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| * "Diane, you realize that the first time we put the cream on him, it was covering, like, the surface area of a slightly above average cock. He grew from like, eight inches to six feet. Now, you've put twice as much cream on six feet of cock," said Terry, rushing to spread the cream as much as possible over the quickly expanding surface of Diane's tits.
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| The disproportionate application of cream was already beginning to have an effect on the proportions of Diane's boobs, spreading her nipples apart as the inside of her chest expanded faster than the outside. Terry and Kevin rushed to even the rate of expansion.
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| "I don't think it'll be that much more," she smirked, admiring the swiftly increasing height of Mahmout's erection.
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| Mahmout's cockhead bulged, popping completely free of its sheath of foreskin and expanding rapidly upwards and outwards. It was already bigger than Diane's head by the time she realized she might have made a miscalculation.
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| "Well, don't worry, the plan's still the same," she said, standing in the shadow of what was now easily eight feet and a hundred and sixty pounds of throbbing cockflesh.
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| She began to slide her body up and down the rapidly expanding shaft. The flesh of her tits continuing to bulge as well. It spilled over her arms and quickly became cumbersome to manipulate.
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| "Um, a little help?" Diane grunted, breathing heavily with the effort of lifting her chest.
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| Terry and Kevin abandoned their cream spreading duties and took up positions on either side of Diane's now jumbo-beach ball sized tits.
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| Together the trio got into an unsteady up-down rhythm that actually seemed to be working.
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| Mahmout let out moan.
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| "See? Here we go," Diane puffed, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.
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| "You idiots aren't getting me off," said Mahmout. "I'm fucking starving!"
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| "Kevin! Protein shake!" Diane pointed commandingly at the door.
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| Kevin hopped to, grabbing the jug and the tub of powder and dashing out the room.
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| Terry and Diane huffed and puffed trying to take up the slack of Kevin's absence.
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| Kevin, meanwhile, was glad for the break. His own experiment with the cream was quickly becoming uncomfortable and he had to make some serious adjustments.
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| "Damn!" he looked down admiringly at the now obvious bulge snaking down his jeans. From the look of things, he was rapidly approaching the double digits in length.
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| Her glanced surreptitiously over both shoulders and unzipped his fly, reaching into his jeans and pulling out his newly expanded cock. His gloves were almost clean of cream now, but he still felt a slick coldness in his hand that contrasted with the warmth of his swelling shaft.
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| "Fuck, that's gorgeous!" he said, feeling the heft of his new tool.
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| The cream had exaggerated the shape and qualities of his old cock quite a bit, and the new, girthy beast jutting from his fly displayed a distinct upward curve ending in a large, very broadly flared mushroom tip.
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| "I've got to play with this thing later..." he grinned, finishing up with the jug of protein shake and returning to the room.
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| Things in Mahmout's room had become somewhat chaotic. There was a lot of grunting and shouting as Mahmout hurled insults at Diane and Terry for cursing him with this freakish endowment.
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| Kevin handed the jug to Mahmout and returned to his spot lifting Diane's left boob.
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| Mahmout drank almost as greedily as Diane, every swallow adding visible length and girth to his mammoth wang, which was, ironically, much larger than a mammoth's wang. If Mahmout or the others had bothered to measure, they probably would have become lightheaded upon realizing his cock was now approaching ten feet in length, with no signs of slowing down.
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| Mahmout's temper calmed once his hunger was satisfied, and he actually started to get into receiving the world's largest tit-fuck. Waves of pleasure accompanied every heave and stroke of Diane's gargantuan bosom, and the tingling, growing sensation was a guilty pleasure all his own.
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| He felt his balls begin to tighten.
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| Unfortunately, the jerk-off team was flagging fast. Terry and Kevin were both star lacrosse players, and Diane possessed the truly awe-inspiring stamina of a dedicated sex-fiend, but doing squats while supporting nearly a hundred pounds of boobs gets tiring fast.
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| Kevin was really starting to flag when he hit upon a bright idea. Snagging the bottle of growth cream, he pumped out a gleaming dollop into his hand and began to vigorously rub Diane's nipple.
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| "Dude, what're you doing?" asked Diane.
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| Terry had to crane his neck to see around Diane's mountainous boobs and Mahmout's monster cock.
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| "I can't left this thing. I need leverage, man, something to hold onto," explained Kevin. "Here, check it out."
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| Kevin gestured to Diane's left nipple, which had sprung out into an eight inch cone. Kevin gripped it with both hands and began to work it like a lever.
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| "That's pretty clever," admitted Diane. She turned to Terry. "Well? Don't just stand there like a chump, do the other one. I don't want to have lopsided nipples..."
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| Kevin tossed Terry the bottle and Terry spread what he estimated was an equivalent amount of cream on Diane's right nipple. It puffed up rapidly, springing forward with eager hardness. Beneath it, the puffy, dark pink disk of Diane's aureola began to spread over the surface area of her boob, expanding to the size of a dinner plate in seconds.
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| "Oh fuck my nipples are sensitive now!" Diane moaned. "Keep working them! Now stroke them a little. Oh, God yes..."
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| Diane melted where she stood as Terry and Kevin alternatively levered and stroked Diane's nipples.
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| Of course, an amount of cream sufficient to get Diane's nipples to sprout up eight inches in a few seconds was definitely not going to stop there. Before too long, Diane's nipples jutted over a foot from the surface of her boobs and were thicker than Terry's wrist. Her aureolae, meanwhile, had begun to puff upwards, as well as outwards, and formed conical hills of their own, broadening out to the size of serving trays at the base.
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| "Ummm..." said Terry, looking concerned at the increasingly disproportionate growth of Diane's teats.
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| "Doesn't fucking matter," Diane moaned ecstatically. "Just keep stroking!"
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