Whump.
A booming, earth-shaking footfall. You know what that means.
Whump.
The last one made the water in your glass ripple. This one makes the glass shake.
Whump.
Good God, how much bigger has she gotten?
WHUMP.
That one was right outside your door, and it shook the whole house. Okay, this you have to see. You stand from your chair and take a step towards the door...
"Hey, loser!" shouts Gilda, her booming voice barely muffled by your house's walls. "Heard you were back in town!"
"You know, you could just knock instead of shouting," you yell through the door. "Now everyone in Ponyville knows I'm a loser!"
Gilda laughs out loud. "Everyone else in this town is a bigger loser," she says. "And if any of them calls you a loser, I'll make sure they know it." There is silence between you, for a moment. "So you gonna let me in?"
"I don't know. Are you going to knock, like a proper guest?"
She responds by slamming her fist into the door, cracking the wood and busting the top hinge. Holy shit, did you actually make her mad?
"Geez, dude," she says, casually, "what'd you pay for this place? Pony carpenters can't even build something that holds up to a knock..." Wait, had she actually just been knocking? She was stronger than last time. Hesitantly, with trembling fingers, you open the door.
On the other side, you see... most of Gilda. You see as much of her as the door frame will permit, but her shoulders are too wide, and her head is too high, for you to see all of her. Her uppermost visible body part is her tits, two downy, umber globes straining against a small white top. They're bigger than they were last time you saw them, which you permit yourself to feel good about. The rest of her, though... is also bigger. Which is a mixed blessing. On the one hand, more Gilda. On the other hand... more Gilda?!
She bends at the knee, bringing more of her body into view. She has to be over ten feet tall now. Thighs thicker than your torso, biceps bigger than your head... and perhaps most ominous of all, her cock. It's tucked away in her fat, dark sheath at the moment, and you don't dare guess at its current full size. Her balls, swinging back and forth as she begins to contort her body to the shape of the door frame, are providing an almost unbroken stream of precum, interrupted by the occasional forceful squirt. You take note of the puddle of pre on your doorstep, as well as the dripping stain on the outside of the door.
Gilda has been steadily growing ever since you started hanging out with her. She didn't start out big - in fact, she was an inch shorter than you when you met, and she stayed that way for the first month you knew her. Then one day she just showed up at your house unannounced, three inches taller than you, and fucked your ass raw. And oh, how you'd been asking for it, those past couple of weeks. How you'd wiggled your ass in front of her, how you'd "accidentally" brushed your hands against her sheath, how you'd scooped her precum off the couch and tasted it, innocently pretending to believe it was "spilled frosting." She'd fucked you rough, given you exactly what you deserved for all your teasing.
And ever since then, she'd slowly been getting bigger. When you asked her about it, she initially denied it. "Naw, dweeb," she'd say, "Your furniture must be gettin' smaller." When pressed, she told you she was "eatin' right and workin' out," and that much seemed to be true. She spent loads of time at the gym and had herself on a protein-rich diet (she also had you on a protein-rich diet. From both ends). But that didn't explain why she was getting taller, and why it was happening now. You'd asked Rainbow Dash, but she was pretty tight-lipped. You suspected that Gilda shared the details of her sex life with Dash, and may have forbade her from gossiping with you.
After that, you'd gone to Twilight. Griffon biology wasn't her specialty, but what she did have was several big fuckoff books about it. She happily gave you every book on griffons that her library contained, confident that the information was in there somewhere. Gee, thanks, Twilight. A bunch of huge books. This is great, because everyone loves books as much as you do.
You didn't actually say that to her. Twilight is a good friend.
In fact, you spent the last two weeks with Twilight, as she showed you off to various foreign leaders. Yup, here's the human. Yup, he's from another world. Nope, he doesn't really do anything. And during the various train rides, you'd studied the books on griffons as much as you could. And you think you know why she's growing... but you're not ready to confront her right away.
"So is this some kind of prank?" says Gilda, as she works her right wing and shoulder through the doorframe. "You had someone make your door smaller while you were away?"
"Come on," you say, "You know you're getting bigger and putting on muscle. Half the time you even admit it."
"Don't know what you're talking about, lame-o." Her hand cracks the doorframe. "Oops." She works her head and her breasts through the doorway, compressing her tits with one arm as she squeezes them through. "Maybe you're just getting smaller and wimpier?" You roll your eyes, and Gilda manages to get her left wing through your door. Now completely inside, she flexes her full wingspan, and by God, she is a beast. Any time she wanted to, she could start punching holes in buildings, uprooting trees, and generally terrorizing Ponyville.
You actually feel your cock twitch as you consider that mental image. You imagine Gilda punching a building to pieces, grinding its remains into the dirt with her massive paws, and grinning proudly at you. As terrifying as her body is, you kind of want to see all that power running wild - and given Gilda's antisocial nature, acts of destruction naturally come to mind.
"All right," she says, "I got past your tiny prank door. I think you owe me a kiss for that. Bring it in, loser." She beckons you over, and you hesitate, taking a moment to consider her arms. If you're going to kiss her, she's probably going to pick you up. And if she picks you up, she might snap you in half. Even when she's asking for a kiss, her body is pure muscled menace, from her floor-shattering paws to the spiked collars on her powerful forearms.
"What's the holdup, little guy?" she says. Her voice becomes teasing. "Come on, I'll be gentle. You're no good to me broken."
In one giant step, she closes the distance between you and sweeps you up. Your muscles all tense, but she really is surprisingly gentle. Come to think of it, she's always managed to avoid hurting you, even as her growing body caused more and more property damage. That is, unless you count "getting fucked so hard you can't sit down" as a form of harm.
(In truth, that did get to be a serious enough problem that you sought some help for it. Rainbow Dash had asked you not to go to Twilight about it, and instead directed you to an herbalist who lived outside of town. "This lubricant will ease the strain," the herbalist had said, handing you a small jar, "and reduce your next-day pain.")
She lifts you up in her embrace, pinning you between the steely muscles of her arms and the soft pillows of her tits. You're fully wrapped up in her - you can't see or feel anything that isn't Gilda. Or smell anything else, for that matter. Gilda's scent drives you wild, and you're pretty sure she knows it - once she started growing, she began to swing by your house after the day's workout because "I want to shower, and your place is closer to the gym than mine." That excuse was barely true, and you're pretty sure she just did it because her post-workout sweat amplified her natural musk. She'd show up at your place and just hang around, delaying her shower, and before long every room in your cozy cottage would smell like the inside of Gilda' cleavage. And by that time, you were so worked up that she practically had you begging for a rough, sweaty fuck.
She brings her beak to your mouth, and you take the lead, pressing your lips against the hard surface. She has the sharp beak of a predator, and you both realized early on that it was better for you to do most of the moving when it came to kisses - she kind of just holds her beak open and gets her tongue as far into your mouth as it'll go. And today, that's pretty far. Her warm, slick tongue almost fills your mouth, and you do your best to grapple with it. Your dangling ankles get a precum shower as your kiss ramps up her excitement, turning her steady stream of pre into a fitful squirt gun. She moans into your mouth, leaning her face further into yours, and you feel your own cock straining against your pants.
"Mmm," she moans, breaking off the kiss and setting you down, "I'll bet you missed that, these past couple of weeks." You did, but it's clear that she missed it just as much. "Anything else you missed, you little dork? Anything Gilda can give you?" She runs her tongue hungrily over her beak.
You almost say "Holy shit yes, Gilda, I want you to destroy my asshole." That's what your body wants. But your heart is looking for something a little different today. "Actually," you say, "I want to try something new. You wanna go see a movie?"
Gilda is actually taken aback by this. Not offended, but... confused. "Come on, dweeb," she says, laughing nervously. "You've been gone for two weeks, I just want to chill at your place and forget the rest of this town even exists." She sits down on one side of your sofa, heedless of how her ass splinters the wood underneath, and pats the cushion next to her. "Just you and me, dude. That's all I want right now."
You're actually really flattered by that, and you consider giving in. She just came as close to saying "I missed you while you were away" as her personality will permit. It wouldn't be the worst thing to cuddle up with your big burly bird and let each others' hands travel where they may... but you have to stick to your guns.
"We can still sit next to each other at a movie theater," you say. "We can still pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist. We can still... have fun." You raise your eyebrows suggestively. "I'll make it worth your while, you big sexy monster."
With any luck, Gilda is completely thinking with her dick at this point, and she'll go along with your plan as long as you can deliver some "fun." She might consider it an indignity to have to interact with anyone besides you and Rainbow Dash, but blue balls might be worse - especially with the two coconuts she's packing down there.
And she really could stand to get out more. When she's not hanging out with you or RD, she's at home or at the gym. She makes her living providing her feathers to Quills and Sofas, which requires very little work on her part, so she has almost no excuse to socialize. And with Rainbow Dash spending more and more time with the Wonderbolts, Gilda barely even talks to anyone besides you in a given week. You feel a selfish little thrill at having a beautiful beefcake all to yourself, but making her a little more social seems like it's one of your responsibilities as her...
...well, that's the other problem. You've tried introducing terms like "boyfriend and "girlfriend" into your relationship and gotten nothing in return but Gilda's trademark name-calling. She really didn't want to have that discussion, but her position seemed to be "If I don't care what anybody thinks, what's the point of having a label?"
Well, you do care what people think. You want everyone in this town to see the caring, gentle woman that you see in Gilda - and you want them to see that the two of you are together. (To be honest, it's hardly a secret now - Gilda's lovemaking shakes the ground even more than her footsteps - but you want her to be open about it.)
Gilda groans and digs her fingers into the sofa's armrest - crushing it in the process - and picks herself up. "Fine," she says, with theatrical weariness. "But you owe me big time, okay?" She grabs the waistband of her tiny spandex shorts and pulls it upward, trying to cover up the fat bulge of her sheath. That might have been possible a couple weeks ago, but today the garment is only barely capable of containing her huge, toned ass and her massive nutsack, and it snaps back down to where it was before. She shrugs and steps toward the door, having made a token effort to stay decent for your public outing. She's technically being "indecent," according to the letter of the law, but it's highly unlikely that she'll catch any trouble for it - there's a lot of legal precedent that makes it hard for indecency charges to stick to anyone with "hyper-sized" endowments. Even if Gilda managed to cover herself up while she was sheathed, a hard-on would bust her shorts right open - and the law isn't going to punish her for something she can't control.
She works her way back through the doorframe. It's a little easier now, since she's widened it in a few places. You follow and shut the door as best you can, trying not to think about how you're going to get everything fixed.
The two of you walk in the direction of the movie theater. You know better than to try and hold her hand, but you keep close to her. Gilda scans the town as you walk, casting a suspicious gaze over the townsfolk. The ponies, for their part, seem pretty wary of her too. You're accustomed to warm greetings as you walk through town, but all you get now is a few looks of acknowledgment and concern. "Urgh," mutters Gilda, "This is why I never go out. All these ponies act like I'm some kind of freak."
"You know," you say, "They're mostly really nice, if you actually talk to them."
"Why would I talk to them?" she scoffs. "The way they look at me tells me everything I need to know."
"Well, you know that's not true," you say, patting her gently on her thigh. "When we first met, you thought I was looking at you funny." In fact, you'd caught her staring at you across the open market, where she was browsing the slim selection of meats that were on offer. She watched you go from stall to stall, her cock tenting her shorts more and more as her eyes followed you. She wasn't an amazon, back in those days, but her cock was still big, and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. You returned her gaze, and she immediately got up in your face, demanding to know what you were staring at. You'd told her that you were admiring her gorgeous wings - which was technically true, although your gaze had lingered longer on her generous bustline, her growing cock, and her bountiful ballsack.
The compliment caught her off guard, and the two of you started hanging out. You were surprised it took her a whole month to fuck you, since the sight of you had given her an instant boner, but Gilda had a hard time admitting that she wanted things from other people. Including sex. But if she'd opened up to you, maybe she could open up to the rest of the world too.
"Besides," you say, "They're no threat to you, Mount Gilda. You're bigger and tougher than anyone in this town."
"I'm not that big..." she mumbles. She's been defensive about her size ever since she started growing, but you can tell she doesn't mind it that much when you mention it. Her cock, which had calmed down once you proposed seeing a movie, starts to trickle with precum. "Besides, it's not me I'm worried about. What happens to you if they decide they don't want any freaks in their town? How are you gonna defend yourself?"
You don't know how to respond to that. Until this moment, you hadn't realized that Gilda saw the ponies of this town as a threat to you. She doesn't see the friendly greetings you get when she's not around. She doesn't see how you've been accepted. To her, it looks like the ponies are casting their suspicious glances at both of you.
"I think you've got the wrong idea about them, Gilda," you finally say. The movie theater comes into view, and you say "Why don't you get our tickets? Just talk to one pony, and we can go inside and have our fun."
"That wasn't part of the deal, dweeb," she says, bumping you with her hips. The force knocks you sideways, and you stumble to recover.
You step behind Gilda, and after looking around to make sure no one can see, you place your hands on the underside of her ballsack. "Come on," you say, moving your palms in slow circles, "Do it for me?"
Her hips buck involuntarily as you massage her fat scrotum, and she groans in defeat. "All right," she says. "Can't believe I'm letting a little shrimp like you push me around..." She looks over the posters. "So... what do you want to see?"
"Ooh, I don't know," you say, still rubbing your hands over her nutsack, "Maybe a sappy romantic comedy?"
Gilda snorts. "You're already pushing it, dweeb. You sure you wanna cross another line?" Her words are threatening, but you can hear the smile in her voice.
"All right, all right," you say. You take your hands off her balls and stand beside her so that you can actually see the posters. "How about the Power Ponies movie?"
"Pfft. Power Ponies? I knew you were tiny, but I didn't realize I was dating a baby."
"We're dating?" you say, looking up at her with a grin.
Gilda somehow manages to blush through her feathers. "Come on, you know what I mean," she grumbles. "Let's just see the dumb baby movie."
The two of you walk up to the cashier, a dark gray earth pony mare with a deep black mane, and you nudge Gilda to remind her that she's the one who needs to speak. "Uh, hey," she says, "Two adults or whatever for... Power Ponies."
"Oh," says the cashier, "Sure thing!" She looks like Gilda's making her a little nervous, but she takes your bits, dispenses a couple of tickets, and writes out a receipt for you.
"Oh, uh, hey," says Gilda, pointing at the thick brown quill the cashier is writing with, "I think that's one of my feathers." Even this tentative attempt at conversation makes her voice waver with uncertainty.
"What?" yelps the cashier. "I... I wouldn't steal someone's feathers! I got this at Quills and Sofas!" She holds the feather out, as if offering to let Gilda take it back.
"No, no!" says Gilda. "I sell my feathers to that store! I just meant that that quill came from one of my wings." The cashier relaxed. "Is it any good?"
"It's great, actually!" said the cashier. She slips the receipt through the window, and you take it. "It's a lot sturdier that pegasus quills"
"Heh," laughs Gilda. "It's nice to be appreciated. You're all right." She looks down at you. "Got the tickets?" You hold them up, and the two of you head for your theater. Luckily, there's double doors leading in, so Gilda doesn't break anything on her way there. You point to a spot in the back, and Gilda lifts an armrest out of the way so she can plant her giant ass on two seats.
"See?" you say to her, as you take an adjacent seat, "That wasn't bad at all."
"Tch," she says, "So one pony is nice to me. Doesn't prove anything." She leans down, looming over you. "So you really like the Power Ponies, huh?"
"Not really," you tell her. "I picked this one because it's been out for a month and a half, it's got lots of loud action sequences, and it's a school day, so... no kids in the audience. You see what I'm getting at, right?"
She smiles. "Oh, I think I do."
A few ponies filter in throughout the previews, but the theater remains mostly empty. As the film starts, you clamber up Gilda's legs, take a seat in her lap, and start rhythmically moving your butt back and forth over her sheath. "Oh man..." she moans, trying to keep her voice quiet... "You sure made me wait long enough..."
"I just thought it would be fun to do this somewhere else," you say. You start to grind your ass harder into her bulging sheath, and you feel her cock start to creep outwards, spitting precum all over the seat of your pants.
"Not just that," she says. "These last two weeks... I had nothin' to keep me going but memories of your hot little ass... I'm real pent up, dude."
"Don't just tell me," you say, "show me." You scoot your ass back as Gilda's cock grows, sliding out inch after glorious inch from her sheath. You pin it between your thighs and continue grinding into it, pressing your own crotch into her lengthening shaft. Her dick looks exactly like the pony dicks you've seen in this world - go figure - but, especially now, it's the biggest you've ever seen, thick and pink and oozing with pearly pre. It takes no time at all to reach a length where you can lick it, and you do so, scooping a mouthful of precum off of the flared tip. Her cum is less sweet than other sexual fluids you've tasted since coming to this world, with only a hint of sweetness beneath the sharp, salty flavor that dominates it. But that doesn't matter. You love the flavor because it's Gilda. The big, bulky bird you love, whose pleasure and smile is such a treat to you. You want to give her everything - and sometimes that means trying to make her more social. Other times - right now, for example - it means draining her fat nuts and filling your belly with her hot griffon seed.
Through steely determination, you manage to get your lips around the flared head of Gilda's cock. Once you're past that, her shaft is narrower - but you'll have to put in some work to get your mouth back off of her. You flick your tongue over her tip, licking more precum from her slit, and slide your mouth down her shaft until her tip hits the back of your throat. There's still plenty more inches to go, but that's as far as your mouth is gonna get. Through a tightly closed beak, Gilda lets out cute little squeaks. You know they'd be full-throated vocalizations if the two of you had any privacy, and it makes you laugh to think of the big give-no-fucks griffon girl caring so much about what other people think. You toy with the idea of making her cum so hard the she screams out loud, attracting every eye in the theater. Everyone would be looking at you, with your mouth around Gilda's fat dick, gulping down her cum.
But you couldn't do that to her. For a few minutes, you edge her, keeping her at the precipice of cumming. You've sucked her cock plenty of times, and by now you know what it feels like when she's close. When her twitches speed up, you slow down. It's torture for her; she digs her fingers into the armrests, then paws weakly at your body, wordlessly begging you to finish her off.
Finally, an action sequence begins on the screen, and you speed back up, lashing at her cock with your tongue. You can just barely make out a timer on the screen, ticking down... if you're good, you can get the timing just right. And boy, are you good. Just as a bomb goes off onscreen, you grab onto Gilda's balls and shove her cock as far into your mouth as it'll go. Gilda explodes, screeching in bliss - but her cry dies down before the building onscreen finishes collapsing, and no one turns to look.
Gilda's cum fills your mouth instantly. You gulp, frantically swallowing as much as you can, and only barely keeping up with the furious inrush of hot, thick griffon semen. There's no time to dislodge your mouth - the only thing to do is keep drinking. Her warmth begins to pool in your belly, and you feel the familiar sensation that Twilight blushingly described as "cumflation." Even a human is capable of expanding when a magical creature cums inside its body. Your stomach bulges, making space for the flood of cum, and you continue drinking down Gilda's load. Now that you've started to expand, you have all the space in the world for everything her balls can serve up, and you gulp it down greedily.
It takes a little under a minute for her orgasm to peter out, and you - cumslut that you are - milk the last dregs of it from her shaft. Finally, you remove your mouth from her cock and let out a satisfied sigh. "Yum," you say. "Cum."
Gilda runs her hands over your bloated stomach. She loves doing that; she's often fallen asleep while caressing your cumflated belly, cooing and murmuring about how sexy your bulging tummy was. When she's got a little more energy, she'll make you pose for her, or have you try and put on clothes, only to find they're hopelessly unable to contain your cum-filled belly.
"Mmm," she says, stroking your bare skin. "I made you so big, babe... I really filled you up, didn't I?"
"You sure did," you say. Between your legs, her cock starts to slump and recede into her sheath.
"You're my treasure," she says, whispering into your ear. "You know that, right?"
"Yeah," you say. In your head, you're saying But I wish you would tell me that all the time, instead of just after we fuck. Gilda's rough exterior disappears for a little while after sex, and those moments are nice. She's never a bad girlfriend - she's gentle and loving to you all the time, she just usually feels the need to dress her affection up in sarcasm and mild name-calling.
You sit on her lap for a while longer, as she rests her hands on your slowly shrinking belly. The first mystery of cumflation is how it happens at all, but the second mystery is how you just shrink back to normal size over time. The cum doesn't go anywhere, but eventually, it's just gone. Once your stomach is small enough that you can comfortably move, you hop off her lap and return to your seat. You put your arm on the armrest, and she covers it with her own, much beefier arm.
The two of you watch the rest of the film without any further shenanigans. Gilda occasionally leans over and tells you that some aspect of the movie is "dumb" or "for babies," but that's just Gilda being Gilda. She genuinely seems to enjoy the action sequences, at least - you see her eyes light up during the high-flying fight scenes.
She stands from her seat as soon as the credits start to roll. You consider mentioning that there'll probably be a post-credits scene, but that seems like it'd be a losing battle. Besides, she's been a good sport, so you hop out of your chair and follow her. You catch her attention and pat your belly, which still has a little extra bulge from her cum. "Oooh," you moan, mimicking a stomach ache, "too much popcorn..."
Gilda laughs. "You know, I feel bad. I already told you I was pent up, and that load you swallowed wasn't the freshest. The next one'll taste better."
"Well, that's too bad," you say, smirking up at her. "Because the next load's not going in my mouth."
Gilda laughs even louder now, shaking the floor with her mirth. "Oh, you're too good to me, dweeb."
Author's Note
I just had to write a story based on this image. And somehow it ended up surprisingly emotional... I'm planning to make it a two-parter. (BTW, this is a different continuity than the "Futaquestria" story. This story didn't quite work in that setting.)
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You and Gilda caught an early show, so the sun is still high in the sky when you leave the theater together.
"So what was your favorite part?" you ask, rubbing your hand along the back of her thigh as you walk beside her. God, she is just nothing but muscle down there. You move your hand up along her thick, meaty thighs and find the underside of her ass. Ahh - she may be almost all muscle, but she's got a little fat where it counts. You gently squeeze, feeling her butt squish beneath your fingers.
"You know what my favorite part was," says Gilda.
"Was it that blink-and-you-miss it visual callback to the cover of the infamous Power Ponies What If? number eighty-five?" you ask, with exaggerated enthusiasm.
"Naw, but you're close," she said, "It was when the dork sitting next to me put his lips around my cock. Finally shut him up for a second."
"Aw, c'mon," you whine, "You love it when I run my mouth." You slow your pace slightly, so that you fall behind Gilda, and you reach up and slap her butt repeatedly with both hands, like bongos. "You looove iiiit."
She swats your face with her tail, and you jump back. "Dude!" she snaps, looking back at you. "Come on." She blushing, but she's doing her best to keep a scowl on her face. "People will see."
"Do you see anyone around?" you ask, gesturing around you. But as soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize that the absence of ponies - and there really are none around - is actually very strange. You and Gilda are walking behind a row of shops, where there wouldn't be a huge number of ponies nearby, but as you turn your gaze in a circle... there's no one. Even above you, the skies are empty of pegasi.
"Yeah, I guess not," she says, after a brief look around. "Heh, this is nice, actually. Ponyville's not so bad when there aren't all those ponies around, starin' at us."
"Uh, sure," you say, nervousness creeping into your voice, "But... isn't it, like... suspiciously empty?"
Gilda gives this a moment's thought. "Actually," she says, "Yeah, you're right. Where is everybody?"
"Yeah," you say, "This is weird. We should go the castle and see if Twilight is-"
Gilda's head rolls back, and she lets out a long, exasperated groan. "Urrrgh! Twilight!" She looks off into the distance. "Sure, let's hear what Twilight has to say. Let's get Twilight to solve our problems. Let's go away with Twilight for two weeks on a friggin' world tour. Let's-"
Gilda stops. She's looking away from you, and when you try to circle around her to look her in the eye, she turns away again. She raises her fist and holds it in front of a nearby wall. For a moment, it looks like she'd going to punch a hole through the back of the building... but she lowers her hand. She lets out a sharp, whimpering sniff.
Gilda's crying. Or just trying very hard not to.
You've never seen her cry, and she definitely doesn't want you to see her crying now, from the way she turns her head.
So... Twilight Sparkle. Gilda has a problem with Twilight. And why wouldn't she? No pony has occupied more of your time than Twilight, ever since you came to Equestria. Twilight's role as Princess of Friendship made her the natural choice to forge a bond of friendship with the strange newcomer. Twilight found you a place to live. She worked with Pinkie Pie to make sure you were introduced to everyone in town. She checks up on you often, and - yes - every once in a while she drags you away from Ponyville to be shown off or studied as the only member of your species in the world.
And - even though Gilda probably doesn't know about this part - Twilight is openly skeptical about your relationship with Gilda. You've cringed as Twilight has told you that you don't need to let Gilda "push you around." She's offered to "help" if you want Gilda out of your life. And no matter how much you try to explain that she's totally misreading the situation, she keeps offering to help. Patiently, and without judgment. She's a good friend.
And you can't blame her for having doubts about Gilda. If Gilda treated you the way she treated everyone else, she'd be the worst girlfriend imaginable. No one but you gets to see what Gilda is like when she lets her guard down. When she feels safe. No one but you knows what it feels like to be cuddled by a gorgeous, womanly tower of muscle, feeling her strong, gentle arms wrap around you, luxuriating in the feel of her soft fur on your bare skin. Her tongue circling your ear slowly as her hand caresses you. The thick, round tip of her cock, wet with pre, pressing into the small your back...
Well, maybe Twilight doesn't need to know Gilda that well. But Twilight is worried about you, and Gilda - whether she can sense Twilight's feelings or not - must feel threatened by her. Gilda is still turned away from you, and you hear her mumble. "...friggin Princess of Friendship..." she mutters, "...can't compete with that..."
You put your hand on Gilda's arm. "Hey," you say to her. There's firmness in your voice that surprises even you. "Twilight is my friend, Gilda. But I don't love her. I love you."
Before today, it never seemed like it was the right time to say it. In a relationship like yours, the "L" word seemed like it might break the spell entirely. Gilda is a living, breathing, beautiful titan - but in a lot of ways, she's fragile. You didn't want to give her another reason to feel like she might get hurt. But now... it's too important to leave it unsaid.
"I love you, Gilda."
She doesn't move for a moment. You see her shoulders tense as she draws a deep, sniffling breath through her beak. And then she's all over you, sweeping you up in her arms. Her rock-solid biceps press you into her soft tits, and they squeeze you tighter than you're used to. Still just a fraction of Gilda's full strength, but compared to her normal hugs it's desperate and grasping. She takes a few deep breaths, and her enormous chest rises and falls against your body.
"Dude," she says. You might not get much more than that - you certainly don't expect to hear her say "I love you" anytime soon- but you're just glad you made her feel better. She sets you down and looks at you. Her eyes are watering, but she's smiling. "Like I said, dude... you're too good to me."
And then she slips a hand under her shirt and begins to lift it over her head. Her giant, furry brown tits bounce out from their enclosure - first the left, then the right - exposing thick pink nipples. "Woah!" you yelp, "Shouldn't we go back to my place first?"
Gilda chuckles. "Aw, come on, dweeb," she says, looking around. "Who's gonna see?" She kneels, bringing her tits to the level of your face. "Besides, if there's something dangerous around... I'll keep you safe."
You can't really argue with that. Whatever made the ponies clear out, there's a pretty good chance Gilda could beat it if she went toe-to-toe. "All right," you say, smiling. "Let me at them bird titties." You lean forward, burying your face in her boobs. You breathe in the smell of her fur. Rich, and strong, but feminine, deep in the darkness of her cleavage. You reach your hands out and find her nipples with your fingers, tracing circles around them as Gilda coos appreciatively.
"You know I'm only half bird, right?" says Gilda. "And my tits aren't even part of the bird half."
You lift your head from her cleavage. "I know," you say. "But I just think of you as my beautiful little songbird, Gilda." You wrap your lips around Gilda's left nipple, and you suck and lick at the bare skin, pressing your face into the pillowy flesh.
"You dork," says Gilda. She leans into you, almost burying you in the massive mounds of her breasts. "You know I'm - mmmMm - not a fuckin' songbird."
It's true. Gilda's bird half is a fearsome predator, with lungs designed to let out ear-shattering screeches. But her inability to sing is something you can tease her about without hurting her feelings, so you come back to it every now and then. "No, it's true," you say, popping your lips off of her nipple, "As soon as I figure out how to build a cage that can hold your huge, powerful body..." You run your hand down the ridge of her chest, feeling the abdominals beneath her furry skin. "...I'm going to lock you up so I can hear your beautiful song whenever I want." You dive back in, nibbling gently at her fat nipple and listening to her rising moans. Her body is so huge that your arms can't really reach her junk from where you're standing, so you lift one foot and gently grope around with it. Eventually, you find the underside of her ballsack, and you use the top of your foot to stroke it as best you can. Precum begins to flow, dripping over the top of your shoes.
Gilda takes hold of your shoulders and pushes you away. "Dude," she says, "I am so glad there's no one around." She grabs the fabric of her tiny shorts and pulls them down. Her balls, not quite as big as her tits but still wonderfully big and bouncy, come free as she steps out of her shorts and tosses them onto the ground beside her discarded shirt. Now fully nude, she towers over you, grinning. "Because I am so ready to fuck you right now." Her cock is emerging from her sheath, and you're entranced, but more than a little frightened of its size. Not to mention you are technically still in public...
You laugh nervously. "We really should get back to my place if you're gonna-"
"No, dude," she says, drawing closer. "I want it out in the open. I want everyone to know. You're mine, and I'm yours."
"Well, like you said, there's nobody here to see, so..."
"So what's the problem?" asks Gilda, grinning. She sweeps you up with one hand. "Come on, it's fine," she says. "Now let me unwrap my present." As her hand cradles your ass, she hooks a talon underneath your shirt with her other hand, and begins to undress you. "Mmm," she mutters, staring at your body. "Beautiful." One your shirt is off, she opens her beak and licks your chest. As she holds your body, her tongue runs along your skin, meandering down your belly to the waist of your pants. Her tongue doesn't possess the godlike strength of her arms, but it's still powerful. More than strong enough - and long enough - to creep underneath your pants and slather your stiff cock with her saliva. Her warm, wet tongue envelops the head of your cock as her talons begin to unbutton your pants.
You groan as her tongue embraces you. Your pants come off, and for completeness' sake, Gilda pops your shoes off too, leaving you totally naked. You've never felt like your naked body was anything special, but Gilda loves it. When she's over at your place, she'll strip you down at a moment's notice, just to look at you. In some way you can't fully understand, your body is as beautiful to her as hers is to you.
With your clothes gone, Gilda lays her tongue over the whole length of your cock and curls its wet, muscular surface around your shaft. This is one of the benefits of Gilda being so big. Blowjobs weren't an option in the early days of your relationship. Not for you, anyway - Gilda has a beak where most women would have lips. But once she got big, her tongue became long enough to reach out and stimulate your cock all on its own. It's even bigger now, and its tip flicks at your balls as she moves its slick surface up and down the length of your dick. She curls her tongue tighter around you, and its strength is astonishing.
"Fffuck, Gilda." You feel your cock twitching. "Your tongue... God, it feels like my cock is buried inside your pussy right now." Gilda is too busy to speak, but she chuckles at that, and she sends pulses of motion through her tongue, constricting and releasing your cock. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Her motions become quick, greedy and desperate. She wants you to cum. Now. She wants you to shoot your cum onto her tongue so that she can lap it up and swallow it down.
You try to hold out, but Gilda, as always, is overwhelming. Her buff arm supports your body effortlessly. Her tongue surrounds your cock. Her scent permeates the air, filling your nostrils with her chimeric musk. Bird and beast, male and female, surrounding you. She's your whole world right now - and that phrase takes on a much more literal meaning when you're talking about a woman who's so damn big. Your body can't help but give her what she wants.
You cum, your twitching cock releasing jets of cum onto the surface of her tongue. Her tongue darts back into her mouth, to drink up your seed, then returns for another taste. When your orgasm dies down, she licks you clean and pulls your naked body to her chest, nuzzling you with the white downy feathers of her neck. She's never more affectionate than right after sex, and today is proving to be a good day for affection. "Did that feel good?" she asks.
"Mm-hmm."
"All right, let's get you home," she says, still holding you against her. "This was fun, but I want a little privacy when I sex up your butthole."
You laugh, and your breath rustles her feathers.
"Uh, dude," she says, "Maybe I have gotten bigger. Was Twilight always this small?"
She lowers the arm that's holding you, and you turn your head to see what she's talking about. There's a tiny, hovering Twilight Sparkle, maybe a foot tall, floating in front of Gilda. "Hello!" chirps the little Twilight. "Please evacuate the town! I'll lead you to the approved evacuation route."
"Twilight?" you ask.
"I'm not actually Twilight Sparkle! I'm a hard light projection with a simple artificial intelligence, created through Twilight's magic. My purpose today is to guide people to safety."
"Hard light projection, huh?" You scratch your chin thoughtfully. "Can I call you Hardlight Sparkle?"
"I don't possess a sense of self," says Hardlight, "And have no preference. I'll respond to any name you assign to me."
"Neato," you say. You look up at Gilda, who's rolling her eyes at the tiny illusory princess. Its resemblance to Twilight seems to be bringing down her good mood. "So why do we need to evacuate?"
"Twilight did not fully understand the nature of the crisis when she created me," says Hardlight, "so I can't provide much detail. There is a large creature coming from the southeast. It has caused significant damage to structures on the outskirts of Ponyville."
"Is Twilight fighting it?"
"Twilight's plan is to confront the creature when she's confident that the evacuation is going smoothly. That was fifteen minutes ago, so it's possible she has not yet engaged with the creature."
"Hey, I've got a question," says Gilda. She pokes the little princess. "Since Twilight made you, do you know why she's such a bitch to me?" You choke back a yelp. You want to try and defuse the situation, but since it's not really Twilight... maybe it won't be so bad?
Hardlight takes on a thoughtful look before responding. "That question is beyond the scope of my knowledge," she says, "but I have identified it as a friendship problem. Would you like to participate in a beta test of my automated friendship problem solving function?"
You and Gilda exchange a look, both of you holding back laughter. "Uh, sure," says Gilda.
Hardlight's brow furrows in concentration. "Processing," she says, in a flat tone. "Processing. Processing. Processing." A sympathetic look snaps onto her face suddenly, and she looks at Gilda. "Have you tried talking to her?"
Gilda raises an eyebrow, waiting for Hardlight to continue talking. But that seems to be all she has to say. "Uh..." says Gilda.
Hardlight cuts her off before she can form a thought. "Please rate your experience on a scale of one to five!" she chirps.
Gilda reaches her hand out and grabs Hardlight, who does indeed seem to be more than just an illusion. Gilda's talons close around her tiny body, holding her in place. "Hey," says Gilda, "You're not, like, a real person, right? You can't feel pain or whatever?"
"I cannot feel pain," says Hardlight. Her cheery, professional tone is undiminished. "And I meet only two of the seven qualifications for personhood under the formal definitions laid out by the Artificial Intelligence Research division of the Canterlot Magical Academy."
"Okay," says Gilda, pulling her arm way, way back. "So it's cool if I do this." With a smooth, powerful motion, she hurls Hardlight over the nearby rooftops. The little purple princess sails out of sight.
"Ahh," says Gilda, pulling your body a little closer. "That felt good."
"Well, I'm glad you're having fun," you say, "But we probably should get out of town while we can."
"What," scoffs Gilda, "You don't trust me to keep you safe?"
"Of course I do. But you don't have to risk your own neck to keep me safe. Just fly me out of here."
Gilda sighs. It sounds like she really wanted to show off for you - and hell, you wouldn't mind seeing your huge, beautiful bird pound a timberwolf into splinters. But you don't know what she would be up against, and if it's scary enough to make Twilight order an evacuation... maybe she's not a match for it.
Gilda unfurls her wings, casting a wide shadow over the ground, and lifts off into the sky, still holding you in the grip of her curled arm. It's incredible to you that someone so big can suddenly become lighter than air. Most forms of magic don't fill you with awe anymore, but being carried by Gilda in graceful flight never loses its thrill.
As you soar over the rooftops, you turn your glance east, away from the afternoon sun, and sure enough, there's the monster, plodding towards the center of the town. It's made of huge, rectangular stones, like someone took apart Stonehenge and stacked it into the rough shape of a person. Its chest is a hollow circle of stone... but when it turns its "head" to look directly at you, the inside of the circle flares to swirling, blue life.
A portal? is the thought that comes to your mind. You don't have much time to develop the thought, because it bends its knees, still looking straight at you, and pushes off from the ground, propelling itself in your direction. Its hand is outstretched towards you, its three huge, stony fingers ready to grasp you.
"Gilda!" you shout. She was flying in the opposite direction of the monster, with her eyes forward - but at the sound of your terrified scream, she twists her body around. With reflexes you suppose you have to describe as catlike, she whips her free arm around and strikes the monster's hand with her elbow. The force of the impact throws her out her of planned trajectory, and she does her best to guide the both of you down into a safe landing. You touch down near the town hall, Gilda landing hard on both paws. The force would have been bone-breaking for a normal person, but Gilda handles it just fine, and her body softens the impact enough that you're merely rattled.
The monster lands a couple hundred yards away, and it seems to have come out better than Gilda did... until it tries to reach its arm for you again. Its forearm is cracked from the impact of Gilda's elbow, and the weight of its hand is too much for the weakened stone. The forearm breaks, spilling powdered rock from the wound, and its hand falls to the ground.
The monster stares at its broken arm with its faceless head-stone, its posture conveying disbelief. Once it gets over its confusion, it shuffles its body around, moving stones from its chest to create a new hand for itself. The portal in its chest, now composed of fewer stones, is smaller than before, maybe six feet across. The monster stomps the ground, and positions itself to charge at Gilda.
Gilda sets you on the ground. "Get somewhere safe," she says, patting your ass. She poses like a linebacker, ready to meet the monster's charge. You don't want to leave Gilda alone, but... against a monster made of rock, you're not going to be much help to her.
You run in the opposite direction, glancing back at Gilda. The monster closes the distance in seconds, and you cringe as it knocks Gilda to the ground. She wrestles against it, and directs a punch into the side of its chest. Trying to rupture the portal, maybe. Assuming that she even thinks its a portal. Her guess is as good as yours.
But the monster contorts its chest, and Gilda's hands sinks into the hollow, swirling blue. And it is a portal, from the look of it - her arm sinks into the monster's empty midsection, but doesn't seem to come out the other side. Gilda screeches and withdraws her arm. It's singed, and smoke rises off her blackened fur.
The monster seizes the moment and leaps off of Gilda. It's looking at you now. You think about how fast it was, when it charged at Gilda. You can't possibly outrun it, but you sure as hell have to try. Turning your eyes forward, you spot a building you can duck behind, if you can make it in time. You sprint, your heart pounding in your chest.
A deafening whump sounds out just behind you, making you fall to the ground, and for a moment you assume it's the sound of the monster crushing your body into paste. But when you turn, its hand is grasping, straining to reach you, just inches from your ankle. And Gilda, panting, is kneeling on its legs, pinning it to the ground with her weight.
"No," she bellows. She raises her fist, positioning it over the back of the monster's knee joint. The air around Gilda is hazy, as if she's giving off heat. "You are not taking him from me," she says, and you swear you see the muscles in her trembling arm grow. Not just flex - they grow right before your eyes. "Not today. Not right after he-" Her voice wavers.
You realize that all of Gilda is growing before your eyes. Not by much, compared to her previous stature - maybe three or four inches of height, and proportional muscle all through her body - but it's astonishing to watch her body bulge with strength and size and power. "He is my treasure," says Gilda, and she brings her fist down on the monster's leg. She was strong enough to crack the stone before, but now she pulverizes it, kicking up a cloud of slate-gray powder that used to be the monster's leg.
The monster is struggling underneath her still, and she reaches out and grabs its neck, careful not to brush her hand against the swirling blue in its chest. She wraps her arm around its neck and begins squeezing, sending powder raining down onto her bicep as cracks begin to spiderweb across its surface.
And then a ball of shimmering purple, trailing a rainbow, smacks into the monster's head, knocking it clean from its body. The monster goes limp, its portal sputtering into nothing... and then it completely falls apart, as if it were never anything more than lifeless stone.
"Are you all right?" yells Twilight's voice, from the far side of the town square. She disappears in a flash of purple and reappears next to you, then leans down and picks you up off the ground. You assure her that you're fine. She seems a little taken aback by your nudity.
Gilda lets the monster's neck fall from her arm, and glares at Twilight. "Sorry," says Twilight, looking embarrassed. "It looked like you were winning, but... I just thought I'd help out." Gilda snorts.
"I heard what you were saying," says Twilight. "You were fighting to protect him. You care about him."
Gilda turns her gaze to the side, unwilling to look anyone in the eye. "Gilda," says Twilight, "I've been trying to keep him safe. It's my job as a Princess, and my responsibility as a friend. And I thought I needed to keep him safe from you. But I was wrong about you, and I'm sorry."
Rainbow Dash descends from the sky and lands next to Gilda. "See, what did I tell you, Twilight!" she says, patting Gilda on the back. "These two are good for each other."
Twilight sighs. "I'm glad I was wrong about you, Gilda. I know I'm not the most... accepting person when it comes to people I've butted heads with in the past. But I want you to feel welcome here in Ponyville. And I don't want to stand in the way of your happiness."
Gilda draws and releases a long, thoughtful breath. "Apology accepted," she says. "You wanna give me back my boyfriend now?"
You see Rainbow Dash grin, and Twilight breaks out in a small, cautious smile as you walk over to Gilda. She puts her arm around you - not protectively, just affectionately - and you lean into her body, confirming for yourself that yes, she is definitely bigger now. "So," says Gilda, "What was that thing that knocked off the monster's head?"
"Oh!" says Twilight, brightening, "That's a collaborative maneuver that Dash and I have been working on, utilizing a spherical force field to protect her body as she uses her speed to ram into a target! We call it the 'Especially Fast Ball.'"
"The name's a work in progress," says Dash, rolling her eyes.
Gilda drops you on the doorstep. "So," she says, sighing with exhaustion. "Are you glad you dragged me out of the house?"
"Kind of." You laugh as you step into your house, and collapse onto the couch. You normally wouldn't sit on it naked, but it's been a long day. Gilda stoops through the doorframe, managing to only damage it a little despite her increased size. She lowers herself gently onto the side of the couch that she already crushed earlier today, and puts her arm around you.
"Thanks for coming along," you say, leaning into her. "And thanks for saving my life from a rock monster."
"Don't mention it," she says. Her hand begins to stroke your thigh.
"Gilda." You sigh. "I know why you've been getting bigger." Her hand freezes. "I did some reading on the inherent magic of griffons." You hear Gilda grumbling, but you press on. "Sometimes, when griffons are in dangerous environments and they form a... mating pair, the stronger of the two will begin to grow in size and muscle mass, in order to protect their mate."
"It's rare, in peaceful times," you say, reciting what you learned from Twilight's book. "But it can still be triggered when a griffon... develops strong feelings for someone, and believes them to be in danger."
Gilda rubs her forehead. "C'mon, dude. Don't-"
"Ever since we've been together, you've thought that I was in danger. Because you think the ponies of this town don't trust outsiders. You think they'll turn on me as soon as I give them an excuse. And you want to protect me." You put your hand on her chin and turn her head to face you. You don't actually have the strength to move her body against her will, so it's clear that she's not resisting. "You don't have to be scared for me, Gilda. The ponies here are nice. Weirdly nice, compared the the people of my world. And they'll accept you too if you open up to them."
Gilda's head droops. "You're right," she says. "I just... I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if..." she sighs. "I'm sorry. All that worrying..." she runs a hand over her thick bicep. "I kinda turned myself into a freak..."
You stand from the couch. "Hey now," you says sternly. "Let me make one thing clear: your enormous, buff body is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. And seeing you get bigger was incredibly sexy. Actually, let me just..." You walk over to your bookshelf, and pantomime the act of taking a book and opening it up. "Let me read you a few passages from Fantasies I Have Had About Gilda."
Gilda raises an eyebrow, but keeps listening.
"Number one. Gilda is thirty feet tall. She inserts my entire body into her pussy." Gilda laughs. "Number two. Same size as previous. Gilda drops me into her shorts before she goes for a jog, pinning me against her sweaty nutsack for hours."
Gilda is laughing harder now. "You fuckin' perv."
"Number three. Gilda is the size of Canterlot Castle. By suspending large sheets of fabric between her breasts, I establish permanent residence in her cleavage. Number four. Gilda grows several inches while defending me from a rock monster. She takes me home and fucks my ass raw." You raise your head from the imaginary book, wearing an expression of mock surprise. Then you smile, throw the imaginary book over your shoulder, and back towards the bedroom, beckoning her towards you. She chuckles, shaking her head, and follows.
As she enters the bedroom, you toss her the jar of lubricant you received from the herbalist. As her cock slides out from her sheath, drooling pre, she dabs a finger in the jar and runs it along the rim of her cockhead and down its shaft, coating her dick. She takes another dab, sets down the jar, and picks you up with her other hand. With her lubed fingers, she reaches into your asscrack and rubs the lube around your entrance, circling it gently. You shiver at her touch, and you feel the lube tingle as its magic takes effect. She's big - bigger than ever - but the lube makes your ass relax. You can take her. It'll be a tight fit, but... well, that's what both of you want.
Finally, she grasps your hips with both hands, and holds you upright over her lengthening cock. You see what she plans to do now: she's not going to lay you down on the bed, she's going to hold you in her hands and pump you up and down on her cock. She draws you in for a kiss and jams her tongue into your mouth, filling it with warm, wet flesh. Her cock goes wild, painting your bare ass with jets of precum, and soon it's grown enough that it begins to press into the crack of your ass. Gilda holds you steady, her tongue thrashing in your mouth, as her cock invades your cheeks. The thick, flared head parks itself at your entrance, and you try to picture its size relative to your butthole. Without magical lube, it would be obvious at a glance that Gilda could never fit inside you now. But as Gilda breaks the kiss and lowers your hips, you feel your slicked-up asshole spread, permitting her cock to burrow into you. The precum shoots into you now, in hot, thick jets, and that also assists Gilda's entry. The process of cumflation doesn't start in earnest until she really shoots her load inside of you, but her cock's outpouring of precum allows your body to stretch a little bit more.
"Oh fuuuck," you moan. "Gilda, you're huge." Your ass is stretching well enough, but the strain is still there. Your body still fights against the invader that's digging deeper and deeper into you, widening more and more of your insides. Shocks of pain shoots through you with each movement, and you grit your teeth. Looking down, you can't get a clear idea of how much is inside you. It feels like it has a be a full foot of Gilda inside you, and you haven't even gotten past the medial ring... Does that add up? You aren't sure.
You reach out with both arms, and grab onto Gilda's forearms. You rub her fur, feeling the thick, powerful muscle underneath. Hard as marble, but flexing with smooth, gentle movement as she lowers your body down, spearing you inch by slow, careful inch. You feel your ass bump against her medial ring, and you take a deep breath. Shit is about to get serious.
"How're you doin'?" asks Gilda.
You meet her eyes. Her gaze is hungry, but also concerned. Loving. "I'm all right," you say.
"Is it all right if I speed things up?"
"Oh boy," you say. You want to look eager, but you feel uncertainty creeping over you. You flex the muscles of your ass, tightening around her cock, and she draws in a sharp breath. It doesn't feel too bad down there. You think you can take it. You want to take it. You want to be fucked. Speared on her cock, opened wide and filled up. "Go for it."
Gilda laughs, making her body shake. The movement rattles her cock around in your ass, and the sensation briefly fills you with second thoughts. "Dude," says Gilda, "I may have fought a rock monster today, but you are much braver than me. But if you're sure... I won't hold back." You nod, and she shakes her head slowly. "I don't deserve you, dweeb," she says, "But I'll hold onto you as long as I can. You're my treasure."
Those words are - for now at least - her version of "I love you." And she punctuates them - how else? - by lifting your hips up, up, and up along the lube-slicked length of her shaft and slamming you down, bringing your ass past the barrier of her medial ring. Your upper body pitches forward, and your face hits the soft, pillowy mounds of her tits. They jiggle with the force of the impact as your face sinks between them, and her deep cleavage absorbs the long, pained moan you release. Pain shoots through you, but it blossoms into excruciating pleasure. Your cock is twitching and leaking precum, in a pale imitation of Gilda' meaty pole. There's pressure against every inch of your insides, and you feel her cock distending your belly from the inside. An observer would be able to see the shape of its flared head through your skin. That wouldn't have been possible in your world, but it was just one of the many advantages of dating a magical creature with a giant dick.
Now that you're on the bottom half of her cock, Gilda begins thrusting - or rather, lifting your body and bringing it down in quick strokes. Her hips buck a little with each motion, but you're the one doing most of the moving, courtesy of Gilda's pistoning arms. Your body judders each time she slams herself into you, and the wet schlicking of her cock entering and exiting you serves as a reminder of just how much meat you're taking right now. Your prostate is taking an ungodly pounding, and there's no way you're going to hold out much longer.
"I'm gonna cum," you groan.
Gilda's expression had gone distant and dreamy as she speared you over and over, using your body like a sex toy, but she rises from her stupor at the sound of your voice. "You earned it, dude," she says, as if withholding permission could possibly stop you from cumming right now. "Hell, I'm right behind you. Go ahead and -unf - paint my tits with your cum."
She batters your ass with quick, shallow strokes, and you go over the edge. Cum rockets from your cock, easily hitting the underside of her boobs, staining her fur white. As your cock twitches with aftershocks, your ass tightens around Gilda's shaft. She takes advantage of the opportunity and thrusts harder and faster into you, hammering your ass with earth-shaking force. You feel like the impacts are pushing more cum out of your cock, making your orgasm go on and on as she pistons her shaft into you. Even though your ass is tighter than ever, you feel her going deeper, her thick, throbbing cock probing more and more of your body.
"Fuck," says Gilda, "I'm gonna cum, dude. I'm gonna make you so big, bloat you like a fuckin' balloon."
Your orgasm has died down to a tickle at this point, just oozing droplets that flick onto her tits as the motion of your body makes your stiff cock bounce. It's not easy to speak, with your vision dimmed and your head swimming, but you manage. "Cum in me," you say, "I want you to fill me up."
She bottoms out inside you, and her hips thwap against you. At long last, it's too much for her, and you hear her screech as the first pump - the first geyser - of cum hits your insides. The flow of hot griffon jizz is powerful, and near-constant, her cock spraying seed like a hole in a submarine's hull. You feel yourself bloat, and the stretching of your belly is uncomfortable for a moment - but then cumflation does its work, and your body becomes a ready vessel for Gilda's liquid love. You sigh with pleasure as Gilda pumps you full of her seed, and your belly grows and grows with each fresh gallon.
But as relaxed as you feel, Gilda still hasn't come down. Each burst of cum draws a gasp from her lungs, and your house shakes as her orgasm brings her to her knees. She hugs your body to hers, and your soft, cum-bloated gut molds itself to the imprint of her body as she holds you close, still filling your ass. Her hands leave your hips, so that your body is supported by nothing but her pulsing cock, and begin to knead your belly. Gilda loves to admire her handiwork - she likes to fill you, make you big, and play with your soft, bloated body. She presses her hands into your flesh and feels the way her cum makes you grow.
Her orgasm begins to fade, and she falls backwards onto your bed, crushing its legs and sending splinters of wood skidding across the floor. You're still speared on her cock, firmly stuck in place, as her last few jets of cum shoot into you.
"Y'r beautiful," she mumbles, lying beneath you. "So big and soft..." Her hands run along the surface of your massive cum-gut. You smile, happy that you can be beautiful and special to her in the same way she is to you. He breathing becomes soft and relaxed, and you can tell she's drifting into sleep. It's been a long day for her. For both of you.
As you join her in slumber, one last thought skims across the surface of your conscious mind. There's no such thing as a perfect relationship. But some of them are good enough to fight for.
Author's Note
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