Lucy Is Finally Hard For Priss

Lucy, a taller mousey young woman sensitive about her height is riding up a glass elevator with her friend at a hotel. Lucy's best friend Priscilla, or Priss, is a bit of a brat with enough attitude for the both of them, who needs high heels to push herself up past the five foot mark. They're quite a pair, the height disparity making Lucy seem even taller than her already towering 6' 5" to Pris's 4' 8" before her ever present heels. They're chatting about the convention alone in the elevator, when it suddenly comes to a halt in its glass tube above the lobby. Their problems begin to become more pressing as Lucy feels something strange going on between her legs. The sensation soon revealing that she if growing a throbbing hard cock. The shy girl is mortified and some what on display in the glass tube above the hotel lobby floor, and Pris for some reason can't keep her hands off it after a few minutes of staring in disbeliefe. One thing eventually leads to another and Pris is getting railed from behind by Lucy's aching shaft. When Lucy blows her first load in her short friend they quickly discover more is afoot than just Lucy's dick as Pris's tits and ass swell slightly. But it flet so good, and Lucy is ready to go again, and is some how now strong enough to just pick up the smaller Pris by her hips and waist. Pris suddenly finds her self more along for the ride than anything else as Lucy just keeps cumming and cumming, and each time Pris's tits and ass are getting bigger and bigger, while Pris is pressed against the glass watching the crowd in the lobby watching them grow. Focus on descriptions of sensation and transformation. Don't rush, changes can take more than one post if described in detail.

The elevator hummed softly as it climbed, the lobby shrinking below them through the glass walls. Lucy adjusted her stance, already self-conscious about how much space her long legs took up. Next to her, Priss balanced on her usual sky-high heels, barely reaching Lucy’s ribs. "So, you nervous?" Priss smirked, nudging Lucy’s hip with her elbow. Before Lucy could answer, the elevator jerked to a stop. The lights flickered. A tingle shot up her thighs—sharp, insistent. She frowned, shifting her weight. Then she felt it: pressure, heat, something *pushing* against the seam of her jeans. Priss’s eyes dropped. "Uh. Lucy?" Lucy’s face burned as the fabric strained. A thick outline pressed against denim, unmistakable. Priss sucked in a breath. "That’s—that’s new." Lucy whimpered, hips twitching as her cock throbbed to full hardness. Every nerve was on fire, her pulse hammering between her legs. Priss licked her lips. "Jesus, Luce," she murmured. One small hand reached out, fingers brushing the bulge. Lucy gasped, bucking into the touch. Priss’s grip tightened. "Fuck, you’re *huge*." The glass walls showed the lobby below, people milling—but Priss wasn’t stopping. She dropped to her knees, nails scraping denim. "Wait—" Lucy panted. Priss popped the button. "Shut up and fuck me." The zipper hissed down. The second her cock sprang free, Priss moaned. Hot fingers wrapped around her, stroking once, twice— Then the elevator lurched again. Lucy’s hips snapped forward. Priss gasped as the tip pressed against her lips. And that was just the *start*.

Priss’s lips parted in surprise, but only for a second before Lucy’s cock surged past them, filling her mouth in one slick slide. She gagged, hands flying up to grip Lucy’s thighs as the shaft stretched her wide, pre-cum already dripping down her chin. Lucy groaned, hips jerking involuntarily—she couldn’t stop, didn’t *want* to stop. The heat of Priss’s mouth, the squeeze of her throat—fuck, it was too much. She tangled a hand in Priss’s hair, guiding her down further, watching the bob of her throat as she took every inch. Below them, the lobby crowd had stopped milling. Faces tilted up, eyes wide. Priss moaned around her, drool slicking Lucy’s cock as she pulled back—only for Lucy to shove her down again, deeper. The glass fogged under Priss’s palms as she braced herself, her tiny frame trembling. Then Lucy came. Hot pulses of cum flooded Priss’s throat, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed frantically. But Lucy wasn’t done—her cock twitched, spilling more, *more*, until it dripped from Priss’s nose. When Lucy finally pulled out, Priss gasped, wiping her mouth—and then froze. Her blouse strained, buttons *popping* as her tits swelled beneath the fabric, heavy and round. Her skirt ripped at the seams, her ass rounding out with a sudden, obscene jiggle. She whimpered, arching as the changes wracked her body. Lucy’s cock twitched again, already hard. "Again," Priss panted, turning to press her inflated ass against Lucy’s hips. "Fuck me *again*." Lucy didn’t hesitate. She lifted Priss like she weighed nothing, lining up—and slammed in.

Priss’s scream echoed against the glass as Lucy’s cock stretched her open, the sheer girth forcing a shuddering gasp from her lips. Each thrust lifted her higher, her swollen ass cheeks bouncing with every snap of Lucy’s hips. The crowd below was fully fixated now—pointing, whispering—but Priss couldn’t care less, not when every nerve was alight with *need*. Her body was changing again. Her tits surged against the ruined blouse, the fabric finally giving way as her nipples darkened, stiffening under the cold press of the glass. Her ass expanded, rounder, heavier, the sheer weight of it forcing Lucy’s grip to tighten just to keep her in place. Lucy growled into her ear, her own body responding—muscles thickening, strength flaring as she pounded into Priss with reckless abandon. Priss could feel it this time, the *heat* building inside her, Lucy’s cock pulsing as another orgasm coiled at the base. “Gonna—*fuck*—” Lucy’s voice was ragged, hips stuttering. Priss arched back, desperate. “Do it! Fill me *up*!” The first spurt hit deep, hot cum flooding her insides. The second made her squeal as her tits jolted, swelling another full cup size, heavy and tight. The third—*god*, the third—had her ass ballooning against Lucy’s thighs, the sheer girth of it pressing her harder into the glass. Lucy didn’t slow down. If anything, she fucked *harder*, her cock impossibly wet, plunging into Priss’s dripping heat like she was trying to brand her from the inside. Priss’s vision blurred. She could *feel* the transformation now—every pump of Lucy’s hips reshaping her, *owning* her. And the crowd? They were *cheering*.

A deep gutteral sound would evict from Lucy's throat, some where between a moan and growl as she felt her cock throb inside the tightness of her best friend. Pris's feet dangled in the air as Lucy gripped her by her hips, pressing the smaller woman hands and massive tits against the glass of the elevator's side. Pris's round firm huge bubble of a butt pressed against her hips. Lucy knew she should stop, needed to stop, oh god a crowd was watching her fuck her best friend! As the high was wearing off Pris was coming to her senses too. She was hanging there held tight to Lucy's hips a throbbing dick buried in her. Pris looked down finally taking stock of how big her tits had gotten. "Ohhkaayyy Lucy I thin that was... hey.. Lucy wait... I'm big enough! Babe? BABE!" Lucy was already in motion again her cock thundering in and out. Lucy gave a panicked, lust cry, "Pis! I... I can't.... I can't stop!! Help me!" Help her? How was Pris supposed to do that? Lucy had her held up and pressed to the glass? And oh god that dick! It if went off inside her again how much bigger could Pris stand to get? Some where in all this the elevator had shuddered and was at least moving back up again, away from all the hungry eyes and cheering.

A deep, guttural sound ripped from Lucy’s throat—half moan, half snarl—as her cock twitched violently inside Priss’s clenching heat. Priss’s dangling feet kicked helplessly, her massive tits squashed against the glass, her swollen ass jiggling against Lucy’s thrusts. The elevator hummed, ascending, but neither of them could focus on anything but the *need* driving Lucy’s hips. Priss whimpered, fingers splayed against fogged glass. "Lucy, *please*—I can’t take any more—!" But Lucy wasn’t listening. Her pupils were blown, her grip bruising as she slammed into Priss again, her cock pulsing, *growing*. Priss yelped as the stretch intensified, her body taut around the brutal thickness. Then—*click*. The elevator doors slid open onto an empty hallway. Lucy staggered forward, still buried inside Priss, her muscles trembling with restraint. Priss twisted, her tits bouncing as she grabbed Lucy’s face. "*Focus,* you idiot!" she hissed. "We have to get out of—*ah!*" Lucy’s hips jerked. A thick vein stood out on her cock, seconds from erupting. Priss’s eyes widened. "*No!*" She clamped down hard, thighs squeezing Lucy’s waist—and Lucy *howled*, cum surging deep. Priss shuddered, her body swelling impossibly fuller, her ass rounding out with a wet *creak*. The doors began to close. Lucy lunged, dragging Priss with her, still connected, still *coming*—just as the elevator sealed shut behind them.

Lucy collapsed against Priss, both of them crashing into the hallway wall with a wet slap of skin. Her cock pulsed, still emptying into Priss in thick, relentless spurts—each one making her moan as her flesh swelled tighter, heavier. Priss panted, her engorged tits pressing into Lucy’s chest, her ass now so massive it forced Lucy’s grip to slide lower just to hold her up. "F-fuck, fuck, *fuck*," she gasped, nails digging into Lucy’s shoulders. "How much *is* there?!" Lucy growled, grinding deeper, hips twitching even as the last drops spilled. "Don’t… know…" Her voice was rough, wrecked. Down the hall, a door creaked open. Priss stiffened. "*Shit*—we’ve gotta *move*!" Lucy tried to pull out—but Priss yelped, clamping down instinctively. "Nngh—*too tight* now, you idiot!" A giggle floated from the cracked door. Then another. Lucy gritted her teeth, hands gripping Priss’s bloated ass as she *heaved*—pulling free with a lewd, wet *pop*. Priss sagged against her, dizzy, her body quivering with oversensitivity—and the *weight* of what they’d just done. The door opened wider. "*Run,*" Lucy hissed.

The two can make a run for it and make it to their room, safe for the moment. They can finally get a chance to look themselves over. Lucy her cock finally calm and not raging hard... but Pris, just how big have her breasts and ass gotten, her frame is so small. No need to try and get them back into sex, we are likely done with that part of the story, we're in the wind down and after effects. We're focused on the consequences of whatever just happened to these two best friends. A chance for self examination and dialog between them.

--- Priss stumbled into their hotel room first, her massive ass nearly getting stuck in the doorway before Lucy shoved her through with a grunt. The door slammed shut behind them, the lock clicking into place. For a second, they just stood there, breathing hard. Then Priss wobbled, her overfilled body throwing off her balance. She collapsed onto the bed with a *whump*, the mattress groaning under her new weight. "Oh my *god*," she whispered, lifting her arms—her once-toned biceps now buried under pillowy fat, her fingers sinking into the swollen curve of her own tits. Lucy exhaled, running a shaky hand through her hair. Her cock had finally softened, but the ache remained—along with the dazed, guilty realization of what she’d just done. Priss turned her head slightly, catching Lucy’s reflection in the mirror across the room. Her breath hitched. "*Holy shit*." Her ass alone took up half the bed, round and heavy, the fabric of her stretched shorts straining. And her tits—Jesus, they practically *drowned* her torso. Lucy swallowed. "…Yeah." Priss pinched the skin of her own thigh—thicker now, softer. She swallowed. "Am I—am I *still* getting bigger?" Lucy hesitated. Then, slowly, she reached out, pressing her palm to Priss’s stomach. It gave slightly under her touch, warm and plush. "...Maybe a little." Priss let out a disbelieving laugh. "What the *fuck* was in your cum?" Lucy didn’t answer. She just stared at her best friend—at the way her body had reshaped itself, at the bite marks and fingerprints already darkening on her hips. Priss followed her gaze. Then, quietly, she said, "We’re gonna need bigger clothes." A beat. Lucy snorted. Priss grinned, shaky but real. And for the first time since the elevator, the tension between them cracked—just a little.

Lucy dops down on the bed next to Pris, her legs done for now. The resulting shock to the bed send a pleasing jiggle through her friend's massive tits and ass, it is hard to ignore. Lucy just hopes she can keep this random cock she now has down for now. Pris doesn't look like she can afford any more loads, not and be able to move afterwards. What has Lucy done to her friend... best friend? Are they lovers now, fuck buddies, still best friends? Is Pris going to stay this size forever, does Lucy just have a cock now, will this happen to anyone she pops off in? Her head swims with questions. Meanwhile Pris is trying to come to terms with, for the moment at least, she's the biggest short stack she's ever seen by a mile.

Lucy dropped onto the bed beside Priss, her legs finally giving out. The mattress bucked under their combined weight, sending a slow, hypnotic ripple through Priss’s overfilled curves—her tits swaying heavily, her ass jiggling against the sheets. Lucy swallowed hard, willing her cock to stay soft. Priss sighed, shifting with effort. "Fuck, I can *feel* myself move when I breathe." She cupped one breast experimentally, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh. "How am I supposed to *walk* like this?" Lucy rubbed her face. "No idea." A pause. "I’m… sorry." Priss glanced over, then snorted. "For what? Turning me into a walking hentai punchline?" She grinned, but it faltered. "Okay, yeah, this is *insane.* But…" She chewed her lip. "You didn’t *do* this on purpose." Lucy exhaled. "Still. Your clothes—your *life*—" "Eh." Priss waved a hand, then winced as her arm jostled her chest. "We’ll figure it out. If I’m stuck like this, at least I’m *legendary* now." Lucy choked on a laugh. Silence settled—comfortable, but charged. Priss toyed with the stretched hem of her shirt. "So… are we…?" Lucy tensed. "*Are we* what?" Priss shot her a look. "You *know* what." Another beat. Lucy stared at the ceiling. "Best friends who… sometimes do weird shit with mutant jizz?" Priss burst out laughing, her whole body trembling with it. "*God*, that’s the worst label ever." She wiped her eyes, still giggling. "Let’s just… see what happens." Lucy nodded, relief curling in her chest. Then Priss’s stomach let out an audible *gurgle.* They both froze. "Uh-oh," Priss said. Lucy sat up. "*Shit.*"

Their panic would be short lived. After a moment Pris's curves would start to recede. She was getting smaller, not at the same rate she grew, but it was happening. It didn't feel bad, which was helpful, but it didn't feel great like growing had. It was just kinda... relieving? For both of them. Eventually Pris's figure would return to near normal. She was bigger up top and below noticeably, She had a distinct shelf of a bubble butt now, but mortal in scale for her frame, and Pris would definitely qualify as busty even on a conservative scale. But at least she was okay. Which is a massive relief to Lucy, possibly more so than Pris herself.

Their panic would be short-lived. Priss gasped as she felt the pressure in her body shift—not the swollen, aching fullness from before, but a slow, steady *release.* Her tits shuddered, the weight lessening as they shrank back—still huge, still *more* than she’d ever been, but no longer monstrous. Her thighs slimmed, her ass rounding out into a firm, jutting curve instead of an overwhelming shelf. Lucy watched, mesmerized, as her friend’s body settled. "Holy shit," she breathed. Priss wiggled experimentally, rolling her hips. "Okay, *this* I can work with." She cupped her tits—still spilling over her hands, but no longer swallowing her torso. "I’m not gonna lie, the growing part was kinda hot. The *aftermath*? Not so much." Lucy exhaled, tension bleeding from her shoulders. "You’re *okay*." "Better than okay." Priss stretched, arching her back with a pleased groan. "I feel *amazing.* Just… *solid* now." She smirked. "Also, if I ever doubted my ‘top energy’ before, well—guess we know who takes dick like a champ." Lucy choked. "Oh my *god*—" Priss laughed, rolling onto her side to face her. "Hey. You good?" Lucy swallowed. "Yeah. Just… needed to know I didn’t break you." Priss’s smirk softened. "You didn’t." A beat. "So… we *are* doing this again, right?" Lucy’s cock twitched against her thigh. Priss grinned. "Yeah. Thought so."

Lucy might panic a bit as her member twitches at Pris's flirting. What if was a fluke that Pris just shrank back down. Lucy still had a cock, what were they going to do about that? Besides fucking again possibly, Lucy's brain was juggle "For fucks sake I have a cock! I'm a girl and I have a cock, and my best friend want to fuck, and I kinda really want to fuck her... But she'll fill up again... maybe? It was kinda hot... Wait we haven't even kissed ever, and I'm blowing loads in Pris... WITH MY COCK!?! What is my life right now?"

Lucy’s breath caught, her mind spinning with half-formed thoughts—*girl, cock, Priss, again, fuck, what—* Priss tilted her head. “You’re doing that thing where your brain blue-screens.” “I *have* a thing now?” Lucy croaked. “Yeah. It’s cute.” Priss reached out, trailing a finger down Lucy’s thigh, just shy of where her cock lay half-hard. “And you *definitely* have a *thing*.” Lucy shuddered. “Fuck, Pris—this is *insane*. We just—and then you *exploded*, and—” “And now I’m *fine*,” Priss murmured, shifting closer. Her hip brushed Lucy’s, warm and solid. “And you’re still packing.” She licked her lips. “Seems like a waste not to use it.” Lucy groaned. “We *did* use it. Look where that got us.” Priss laughed, low and throaty. “Got us *here*. Which…” She leaned in, her breath hot against Lucy’s ear. “Feels pretty good.” Lucy turned her head—too fast, too desperate—and their lips collided. Not soft, not tentative. *Hungry*. Priss moaned into it, her hand sliding between them, wrapping around Lucy’s cock in one smooth stroke. “*Fuck*,” she gasped against Lucy’s mouth. “Tell me you want this.” Lucy didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Priss tightened her grip, her thumb swiping over the flushed tip of Lucy’s cock, spreading the bead of wetness already gathering there. The friction made Lucy’s hips jerk, a desperate noise catching in her throat as their kiss deepened. “Good,” Priss purred, breaking away just enough to bite at Lucy’s lower lip. “Because I *love* how you feel inside me.” Her fingers stroked firm and slow, each motion dragging a ragged exhale from Lucy’s lungs. Lucy’s hands found Priss’ hips, squeezing the delicious curve of her ass—still plush, still *more* than she’d had before, but now perfectly shaped to fit against her. She could already feel the heat coiling low in her belly again, her cock straining against Priss’ palm. “Gonna fuck me this time?” Priss whispered, shifting until her thigh pressed between Lucy’s legs. “Or do I have to take control again?” Lucy growled, flipping them with a sudden surge of need. Priss gasped as her back hit the sheets, legs parting instinctively. “No more talking,” Lucy muttered, lining herself up, the tip of her cock nudging against Priss’ slick entrance. Priss arched, grinning. “Prove it.” Lucy didn’t make her wait. She pushed in with one hard, claiming thrust, swallowing Priss’ sharp cry with her mouth.

The stretch was immediate, intoxicating—Priss’s body clamped around Lucy’s cock like it *remembered* her, warm and yielding all at once. Lucy’s hips stuttered, the sensation punching a moan from her throat as she bottomed out. Priss raked her nails down Lucy’s back, legs hooking tight around her waist. “*Fuck*, yes—*move*.” Lucy obeyed, pulling back just enough to drive in again, harder this time. The slap of skin filled the room, wet and obscene, every thrust forcing another broken sound from Priss’s lips. Heat coiled tighter in Lucy’s gut, her cock throbbing as Priss’s walls fluttered around her. Priss arched, breasts pressing against Lucy’s chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Gonna—*gonna*—” The words dissolved into a cry as Lucy snapped her hips forward, grinding deep. Priss’s nails bit into her shoulders, her whole body tensing—then shuddering as she came, wetness gushing around Lucy’s cock. Lucy cursed, pistoning into her through the aftershocks, chasing her own release. Her vision blurred at the edges, pleasure a white-hot wire pulled taut—until Priss clamped down again, and she was *gone*, spending herself inside with a groan that bordered on a growl. Panting, Lucy collapsed atop her, still buried deep. Priss’s fingers traced lazy circles on her sweat-slick spine. “So,” Priss murmured, voice wrecked, “still think it’s insane?” Lucy exhaled a shaky laugh. “Shut up.” Priss kissed her, slow and filthy. “Make me.”

Lucy would love to, but she's spent, and Priss finally cumming her self seems to have done the trick. She can feel herself going soft and her new phallus pulling back into her. Not gone, she can tell it's still there, just now it's inside... it's a weird feeling. But also relieving. Of course Priss also just got shot full of a fresh load of cum, and would get a fresh round of expansion from it.

Priss sighed, stretching beneath Lucy with a satisfied hum, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Lucy could feel it—the lazy clench of Priss’s walls, the subtle way her own softening length finally slipped free, retracting inward with a warmth that bordered on relief. Almost strange how natural it felt now, the weight of it settling inside her, present but no longer demanding. A flex of her lower abs confirmed it—still there, just tucked away. Priss arched against the sheets, her swollen curves pressing heavier into the mattress. Lucy watched her trace fingers over the slight roundness of her stomach, the new fullness of her hips. “Still temporary?” Lucy asked, voice rough. Priss stretched again, testing the heft of her breasts with a thoughtful hum. “Mostly. But look at this.” She pinched the soft swell of her thigh—just a fraction thicker than before. “You’ve been *very* generous.” Lucy snorted, rolling onto her back beside her. The exhaustion hit all at once, muscles loose and limbs heavy. Priss turned into her, tucking herself against Lucy’s side, her warmth radiating through sweat-sticky skin. “You’re not freaking out anymore,” Priss murmured. Lucy exhaled, letting her hand drift to Priss’s hip. The curve fit snugly against her palm. “Figured the screaming and coming my brains out was a decent stress reliever.” Priss laughed, breath hot against Lucy’s shoulder. “Good. Now shut up and let me enjoy the afterglow.” The room smelled like sex and salt, the only sound their slowing breaths. Lucy flexed her abs again, just to feel the shift—not pulling it back out, just knowing it was there. A problem for tomorrow. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the weight of Priss against her, and the quiet.