“No, no, I cannot take more.” “Oh, yes, pet, remember, it was you who begged for this.” She screamed as strong fingers grasped her nipples, ...wisting and turning them, her legs being parted, lifted over shoulders as a skilled tongue invaded her cum filled pussy, lapping playfully within her so that she hardly noticed the absence of fingers filling her ass. “What is it you want more than anything, my pet?” “For you to fuck me.” She whispered desperately. “Good girl.” She felt the mushroom. The cramps and bleeding that started that night had an air of finality about them — and she knew the baby had left her as uneasily as it had come. She was crushed by the turns her life had taken but she picked herself up and brushed herself off and got on with with her chores — because that’s what you did. Still, in her heart she knew she loved Jimmy, and she missed him terribly when he went away. Dreamaway had been sure since she’d first laid eyes on him that he was the one to lead her away. Upon reaching my living room, I was stunned by what I saw. A graphic scene of a middle aged man balls deep in a barely legal girl was displayed on my television. My beautiful babysitter Allison had her skirt hiked up and was fucking herself vigorously with a clear dildo. Clearly caught up in the act, her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. "Ahem" I said suddenly before crossing my arms and displaying a stern expression. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Allison screamed while trying to pull. But my testicles didn’t hurt so much anymore. And they were growing. I could feel the sack stretching to keep the testicles inside. It frightened me and perhaps it was for the best that I could not see it happening. Just feel it. As my balls grew larger and heavier they made the scrotum stretch downwards, not able to support the weight. Surprisingly it wasn’t so painful. But it felt as if something was pulling on my sack, stretching and stretching. The octopus didn’t stop sending fluid inside.