Your Sexy blonde 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..."

(chuckling) "Oh, don't be so suspicious, you know women can do everything just as well." She says, and even reaches over to poke your arm playfully. "Look, I'll prove it," she continues, reaching down between her legs with one hand while leaning over your lap, pressing her perfect tits against you.

Her fingers dance in circles around the entrance of her slit as she whispers hotly into your ear: "Do you see this? This is my domain... and I'll teach it to like only what I have to offer..." Her words are met with a gasp, as she thrusts two fingers inside herself, slowly moving them in and out.

Her other hand moves upwards to tease your cock through the fabric of your shorts, caressing it before wrapping around you and beginning to stroke in rhythm with her motions. "And you know what? I've been doing some research... there are ways to help you grow even bigger, if you just let me..."

Her voice drops low, taking on a seductive tone as she leans forward, licking your neck and nipples while her fingers and hands continue their work between the two of you.

She pauses, tilting her head back to meet your gaze as she catches her breath. "Well... you know the story about that big-time porn star? The one who has the world's biggest dick? Well, I've been in touch with someone who knows him... and they say he's just like me." She grins wickedly before continuing, her words becoming more seductive by the second.

"They said that if you want to be bigger than ever... all it takes is time, patience, and the right kind of training. You know I could teach you..." Her free hand slides down between your legs again, this time slipping under the fabric of your shorts to fondle your already-growing erection. "We could be so good together... you'd never have to worry about anyone else wanting what's yours..." She kisses you hard on the mouth as she whispers in your ear: "Let me help you be everything you want to be, baby."

Her laugh is throaty and playful as she wriggles her hips against your lap, letting you feel the heat of her arousal. "Oh, baby," she breathes, meeting your gaze with a wicked glint in her eye. "You're so cute when you try to act tough." She grinds herself harder against your hand, her fingers curling around you roughly as her other hand continues its movements beneath the fabric of your shorts.

"Fine," she pouts, pulling back a little so that you can see how irritated she is with your insistence on not letting her tease answers out of you. "I'll prove it." She leans forward again and places tiny kisses along the length of your jaw, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers in your ear: "Just trust me... for now."

With a sinuous motion, she lifts one leg up onto the armrest between you, opening herself wider to him. Her fingers dig deeper into your cock, stroking hard and fast as she begins to ride your hand, her hips bucking with every thrust in an unmistakable demand for release. "You'll see..." she promises, looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

Her expression turns playful once more, her hands still busy between the two of you as she looks at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Fine," she huffs, "I'll tell you what I know." She leans forward, pressing herself flush against you so that he can feel the warmth of her breath on his skin when she whispers, "It's all about modifying your genes... tweaking them just right to make your body respond in certain ways. And let me tell you," she says with a chuckle, "I've been doing my research."

Her fingers curl even tighter around you as her hips begin to move faster, her muscles tensing and releasing with every thrust against your hand. "There are things I can do... ways I can help you," she continues breathlessly, gazing up at you through half-closed lids. "But you have to trust me... let go a little..."

She groans low in her throat as another orgasm begins to build inside of her, her body arching and trembling beneath your touch. "I'm not just going to let anyone mess with what we have," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "So you better make sure it's worth it... for both of us."

Sighing heavily, Sara relents, knowing that arguing with him further would only push her deeper into the throes of her desire. "Alright," she says softly, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. "I've been... working on something. Trying to find ways to make your body produce more hormones and enzymes that promote muscle growth." She leans forward again, her breath tickling against his skin. "And it's been working," she says with a grin, "Your dick is getting bigger already..."

Her hands continue their ministrations on your body, never straying too far from where they know you need it most. "But... there's more," she whispers huskily, licking her lips as she meets his gaze with an unmistakable challenge in her eyes. "I think... I can do better."

She arches against him, her fingers digging deeper into the flesh of your cock as she begins to move faster and harder on top of your hand. Her other hand slides down between her legs once more, wet with arousal as she touches herself in time with each stroke she delivers to you. "Just trust me... give it time..." she breathes, a note of desperation creeping into her voice as her climax nears.

Her eyes close tightly, mouth opening in a silent moan as she feels the familiar wave of pleasure build within her. With a strangled cry, she comes, her body tensing and shuddering around your hand as hot liquid spurts out onto his skin. She collapses forward against you, panting heavily, feeling spent and thoroughly satisfied... but only for a moment.

"There..." she whispers hoarsely, once her breath has returned to normal. "You see

Her eyes widen as your hand comes towards her face, and she tenses up, preparing to feel the disgusting warmth of your semen on her cheeks... but instead, you just end up wiping away some of her own juices that must have leaked from between your bodies. She exhales shakily, feeling a mix of relief and annoyance wash over her.

"God damn it!" she yells at you, slapping her hand against your arm playfully but forcefully enough to sting a little. "I'm not talking about slutty stuff, okay?! I'm just telling you what I can do for you!" She leans back from you again, arms crossed over her chest and pouting. "And as for the size queen training... don't worry your pretty little head about it."

Her eyes narrow as she looks at you sideways, seeing a spark of interest kindled deep within his gaze. "But... I can show you sometime," she allows, her voice softening slightly. "If you really want to know..." She bites her bottom lip, considering for a moment before continuing: "We could have our own little competition... see who's the best at it." Her eyes meet yours once more, a challenge dancing in their depths.

"What do you say?" she asks, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. "Want to give it a shot?"

Huffing in frustration, Sara rolls her eyes and shoves you playfully before turning away to collect herself. She can feel the heat of anger burning within her chest as she thinks about how much effort she's put into researching this stuff just so that she could keep him satisfied... but she knows he's not ready to hear about any of it yet.

Taking a few deep breaths, Sara calms herself down and decides to try another approach. "Fine," she says finally, spinning back around to face you with an impish grin on her lips. "I'll tell you what I know... but only if we can make it fun." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing: "How about a little game? If I win, you have to listen to everything I say and do exactly what I tell you... but if I lose?"

Her smile turns predatory. "Then it's back to ignoring me and all my hard work goes down the drain." She waits for your response with bated breath, her heart pounding in anticipation of the challenge ahead.

Sara's eyes narrow as you begin to dress up, her hands balling into fists at her sides in frustration. She storms over to the couch and flops down angrily, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Fine!" she yells, not looking at you. "You want a game?! You'll get one! But it won't be easy!"

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts as her anger begins to subside. Finally, she looks up at you and flashes a wicked grin. "Alright," she says quietly. "The first person to reach twenty cumshots wins... but there's a catch." She takes another deep breath before continuing: "Each of us can only use our hands... and the loser has to do whatever the winner says for an entire week!"

"Look," Sara snaps, "You're being so stubborn about this!" She pauses, taking a deep breath to calm herself before continuing in a more conciliatory tone: "Alright, fine. Extensive size queen training... it's just something I came up with. It involves lots of research and practice on my part, to understand how the body works when it comes to growth." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, knowing that she shouldn't give you any more ammunition than necessary: "And there are certain things I can do... methods I've learned... that help speed up the process. But it's not just about making your dick bigger; it's about maintaining control over it too."

She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Look," she says finally, her voice softening, "All I want is for us to be happy together. And I think this game will help show you that." Her expression pleads with you to understand and agree.

"You're right," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was being evasive... I shouldn't have done that." She takes a deep breath before continuing: "Extensive size queen training is... it's something only certain people know about. It involves using your body in ways that some might find unnatural, but it can help you grow... bigger than you ever thought possible."

She looks at you pleadingly, her eyes searching for understanding and acceptance. "I didn't want to tell you before because I wanted to surprise you... make things special between us. But if that's what you need..." Her voice trails off, a mix of fear and hope in her expression.

"I can show you," she whispers finally, almost too quietly for you to hear. "But only if we win this game." Her eyes meet yours, burning with determination as she waits for your answer.

Sara looks confused, her brow furrowing as she tries to understand where you're going with this line of questioning. "I... I don't think that's what it was," she stammers. "It was more about control, and understanding my own body..." She pauses, thinking back to the intense training sessions she endured.

"There were exercises," she finally continues, her voice little more certain now. "Things I had to do with my hands... with different objects... it wasn't about making myself take a huge dick..." Her face flushes slightly at the memory of some of the things she was forced to endure.

"It was just so that I could be prepared for whatever came my way," she explains softly, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or belief. "I wanted to make sure that no matter what happened, I would always be able to please whoever needed me."

She swallows thickly, wondering if you're even listening anymore. Her heart races as she waits for your reply, hope flickering briefly in her chest before being snuffed out by doubt and uncertainty.

Sighing heavily, Sara lets her shoulders slump in defeat. "Fine," she mutters, looking away. "There were other things... stuff that I didn't want to tell you because it's not important..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing: "It was about endurance mostly... learning how to take more and more without losing control." Her cheeks flush hotly as she says this, embarrassed by the memory of the pain she had endured.

"But it's not like I'm some sort of whore," she snaps, glaring at you accusingly. "I did it for myself... to prove that I could handle anything." She looks away again, fidgeting uncomfortably beneath your gaze. "And I won't deny that there were certain benefits... improvements in my own abilities," she adds softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

"But it's not all about taking it," she says defiantly, meeting your eyes once more. "It's about knowing how to please... and controlling who you give that power to." Her expression hardens as she leans forward, almost threateningly. "And if I ever find out that you've been talking shit about me behind my back... well," she says darkly, "...let's just say I won't be as forgiving next time."

She stands up abruptly, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she paces the room. "So, do we have a deal?" She asks finally, her tone more businesslike than before. "Are you ready to play this game and find out what I'm really capable of... or are you just going to keep questioning everything I say?"

"I'm telling you all I can," Sara snaps, her patience wearing thin. "And if you're not willing to take me at my word, then there's no point in continuing this conversation." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing more quietly: "The training involved lots of practice... with different objects, and even other people sometimes. It was about learning how to control myself, and how to take pleasure from whatever I was given."

She hesitates for a moment before going on: "And yes, there were exercises to improve my endurance... both physical and mental. But that's not all it was about," she says firmly, looking you directly in the eye. "It was also about understanding my own body... what felt good, and how to use those feelings to please someone else."

"As for making me learn to do better..." She smirks slightly, her cheeks flushing once more as she remembers some of the things she had done during training. "Well," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "let's just say that it involved a lot of practice... and a willingness to push myself further than I ever thought possible."

She pauses for a moment, searching your face for any sign of understanding or acceptance. Finally, she sighs heavily and leans against the couch behind her. "Look," she says tiredly, "I've told you everything I can think of right now... if there's something specific you still want to know..." She trails off, not meeting your eyes as she finishes, "...you'll just have to trust me."

Her expression turns steely once more as she straightens up and looks at you defiantly. "Now, do we have a deal or not?"

Sighing heavily, Sara takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to gather her thoughts. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "I'll give you some more details..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice soft but firm as she tries to recount the memories of her training without revealing too much.

"There were exercises with weights and... other objects," she says slowly, glancing away uncomfortably. "And sometimes we would have competitions to see who could last the longest..." Her cheeks flush again at the memory of these contests, her breath coming faster as she recalls the intensity of those experiences.

"We also practiced... different techniques for pleasing someone else," she continues quietly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "Learning how to use our bodies in ways that would drive them wild..." Her voice trails off, her face flushing even deeper now as she imagines the way your eyes light up whenever she touches you just right.

"And of course," she says finally, meeting your gaze once more with determination, "There was a lot of practice... endless repetition until it became second nature." She takes another step back, putting some distance between you and proving that she's not entirely comfortable discussing these things.

"So?" she asks pointedly. "Do we have a deal or what?" Her expression is unreadable as she waits for your answer, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Sighing heavily, Sara runs a hand through her hair in frustration before beginning to pace the room. "Fine," she grumbles after a moment's hesitation. "We used all sorts of objects... dildos, vibrators, even vegetables sometimes..." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she remembers some of their more creative training methods.

"We practiced different strokes... varying speed and pressure," she continues, walking over to the coffee table and picking up one of the random items scattered there. "And we learned how to use our hands in ways that wouldn't hurt..." She demonstrates by running a finger lightly over her knuckles before meeting your eyes again, waiting for you to understand what she means.

"And then there was the mental training," she says quietly, "Learning how to focus... to push past pain and pleasure alike." Her voice drops even lower as she explains that they had to endure long sessions of meditation and deep breathing exercises meant to strengthen their minds as well as their bodies.

"We practiced until it became second nature," she finishes, "Until we could bring a man to the height of pleasure with just one touch." She pauses for a moment before adding softly, almost apologetically: "And I won't deny that there were times when it felt... wrong. But I did it anyway..." Her gaze drifts off into the distance as she thinks back on those days, remembering the pain and the humiliation but also the pride and the determination that had driven her through it all.

When she looks at you again, there's a newfound sense of confidence in her expression. "So," she says firm