Big Date (hyper cock, giantess, very excessive sizes, very excessive cum, F/f)

Story by loftylydia

The sizes in this story are very excessive, so they might not be everyone's cup of tea. But I hope you all like it!

Melissa was nervous, which wasn’t unusual for her. She was the epitome of a shy, mousy girl — but you wouldn’t think that at first glance. At a full six feet and six inches tall, she towered over most people: other students, her friends, her dates, almost everyone. And if that wasn’t enough, she was also very curvy. Not just very curvy — unusually curvy.  Like “breasts that were two feet in diameter” curvy. A girl like that could get any person they wanted, right?

So what made Melissa shy and mousy? Well, for one, she never got used to the feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb. She always felt like she was on display for everyone to stare at. Secondly — and most importantly — was what was in her yoga pants. And she wasn’t talking about her wide hips or her bubble butt. The problem was in the front, rather. You see, she had a… well, she had a cock and balls.

Melissa knew that she wasn’t the only girl with a set of boy parts, but she knew that she was pretty unique. The condition was incredibly rare, and most often didn’t result in two fully functioning sets of body parts. It wasn’t exactly easy to find out a lot of information about the others. But from what she could gather, the vast majority of those that did actually have two sets of parts were incredibly underdeveloped. Like an inch or two long — pretty easy to hide.

Melissa was not so lucky, however. Not only did she have two fully functioning sets of parts, but her male parts were just about as overdeveloped as the rest of her. So, stuffed inside those yoga pants was a tube of flesh that went down just past her knee. She had tried to hide it at first, but gave up pretty quickly as it grew.

Why was Melissa nervous? She was… well, she was waiting for her date! Worried by her complete lack of a romantic life, Melissa had been set up by a good friend of hers, Hailey. While she initially rolled her eyes at the thought of a blind date that would inevitably end seconds after it began, Hailey wore her down.

Melissa glanced around the coffee shop, trying to spot her date. She immediately wished she had asked for more information before she had agreed to this.

“Trust me, you two would be PERFECT for each other.” Hailey grinned as she finally convinced Melissa to go on the date.

“Okay, how will I recognize him? What does he look like?” she asked

“She.” Hailey corrected. “And don’t worry, I guarantee you’ll find each other. She’s EXACTLY your type. You won’t notice anyone else when you see her.”

Melissa raised her eyebrow when she was corrected. While the idea of going out with another woman had always intrigued her, she had never gotten up the courage to ask anyone. It was much easier with guys because they asked you. IF they asked you, that is.

Back at the coffee shop, Melissa sighed. It was hopeless. She had no idea how she was supposed to recognize some random girl. Maybe Hailey told the other girl what she looked like? But even so, no one seemed to be paying her any more than the usual attention — staring, covert and not-so-covert photos being taken, etc.

She was about to get up and leave when she heard a massive BOOM and the ground began to shake, more violent than any earthquake she had ever seen or heard of. Glass mugs fell, and anything that wasn’t bolted down — and many things that were — ended up smashed to pieces on the floor. Not only that, but she swore that she saw the cars parked outside jump into the air. And not just a little, a good few feet! Most of them started blaring in alarm as they crashed back down to the street with a bit of a crunching sound.

But as quickly as the earthquake had begun, it had ended. She looked around at all of the damage that had been caused in what felt like just a few seconds. Melissa decided to get up and investigate. But before she could take any steps toward the door, there was another BOOM — even louder than before. That boom was accompanied by yet another earthquake, throwing Melissa to the ground. Luckily for her face, her massive chest acted like an airbag.

Just like the first earthquake, the second one subsided immediately. There was nothing left hanging on the walls or ceiling. Even more distressing, she could see large cracks in the stone walls of the coffee shop. But all of those worries got pushed aside when she noticed that the lighting in the shop had changed dramatically. There hadn’t been many lights on — a sign of the beautiful day — but suddenly it felt dark. Eerily dark.

Melissa’s brain ran through hundreds of scenarios, but there was one she kept coming back to: she had read this story before. More accurately, she had _written_ this story before.

You see, while in real life Melissa was shy and mousy, she lived a different life entirely through her fantasies. On her own, and sometimes even with others, she lived out th

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