Four Arms

Somehow Ben Tennyson was even more infuriating once they’d moved out of the cramped RV. It only took a few minutes in the cabin before he drove Gwen up the wall. Either making weird and wet noises with his mouth or fidgeting with his stupid watch. It was always beeping or whizzing or clicking making it nearly impossible to focus on her book.

She’d given him multiple chances to stop when finally, she’d had enough.

“Stop messing with your stupid watch, dweeb!” Gwen snapped, rolling over on her bed to snarl at him.

“I’m the dweeb? Whose been going by Lucky Girl?” Her snot-nosed cousin shot back.

“Fine, you’re an idiot,” Gwen rolled her eyes, plugging the headphones back in her ears and cranking up the white noise. But even then, she couldn’t focus on her book nearly as much as she wanted to. Something was going on with Ben, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. He was lashing out at her for the smallest things, but at the same time, he was always around. So often she’d turn around and find him staring at her, it was creeping her out and she just wanted things to go back to normal. Or whatever constituted as normal over this summer.

Lying on her stomach, Gwen lifted both her legs and swung them back and forth lazily. The cabin was cool, compared to the air outside, and it felt nice to just relax without worrying about getting sweaty. The crotch of her pants did stain from time to time, which was embarrassing, and Ben didn’t hold back calling her names like Swamp Crotch.

If only he knew how hard this summer had been for her. Confusing too. Her body was filling out in ways she didn’t understand, and she had a ton of questions she couldn’t ask Grandpa Max. Her butt felt like it was getting bigger, and her curves were becoming more distinct. Curly orange hair had begun to grow in places it’d never been before, and she didn’t know what to do about it. But today, she’d finally worked up the nerve to ask Grandpa to run into town and get her some tampons. It was humiliating, but at least she wouldn’t need to face him for about an hour.

A flash of green light glowed across the walls and the bed jostled beneath the weight of something large. That little brat…

Pulling her headphones out, Gwen looked over her shoulder and said, “Ben, you better not be…”

Towering over her stood the red-skinned alien called Four Arms. The most massive of his collection of aliens, Gwen was readying to order him to go outside when she saw the gigantic bulge in the crotch of his black pants. Or rather, two gigantic bulges. Had they always been there? She didn’t remember seeing them at any point before. Whatever the case, Four Arms loomed behind her with two of his four hands on his hips with the other two clenched into fists.

A primal fear flooded the girl, and she dug her hands into the mattress to scramble away like a frightened rabbit. “I’m telling Grandpa you’re trying to scare me you big—”

The wind was bashed out of her when something hot and heavy thudded onto her little back. Whatever it was, she felt the heat burning through her top and staining the stretchy fabric. Something sticky and rubbery prodded the base of her neck, a sliminess running down the sides. Suddenly, it bucked against her, the whole bed jumping beneath the violent jostle.

It was then she realized what was touching her.

“What the hell are you—”

“Shuddup!” Four Arms roared in his deep gravely voice.

Gwen fought to push herself off the bed, but his massive cocks were too heavy, pinning her to the mattress. She’d only seen them in books before, but none were as huge as the ones weighing her down. They nestled between the crevice of her backside, her two cheeks pulled apart as he humped against her nubile body.

“I’m sorry!” Gwen cried, fervently trying to claw herself away. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean what I said!”

“Oh, now you’re sorry?” Four Arms grunted, “Is that guilt weighing you down or my two dicks? Or maybe it’s because of the barbs on these suckers.”

“B-barbs?” Gwen stammered out.

“Hell yeah!” Four Arms chortled, “You think I was gonna take it easy on you with Diamondhead of Wildmutt? Naw, I’m thinking I’m gonna split you open and really wreck you!”

“No!” she shrieked, seized with panic.

“Tell me…” he leaned over her, his lengths pressed firmer against her back. “You still got that cherry?”

“D-don’t ask me that,” Gwen violently shook her head.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he clucked. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re so stretched out you’ll never be able to take anyone but Four Arms ever again! You think any man would want to be with someone gaping so much their cock can’t even touch your walls?”

His cocks hardened against her back, throbbing violently. A spurt of precum spattered against Gwen’s beautiful orange hair before dripping down her head and neck. It reeked like old fish, seeping down to her scalp like a thick shampoo. There was so much of it, too much of it. What would happen if it went off inside of her?

“No! Ben, no!” Gwen shrieked, just barely managing to wriggle out from under them. But her escape wasn’t long.

Four Arm’s fat fingers easily wrapped around her waist, while another hand eagerly tugged down her tight pants. Panting and writhing beneath him, Gwen got her first quick look behind her. Just enough to catch a glimpse of what was about to be her first.

They were massive, easily thicker and longer than her arms and legs. They were a deep red, with rows of rounded barbs running down the sides. Veins thick as her thighs throbbed obscenely along the length of the two cocks. The heads were the size of basketballs and the slits were large enough that she could jam her hands into them. But precum oozed from the opening, staining the bedsheets and her legs. The thought of having even one of those rammed inside her tight virgin pussy…

“Ben! Please! I’m sorry! I was being stupid! I promise I won’t talk that way to you again!” She babbled; her white panties violently ripped from her body like sheets of paper. “I’ll be good! Don’t do this to me! You’re too big!”

“Too late,” Four Arms grinned maliciously, “I’m about to teach you some respect…” Gwen’s heart thundered in her ears when he added, “Don’t worry, I’ll be rough.”

“Please… don’t…” Gwen squeaked, shivering upon feeling the enormous watermelon-sized heads spread her legs apart. Hard as stone, they ground against both her delicate pussy lips and puckered asshole at the same time. They were so warm and slick, easily lubing her small holes. She gasped as they both twitched against her.

“So, which one is it gonna be? Ass or pussy? Whichever one I choose; you won’t be able to close it for a year. Bet you’ll be able to stuff both hands in there, huh? Hell, probably be able to stuff a whole cantaloupe up you.”

“No!” Gwen blubbered, thick streams of tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “P-p-please!”

“If you had to choose… which one?”

“I-I-I can’t—”

“Choose or it’ll be both!” Four Arms barked.

Her pussy would’ve been ruined forever. She’d never be able to have kids if Ben fucked her there. But if it was her ass, she likely wouldn’t be able to close it ever again. Between securing a future and securing her bowels, she chose the lesser of two evils.

“Ass!” Gwen cried.

“Anal slut, huh?” Ben chuckled, “Thought you’d be a dirty one. Too bad you took too long.”

“What? No! I chose! This isn’t fair, I chose!”

Applying pressure to both holes, she recoiled, digging her nails into the bed to scramble away. But Four Arm’s held her firm, prodding her with his mammoth cocks. They were too big, there was no way he could fit them inside her. She was too small; she’d break before they could spread her open.

But to her horror, her lips and asshole parted and stretched. Her young flesh spread around the red cocks invading her little body. It seemed impossible, but she could feel her muscles stretching to accommodate the foreign objects.

“Fuck, you’re small!” Four Arms grunted, “Good thing we’re about to change that!”

“Don’t do this, Ben! Please!” Gwen’s fingers clenched the pink sheets, pulling them closer to her face. He was impossibly large, ruining her with every centimeter he shoved inside. Sweat poured down her forehead and her teeth clenched so hard she was sure they’d shatter. Her legs kicked beneath her, and her eyes flooded with tears. Her cheeks pulled apart, her lips extended like rubber, and her little back arched. She’d never had anything inside her before, not even her fingers, but now two massive cocks were laying waste to her pussy and ass.

Her tunnels widened and her guts stretched. Her face turned cherry red, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Only the whites of her eyes showing, whatever remained in Gwen’s rational mind warned her that soon there’d be no going back. His heads were already inside her, any further and she’d be wrecked for all time.

Again, she tried to crawl away, but suddenly a hand seized her waist and hoisted her up. Gwen gasped, lifted into the air with her legs dangling beneath her. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, her mouth drooped open and drool dripped off her chin. Gwen’s head draped limply as it stared at her stomach.

“Let… me… get… closer!” Four Arms hilted himself and Gwen screamed. Her stomach distended obscenely, her belly bulging as the head of his cock prodded around her body. Her tremble turned into a quake, struggling to take in even a gasp of air. She could feel him inside her, rummaging around her innards like she was the peel of a banana. Her mind was seared blank, left a clean slate. Drool poured out of her mouth like a waterfall, staining the front of her shirt enough her nipples stood out beneath the thin fabric.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt of pleasure shot to her clit. It flooded her entire body, sending an ooey gooeyness through her core. In the desert of discomfort, this felt like an oasis. She shuddered, letting loose a long and guttural groan.

“Okay, Gwen…here comes the fun part!” Four Arms laughed and began pulling back out of her. One of his barbs knocked against her clit, and she moaned in obscene euphoria. It was both the worst and best sensation she’d experienced. For a moment, she thought Ben was going to show mercy. Pull out and maybe she could salvage what was left of her stretched-out holes. But no. He rammed back in, and she shrieked as she was once again lifted off the ground.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Gwen cried, tongue drooping out of her mouth as her spittle bathed the bulge in her belly. Her body was used like a fuck puppet, he thrust in and out of her with little regard. Sickening squelching sounds gushed from her stretched-out cunt, pussy juices drenching the bedsheets beneath her. He was picking up pace now, galvanized by either her cries or her ever-loosening cunt.

He ripped out of her with a wet plop.

Gwen shivered, feeling the cold air invading her gaping red holes. Scrunching her eyes tight, she fought to close them. Struggling to clench up and squeeze herself back down to where she used to be. But it was impossible, her muscles were too tired and her body too ruined. She was about to cry when Four Arms batted her onto her back. Gwen groaned, her legs up in the air, her mouth gaping open like a fish.

Plowing back into her, Gwen let out a sickening groan as her body was filled again. It disgusted her, but she felt more natural with her holes being plugged than empty. Four Arms rocked in and out of her, her stomach bloating just enough to nearly touch her nose. She didn’t even want to imagine what this was going to do to her later, she just needed to hold out until…

There it was. Another shock of pleasure flooded her core. She bathed in it, wallowing in the sick puddle of ecstasy. Drool spilled from the sides of her mouth as she laid back with a lazy smile on her face. She held onto that blink of pleasure, focusing on it as her body was fucked like the meat sock she was.

“C’mon Gwen, don’t get quiet on me!” Four Arms grunted, pressing her legs up and over her head. “I know! You must be getting bored! I’ll just have to kick it up a notch!”

“What? No!” Her muscles ached and her mind swam as Ben used this as an opportunity to thrust even deeper inside her. He was in her chest now, pressing her body up like rubber. Her own torso bumped against her face. Miserably, she moaned, “Noooooooooo…”

With her legs pressed together, she was even tighter. Ben held her down with one massive hand, using her like an onahole to keep her from being dragged along when he pulled out. Froth pouring out of her mouth, Gwen’s G-spot was assaulted by the barbs on his cock. One after another they drove against it, forcing an orgasm up into her cunt.

“God you’re tight!” Four Arms growled, “Gonna make me cum soon.”

With that he tore out of her, his ridges thumping against her stretched hole. At first, she assumed he was going to cum on her face, and she thanked the heavens he wouldn’t do it inside. But to her horror, he grabbed her and slammed her on her side. Her head jostled, and she nearly lost consciousness before he rammed back into her.

“Ben please!” Gwen weakly struggled out, before her cousin hilted himself again. “Stop it…”

Propped up on one arm, Gwen’s legs nearly dislocated as he jammed inside her again. At this angle, he stirred her guts around and rearranged her innards. He continued rocking into her, stretching her, filling her. Her tortured mind spun; all she could focus on was the massive cock ravaging her holes. Soon there would be no going back.

“I’m gonna…” she sobbed, tears pouring from her eyes. “I’m gonna break!”

He twitched, lifting her whole body off the bed with just that one jerk. He erupted inside her, jets of thick gooey cum flooding her holes like a firehose. A barb beat against her G-spot while another flicked against her clit. A sea of white clouded her mind and suddenly she was engulfed by a burning hot orgasm. Each jerk of his cock rubbed her sensitive spots, and she rode out her confusing and mind-breaking rapture.

She only came down from it when she heard her shirt ripping at the seams. Glancing down, she gasped in horror. Her belly had swollen to the size of a beach ball while she was in euphoria. Five months… six months… seven months pregnant and climbing. Her pale skin stretched out obscenely from beneath her shirt, her insides scalding with his creamy seed. It was rocketing up her intestines and spraying into her stomach.

“Ben! Please! No—” A wet cough tore from her throat, it reeked of seawater, and she began to panic. Struggling to scramble away, she gripped the sheets to pull herself free. But his barbs locked her in place, and all she could do was kick weakly as a string of ooey burps traveled up her throat. It bubbled up inside her, and sickening gurgles bubbled up into her mouth.

Her body convulsed, shoulders jerking forward and back as she choked. Her whole frame was fighting down the growing ocean of seed inside her, and it was losing. It boiled up her esophagus, burning her throat, and she clapped both hands over her mouth to keep it down. She tried to swallow the rush of cum splashing up from the back of her mouth. Sealing her lips, the cum quickly filled her little maw and abruptly spurted from her nostrils. Gwen’s screams were literally drowned out by the thick cum. Her cheeks puffed out as her throat channeled more seed from her stretched-out asshole.

Rivers drooled from her nose, cutting off her air. Swimmers danced along her teeth, demanding release. Finally, knowing she’d soon burst, her mouth burst open. A geyser of jizz bursting out and plastering the bedsheets in a milky torrent. It sprayed up from her throat, dousing everything in sight.

Four Arms pulled out, and Gwen collapsed in a thick sea of cum. Her stomach was still bloated even as all three holes expelled his jizz. She gurgled around the still oozing cum, her stomach a swollen mess and her fingers and legs twitching. She was broken, ruined, there was nothing left of the girl she once was. All she could do was let out a long gloppy groan and cream spattered from her gaping red holes.

Distantly, she heard a familiar beeping noise and her glassy eyes saw a red light. But it didn’t mean anything to her anymore.

A hand poked her plump ass, and a voice said playfully, “If you’re not good, I’ll pick a new alien next time.”