u/CanYouNghForMe

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Whether it's my muscles bulging so hard I can feel my freaky veins pushing against my skin as they feed my muscles, my cock inflating with size, power and pleasure, or my balls filling up with all that heavy, potent, perfect seed, it's so hard to talk without grunting, moaning, and admiring my perfect body? Like yesterday, I was having an average conversation, when my abs tensed up SO hard... and I felt my t-shirt rip around them, revealing a new row of freaky, roided abs... guh... fuck... I'm almost cumming just REMEMBERING it.

Whether it's my muscles bulging so hard I can feel my freaky veins pushing against my skin as they feed my muscles, my cock inflating with size, power and pleasure, or my balls filling up with all that heavy, potent, perfect seed, it's so hard to talk without grunting, moaning, and admiring my perfect body? Like yesterday, I was having an average conversation, when my abs tensed up SO hard... and I felt my t-shirt rip around them, revealing a new row of freaky, roided abs... guh... fuck... I'm almost cumming just REMEMBERING it.

The Herron household was quiet. Too quiet.

Neighbours were accustomed to lewd moans so loud that they could be heard through pillows over the ears, mufflers, even a boombox. The slutty, whorish animalistic fucking would weasel its way through walls, windows, and whatever else it needed to get past to let Coxville St. know just how deep Jen's latest boytoy was in her tight, teen asshole, and just how hard her gang of studs were ruining her mature bimbo pussy.

But on this quiet, sleepy morning... silence. Complete and utter silence.

And if you were to look inside, you'd be greeted with an even more unusual sight than what you'd normally find inside the Herron household. Because Jane was cooking.

There was a light sizzle as bacon and eggs were being fried in the pan, by quivering, shaking hands, that gingerly tried their best to not toss the breakfast around with how badly they were trembling.

And the strangest part of it all, was that if you were looking to the table, Jen was sitting, knife and fork in hand... and not saying a word. If you knew Jen Herron, if you even had so much as a 5-minute conversation with her, you'd know that that mouth was constantly working. Whether it was sultrily whispering into the ear of some guy with a bulge that went down to his knees, loudly begging for any one from her football player orgy to fucking drench her perky tits in cum, or lewdly swallowing a cock so deep that you could almost see it in her stomach, that mouth had some type of motor attatched to it that was designed for dirty talk, but right now... all it was doing was biting its lip.

But... with the way her brow was furrowed with worry, you could tell that even the lip bite wasn't sexual... it was fearful...

Until... eventually... the silence was broken by a loud, ominous gurgling upstairs, followed by a deep, powerful groan*, and a quiet, nervous gasp from the two Herron women...

Because the third Herron woman had just woken up...

Joni...

You could hear her footsteps, hell, you could feel them... as each heavy, monstrous bump caused the food in the pan to jump, and the plates on the table to rattle.

As the noise of her steps started to make its way down the stairs, some more began to accompany it. A sloshing, a churning, and even more unplaceable noises that just sounded like something workimy much harder than it was supposed to.

Jens lip began to quiver, her breath causing her tits to rise and fall... as she opened her mouth to speak... but still finding herself speechless.

As for Jane, the hand that wasn't at the panhandle began to creep down, digging in past her apron, to find her drooling, dripping snatch, as if on autopilot, she began fingerfucking herself... and even though moaning was all she wanted to do... she didn't fucking dare.

As the kitchen door opened, and a massive, overbearing, beast of a shadow began to fill the room.

"Mmmmm..." It rumbled.

"Good morning~"

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Have you ever wanted to live in fear of a grotesquely muscular, perverted, extremely endowed sister/daughter of yours? Well, you've come to the right place!

Meet Joni Herron. The type of girl whose bulging muscles means any doorway she walks through is detined for cracks and crumbled debris as she has to push her way through it. The type of girl whose body announces her presence with audible, freaky, unnatural gurgling, sloshing, PROCESSING of all the fucked up biology she's got at least a few seconds before she enters a room. The type of girl who leaves a permanent trail of thick, heavy, potent girlnut wherever she walks. And the type of girl whose mind is even darker, freakier, and more terrifying than whatever fear her body inspires. And what's more? You're related to her!

In fact, you're one of the two Herron girls (or both, if you think you can handle it). Jen or Jane. The (18+) teen and the MILF. The two women this side of the cosmos who come the closest to having stretched out enough that they can take the monstrous, cum-drooling cockhead their dear family is sporting, and even then... it's not easy. The only thing that blocks out Joni's body breaking the laws of physics is how... fucking... GOOD it feels. And even when it doesn't feel good... that wouldn't stop her.

So... kinks. I'm an easy gal. I love trying new things, so if you've got anything weird and wonderful that you've been DYING to have done to you? Lmk and we'll sort something out! However, I love mommy-dom, breeding, freaky mutations, audible sounds, hyper of all kinds, growth, BREEDING, lactation, good writing, and BREEDING (in fact, if you've read this far, add "BREEDING" in your intro♡). And... I have a huge kink for celebs, so if you want to swap out any characters for our friends in the zeitgeist, I am down for that!

My only hard limits are fat, feet, farts, furries, male characters, and anything that breaks the Ts and Cs. Anything else, I go by the policy of we listen and we don't judge.

So... ready to meet Joni?