“It feels good, right? Nice and soft?” She asked. There was only a needy cry in response, and she grinned. She added a little extra twist, moving her thighs in an alternating rhythm as his cock sank between them, in heavenly, lightly-wet softness. “I know it does. You’ve been drooling over these legs for so long. Are they everything you imagined?” Another moan, hands sinking into her. She licked her lips. It was mean to keep teasing him, but he certainly seemed to be enjoying it. “You’ve been watching them get bigger, thicker, softer, huh? Did you like seeing me swell up?” His cock was twitching now, between her thighs. He was putty in her–well, not hands, exactly.
“Oh, I know you did,” she said, her voice almost rumbling, a pleasant, almost hypnotic purr. “You liked watching me get thicker, you liked watching me get taller. You liked what these hormones have been doing to me,” she said, and he was nodding against her back. She was stretching slightly, taller, her body soft, her socks rolling down slightly under an onslaught of jiggling, creamy thigh. His cock, not small to begin with, was lost between them, utterly hidden from view no matter how hard he thrusted. “You’ve been dreaming of this, right? Of having that nice, big cock hidden between my nice, big legs?” He was close now, she could feel it, from the way his breath was shallow, rapid against her back. “Go on, come between them. Make me bigger.” She felt a gush between her legs, and then a second one. She felt every ounce of his pleasure, as he shrank, his cock sliding wetly, rock-hard, down further as she grew taller, her swimsuit tightening against her expanding body. “…Aahhhhh, nice,” she cooed. Then, a touch more forcefully, “Now do it again.”