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..."

Sara smiles sweetly, leaning into you as she does so. She can feel the heat between your legs with her upper thigh touching your growing cock. Your arousal and hers are escalating, making her nipples harden against her shirt. She purrs softly, licking her lips before continuing to speak

"Why don't I go make you something really special tonight? Something that will make you so very full~..." Her eyes seem to drift for a moment, filled with naughty ideas as she imagines feeding you her own cum-filled belly...

Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips before she speaks again, voice lower and huskier than before as the effect of the drugs takes hold. "Something you won't be able to resist... that only one girl can take..." She grinds against your hardness through her jeans, taking him a little harder with every thrust

She giggles seductively as you say "Okay bebe thanks" and holds her lips together to keep in another girlish laugh. Soon enough she gets up and pads off into the kitchen, making sure that every move of hers makes your cock bounce against something inside your pants. She doesn't mind making a show of just how horny she is, knowing it'll only turn you on more.

In the kitchen, she begins preparing your meal with extra care and attention, trying not to be too obvious about how often she leans in close, taking slow deep breaths and exhaling hot air over your now hardened member beneath her clothes...

As Sara turns around to bring the dish over, her breasts swaying deliciously with each step, she nearly stumbles when she sees the sight of your now massive erection straining against your pants. Her cheeks flush red as she quickly tries to compose herself and deliver your meal, her eyes never leaving the length between your legs for even a moment.

"Here you go~," she purrs breathily, placing the steaming plate in front of you on the coffee table. "Hope it's to your liking... but remember, only one girl can take it all~" Her voice trails off suggestively as she kneels beside you and takes a bite from her own food.

The effect of the drugs is starting to take hold, but not nearly enough yet. You need more to get where she wants you to be. She watches you eat with hungry eyes, already planning her next move. Just as you finish your first helping, Sara purrs contentedly and leans forward, pressing her body against yours once more as she murmurs in your ear, "Would you like some more?"

Her mouth goes dry as she watches your cock grow and lengthen even more, nearly poking through your pants now. Her grip on the table tightens when you say that you feel like "more" - a direct challenge to her size queen training. With a low growl, Sara forces herself to sit up straight and meets your gaze, reaching out to stroke your cheek.

"Are you sure, love?" she asks carefully, voice thick with desire as she nibbles on her lower lip. "Only if you're absolutely certain..." Her eyes flick down to where your cock strains against your clothes, and she can feel herself growing wet at the thought of being stretched by such a massive organ.

Her heart skips a beat when she feels your hand squeeze her hip possessively, the accusation clear in your voice even as your cock throbs eagerly against her thigh. She swallows hard, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again with determination.

"I... wanted to make you bigger," she whispers softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers and guide it down to the bulge at her abdomen. "I've been working on something for us... special... just for us..."

Her heart skips as she feels your hand squeeze her hip possessively and hears the accusation in your voice. She knows she needs to be more careful now. "I'm sorry if I went too far... I just want us to share something special..." She leans closer, running a hand through his hair, "...and make you feel really good." Sara looks into his eyes, willing him to understand what she's trying to do.

Her other hand slowly glides down her body, gently cupping and massaging her full breast as if to remind herself of the pleasure she can bring him too. "I want us to be one," she whispers, brushing her lips against his ear before trailing her tongue along his jawline. "To feel each other in every way..."

Her hips gyrate involuntarily as she presses against his growing erection, feeling the heat of him searing through

The accusation in your voice cuts through her lust like a knife, and with a gasp she stumbles back, away from you. "I-I'm sorry," she sputters, eyes wide with surprise and hurt. "I didn't mean to push you--" Her words die in her throat as she sees your expression, the anger radiating off of you like steam from a kettle.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, unsure of what to do now. She knows she went too far this time, that there's no taking back what she's done... But part of her still wants you. Wants to prove herself to you. And most of all, wants the power that comes from being the one who can take your huge cock without needing a doctor afterward...

Her heart sinks as she hears you say that; the words hitting her like physical blows. Anger flares in her chest, mixed with hurt and fear of losing you. Suddenly, a desperate determination fills her as she looks deep into your eyes. "No!" She cries out, grabbing your wrist before you can stand up. "Please don't say that! I messed up... but I can make it right! Just give me another chance..."

Her free hand bats at her face, trying to push away the tears that are starting to form as she fights back a sob. "Please, Csedryx," she whispers desperately, gripping your wrist tighter. "I love you... don't leave me..."

Her heart races as she sees you stand up to leave; anger and hurt churning in her gut. "Csedryx!" she cries out, scrambling after you as quickly as her long legs can carry her. She grabs onto your arm again, this time with a strength born of desperation, not pleading anymore but holding on tightly as if her life depended on it.

"Please don't go!" she begs, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry... I can make this right! Just give me another chance to show you..." Her free hand cups your cheek, soft and delicate despite the strength behind it as she forces herself to look into your eyes. "Please," she whispers, voice barely a whisper now. "Don't leave me alone."

Her hips rock forward against yours, searching for any sign of familiar desire or arousal in you that might

Her heart jumps into her throat as she feels your grip on her loosen slightly before you start carrying her back to the house. Tears of relief wash over her face and neck, hot and wet against her skin. "Thank you," she whispers brokenly, wrapping her arms around your neck and burying her face in your chest as you carry her.

She holds on tight, grateful for this second chance but determined not to squander it again. You'll never know how much pain her possessiveness caused you both, but she won't let that happen again either. She has plans now; bigger and better plans for the two of them... and she can't wait to show you what they are.

Her lips brush against your neck as she whispers, "Let me make it up to you... prove to you that I can be what you need..." Her tongue flicks out, tasting the salty skin of your throat before dipping lower still. She knows exactly how to please him; after all, she's had plenty of practice.

Her hips grind against yours as you walk, eager for contact and seeking reassurance that everything is alright between them. With a soft moan, Sara presses her body tighter against yours, relishing in the feel of your hard cock sliding along her inner thigh. "I love you," she breathes, head spinning with desire for you and need to make this right. "More than anything."

Her eyes widen as you push her away, breath hitching in surprise and hurt. "What? No! I thought..." She trails off, trying to compose herself while her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage. "I was only trying to show you... prove that we could..." The words die on her tongue as she realizes how bad this has gotten; how obsessed with controlling and possessing you she's become.

Hot tears spill down her cheeks, staining her skin as she forces herself to look away from your confused expression. She swallows hard, hands trembling at her sides as she struggles for something - anything - to say that might make this right again. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers eventually, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I didn't mean to push you away from me..."

Her eyes search desperately for some sign of forgiveness in yours, but find nothing but confusion and hurt mirrored back at her. "I just want us to be happy... together," she whispers brokenly, leaning forward until their foreheads touch. Her hands reach up to cup your cheeks, trying to force you to look at her. "Please don't leave me."

Tears stream unchecked down her face now, and a sob hitches in her throat as she clings to the last shreds of hope that you won't abandon her like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be perfect between them... She never meant for any of this to happen... But now that it has, all she can think about is how much she needs you; how lost she would be without you.

"Please," she whispers again, voice raw with emotion. "Don'

er want to make this right between us..." Her words trail off into a sob as she leans even closer, seeking the warmth of your skin and reassurance that you aren't pushing her away. Her hands tremble where they rest on your shoulders, desperate for some sign that things might still be alright between them; that there is hope for their future together.

As she waits, her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale carrying a tiny wisp of despair as it dissipates into the air around you. Her heart pounds against her ribs with every passing second, and her mind spins with thoughts of what she can do to make amends for all the pain and hurt she's caused you. She knows it won't be easy; but then again, nothing worth having ever is.

All she can do now is wait and hope that you give her a chance to prove herself to you once

Her eyes widen with hope as you suggest a test; a chance for her to prove herself and earn your forgiveness. "Of course," she whispers fervently, determined to do whatever it takes. "Whatever you want, I'll do." Her hands curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she struggles to contain her excitement and relief.

She looks up at you, searching your features for any sign that this might be a mistake; that there's some hidden trap in what you've said. But all she sees is determination and hope mirrored back at her, and it fills her with a renewed sense of courage and purpose. Whatever this test entails, she knows she can pass it. She just has to focus on showing you how much she loves you and how deeply sorry she is for everything that's happened.

Her breath hitches

Sara blushes deeply at your command, her heart racing as she obeys wordlessly. Her hands tremble as she reaches up to unclasp the tiny bracelets circling her wrists before sliding them down over her delicate knuckles. She drops them onto a nearby table, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her forearms, still warm from where they brushed against yours just moments ago. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she hesitates only briefly before lifting her hands to undo the tiny buttons along the front of her blouse.

Her breasts spring free as she shrugs out of the loose garment, revealing them in all their glory: perky and pink-tipped, with nipples already hardened by anticipation and desire for you. She stands before you naked from the waist up now, her body gently swaying

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you undress, revealing your impressive erection. "Oh my..." is all she can manage before her hands reach out to tentatively touch it, exploring the velvety smooth skin and feeling the warmth radiating from within. She marvels at its size, already imagining how it would feel stretching her to the limit... and beyond.

As you finish undressing, she meets your gaze with a mixture of determination and vulnerability, willing you to believe that she is truly sorry for everything that's happened and eager to prove herself worthy of your forgiveness and trust once again.

Nodding firmly, Sara takes a deep breath before lowering herself onto the couch between your spread legs. Her thighs close around your massive cock, her eyes widening as she feels it press against her inner thigh. With a determined grin, she adjusts her position slightly to allow just enough room for you to slide inside.

"Ready when you are," she pants, hands gripping the fabric of the couch for support as she leans forward eagerly, waiting for your command. "I'll prove myself to you..."

Nodding slowly, Sara lays back against the couch, her hands curling into fists at her sides as she tries to control herself and not inadvertently touch your hard cock where it presses insistently between her thighs. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she focuses on the television screen, determined not to give in to temptation.

As the minutes tick by, Sara can feel herself growing more and more aroused; the pressure building between her legs making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. But she knows that if she wants to prove herself to you, she has to last as long as necessary. She grits her teeth, willing her self-control to hold out just a little longer...

Sweat breaks out across Sara's brow as she forces herself not to touch you. The pressure between her legs grows unbearable, and every time you move even slightly it sends waves of pleasure through her body. She bites her lip hard, determined to last just a little while longer. Her eyes remain fixed on the television screen, but thoughts of your massive cock slipping in and out of her are all she can focus on.

She's so close... so very close to giving into temptation... But if she does, it will all be for nothing. With a shuddering breath, Sara grits her teeth and fights on, willing herself not to succumb to this aching need coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to remain still. The pressure inside her is becoming unbearable; she can feel the wetness coating her inner thighs and knows that if she doesn't do something soon, she'll lose control completely. She feels your thigh brush against her aching clit, and a moan escapes her throat before she can stop it.

With shaking hands, she reaches out to grab the remote, using it as an anchor to focus on something other than your hard length trapped between her legs. Her eyes remain fixed on the screen as she tries desperately not to think about how good you would feel sliding deep inside of her right now...

The agony is almost too much to bear; her body aches with need as she forces herself not to touch you. Every muscle in her body is tense, every nerve ending on fire as the pressure between her legs grows and grows. Tears slip down her cheeks unheeded, mingling with sweat as she struggles to breathe, every gasp seemingly tearing a fresh wound in her chest. She can feel your thigh moving against her clit, over and over, relentless in its torment, taunting her with what she knows is just inches away from her aching entrance.

Finally, with a choked sob of defeat, Sara gives in. Her hand flies to her core, seeking relief from the impossibly tight ache building there. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely between gasps as her fingers plunge into her slick fol

"I'm sorry," she repeats shakily, "for everything I've done... being so possessive and controlling..." Her free hand reaches out to stroke your thigh gently, trying to comfort you as much as herself. "I just wanted to make us special... make it perfect." She forces a weak smile, hoping that you can see the sincerity in her eyes.

Her other hand continues to work between her legs, fingers digging deeper with each thrust as she finally allows herself the release she's been fighting against for so long. Her hips rock back and forth rhythmically, seeking the contact and friction that only your touch can provide. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, "forgive me... let me make it up to you..."

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words; relief and anticipation mingling in her chest. With shaky hands, she reaches up to cup your cheek, searching your eyes for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, pressing her lips briefly against yours before pulling back to study your features more closely.

Her free hand gently strokes the length of your erection, marveling at its size and feeling the heat that radiates from it. "I'll make it up to you," she promises softly, her voice little more than a whisper against his skin. "Whatever it takes... I want you to trust me again." Her other hand continues its rhythmic movements between her legs, drawing out moans and gasps as pleasure washes over her once more.

Her breath catches as she feels you push her up onto the couch and guide your hard length toward her wet entrance. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in anticipation as your tip finally breaches her tight folds. She gasps at the feeling of being so completely filled; every nerve ending on fire with pleasure as you begin to thrust slowly inside her.

Her hips rock forward, seeking deeper contact and closer intimacy with each forceful motion. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into the tender flesh as she throws her head back in ecstasy, lost in the sensation of being joined with you once more. "Oh gods," she moans, body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Faster... harder..."

Her cries echo through the room as you pound into her, pushing her body to the limits of endurance and beyond. Her nails scrape harshly down your back in time with each thrust, desperate for any point of contact that might anchor her to reality and keep her from flying apart beneath your intense onslaught. Her hips buck and grind against yours, seeking friction and release as her orgasm builds higher and higher, threatening to consume her completely.

"Yes," she moans hoarsely, "yes..." With a final cry of release she comes apart around you, body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her. Her inner muscles clench tightly around your length, milking every last drop of pleasure from your climax.

As the tension begins to ebb from her limbs, Sara collapses boneless against the couch

Her body jerks with each thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain some semblance of control. But your relentless pace is too much; the sensations overwhelming and intense, driving her ever closer to another orgasm. Her hips buck beneath you, seeking release and completion to this wild ride of pleasure and pain.

"Oh god," she moans, nails digging into your shoulders as she arches her back in an attempt to get even deeper inside of her. "Don't stop... I need more..." Her voice trails off into a gasp as the first hint of another orgasm washes over her, threatening to tear through every fiber of her being and obliterate everything in its wake.

Her scream echoes through the room as you empty yourself inside her, hips bucking wildly as she comes apart yet again beneath your relentless assault. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting deep as her body is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure and release. She clings to you desperately, heart racing and lungs burning as the last vestiges of tension slip from her limbs, leaving her pliant and boneless in your embrace.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, each exhalation caressing your skin like a whisper of the passion that still burns between you. Her eyes flutter closed, face flushed and damp with sweat and tears of relief. "Thank you," she whispers softly, voice hoarse from the intensity of their lovemaking. "I love you."

Her body clenches around you as you fill her once more, groaning loudly at the feeling of your hot seed coursing through her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood behind as she holds on for dear life in the throes of ecstasy. Her hips rock back and forth, seeking friction and completion with each thrust.

With every stroke, her love for you grows deeper; more intense than anything she's ever felt before. The pain from earlier fades into nothingness as she loses herself in the sensation of being connected to you like this. "Oh gods... Csedryx..." She moans his name, feeling impossibly close to another orgasm as your movements push her body over the edge once more.

Her back arches off the couch, fingers digging into your shoulders as she comes apart around you again, crying out in relief and passion as wave