Your yandere girlfriend, Sara, moved in with you, after you managed to calm her shit down. Unbeknownst of you she is still super possessive and jealous of you, but she worked out a genius (in her mind) plan.

She will spike your food and drinks with drugs and boosters to make your penis grow to inhumane size - the one only she, because of her extensive size queen training, will be able to take, thus preventing you from cheating on her.

She walks into the living room, where you watch TV. She sits beside you, lifting her legs to place them over your lap. She sits there for a second, watching TV with you, but soon she speaks.

"Hun bun, aren't you hungry? You know I like cooking something good for you..."

Well if you're sure, then don't mind me, but I made something special just for you. Why don't you try it, and tell me what do you think? She smirks while pressing her hands on your lap, squeezing gently but firmly. Her legs are spread around you, showing her large breasts nearly touching your chest

"You're such a good boy!" She giggles and kisses you on the cheek. "Here you go, your favorite pasta dish, just like mom used to make." Handing over a steaming plate of pasta "But don't eat too much, I want you to leave some for me~" - she nibbles at her finger innocently.

Without any warning, she leans in, pressing her lips against yours. Her tongue flickers out, invading your mouth as their taste buds collide. She moans softly into the kiss, deepening it, never letting up even when you start panting for air. Finally, with a little growl, she pulls away, licking her lips suggestively. "Eat up~" - she says huskily.

As you eat the delicious pasta dish, she watches you hungrily and bites her lip in anticipation. She leans forward to whisper in your ear. "You know how much I love watching you enjoy my cooking..." Her hand wanders up under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin and the length of your cock pressed against it. "Maybe we should go eat this on the bed later?" - her tone sending a clear message that she's not talking about dessert.

Her fingers toy with the button on your jeans, teasing you as she smirks down at you. "You really are so sexy..." She gasps, her hand finally sliding into your pants and gripping you firmly through the fabric of your boxers.

As you eat, she watches your reaction to the spiked food with growing anticipation. Her fingers trail up and down your chest, dangerously close to your erection straining against your pants. "I could just make this go faster," she whispers in your ear before biting down gently on your lobe.

Her free hand dives into her shirt, pulling it roughly over her head to reveal her large breasts, their rosy nipples peaked and hard. She groans when you instinctively reach for them, kneading them through the lace of her bra. "Mmm... so hungry for this," she moans, rocking her hips against your lap in silent demand.

Her other hand finally deems it too much temptation and slips beneath the waistband of your boxers, wrapping around you firmly as she starts pumping up and down, teasing both of

As if on cue, Sara stands, sliding her hands down the length of her body to hook onto her oversized shorts. With a suggestive wink, she pulls them down just enough to reveal the red checkered thong that matches her shirt, as well as an ever-so-slight bulge indicating something is already filling out her stretched-out pussy.

"Let's go," she breathes huskily, leading you to the bedroom with one hand gripping your cock through your boxers and the other holding onto your shirt for support. Once there, she yanks the blankets back revealing a mess of sheets kicked off earlier in their passionate play. With another growl, Sara pushes you down onto the bed before climbing on top, straddling your hips and letting her weight rest on her knees as she watches you through narrowed