That was by design. Until today, Becca was shamed by the inadequacy of her tender flesh with shallow cavities and annoying pain receptors. He worked in an alley, stopping cars from using it as a parking lot. All fights he had won. One of two wide, rotund sections before a sharp ridge and the long, rough shaft. Giant men. until the day he unlocked her imagination. She had missed the sunrise; the sun was setting again when she awoke in a hospital bed. They had to use an angle grinder to cut it off because they couldn’t get it out the way it came. She ground her cervix into submission, spread open the piercing at the top end of her baby-maker, forced her intestines to coil around the intruding bulk, and made a bitch of the freshest hole she had created, the one at the bottom of her stomach.
Becca cursed her human body one last time as it didn’t have enough hands to touch every part of him through the stretched skin. Real men. That was by design. Perfect. Becca’s vision went white then dark but she never stopped feeling and she never stopped cumming.
