
Sweaty, shiny and oiled up. She moved her hips in a long, slow circle, tracing her bulging cheeks in the air, feeling how much extra resistance all the extra mass was giving her. She reached back, feeling her hand sink in and sucking in a breath around a faint squeak of arousal. Her ass was getting so much more sensitive the bigger she grew. She was at war with herself, between wanting to live out the full fantasy and popping off her garters and panties and shredding her stockings before she finally gave in, but it felt so damned good she wasn’t sure she’d make it.
Still, she swiveled, rubbing her bloated thighs together to alleviate at least a little bit of the pressure. Her right garter gave, the hook tearing loose from her panties and leaving a hanging ribbon and a scrap of lace. She giggled to herself, as the oil worked its magic. She’d only get to grow like this once, after all. She resolved to wait, relishing the feeling of her sodden, oil-soaked panties and the lone remaining garter digging deep into her skin, smiling and laughing and exulting in the pleasure of being so big.