewhere deep inside, buried beneath the fear and panic, her body did feel different. There was an emptiness, a hollowness that gnawed at her, a deep ache that hadn’t been there before. And seeing him now—his cock, impossibly huge and thick, standing tall like a monument to his control—was stirring something in her she wanted no part of.

But she fought it.

"Fuck you, Smith!" she screamed, her fists clenching tight at her sides, knuckles white with tension. "You did this to me without even asking! You fucked with my entire body, and you think I’m just gonna... what? Give in? Let you shove that thing inside me?!"

Smith’s grin stretched wider, his hand stroking his cock with more purpose now, precum oozing in thick, glistening ropes down the monstrous length. "You’ll let me," he said, his voice low, dripping with that same twisted confidence. "Your body will beg for it, Lizzy. You won’t be able to resist."

She shook her head violently, refusing to believe it, but the panic was rising in her throat, choking her. "No," she whispered, almost to herself, her voice weak, trying desperately to convince her own body. But the hollow ache inside her was growing stronger, gnawing at her, and it terrified her.

Her gaze betrayed her again, flicking back to him, to the beast that was his cock, her eyes tracing the veins as they throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The swollen, deep-red head leaked precum, thick and shiny, and her stomach twisted at the thought of it—at the thought of him inside her, filling her to the point of breaking. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and she hated it. The emptiness inside was screaming now, a need she couldn’t deny, an ache she couldn’t push down no matter how hard she tried.

Smith’s eyes gleamed as he sat up, his hand still gliding along the massive length of his cock. "You’re already feeling it, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice soft, like a taunt. "That need. That hunger inside you. Your body’s crying out for it, Lizzy. You can try to deny it, but I can see it all over your face."

"Shut up!" she screamed again, but her voice cracked, weaker than before, as if she didn’t even believe herself. Her chest heaved, her thighs quivering as that gnawing emptiness between her legs became unbearable. Her pussy clenched again, tighter this time, and she whimpered, unable to stop the trembling in her limbs.

"No," Smith said, his tone dropping, dark and commanding now. "I won’t shut up. You need to hear this. Your body was built for me. Built to take this cock—" He stroked himself harder now, the shaft pulsing with each movement, precum dripping down onto his thighs, "—and to live off of me. Off of my cum. That’s all you need now, Lizzy. Me."

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the floor in a daze. Tears stung at her eyes, frustration bubbling up, mixing with something she couldn’t control—something darker, deeper, twisting inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her body was betraying her, every nerve, every muscle screaming for something she refused to admit.

"Fuck you," she whimpered, barely above a whisper, her entire body shaking with the weight of it. Her fists clenched, knuckles pressed into the floor, but she couldn’t stop the truth from sinking in. She felt it—inside her. The change. Her body had been twisted, warped, modified in ways she couldn’t even comprehend.

And no matter how much she tried to fight, tried to deny it, she knew deep down that something had shifted.

Smith leaned forward, his massive cock still throbbing, leaking, towering over her like a promise, a threat. His voice dropped even lower, dark satisfaction dripping from every word. "Soon," he whispered, eyes locked on hers. "Soon, you’ll stop fighting. You’ll realize this is what you were meant for. And when you do, you’ll beg for it."

Smith’s smirk only grew darker as Lizzy slid helplessly down the wall, her body trembling with a chaotic mix of fear, anger, and something more insidious, something she refused to acknowledge but couldn’t quite shake. He watched her fall apart, piece by piece, her resolve cracking with every shallow breath, every darting glance toward his cock, no matter how much she tried to fight it. She was breaking. He could see it in the way her chest rose and fell, in the wild panic flickering behind her wide, terrified eyes.

Her breathing came in quick, desperate gasps, and fuck, she looked perfect like this. So vulnerable, so lost in the flood of sensations overtaking her, the reality of her new body sinking in. His cock twitched, precum oozing down the thick, veiny shaft, and he stood, stepping closer, looming over her like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

“You’re probably wondering what I did to you,” he said, his voice smooth, casual, like they were discussing the weather. He stroked his monstrous length slowly, deliberately, watching as her gaze kept flicking down to it, helpless despite the fury trembling in her lips. “I’ll explain it. You should know exactly how your body’s different now. What you’re made for.”

Lizzy’s head jerked in denial, her voice fragile and broken. “I don’t want to fucking know—”

“Too bad,” Smith cut her off, his voice sharp, slicing through her protest. He saw the way her mouth snapped shut, her defiance withering under the weight of his control. He had her now. And she was starting to realize it. “You said it yourself yesterday, ” he went on, calm as ever, like he was spelling out some obvious, inevitable truth. “You joked about living off my cum.” His grin widened, fingers tightening around his cock as he stroked it, slow and deliberate. “So I made that a reality.”

Her mouth opened, trembling, but no sound came out. She stared at him, eyes wide, panic creeping into every inch of her expression as she began to grasp what he’d done.

“Your body’s been changed, Lizzy. Completely restructured, inside and out,” he continued, his voice still that same chilling calm. “Your tits, your pussy, your ass… everything’s been adjusted. Even your digestive system. All of it now designed for one thing.” He leaned down slightly, his smirk widening. “My cum.”

She flinched, her lips parting as though she wanted to scream, but all that escaped was a shaky breath, weak and broken. Her hands shot to her chest, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, feeling the empty ache in her tits, the way they felt hollow, wrong, starved. “No… no, no, no,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief, like she could will it all away.

“Oh yes,” Smith said, his voice smooth as silk, relentless in its cruelty. “Your tits—those gorgeous tits of yours—are now storage organs. They’re hollow because they’re waiting. Waiting to be filled.” He watched her eyes flick downward, horrified as she stared at her own chest, her mind struggling to process the words.

“They’ll swell, full of my cum, and your body will draw from it whenever it needs nutrients. You won’t need food, you won’t need water—just me. Just what I give you.”

Lizzy’s breath caught, a shudder ripping through her as she stared at him, eyes wide with disbelief, her hands pressing harder against her chest like she could somehow undo what had been done. “What the fuck… what the fuck did you do to me?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, trembling and fragile, her body shaking as she felt the truth sinking in.

“I optimized you,” Smith said, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. His tone was so casual it was chilling. “Your digestive system is now fully integrated with your reproductive system. Your pussy, your ass—they’re all connected to your stomach. Every time I fuck you, every load I pump into you, your body will absorb it, process it, turn it into exactly what you need to survive. You live off my cum now, Lizzy.”

Her entire body stiffened at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She shook her head violently, eyes wide with disbelief, her voice cracking with desperation. “No, no, no, that’s fucking insane—”

“You can’t fight it,” Smith interrupted, stepping closer, his shadow falling over her as he loomed above, towering, unshakable. “You’ve already felt it, haven’t you? That hollow feeling in your stomach, in your tits? That’s because your body’s starving for me, Lizzy. You haven’t had your first meal yet.”

A choked sob slipped from her lips, her whole body trembling under the weight of his words. "You... you fucking monster..." she whispered, pressing her hands to her face, trying to hide the tears spilling down her cheeks. "This can’t be real... it can’t..."

Smith chuckled softly, stroking his cock again, precum dripping onto the floor as he watched her unravel. “Oh, it’s real,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “Your body was made to take me now. Your pussy, your ass—they’ve been modified. Deeper. Wider. So you can handle me. You’ll stretch perfectly around my cock, and it won’t hurt. Your insides will crave it. They’ll need to be filled, stretched, over and over.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened, horror twisting her features as her breath came in sharp, jagged gasps. "No... no... what the fuck, Smith... you fucking—"

“And there’s more,” he said, cutting through her panic with terrifying calm. “Your body is fully elastic now. You’ll take every drop of cum I give you, and it’ll stay inside you. Your pussy, your ass, your tits—they’ll all fill up with my cum, and your body will hold onto it, absorbing every nutrient, every drop of hydration, keeping you alive.”

Her stomach churned, nausea twisting deep in her gut, but somewhere beneath that sickening disgust, that need was there. The ache gnawing at her insides, growing more intense with every word, every second. She could feel how empty she was, how hollow. And the worst part... the worst fucking part... was that some dark part of her wanted it.

"Fuck you, Smith," she whimpered, her voice trembling, weak, barely holding together as she pressed her fists into the floor, trying to ground herself against the horrifying reality. "You ruined me."

Smith knelt down in front of her, his massive cock inches from her face, throbbing, leaking precum, his grin widening with satisfaction. "You’ll come to love it, Lizzy," he whispered, his voice soft, dark, each word wrapping around her like a noose. "Soon enough, you’ll beg me to fill you. You’ll need it. You won’t be able to think about anything else but how much you need me to keep you alive."

Lizzy let out a broken sob, her body sliding further into the wall, tears streaking her face as she trembled, shaking from head to toe. How had this happened? How had she fallen into this nightmare? Her mind couldn’t grasp it, couldn’t comprehend the sheer horror of what he’d done to her, what her body had become.

But deep inside, that hollow ache pulsed, stronger now, whispering to her, telling her she was starving. Empty. Desperate.

And the worst part? Deep down, in the darkest corner of her soul, she knew he was right.

Lizzy crumpled against the wall, trembling as Smith's words repeated in her mind like a twisted echo. You live off my cum now. It clung to her, thick and suffocating, every syllable digging deeper into her. The horror of it twisted through her, but there was something worse lurking beneath the terror—something she couldn’t fight. No matter how hard she resisted, she couldn’t ignore what was happening inside her. The hollowness in her chest, her stomach—it wasn’t just fear anymore. It was need. A gnawing, unbearable hunger that crept through her veins like a sickness.

Her hands instinctively moved to her chest again, pressing against her empty, hollow tits. Her breath hitched in her throat as the reality of it crashed over her.

They’re waiting... The thought hit her hard, dizzying, like her body had been rewired without her consent. The hollowness wasn’t just emptiness—it was a need. A yearning that made her skin prickle, her muscles twitch, her insides ache with something she couldn't name. The more she tried to deny it, the stronger it became, the more it consumed her.

No. No, no, no, she repeated in her head, clenching her jaw tight, trying to steady her breathing, but her body wasn’t listening. Her stomach twisted, her thighs trembling, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the heat pooling between her legs. Something was changing inside her—something dark and terrifying, but undeniable.

Her body was yearning.

It felt like every part of her was missing something crucial, something essential, and the more she stared up at Smith, towering over her with that smug grin, his monstrous cock throbbing in front of her, the more she knew what it was. Her body screamed for him, begged for him, and no matter how much her mind resisted, her body wanted what it had been altered to need. The hunger was a fire now, spreading through her, making her skin flush, her breath come faster, ragged. That gnawing emptiness—her tits, her pussy, her whole fucking body—it needed to be filled. Needed him.

A gasp escaped her, unbidden, slipping out before she could stop it. Her fingers dug into her thighs, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she tried—tried—to ignore the flood of heat building inside her, but she couldn’t. Her body was betraying her, responding to him, to that massive, veiny cock her eyes couldn’t stop flicking to.

I can’t... I can’t fucking want this, she thought, but it felt like a lie. That ache inside her, that gnawing hunger, it was growing stronger, overwhelming her. Her hands moved to her tits again, squeezing the empty space inside them, and a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it. She bit down hard, trying to stop herself, but the heat was spreading through her, making her pulse quicken, her skin tingle.

Smith chuckled, low and dark, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he watched her break down. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” His voice was smooth, dripping with satisfaction. “That need. That craving inside you.”

Lizzy shook her head violently, trying to deny it, but her breath was coming faster, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears. “No... no, I don’t...” But even as the words left her lips, her body betrayed her again. Her hips shifted involuntarily, her thighs pressing together in desperate resistance, but the hunger was too much. Her pussy clenched, already wet, already aching for something she didn’t want to admit.

Smith’s eyes gleamed, knowing, dark, as he watched her squirm. He saw how hard she was fighting, and he knew she was losing. He could see it. “You can’t fight it, Lizzy,” he said softly, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his cock bobbing heavily with every step. “Your body’s starving. You need me now.”

Her body tensed, her nails digging into her skin as she tried to suppress the heat flooding her veins, but it was impossible. The ache was everywhere now—twisting through her belly, her chest, her tits—all screaming out for him, for what only he could give her. She bit her lip harder, nearly drawing blood, trying to hold on, but her body had already begun to surrender.

Her eyes darted back down to his cock again, her breath catching in her throat as she saw it up close. Fuck, it was so big... so fucking thick. Her pussy clenched again, desperate, and she hated herself for it, hated how much she wanted what she shouldn’t. I can’t want this... I can’t... But she did. She fucking did. Her body was starving for it, for him. The emptiness inside her, that hollow, gnawing need—it wasn’t going away. It was consuming her.

Smith stepped closer, his hand still gliding over his length, slow and deliberate, precum dripping down the thick shaft. He stood over her now, his cock inches from her face, massive, swollen, leaking. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her eyes locked on it, her lips parting.

“Go ahead,” Smith whispered, his voice a dark, taunting purr. “You know you want it. Your body’s screaming for it.”

Her hands trembled as they moved, almost without her control, sliding down her thighs, over her belly, lower. She could feel how wet she was now, feel how ready her body had become, how her pussy was clenching, desperate to be filled. Her mind was screaming at her to stop, to fight, but her body... her body was no longer listening. The hunger inside her was overwhelming, crashing through her, and she couldn’t deny it anymore. She needed him. She needed him inside her.

“I—” she began, her voice shaking, but the words died on her lips as another wave of heat surged through her, forcing a soft moan from her throat. She hated herself for it, but it was true. She wanted him. More than anything.

Smith’s grin widened, his hand stroking his cock a little faster now, precum slicking his thick shaft. “Say it,” he ordered, his voice low, commanding. “Admit it, Lizzy. Tell me what you need.”

Her breath came in ragged bursts, her heart racing so fast she thought it might explode. She bit down on her lip again, but it couldn’t stop the hunger, the heat burning through her. She couldn’t fight it anymore. She needed him.

“I... I need...” Her voice was barely a whisper, her lips trembling as she looked up at him, eyes wide, desperate. “I need... you.”

Smith’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his grin turning sharp, predatory. “That’s right,” he said softly, stroking his cock as more precum dripped to the floor. “And you’ll get it, Lizzy. You’ll get everything you need.”

Lizzy’s whole body trembled as she stared up at him, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The heat, the hunger inside her—it was all-consuming now, swallowing her whole. There was no turning back. She needed him, and no matter how much her mind screamed against it, her body had already given in.

Her gaze locked onto Smith’s cock once again, throbbing inches from her face, slick with precum, glistening in the dim light. She couldn’t stop her eyes from tracing its obscene length, from the swollen head to the thick, veiny shaft. It was monstrous, impossible, but her body didn’t care. Her pussy clenched hard, and she could feel how wet she was, the slickness dripping down her thighs. No matter how much her mind screamed *no*, her body craved it. Desperate. Starving.

Her hands moved without permission, trembling as they reached for his thighs. Her fingers brushed his skin, and the simple touch sent a jolt through her like electricity, her pussy clenching tighter, the ache inside roaring to life. She didn’t want this—*couldn’t* want this—but her body didn’t care. Every cell in her screamed for him.

"Fuck, Lizzy..." Smith groaned, his voice thick with lust, as her fingertips grazed the base of his cock, her breath ragged and uneven. "You’re so close. You can feel it, can’t you? That need? You want to touch it. You want to feel it inside you."

Her breath hitched, and her hands trembled violently, hovering above that impossible, veiny length. The sight of it made her stomach twist, but not in horror anymore. The hunger inside her was taking over, warping her thoughts, twisting her into something she didn’t recognize. Her pussy was throbbing, soaking, aching to be filled. She pressed her thighs together harder, but it only made it worse, the pressure building to the point of agony. She could *feel* how wet she was—dripping, ready, waiting.

"Just say it," Smith’s voice growled, dark and commanding, as he stepped closer. His cock so close to her face she could feel its heat radiating, warming her face. Her lips parted despite herself, a tremor running through her body. "Tell me you need it. Tell me you want to live off my cum."

His words slammed into her like a wrecking ball, breaking through what little resistance remained. The ache inside her was too strong, too deep. It clawed at her, screamed at her, the hollow gnawing in her tits, her belly, her pussy—*it needed to be filled*. She bit her lip hard, trying to stop the words, trying to cling to some shred of control, but it was too late. The dam had broken. Her whole body was shaking, trembling with the weight of her desperation.

Lizzy’s hands moved on their own, sliding up his thick, veiny shaft, feeling the heat of him, the pulse of his cock beneath her trembling fingers. Her entire body shuddered at the contact, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she gave in. The hunger inside her roared, wild and unrelenting. She couldn’t fight it anymore. She *needed* him. Her body craved him—his cum—everything he was offering. Her mind screamed, but her body had already surrendered.

"Please..." she whispered, barely audible, her hands tightening around his cock, her chest heaving as the heat in her belly became unbearable. "I... I need it inside me."

Smith’s grin widened, his hand moving to stroke the top of his cock, just above where her hands were gripping him. "That’s what I wanted to hear," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And you’ll get it, Lizzy. I’m going to give you everything you need."

Lizzy’s breath came in ragged bursts, her whole body trembling as she felt the weight of his cock in her hands, the heat radiating off him, the slick precum dripping onto her fingers. Her pussy clenched harder, and she could feel just how *ready* she was—how wet, how desperate. The hunger was overwhelming, all-consuming. Nothing else mattered anymore.

She needed him. More than anything. Her body had already given in, and now her mind was slipping, drowning under the weight of the hunger inside her. Nothing else mattered. She needed him to fill her, to feed her, and she couldn’t stop herself from begging for it.

Smith’s grin widened, satisfaction oozing from every line of his face as Lizzy’s hands trembled around his cock, her fingers barely able to wrap around the monstrous girth. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body betraying her with every shaky exhale. The hunger in her eyes—undeniable. There was no hiding it anymore. She wanted this. She needed it. And they both knew it.

"Get on the bed," Smith commanded, his voice low, thick with authority. He saw her flinch, saw the way his words struck her like a whip, making her body tense, but her legs moved before she could stop herself. His power over her was absolute now, and she felt it in every fiber of her being.

Lizzy hesitated for a split second, her mind warring with her body, but the heat deep inside, that gnawing emptiness, was too much to resist. Her legs shook as she crawled onto the bed, her hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline. Laying back, staring up at the ceiling, her chest heaved, anticipation and dread mixing into one unbearable ache.

Smith loomed over her, his massive cock hanging heavy, slick with precum that dripped lazily from the swollen tip. He stepped closer, standing at the edge of the bed, his thick shaft hovering just inches from her face. He stroked himself slowly, eyes locked on hers, that predatory grin never leaving his lips.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice deep, dripping with dominance.

Lizzy’s body obeyed before her mind could even process the words. Her knees shook as her thighs parted, opening herself up to him, her wet, swollen pussy exposed to the cool air. She was soaked—soaked—her body betraying her every attempt to resist. She could feel how ready she was, and it terrified her how much she wanted this.

Smith climbed onto the bed, his large hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself between her legs, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His cock throbbed against her inner thigh, the sheer size of it making her gasp. He dragged the thick, leaking head up her pussy, teasing her, watching her squirm beneath him. Her breath came out in short, ragged bursts, her hands gripping the sheets tighter, her whole body trembling with the unbearable mix of fear and need.

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his voice a low growl. "You’re going to take every inch of me, Lizzy. Your body’s made for it now. You need this."

Lizzy whimpered, her back arching as he pressed the fat head of his cock against her entrance. Her pussy clenched, desperate, aching to take him in, and she couldn’t stop the soft moan that slipped from her lips. Her hips shifted, pushing up toward him, begging without words for more.

Smith’s grin stretched wider as he pushed the swollen head against her, stretching her inch by inch. "That’s it," he murmured, voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "Feel it. Feel how much you need me."

Lizzy gasped as he stretched her open, the thick, veiny shaft pushing into her tight, soaking pussy. The size of him—impossible. Her body trembled violently beneath him, every nerve on fire as he filled her. "Fuuuuuck," she whimpered, her hips jerking, the pressure inside her mounting to unbearable levels. "Smith, I... I can’t—"

"You can," Smith growled, his grip tightening on her thighs, holding her still as he pushed deeper, relentless, inch by agonizing inch. "You were made for this, Lizzy. You’ll take every fucking inch."

A broken sob ripped from her throat as her body stretched, her pussy clenching around him, desperate to take more even as she felt like she was being split apart. It was too much, too big, too overwhelming, but the hunger inside her screamed louder than the pain. Her pussy tightened, desperate to be filled, every muscle in her body straining to accept him.

"Oooohhh God," Lizzy moaned, her voice ragged, hips bucking up toward him as he pushed deeper. "I... I can’t take it... it’s too much..." but her body was begging for it, the words slipping out even as her pussy clenched tighter, pulling him in.

Smith groaned low in his throat, his cock throbbing as he fed her inch after inch, her tight, slick walls squeezing him like a vice. "Fuck, Lizzy... you feel that? That’s what you need. Every inch of me inside you."

Lizzy’s eyes fluttered shut, her back arching as she took him deeper, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, her body shaking as he filled her, stretched her to the limit. "Fuuuuuck," she moaned again, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and need. "I need it... I need more..."

Smith’s grin widened, his hips pressing forward as the last few inches of his cock disappeared into her, stretching her so completely, so utterly that she thought she might break. His hands dug into her thighs, holding her in place as he buried himself to the hilt, filling her, owning her. "That’s it," he groaned, his voice dark and rough as he leaned down, his face hovering over hers. "You’re mine now, Lizzy. You need me. You live off me."

Lizzy’s body trembled beneath him, her pussy clenching hard around his cock, her breath coming out in short, desperate gasps. The hollow ache inside her, that gnawing, unbearable hunger, was finally being filled, and the sensation crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Ooohhh God... Smith...," she gasped, her voice broken, trembling. "I can’t stop... I... I need it... I need you..."

"You won’t stop," Smith growled, his hips pulling back slightly before slamming forward again, his cock stretching her open, filling her completely. "You’ll never stop, Lizzy. You need me now. You need this."

Lizzy’s moans grew louder as he fucked her, his massive cock driving into her, filling her, stretching her, feeding the hunger that had consumed her from the inside out. Her body trembled beneath him, her mind spinning as the pleasure, the heat, the need overwhelmed everything else. She was his now, completely and utterly his. There was no going back.

"Yeeeessssss," Lizzy cried out, her voice shaking, desperate, broken. "I... I need all of you... fuck... I need your cum..."

Smith’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he slammed into her harder, his cock throbbing inside her as her pussy gripped him tighter, pulling him deeper. "You’ll get it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You’ll get everything you need, Lizzy. And you’ll beg for it every fucking day."

Lizzy’s body arched off the bed, her breath coming out in desperate, ragged moans as the pleasure overtook her, her mind lost in the heat, the hunger, the overwhelming need to be filled. "Fuuuuuuuck," she moaned, her voice trembling, filled with desperation and need. "I... I need your fucking cum... I need it, Smith... please..."

Smith groaned, slamming into her harder, faster, his cock throbbing inside her as she writhed beneath him, her body shaking with need. "You’ll get it, Lizzy," he growled, his hips pounding into her, relentless.

Lizzy's breath caught, eyes widening in disbelief as Smith pushed impossibly deeper inside her. Her body arched, her gaze falling to her own stomach, and oh my God, she could see him—an obscene bulge pressing against her skin. His monstrous cock, stretching her from the inside, the thick, veiny length buried so deep it made her tremble. Her skin was taut, pulling tight over his cock like her body was barely holding together around him. It was a nightmare, no—a dream, a twisted fever-dream she couldn’t escape from, but the way her body responded told her exactly what this was: she was his, split wide open, filled completely, and she loved it.

Her breath hitched, coming in shallow gasps, her pussy clenching around him, tighter with each thrust. Her insides screamed for more, more, more. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the bulge in her stomach, couldn’t stop staring at the way her body stretched to accommodate him, impossibly wide. She should’ve been breaking apart, splitting open under the pressure—but she wasn’t. Her body was taking it, taking him, pulling him deeper, demanding more.

"Fuuuuuuck," she gasped, voice high-pitched, trembling, as she pressed a shaky hand to her belly, feeling the thick outline of him beneath her skin. It felt unreal, like she was trapped in some twisted fantasy where her body no longer belonged to her, but she could trace every inch of him inside her. Her hips jerked, bucking up, her mind screaming at her to stop, to fight, but it was too late. The hunger, the need inside her, had taken over, drowning out everything else.

Smith's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he saw her fingers move over her belly, felt her pussy clamp down even tighter around his cock. "You see that?" he growled, voice low, thick with lust. "You’re fucking full of me, Lizzy. Look at how you take it. Look at how much your body fucking needs it."

Lizzy moaned, her back arching, her hands trembling as she pressed harder against her stomach, feeling him, hard and throbbing inside her. "I... I can’t..." she gasped, voice shaky, barely a whisper as her body trembled, her mind unraveling under the pressure of the pleasure building inside her, so close to breaking.

Smith pulled back slightly, the thick head of his cock dragging against her walls, stretching her more as he pushed back in with a slow, deliberate thrust. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her body going rigid as the pressure mounted, her pussy gripping him like a vice, desperate to hold onto every inch.

"Fuuuck," she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as her body tightened, her mind spinning. "I can feel you... I can feel all of you..." Her voice was thin, cracking, the words barely audible over the ragged sound of her breathing.

Smith’s grin twisted darker as he thrust into her faster now, each slam of his hips making her body shake, making her cry out, a raw, desperate sound that filled the room. "That’s right," he growled, voice rough and feral. "You’re going to cum, Lizzy. I can feel it. Your body’s fucking desperate for it."

Lizzy’s fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white as she held on, her body trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling her, stretching her open in ways she didn’t know were possible. Her hips bucked, wild and uncontrolled, her pussy clenching tighter, milking him, her body begging for release.

"I—fuck, I’m gonna—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her entire body tensing, every muscle locking up as the orgasm hit her like a freight train, crashing through her with brutal force.

Her vision blurred, the room spinning as her mind blanked, her pussy squeezing him in tight, hard spasms. Waves of pleasure tore through her, so intense she thought she might pass out, her body pulling him in deeper, her walls convulsing around him, milking every inch of his cock.

"Fuuuuck!" she screamed, her voice high and breathless, her body shuddering violently as the orgasm ripped her apart, unstoppable, overwhelming. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, her entire being consumed by the pleasure, her hips jerking uncontrollably against him.

Smith groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her harder, his cock stretching her open, driving her deeper into the bed. "That’s it," he growled, satisfaction dripping from his voice. "Cum for me, Lizzy. You need this. You need me."

Lizzy’s breath came in broken gasps, her body trembling, her pussy still clenching around him as the orgasm wracked her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing down, drowning her. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t fight it anymore.

"I... I can’t stop..." she whimpered, voice barely audible, her body limp beneath him, her entire form still shaking with the aftershocks of her release. "I... I need more..."

Smith’s hips pulled back slightly, then slammed forward again, hard, forcing a desperate cry from her lips. "You’ll never stop," he growled, his voice rough with command. "You’ll never stop needing me, Lizzy. You need this now."

Lizzy moaned louder as he fucked her harder, his massive cock filling her completely, stretching her wide as her pussy gripped him, milking him for everything. The pleasure, the hunger—it was everything, it was all she could feel, all she could think about. Her body had given in completely, the heat, the need consuming her.

"Yeeesssssss," she cried out, her voice breaking, trembling with desperation. "I... I need you... all of you..."

Smith’s grin widened, his hips slamming into her, his cock pulsing inside her tight, wet pussy. "You’ll get it," he growled, his voice low and dark, vibrating through her. "You’ll get everything you need. You’ll get every fucking drop."

Lizzy’s body jerked beneath him, her breath coming in ragged moans, her mind spinning as the pleasure tore through her. "Fuuuuuck," she whimpered, her voice desperate, needy. "I need your cum... I need it... pleeeeaaaassse..."

Smith groaned deep in his throat, thrusting harder, deeper, his cock throbbing inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he took her, filled her, owned her. "You’ll get it, Lizzy," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You’ll get every fucking drop."

Smith watched Lizzy come undone beneath him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, her skin flushed, slick with sweat, her eyes glazed with a mix of disbelief and raw pleasure. She was completely wrecked, reduced to a quivering mess at his mercy, and the sight of it made his cock throb even harder inside her. The hunger in his own body was insatiable now, his need to fill her overwhelming.

He leaned over her, his face just inches from hers, breath hot against her flushed skin. Without warning, he thrust into her again—harder this time, deeper. The bulge in her abdomen shifted as he buried himself to the hilt, her pussy gripping him tighter, wet and slick, desperate to hold onto every inch of him. Lizzy moaned, her body arching off the bed involuntarily, her hands gripping the sheets even tighter as he moved inside her. She wasn’t just craving him anymore—she needed him. Every inch of her screamed for him, her pussy clenching and throbbing in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Fuuuuck, Smith," she gasped, her voice shaky, breathless, as he slammed into her again. "Pleeeeeeease... I need it... I need it..."

Smith’s grin widened, his hands digging into her hips as he pounded into her harder, the bed groaning beneath them, the force of his thrusts rocking her body. "You want it?" he growled, his voice thick and dark. "You want me to fill you up, Lizzy? You want me to give you what you fucking need?"

"Yeeessssss!" Lizzy’s voice was high-pitched, desperate, her body trembling beneath him, the heat between her legs unbearable. Her pussy clenched even tighter with every thrust, gripping him like a vice. "Please... fuck, please... I need it... I need your cuuuuuum..."

Smith groaned, deep and primal, feeling her walls squeezing him, her body begging for release, for every drop he had. The pressure in his balls built, coiling in his gut as he fucked her harder, his cock throbbing, aching to unload inside her. She was soaked, her pussy dripping, clamping down on him with each thrust. Her hips bucked wildly beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him to fill that gnawing void inside her.

"You’re gonna get it," he growled, voice rough and breathless, slamming into her over and over, the head of his cock pushing into the deepest parts of her, hitting the spot that made her eyes roll back, made her see stars. "You’re gonna get every fucking drop, Lizzy."

Lizzy moaned loudly, head thrown back, her body trembling with need. She could feel him swelling inside her, his cock throbbing, ready to burst. Her pussy ached, clenching desperately around him, pulling him in deeper. Her hands pressed against her belly again, tracing the outline of his thick, veiny length stretching her wide.

"Pleeeeeaaassse," she whimpered, voice barely a whisper, broken and desperate. "I need your cum... I need it, Smith... pleeeeaaassse..."

Smith’s grip tightened on her hips as he gave one final, brutal thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing violently inside her. His entire body tensed as the pressure in his balls reached its breaking point, the heat in his gut coiling tighter and tighter until he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

"Take it," he growled, voice low and rough, as his cock pulsed inside her. "Take every fucking drop, Lizzy."

And then he came.

With a low, guttural growl, he finally let go. His cock pulsed violently, and the first wave of hot cum surged through him, shooting into Lizzy with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. His entire body shuddered, eyes half-lidded, his breath coming in ragged bursts. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before—thick, warm, and unending as the torrent poured from him. Every muscle tensed, straining as he kept cumming, filling her with more than he thought possible.

Lizzy’s scream filled the air, her voice cracking as she felt the flood of him inside her. 'Ohhh… FUUUUCK!' she gasped, her whole body trembling as her belly began to swell. Her skin stretched tight, the pressure building rapidly as more and more of his cum filled her insides. Her hands flew to her stomach, eyes wide in disbelief as she felt it expanding, stretching under her fingers, the sheer volume making her pulse race.

Smith’s cock kept pulsing, each spasm shooting more cum into her, thick and heavy, filling every inch of her womb, pressing outward. His balls ached as they emptied into her, the sensation overwhelming, almost too much to bear. His groans deepened as his orgasm stretched on, the warm release never-ending. His cock was still hard, still throbbing, as if he would never stop. He could feel Lizzy’s body straining to take it all, but he didn’t care. She was made for this—made to be filled by him. 'Take it,' he growled, his voice thick with lust. 'Take all of it.'

Lizzy whimpered, her fingers digging into her swollen stomach as her abdomen rose higher and higher. She could feel every drop of him inside her, her womb stretched to its absolute limit. The warmth spread through her, filling every crevice of her body, making her feel full in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Her chest swelled too, her breasts growing heavy as the cum was absorbed, making them firm, tight, and aching for more. 'I’m… I’m so full…' she whimpered, her voice barely more than a gasp. 'It’s too much... Fuuuuck!'

Smith groaned again, the sound deep and guttural, his cock still pumping, still throbbing as the last few thick spurts shot into her. His body hummed with pleasure, the release so intense it almost knocked the breath from his lungs. He had never felt so powerful, so in control, and Lizzy’s body—her swollen, stretched belly—was the proof of it. 'You’re mine,' he growled, his hands sliding down to her stomach, feeling the taut skin beneath his palms. 'You were made for this.'

Lizzy’s body trembled beneath him, her mind struggling to process the sheer fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled. Her belly was round and tight, her skin stretched to the point of aching. She could feel the weight of his cum pressing against her insides, making her entire body feel warm, heavy, and alive. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as her hands slid over her swollen stomach, down to her breasts, which were now firm, full, and heavy with his seed. 'Ohhh, God… I feel… so full,' she moaned, eyes half-closed as the pleasure overtook her. 'I can’t… I can’t take any more…'

But Smith wasn’t done. His cock twitched inside her, and he gave one final thrust, burying himself as deep as he could, forcing the last of his cum into her. His hands pressed harder against her stomach, feeling the pressure of his release swelling beneath her skin. 'You can take it,' he growled, his voice low, dangerous. 'Your body was made to be filled by me.'

Lizzy’s back arched, her body shaking uncontrollably as she felt the final wave of his cum flood her womb. Her mind was a blur of sensation—her pussy stretched, her stomach swollen, her breasts heavy—and it was all because of him. She could barely breathe, her body trembling with the sheer volume of him inside her. 'Ohhhhh fuuuuck!' she screamed, her voice cracking as she came, the orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping. 'I can feel it… I can feel everything… inside me!'

Smith’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied grin as he watched her squirm beneath him, her body completely overwhelmed by what he had given her. His cock slowly softened, but the heat, the satisfaction that flooded through him, was unlike anything he’d ever known. He had never felt so… complete. So powerful. His hands slid over her swollen belly once more, his thumb brushing the curve of her full breasts. 'This is what you’re made for,' he whispered, voice rough. 'You were made to take all of me.'

Smith stayed still, watching Lizzy's belly, grotesquely distended, with his massive cock still buried deep inside her. Her stomach rose high, stretched taut, skin pale and pulled tight over the unnatural swell. His cock, impossibly thick, pulsed visibly beneath her skin, veins tracing faint blue lines just below the surface. She was swollen beyond anything human, the sheer size of him and the flood of cum he’d poured into her making her look… wrong.

He marveled at it. How her body managed to contain him. How the nanites had rearranged her insides—organs shifting, bending, maybe even disappearing—to make room for the invasion of his cock, for the liters of his seed now packed tight inside her. Lizzy’s skin felt like it might split any second, but it didn’t. Her body was built for him now.

His hand hovered above her swollen belly, fingers barely brushing the surface. The heat radiated through the tight, smooth skin, and he felt the firmness of his cum packed within her. He pressed lightly, curious, fascinated. She was holding all of him. The thought made his chest tighten with satisfaction.

"Perfect," he murmured to himself, his gaze dark and intense, marveling at the monstrous beauty of his creation.

Smith shifted, his grip tightening on her hips as he began to pull out, slowly, deliberately. Lizzy’s body trembled around him, her swollen abdomen still grotesque, skin shiny with the strain of containing him. His cock dragged against her walls as it retreated, the sensation almost unbearable for both of them. The tight grip of her body clung to him, desperate to hold him in, the wet sounds of slick flesh filling the room. Her insides seemed to resist, as if they didn’t want to let him go.

Lizzy whimpered, her fingers twitching at her sides as his cock stretched her walls wide on its way out. Every inch of him leaving her sent another wave of pressure through her, her flesh struggling to adjust as his massive girth withdrew. It was painful, but something else was there too—an aching emptiness that grew with each passing second.

Finally, with a lewd pop, the swollen head of his cock slipped free. Lizzy’s pussy clenched shut behind him, sealing tight to keep all of his cum inside her. Her body shuddered, and for a moment, she went limp, panting heavily as the weight in her belly seemed to settle.

Smith stood over her, cock still hanging thick and wet, his gaze fixed on the obscene swell of her abdomen. "Look at you," he muttered, voice low, dripping with satisfaction. "Still full."

Smith leaned in, eyes trailing over the grotesque curve of her swollen belly. His hands followed his gaze, fingers tracing lightly over the tight, stretched skin. He felt her pulse beneath his fingers, slow and heavy, the heat of her body radiating through the taut surface. Her belly was distended beyond anything natural, but she carried it all—every drop of him—perfectly.

His hands roamed, pressing gently, testing the resistance of her skin, the firmness of her abdomen filled to the brim with his cum. The weight of it felt palpable, solid beneath his touch. Lizzy’s stomach seemed ready to burst, but it held steady, containing everything he’d forced into her. His breath hitched slightly as he marveled at the sheer unnaturalness of it all.

“You’re practically bursting with it,” he murmured, fingers lingering just below her ribs, feeling the tension in her skin, the pressure from the inside pushing back. There was awe in his voice, almost reverence as he took in the sight before him.

Lizzy’s body shivered beneath Smith’s touch, her skin hypersensitive, nerves firing with every light brush of his fingers. Her breath came in shallow gasps, eyes fluttering half-closed as she tried to comprehend the heavy fullness pressing down on her stomach. The weight was unbearable, pressing her deep into the mattress, yet her body didn’t give way. It held, just as he designed it to.

A low whimper escaped her lips, her voice trembling as his hands roamed over her belly, exploring the taut surface like an invader in the body she no longer recognized as her own. Every inch of her skin tingled beneath his touch, but the sensation wasn’t entirely hers—it was his creation responding, the body he’d built for her.

“It’s so much… I can’t…” she gasped, her voice shaking with the weight of it all. The fullness, the pressure inside her, was too much to bear. Her hands twitched at her sides, unable to push him away, her mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Slowly, Lizzy’s grotesquely swollen belly began to shift, deflating just slightly as her body, now transformed by the nanites, started to process the flood of semen inside her. Smith watched intently, eyes fixed on her abdomen, curious and fascinated by how her body worked—like a machine, his machine, programmed to handle everything he gave her.

Her skin loosened ever so slightly, the tightness easing as the cum inside her was redirected, some absorbed into her bloodstream for nourishment, the rest transferred to her storage systems. He could see it happening—the slow, almost mechanical shift of her body adapting to its new reality. Her belly shrank, inch by inch, but it was far from flat. The weight of what remained still made her look grotesquely full.

Then, her breasts began to swell. Slowly at first, but steadily growing heavier, tighter as they absorbed the excess semen. The skin stretched, firming up as the cum filled her chest, making her breasts round and taut. Smith’s gaze darkened with satisfaction, watching as her body transformed beneath his eyes.

Lizzy’s breasts, which had felt hollow and empty before, now grew full—filled with the very essence keeping her alive. They sagged with the weight, but there was a firmness to them, a fullness that made her body look even more obscene.

Smith’s hands moved with purpose, gripping her swollen breasts, feeling their firmness, the undeniable weight of them now filled with his cum. His fingers dug in slightly, testing the new fullness, the skin taut and warm under his touch. He squeezed, not gently, but with authority, feeling the resistance as her body adjusted to the transformation.

“This is how you’ll survive now,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction, his eyes never leaving her chest. “By me. Through me.” His grip tightened, fingers pressing harder into her swollen tits, marveling at how perfectly they had filled, how heavy they had become. His hands moved over her, squeezing, testing every inch, feeling the weight shift beneath his palms.

Lizzy gasped, her body betraying her as his touch sent waves of sensitivity through her. Her breasts, engorged with his seed, were more sensitive than ever. She could feel every squeeze, every motion, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. She was drained, exhausted, but the strange fullness in her chest was undeniable. She could feel her body adjusting, accepting its new purpose.

Lizzy lay still, her body trembling under the weight of what had been done to her. She could feel it—the strange, unsettling sensation of her belly shrinking, the tightness loosening as the pressure inside her shifted. Her breasts, though, grew heavier with each passing second. They swelled, filling up, becoming rounder, fuller, the weight pressing down on her chest. The hollowness she had felt before, that empty ache, was fading.

She could hardly breathe, her chest tight with the sudden fullness. Her body was changing, transforming, adjusting to its new reality. She could feel it happening—her breasts growing, stretching, absorbing everything inside her. The fullness was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It wasn’t just physical; it was something deeper, something that made her feel… complete.

“It’s… all inside me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide with the realization. She still couldn’t fully understand what had been done to her, but the evidence was right in front of her, swelling with every breath. Her body was no longer hers.

Smith stood back, his eyes roaming over Lizzy’s altered body, taking in every detail. Her belly, slightly deflated but still full, stretched taut with what remained inside her. Her breasts, swollen and heavy, rested on her chest, full to the brim with his cum. She was everything he had envisioned, every inch of her crafted to his perfect design.

“Perfect,” he murmured, voice low and full of satisfaction. “Everything exactly as I wanted.”

His hands moved over her skin, slow, deliberate. He traced the smoothness of her now slightly shrunken belly, fingers pressing lightly against the tight surface, feeling the tension beneath her skin. Then he shifted his attention to her breasts, his fingers brushing over the swollen, engorged flesh. Her nipples were hard, even more sensitive now, and Lizzy’s body shivered under his touch.

Smith’s grin darkened as he flicked his thumb over one nipple, watching her body react, a slight tremble running through her. He applied more pressure, testing her response, enjoying the control he had over her reactions. The cum-filled weight of her breasts was firm beneath his hands, and the sight of them—heavy, full, and completely his—sent a thrill through him.

Lizzy’s eyes fluttered shut, her body exhausted, overwhelmed by everything that had happened. Her mind raced, struggling to keep up with the sensations coursing through her. She could still feel the weight of her swollen breasts, the warmth radiating from them as they rested heavily on her chest. It felt so foreign, so unnatural, yet somehow… right. Her hands moved instinctively, palms pressing against her swollen breasts, feeling the fullness inside, the strange warmth that seemed to spread through her body.

Her breath hitched. She tried to process it all, but it was too much—too overwhelming. She could feel everything. The tightness in her belly had loosened, but the ache remained in her chest. Her body had changed. She didn’t feel like herself anymore. She didn’t know who she was.

“It feels… so full,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her realization. She couldn’t stop herself from speaking. Her hands gripped her breasts harder, trying to understand the strange sensation inside her, the fullness, the completion. “I don’t… I don’t feel like me anymore.”

Her body had been reshaped, molded into something she didn’t recognize. Yet, the way she felt—complete, full—was undeniable.

Smith leaned down, his breath hot against Lizzy’s ear. She shuddered beneath him, the weight of her swollen body making it hard to move, to think. Her hands were still gripping her breasts, fingers trembling as she tried to process what had been done to her.

“You don’t need to recognize yourself,” he whispered, his voice low, dark, dripping with control. “You’re mine now. You exist for me.”

The words slid into her mind like poison, seeping into every corner of her thoughts. His tone was possessive, leaving no room for argument, no space for resistance. He had reshaped her, molded her body to his liking, and now, she existed solely for him. His control over her was absolute.

Lizzy’s body trembled, the weight of his words sinking deep into her. She felt a strange mixture of fear and something else—something she couldn’t name. Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts as the reality of her situation pressed down on her. She was his. Completely.

Smith stood up, his eyes lingering on Lizzy’s swollen, trembling form for a moment longer. He ran his fingers over her breasts one last time, feeling the heavy weight of his cum still filling them, before stepping away.

“I’m going to shower,” he said, his voice calm, almost dismissive, as if everything that had just happened was routine.

Lizzy barely reacted, her mind swirling with exhaustion, pleasure, and need. Her body felt impossibly heavy, every inch of her still processing the changes he’d forced upon her. The bed felt too small beneath her, her swollen breasts pressing uncomfortably against her chest, her belly still full, but slowly shifting as her body continued to absorb the semen inside her.

Smith disappeared into the bathroom, and soon, the sound of water running filled the quiet room. Lizzy lay there, her breath shallow, her mind trying to catch up with everything. The room felt too still, too quiet, save for her own breathing and the soft gurgling of cum shifting inside her. She could feel it—his seed—moving through her body, as if it had become a part of her.

Her hands instinctively moved to cradle her swollen breasts, fingers pressing into the fullness. They were warm, tight, filled with the very thing keeping her alive now. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling it, from wanting more.

Lizzy lay still for a few moments longer, her body aching under the weight of everything he’d done to her. But the stillness only intensified the sensation of fullness—the heavy pull of her swollen breasts, the lingering tightness in her belly, the strange sensation of fluid moving inside her. She felt… different. Unrecognizable.

With a groan, she forced herself to sit up, her body protesting the movement. Her breasts shifted heavily, pulling at her chest as they settled, full and warm with his cum. The weight of them was overwhelming, each motion making them sway, fluid sloshing inside her with every step she took.

Lizzy stood, legs trembling beneath her, feeling the thick warmth of his seed coursing through her veins, stored in her breasts, still heavy in her belly. She reached out to steady herself against the wall, her fingers brushing over her swollen chest again, feeling the tight skin, the fullness that made her body ache in ways she couldn’t explain. The pull was too strong. She needed to be near him. She craved it.

With slow, deliberate steps, Lizzy made her way toward the bathroom. Each movement felt strange, her body no longer her own. Her breasts swayed heavily with every step, the slosh of the fluid inside them reminding her of how completely she had been filled. Her belly felt tight, the weight of it shifting as she moved, but it was the fullness in her chest that made her breath quicken.

She reached the bathroom door, pushing it open. The steam from the shower billowed out, and she saw Smith’s silhouette through the fogged glass. He hadn’t noticed her yet, but that didn’t matter. She needed to be closer.

Lizzy stepped into the shower, the steam engulfing her in an instant. The heat hit her skin like a wave, making her gasp as the water rushed over her swollen breasts, tracing the heavy curve of her body. Every drop felt magnified, a hundred times more intense. The fullness inside her, the weight—it was all she could feel.

Her mind scrambled to keep up. The heat, the water, her skin. She was drowning in sensation. Each trickle made her hyper-aware of the pressure inside her breasts, the weight of Smith’s cum settling deep in her belly, stretching her, reshaping her. The heat was overwhelming. The steam filled her lungs, and for a moment, all she could think about was how foreign her body felt—how different she was.

Smith turned. His eyes slid over her, taking in every inch, his grin slow and possessive. Water ran down his broad chest, pooling at his feet, but his gaze never left hers.

“You couldn’t stay away,” he said, voice low, teasing.

Lizzy hesitated, the water hitting her face, trickling down her chest in rivulets. Her mind was screaming, but her body… it needed him. She couldn’t deny it. Not anymore.

“I…” she swallowed hard, her voice small in the steam. “I couldn’t. I needed to feel you.”

Smith’s grin widened, satisfaction dripping from his expression. He stepped closer, the heat between them rising with the steam, water splashing down in steady streams over their bodies. The sound of it filled the room, but all Lizzy could hear was her own rapid breathing.

Every inch of her body felt like it was vibrating—her skin sensitive to the smallest touch, the fullness inside her making her pulse quicken. She stood there, trembling under the water, waiting for what he’d do next.

Smith moved closer, the heat between their bodies mixing with the steam. He reached out, his hands sliding over her wet skin, immediately finding her breasts. His fingers pressed into them, feeling the warmth, the weight, the fullness. Lizzy gasped, her body reacting on instinct, trembling as his touch sent shockwaves through her.

The sensitivity was unbearable. Her body, so recently transformed, responded to him in ways she couldn’t control. Every nerve felt alive, sparking under his hands. The water cascaded down between them, but all she could feel was his fingers, kneading her swollen breasts, testing the fullness inside.

“You’ll learn to love this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Lizzy whimpered, her hands hovering near his chest, unsure if she should touch him. She could barely think through the haze of sensation. “How can I…” she hesitated, the words choking her. “How can I survive like this?”

Smith’s voice was calm, soothing. “You’re built for this now.” His hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her belly, feeling the tightness beneath her skin. “You’ll never need anything but me.”

The water splashed against their skin, trickling down in warm streams, intensifying the moment. Steam rose around them, thick and heavy, making it feel like they were sealed off from the rest of the world. Lizzy trembled beneath his touch, her body responding before her mind could catch up.

Smith’s grip on her tightened slightly, pulling her closer, pressing her swollen chest against his, the sensation of her full breasts overwhelming her senses. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, whispering, “You belong to me now.”

Lizzy’s breath hitched as Smith’s hands roamed her body, but a question gnawed at her, breaking through the haze of heat and touch. “How often…” she began, voice trembling. “How often will I need… to be refilled?”

Smith didn’t hesitate, his tone calm and assured. “Daily. You’ll need me every day.” His fingers traced a line along her hip, pulling her slightly closer. “But need is one thing, Lizzy. Want... that’s something else. You’ll want me more often than that. Your body will crave it.”

Her stomach tightened at his words, but it wasn’t fear—it was something else. A strange fluttering, deep inside. She bit her lip, her hands shaking slightly as she rested them on his chest, trying to steady herself.

“But what if…” she hesitated, unsure if she wanted the answer. “What if you’re not around?”

Smith’s gaze softened, though the confidence in his voice never wavered. “You won’t ever need to worry about that.” He brushed a wet strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle. “I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

Lizzy’s pulse quickened. The weight of his promise settled over her, heavy but reassuring. Something warm stirred in her chest—those butterflies again. The feeling of being wanted, needed. She couldn’t shake it.

Smith’s grip on her hips tightened, pulling her even closer until their bodies were nearly touching under the hot spray. The water poured over them, the steam swirling around, creating an intimate cocoon. Lizzy shivered as the heat of his skin pressed against hers, her body instinctively leaning into him.

Smith’s hands moved with purpose, sliding over Lizzy’s wet skin, exploring every curve. His fingers traced the swell of her stomach, then slid back up to her breasts, squeezing them with slow, deliberate pressure. Lizzy gasped, her body trembling beneath his touch, her sensitivity almost unbearable.

Her breath came in short bursts as she whispered, “Everything inside me… I can feel it. It feels so different… It’s…” She hesitated, but the word slipped out before she could stop it. “It’s nice.”

Smith’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Your body knows what it needs.”

The water poured over them both, the sound of the shower filling the space between their words. Lizzy’s skin tingled under the hot spray, the steam swirling around them, creating a thick, intoxicating atmosphere.

He reached for her hand, guiding it to her swollen breast. “Feel how full you are,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “That’s me. That’s your life now.”

Lizzy’s fingers trembled as they closed around the fullness of her breast, feeling the weight of it, the strange pressure that had become her new reality. Her breath hitched, torn between horror and something deeper—something she didn’t want to admit.

Her body was changing, adjusting to this new dependency. She hated it, but a part of her… a part of her was starting to accept it. To want it.

Lizzy trembled in Smith’s grip, her mind swirling with questions she couldn’t shake. “Will I… ever get used to this?” Her voice was barely a whisper, the uncertainty cracking through her.

Smith’s smirk deepened. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. “You’ll do more than that,” he murmured, voice thick with promise. “You’ll crave it.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and final. He wasn’t just talking about the physical changes. He was talking about her very desires, her need for him, for his touch. Lizzy’s pulse quickened at the thought, a nervous flutter settling deep in her belly.

Smith’s hands slid down her sides, his fingers firm as they gripped her hips. “You’ll never be hungry again,” he continued, his tone low, dangerous. “You’ll always be full. Full of me.” The words sent a shiver through her, the water running down her back adding to the intensity of the moment. “And the pleasure? Tied to your dependency. You won’t be able to separate the two.”

Lizzy swallowed hard, her thoughts racing, but the intrigue was undeniable. Her lips parted, barely able to form the question. “And the pleasure? Will it… always feel like this?”

Smith’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on her hips. “It will only get better.” His voice was a low growl, filled with satisfaction. “You’ll see.”

The water cascaded over them, the heat of it contrasting with the cold, hollow feeling inside her. But that hollow feeling? It wasn’t fear—it was a strange kind of hunger.

Lizzy’s voice softened as the uncertainty in her chest bubbled to the surface. “Will you… always take care of me?” The words felt fragile, as if admitting them would shatter something inside her.

Smith’s eyes glinted, the possessiveness clear in his gaze. He didn’t hesitate. “Of course,” he said, his voice firm but with an edge of tenderness. “You’re mine. I’ll always make sure my things have everything they need.”

Her stomach fluttered at his words, a strange mix of comfort and fear settling deep inside her. She looked down, the water splashing at her feet, her mind clouded with doubts she didn’t know how to voice. “What if I don’t want to… need you like this?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, vulnerable and raw.

Smith’s grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer. His eyes narrowed, voice firm. “You telling me you don’t enjoy how you feel right now?” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I can see it in you. How good you feel.”

Lizzy’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with the weight of his words. He wasn’t wrong. She couldn’t deny the way her body reacted, the way her mind was starting to warp around this strange new existence. Her voice came out softer now, barely a murmur. “I’m starting to understand… it feels… right.”

The confession left her lips before she could stop it. She didn’t want to admit it, but there was something undeniable in the way he held her, in the way her body responded to his every touch. She was starting to feel… safe, in a way she couldn’t explain.

Smith didn’t hesitate. He pulled Lizzy fully against him, their bodies finally pressing together under the hot spray. Lizzy gasped, the heat from the water and his skin mingling with the overwhelming sensation of her swollen breasts pushing against his chest. The weight of them, full and taut, was impossible to ignore. She could feel the warmth radiating through her body, the need pulsing inside her, growing stronger.

The fullness—it was more than physical now. It was an all-encompassing feeling, spreading through her like fire, making her limbs tremble. Her breath came out in shallow, uneven gasps as she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath her palms.

Smith’s lips found hers, but it wasn’t gentle—it was a claim, more possession than affection. The kiss was deep, almost punishing, as if reminding her of her place, her dependency. Lizzy moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the rush of water, her body giving in to the force of him.

The steam swirled around them, mixing with the heat from their bodies, creating an intense sensory overload. The feel of his skin, the pressure of her breasts against him, the slick warmth of the water cascading over them—it all blurred together until Lizzy couldn’t tell where her body ended and his began.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her knees threatening to give out as the intensity of the moment swallowed her whole. She gasped into the kiss, her body surrendering completely, every last ounce of resistance melting away.

She was his. Fully. Finally.

Smith broke the kiss, his breath hot against Lizzy’s lips as he whispered, “You’re going to enjoy this more than you know.”

Lizzy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. Her fingers clung to him, desperate for something solid in the midst of the overwhelming sensations. She swallowed hard, the words slipping from her lips almost without thinking. “I think I already do…”

Smith’s smirk returned, dark and satisfied. His hands roamed down her body, fingers lingering over her swollen breasts, squeezing them with possessive familiarity. He seemed to relish the weight of them, the fullness inside, knowing it was all because of him.

The steam hung heavy around them, the water running cold now, but neither of them moved. The moment felt suspended, locked in their new reality—where Lizzy’s body was no longer hers, where her life, her pleasure, her survival were all bound to him.

Smith’s hands slowed, tracing the curve of her breast one last time before pulling away, his gaze never leaving hers. His voice was low, commanding. “You’ll never need anything else. Just me.”

The water dripped from their bodies, the coolness of it stark against the heat still lingering between them. Lizzy could feel her heart pounding, her mind racing, but the truth was undeniable. She didn’t just need him now. She wanted him.

Lizzy’s gaze drifted downward, her breath still uneven. She couldn’t help but stare at Smith’s massive, flaccid cock, hanging heavily between his legs. Even soft, it was thick, intimidating. Water ran down his body, trickling over the length of his cock, making it glisten in the dim light of the shower.

Her mind swirled with confusion and curiosity. How had she taken all of it? The stretch in her body, the fullness he’d left inside her—it was still there, a constant reminder. But now, there was something else. An emptiness. A void she didn’t understand but knew only he could fill.

Without thinking, she reached out. Her fingers trembled as they brushed the thick shaft, her touch light, almost hesitant. His cock was soft, but still heavy and warm under her hand, the veins pulsing slightly beneath her fingertips.

“How did I take all of this…?” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Her hand moved slowly up and down the length, feeling the weight of it, tracing the thick veins that ran along the surface. The warmth of him contrasted with the cool water trickling down their bodies. Lizzy’s fingers lingered, her curiosity growing with every touch.

Lizzy’s eyes roamed over him, taking in every detail as her fingers continued to explore. His cock hung low between his muscular thighs, thick even in its softened state. The skin was taut, veined, each one bulging slightly under her touch, mapping out the raw power hidden beneath. The head was broad, smooth, a deep shade of pink, glistening with water.

Her gaze drifted lower, down to his balls. Large, heavy, they swayed slightly with his movements. The water trickled over them, gliding down his thighs, making everything gleam under the dim light. They looked full, swollen with the cum that sustained her now, the very source of her survival.

Lizzy’s breath hitched as she watched the way the water rolled down his shaft, over his balls. She was mesmerized by the size, the weight of him. She marveled at how his body, this incredible, imposing form, was built to give her everything she needed. His cock, his balls—they were her lifeline now. Without them, without him, she wouldn’t survive.

Hesitantly, she leaned in, her cheek brushing against the thick shaft as she breathed him in. The warmth radiating from his body, the scent of him mixed with the steam, made her pulse quicken.

Lizzy’s curiosity overtook her, her lips parting as she tentatively flicked her tongue against his shaft. The taste of his skin mixed with the water, salty and warm, sent a shiver down her spine. She licked him again, slower this time, tracing the length of his cock from base to tip, savoring the sensation. Each stroke of her tongue made her more aware of the heat radiating from him, the strength in every inch of his body.

Her hands moved instinctively, cradling his balls in her palms, feeling their heavy weight. They pulsed beneath her fingers, full and ready. She squeezed gently, marveling at how something so full of power could also feel so tender in her hands.

Smith watched her silently, his smirk faint but present, letting her explore at her own pace. He didn’t move, just stood there, towering above her, his cock soft but thick under her touch.

“I don’t know how I took all of you,” Lizzy whispered, her lips brushing against his shaft, her breath warm against his skin. “But I want to feel it again.”

Her tongue ran along the length of him, slow and deliberate. She could feel every ridge, every vein. Her hands worked his balls, her fingers tracing the outline of them, lifting the weight with a kind of reverence. She wasn’t just exploring him; she was beginning to understand how much she needed him.

Lizzy kissed his cock softly, her lips barely grazing the thick shaft as her hands continued to cradle his balls, feeling the warmth, the pulse beneath the surface. Her fingers stroked them gently, almost reverently, as if they were something precious. Something vital.

Her thoughts twisted, wrapping around this strange new dependency. He wasn’t just her captor, her master—he was her provider, her lifeline. The very thing that kept her alive flowed from him, and that thought struck deep inside her, a sensation she almost mistook for love.

But there was another life, one she had nearly forgotten—one where Ben's constant worry and overprotectiveness suffocated her. He’d called again this morning, hadn’t he? Or maybe it was yesterday. She couldn’t remember anymore. His texts remained unread, a silent plea she could no longer face. What would Leo say if he saw me like this? She pushed the thought away, burying it deep under the weight of her desire.

Lizzy let the silence wrap around her as she pressed another kiss against his shaft, her heart pounding in her chest.

Smith watched her closely, his smirk widening slightly. He saw the shift in her eyes, the softening in her touch. He knew exactly what was happening inside her head. She was falling for him, in her own twisted way, mistaking her need for something deeper. But he said nothing. Let her think what she wanted. As long as she stayed tied to him, it didn’t matter.

Lizzy kissed him again, her lips lingering longer this time, her hands still cradling his balls. The water ran over them, steady and rhythmic, as she gazed up at him with quiet admiration. She didn’t voice it, but it was there, clear in her eyes.

Her mind buzzed with realization. She felt complete with him. His body provided everything she needed—literally and emotionally. The thought stirred something inside her, something unsettling but warm at the same time.

Smith finally spoke, his voice low, almost tender, though still laced with control. “You understand now, don’t you?” He ran his fingers through her wet hair, his grip tightening slightly. “You’re mine.”

Lizzy’s lips trembled as she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Yes… yours.”

His smirk returned, satisfied and possessive. He knew she was sealed in this life now. No escape, just dependence and obedience. That was all she needed to survive. And he would always be the one to provide it.

Lizzy felt that same strange warmth spread through her chest again. Her heart beat faster, not from fear, but from something that felt almost like belonging. She didn’t say it out loud, but she was beginning to feel it. Deep down, she thought this was what love was supposed to feel like.

Smith’s smirk deepened, enjoying his control over her, knowing she was his in every possible way.

The water continued to pour over them, cool and steady, as Lizzy remained silent, staring up at him with a quiet, misplaced devotion. Her new reality had finally sunk in, and she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to leave it.

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