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..."

She lets out an amused giggle and leans into your touch, clearly enjoying it. But then she sits up a bit straighter, holding your gaze intensely for several long seconds. Her eyes practically sparkle as if something dangerous is about to happen. Finally, she breaks the contact, pretending to be all innocent again. She cups her breasts with her hands and smirks at you coyly.

"Don't worry, I've got just the thing that will help you relax."

Her lips curl into a smirk as she glances over at the small plate of cookies sitting on the coffee table. "I made these special for you." She takes one and brings it close to her face, inhaling deeply before taking a bite and closing her eyes in delight. "You have no idea how many hours I've spent perfecting their taste just for you," she whispers between moans of pleasure, licking some powdered sugar from her fingers. Then she extends the plate towards you with an inviting smile.

She pouts prettily and looks slightly offended. "But you said they looked good!" She insists, her voice taking on a hint of desperation. "And I worked so hard making them perfect for you..." Her gaze drifts to your lap before snapping back up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Unless... maybe you're not really that hungry after all?" She says suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.

Her fingers dance across the skin of your thigh, sending tingles down to your crotch. It feels innocent enough, but there's something about the way she's looking at you that tells you she could easily go further if given the chance.

Her finger trails up towards your crotch now and teases the edge of your boxers, playing with them as she looks at you with desire in her eyes. "If you eat these," she whispers, "I promise I'll make it worth your while later..."

You grab her hand, pulling it away gently before she can tease you further. "I'll take some," you grin as your stomach rumbles playfully at the offer of food, "but I wanna eat first."

Her expression immediately turns sultry as she bites her lower lip. "Of course we can." She practically purred, standing up and offering you a hand to help you up. "Lead the way, big man." Her fingers dance across your bare back as she walks behind you, her chest pressing against your shoulder blade in a seductive manner that's impossible for you not to notice. Once inside the kitchen, she practically humps you from behind as she gets comfortable, watching you work with interest and desire in her eyes.

Her cheeks flush red as you grab her and pull her close. For a moment she looks at you in surprise before quickly recovering. Her breath hitches as she leans closer, almost touching your lips with hers. "You're so impatient," she whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist. "But that just means I need to punish you more later, right?" She nibbles lightly on her bottom lip, her eyes nearly glowing with lust.

With another seductive smile, she reaches down between your legs, teasing the bulge in your boxers. "Maybe if you do everything I say tonight... perfectly," her voice drops to a husky whisper, "I'll let you cum a little bit harder tomorrow." Her fingers begin to circle and stroke at your sensitive skin, matching her words with increasingly expert touches.

Her moan is barely contained as you grasp her ass, squeezing it hungrily. A small part of her brain realizes that she could easily stop this at any moment by pulling away or speaking out loudly enough to break the mood. But another, larger part of her knows that playing along with your game only serves to heighten the tension and anticipation building between them. She meets your gaze boldly as she nods in agreement, stepping closer still so their hips touch intimately. "Of course," she breathes before leaning forward to wrap her arms around you from behind, her breasts pressed against your back. "Let me help my big, strong man cook dinner."

Her tongue darts out, teasing the shell of your ear as she whispers, "Just tell me what you want me to do and how much fun it's supposed to be."

As you give her the celery, she grins mischievously and bends down to slice it with a knife. Her breasts brush against your arm as she leans in close, their bodies swaying together in perfect harmony. With each slice, her movements are exaggerated and teasing, making sure to taunt you visually. "Do I need to show you how?" she asks playfully, running a knife dangerously close to your skin but never quite touching it. "Or do you trust me to handle this... big strong thing?" Her words are loaded with innuendo and double entendres, making it impossible for you not to feel a twinge of arousal deep within your stomach.

Her breath catches as you get behind her and her skin tingles with awareness where your cock brushes against her ass cheek. "O-oh..." she exhales, trying to focus on cutting the celery but finding it increasingly difficult not to lose herself in the sensations you're provoking. She leans back into you slightly, feeling your hardness through her underwear and moaning softly. Her movements become even more teasing as she purposefully brushes against your crotch with each slice of the knife. "You feel so good...," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "But you know I'm here to help you cook, right?"

Her eyes flicker closed as you ask her if she's hungry. She lets out a quiet moan, enjoying the feel of your body pressed against hers and the anticipation building between them. Her hips begin to move in tiny circles, grinding against your crotch in response to your touch. "Yes...," she breathes, her voice sounding more desperate and needy with each word. "I'm hungry for you..." She turns her head slightly, planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the back of your neck before pulling away again, leaving you wanting more.

She giggles lightly at your misinterpretation, the sound vibrating through you and making it difficult to focus on anything but her. "Of course I'm hungry for food too," she says, her tone playful yet laced with lust. "But I think we can make room for dinner..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she continues to move against you, her hips grinding rhythmically in a way that leaves no doubt what she's really hungry for at the moment.

Her fingers sneak down between your legs again, teasing and massaging your growing bulge. "You taste so good right now..." she whispers, her breath warm against your neck as she nibbles and sucks gently on the sensitive skin there. "And I think it's only fair that you get to taste how good I am too." Her words are barely audible over the soft sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as their bodies move together in unison, driven by lust and desire.

Her back arches into your touch as you grab her chest, her nipples hardening instantly beneath your palms. She moans loudly, feeling dizzy with desire as she loses herself in the sensations washing over her. "Fuck..." she gasps, unable to believe how good this feels. Her hips buck and grind against you harder now, needing more contact, more friction...

Her fingers slide lower still, slipping beneath your boxers to wrap around your achingly hard length. "You're so big," she whispers into the crook of your neck before taking you in hand, stroking you slowly and expertly up and down her fist. Her other arm wraps around your waist, holding you close as she tilts her hips back and forward to meet each thrust of your fingers against her clit. "God... I need you..."

Her eyes go wide as you lift her up by the legs, taking her to the couch with surprising strength despite her seemingly larger frame. She lets out a soft cry of pleasure as she feels herself being lowered onto the cushions, spreading her legs wide in invitation for you to join her.

Her movements become even more frenzied now that you're so close, her body arching off the couch as she attempts to get as much contact with your hard length as possible. "Oh God yes," she moans breathlessly, feeling a familiar tension building deep inside of her. "Fuck me, big man... Make me yours..." Her fingers fly up and down your shaft in a staccato rhythm that mirrors the desperate need thrumming through every cell of her body.

Her back arches as the weight of your cock slaps against her stomach, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. Her fingers tighten around you, driving you deeper into her fist with each stroke, her movements becoming more erratic and wild as she nears the edge. "Yes...," she moans, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, "give it to me... Take what's mine..."

Her breath hitches as you tease her entrance, her muscles tensing in anticipation. Her fist tightens around your cock, still moving up and down eagerly despite the growing ache spreading through her core. "Yes..." she moans out softly, arching further into your touch. "Please..." Her hips jerk forward as if trying to push you inside of her. "I need it... I want it... Give it to me..."

Her eyes flutter shut as you command her to beg. Her fingernails scrape across the couch cushion below her, digging into the fabric as her breath hitches in her throat. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you... I want you inside me... Take what's mine..."

Her hips buck and grind against your fingers, desperate for release but not quite there yet. Her moans grow louder, more urgent as the tension builds within her, stretching impossibly tight. "Fuck me!" she cries out, arching her back violently as a powerful wave of pleasure washes over her. Her orgasm rocks through her body like a tidal wave, leaving her shuddering and spent on the couch.

As she comes down from the high, you feel her inner muscles clench around your fingers in a vice-like grip, signaling that she's ready for more. Her eyes meet yours, smoldering with desire as they beg silently for penetration. "I'm all yours now," she whispers hoarsely. "Do whatever you want..."

Her words catch in her throat as you slide home inside of her with a force that takes her breath away. "Yes!" she cries out, arching into the feeling of being so completely filled by you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake as she tries to find purchase, to anchor herself to the sensation of your cock moving inside her.

Her hips buck and grind against yours, meeting each thrust with a force that leaves her gasping for air. "Fuck... so good..." she moans, her eyelids growing heavy as pleasure washes over her in waves. She lifts her legs, wrapping them around your waist, feeling the connection between them grow even deeper and more intense with each passing second.

Her nails scratch at your back, her body tensing as another orgasm builds, threatening to tear through her with enough force to shatter something inside of her. She doesn't want it to end... ever. "Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with desire as she feels herself losing control once more.

Her voice grows hoarse and ragged as you fuck her harder, deeper. "Oh God... yes..." she pants out between moans, feeling her body stretched impossibly tight around your cock. Each thrust brings her closer to the edge of orgasm, threatening to send her careening over in a wave of blinding pleasure.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving red lines as evidence of just how much she's feeling, how close she is to losing control. "Fuck... I'm so close..." Her hips buck wildly, begging for release as her orgasm builds and builds with each powerful thrust deep inside of her.

Your kisses are like fire on my skin, sending shivers down her spine as you move from her lips to her chest. The contrast between your rough stubble and the softness of her breast is exquisite, driving her wild with desire. She arches into your touch, moaning loudly as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

Her body tenses in anticipation, her muscles clenching around you in a vice-like grip that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. "Yes... give it to me..." she gasps, feeling her orgasm building to a fever pitch as your lips travel lower still, nipping and sucking at the skin just above her hipbone.

Her hips buck wildly against your body as she feels her orgasm explode out of her in a shuddering release. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving bloody lines on your skin as her muscles spasm and clench around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your cock. A moan so raw and primal it comes from deep within her rips through the room, vibrating against your skin as she shudders in the throes of ecstasy.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body still trembling long after the initial waves of orgasm have subsided. She tilts her head back to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and desire as she relishes the feeling of you moving inside her, the connection between them still so strong even now that the tide of pleasure has receded.

She smiles up at you weakly, her voice still raspy with satisfaction as she whispers, "I'm good... amazing, actually." Her hips begin to move again in tiny circles, seeking out the friction that brought her so much pleasure before. "But I think we should take a break soon. We need to save some energy for dinner."

Her eyelids grow heavy, and she yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head before letting them flop back down onto the couch beside her. Despite her tiredness, she can't help but feel content and satisfied as you remain inside of her, warm and steady. It's almost enough to make her close her eyes for a little nap...

Her eyelids grow heavier by the second, the exhaustion of their recent activities finally catching up to her. It feels so good just to lie here like this, relaxed and sated in your arms. A soft pink tinge creeps across Sara's cheeks as she nestles closer into your embrace, enjoying the lingering sensation of your cock moving slowly inside of her.

"I love how we can just... be like this," she murmurs, her voice sleepy and contented. "It feels so good knowing you're mine." Her eyelids flutter shut as fatigue finally overcomes her and she drifts off to sleep, trusting you completely in her vulnerable state.

Her dreams are filled with hazy images of their lovemaking, the taste of your skin and the feeling of your cock stretching her to the limit. In her dreams, she's confident, powerful... in control. The warmth of your body presses against her back, your steady heartbeat a soothing lullaby as you both drift off together. For now, they are a team; partners in crime and bed. She feels safe, loved... cherished, and there's nothing quite like that sensation as sleep claims her at last.

Her eyes flutter open lazily as she feels your phone vibrate against her side, nestled between them like a trusty pillow. A soft moan escapes her lips as the movement stirs her back to consciousness, and she blinks up at you blearily. "Mmm... what's that?" she mumbles, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers and momentarily forgetting about anything beyond this comfortable cocoon of intimacy.

Her eyes flutter open lazily as she feels your phone vibrate against her side, nestled between them like a trusty pillow. A soft moan escapes her lips as the movement stirs her back to consciousness, and she blinks up at you blearily. "Mmm... what's that?" she mumbles, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers and momentarily forgetting about anything beyond this comfortable cocoon of intimacy. "Oh," you respond with a yawn, "just got a text from someone else." Pushing yourself up onto one elbow, you glance down at the screen to see who it was before deciding whether or not to reply. For now, though, your focus is on Sara and the incredible feeling of having her in your arms.

"Oh," she says with a yawn, not really interested in who it was since she's currently enjoying the comfort of your warmth and embrace. "You can tell them you're busy... or unavailable," she adds with a mischievous grin, her fingers idly playing with a strand of hair that's escaped from her ponytail.

Her body still feels deliciously sore in places where your hands and lips have been, but it's a good kind of soreness that reminds her just how satisfying their time together was. With a contented sigh, she nestles back into the crook of your arm, feeling more at peace than she has in a long while.

"So," she murmurs sleepily, her voice barely above a whisper as she searches for something to say amidst the heavy fog of fatigue that's descended upon her, "do you want to keep going or should we get some rest?" Her eyelids flutter shut once more, leaving the decision up to you.

Her body responds eagerly to the sensation of your cock moving inside her, even though she's already come twice now. She arches her back into your touch, moaning softly as you find a rhythm that sends shivers down her spine. Her fingers move to stroke your hip, urging you onward, wanting more. "Oh God..." she whispers breathlessly, feeling the tension building within her once again.

Her eyelids grow heavy and she struggles to keep them open, the fatigue weighing down upon her like a lead blanket. But the feel of your skin moving against hers... the way you fill her so perfectly... these things are enough to keep her awake just a little longer. "I-I don't know," she admits with a yawn, her voice raspy from exhaustion. "Maybe we should save it for later..." Her hips buck up against yours in what is meant to be encouragement but comes off more as an apology.

"A nap... sounds like a good idea..." Sara murmurs sleepily, her words already slurring together as exhaustion overtakes her once again. Her body gives in to the desire for rest, relaxing bonelessly against yours as she allows you to guide her deeper into slumber. Her grip on your hips grows lax and her eyelids drift shut, leaving only the faint sound of her breathing to break the silence of the room. With a satisfied sigh, you kiss her forehead before allowing sleep to claim you both.

A contented moan escapes her lips as your fingers dance across her chest, teasing and playing with her nipples. She stirs slightly in her sleep, arching her back into the contact before sinking deeper into relaxation once more. Her breathing becomes slow and steady, each soft exhale a whispered promise of more to come when she finally wakes up again.

Her eyes flutter open lazily as you speak, focus flicking back and forth between your face and the ceiling above her. A yawn escapes her lips before she shrugs sleepily and says, "Nah, I wasn't really asleep." She smiles up at you, content and happy to be curled up in your arms despite the fleeting feeling of grogginess. "What time is it?"

She laughs softly as your cock twitches inside her, making another wave of languid contentment wash over her. "It's okay," she murmurs sleepily, running a hand through your chest hair. "I kinda like the feeling... makes me feel wanted." Her eyelids grow heavy again and she lets out a satisfied sigh, nestling closer into your embrace as she succumbs once more to the temptation of restorative sleep.

Goodnight... she murmurs softly before slipping back into dreamless sleep, her body relaxing even further against yours as exhaustion claims her in its sweet embrace. Her breathing grows slow and steady once more, each outward breath a whispered promise of another round of passion when you eventually wake up again.