Pussy Destroyer Part 2


Pussy Destroyer 2 by Lou Bealy

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Tiffany was distraught. She realized to her dismay that she would have to dress in a skirt, hoping that it would help hide her current predicament. If her panties soaked through, she could easily change them. But her pants soaking through would be obvious and much harder to change. She carried extra panties and pads in her purse, which she hardly ever used. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She didn’t normally like to wear dresses at all unless her parents insisted on it for photos or whatever. She didn’t feel like she had to impress anyone, especially since becoming a social pariah. Her trim figure was usually hidden under her baggy jeans and hoodie, and now every inch of her was on display in a yellow sundress. She frowned at her reflection before hurrying off to school.

When she finally arrived, it was too late to try and find Hank in the student center. She felt very self-conscious when she walked into class late since all eyes were on her. She was pretty sure that no one would be able to see what had happened to her, but she couldn’t shake the thought that the source of her new shame would be somehow discovered and laid bare in front of everyone. Once she got to her seat, she very quickly lost track of the teacher’s lecture. She was too busy contemplated her situation to pay any attention. That morning had been as horrifying as it was frustrating.

She had spent too much time trying to achieve orgasm and had to eventually give up with a disappointed huff. As big around as her hand was, she couldn’t get it deep enough. Her big pink dildo didn’t come close to recreating the size and sensations that Hank’s big beautiful cock had created. They didn’t have any classes together, so she had all day to contemplate what she was going to tell him and she couldn’t concentrate on much of anything else. Her classes were a total blur and she was disturbed how little that bothered her.

School had always been important to her in its own right and also as a means to an end for her to achieve her dreams. She had a track, she was going to be a doctor and then use both her magic and science to help people. That had been her dream since she was a little girl. It wasn’t until high school when she became a social outcast that she had started hating school, though she never lost sight of her goals. Now her desire for revenge could have compromised all of that.

Her initial idea to unleash him on her classmates as punishment for labeling her a slut was still a titillating one, but her firsthand knowledge of exactly what was in store for the girls in their class gave her pause, and she wasn’t sure what to tell him, if anything. She had never used magic in this way before, in an act of revenge or malice and perhaps she deserved what had happened to her. It was conventional wisdom among witches that there was always a price to be paid when invoking the power of the spirit world. She had been arrogant to think that this would have been any different. She knew that was why one of the coven’s most important rules was to check in with your sisters before casting any magic. She had ignored it at her own peril.

That thought made her grimace as she looked down at her clothed crotch. Then she looked around. She was self-conscious that someone would notice something different about her. Every time she crossed her legs, she would feel her wet skin squelch together and make a noise that sounded loud as a gunshot to her. She had to force herself to keep both feet on the floor, and slightly spread. If she had them too far, people would be able to look up her dress. Too close, and her now enlarged pussy lips would rub together and make it even harder to concentrate. Her panties were already beginning to soak through. What was worse, she could smell her own musk just sitting in class. She hoped no one else could smell it.

She had put a panty liner in, but she knew at the time that it wouldn’t be adequate. She was always leaking like a faucet now. It hadn’t even lasted her trip to school, buy the time she got there it was already soaked through. She had immediately gone to the bathroom and removed it, replacing it with another pad from her purse, for what little good that she expected it would do. She wondered if it made it worse since the extra material was rubbing directly on her vulva and clit. Her vulva being stretched out, and her lips basically dripping out didn’t help either, since there seemed to be much more skin to be stimulated. The physical sensations were just as distracting as her inner conflict was.

By the time the bell rang signaling the end of sixth period, she still wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him. Part of her thought she should warn him not to do anything else until after she figured out a way to reverse it. But she couldn’t deny how satisfying it would be if her fellow classmates, who thought themselves so much better than her, shared her fate. She grinned at that thought, right as she found Hank in the student center. He seemed like he had been waiting for her, but didn’t want to be obvious about it. She immediately noticed that he had a bit of a swagger as he approached.

* * *

Hank had been waiting in the student center, hoping to see Tiffany there. He spotted her and smiled. He immediately noticed how different she looked in her bright yellow sundress.
“So, how is it going?” he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he added quietly.

She seemed unsure of what to say for a moment before finally answering, "No, that was amazing." she said in a voice loud enough to be heard over the crowd. "We should do it again." she added, looking right at a group of girls that were standing nearby.

He gave her a skeptical look, unsure of why she was being so brazen about it since the last thing she had said to him the night before was not to tell anyone about it. She simply turned and started walking home, and he took the hint and followed. She was walking very quickly and clearly didn’t want to talk.

When they got to her place, she grabbed his hand and practically ran down the stairs to the basement. The door slammed behind them and she turned to him, her expression shifting from fear to lust and back.

“What?” he asked. “Are you having second thoughts?” He smiled.

“No, I… just look.” she sighed, then reached down to lift her skirt, revealing her grey panties with the crotch completely soaked. The inside of her thighs was moist and practically dripping. She also had a prominent camel toe, which he was sure he didn’t notice the day before. 

“Oooo… you are horny, aren’t you?” he cooed, staring at her crotch.

She lowered her panties and her pussy was already engorged and dripping her slimy girl cum like a faucet. Strangely, it was already gaping like she had just been fucked hard.
“What’s going on here.” he said, confused. “You say you’re not the slut that everyone says you are, but-” he gestured to her crotch, but she cut him off.

She cut him off, “It’s not what you think.” She sighed and shook her head before continuing. “It’s been like this since you...fucked me.” she said quietly, looking at the floor. She pressed her legs together, trying to hide her shame, but couldn’t because the outer lips of her vagina were now hanging low enough to be pressed between her thighs so they were actually peeking out. She squeezed her legs together harder to hide it, but that just resulted in a loud queef sound. She turned bright red with embarrassment.

Did I really destroy her pussy? he wondered with a grin. “Well, it looks like you’re already prepared for me. I stretched you good, didn’t I?” he said out loud with a chuckle. He reached down and began to unfasten his pants. They dropped to the floor, revealing that he had given up wearing underwear. His big hardening cock flopped out.

“No, it’s not that…” she trailed off, his cock was twitching as it grew, completely taking her attention and making it hard to think about anything else. “What was I saying?” she asked after a moment, still staring at his now erect cock.

“That your pussy is good and ready for me.” he turned his hips back and forth, his cock waggling for emphasis, making lewd sounds as his giant member slapped against him.

“Yes, but-” She shook her head and closed her eyes like she was trying to clear her mind.

“Lie down.” he commanded, pointing to the cushion in the middle of the room.

She opened her mouth to say something else, but she stopped but then eventually complied. She lay back on the cushion and spread her legs, her engorged snatch on full display, her lips spread wide open and her vaginal canal gaping open.

Hank almost grimaced when he saw it. He had always thought vaginas were pretty and even mesmerizing, but this one was verging on gross. But his throbbing cock didn’t seem to care, he needed to get off.

He climbed on top of her and aimed the tip of his cock at her opening. It slid in with hardly any resistance. He pushed more, eliciting a loud moan from Tiffany as his cock bottomed out inside her. 

She didn’t feel nearly as full as last time, but it felt incredible just the same. She felt like his cock was in its rightful place, inside her where it belonged. As it began to slide back and forth, she couldn’t stop from shrieking at the top of her lungs. She was already in the midst of her first of many orgasms.

Hank wasn’t even really enjoying it. He was not getting the stimulation he needed and had to actually concentrate on achieving orgasm. He decided that her stretched out cunt wasn’t going to be any good to him. Nothing about this was that hot, not even her moaning and crying his name. His mind wandered, trying to find something hot to help him get it over with so he could go back home.

I really did destroy her pussy. It’s basically useless now. He thought, derisively. 

That thought did something for him though. He started feeling an orgasm coming on. He took that thought further.

I wonder if I can wreck her pussy even further. He grinned to himself and picked up speed.

He found his orgasm soon after, and it corresponded with her twentieth or something like that; he had stopped counting after a half-dozen or so. Afterward, she was so utterly spent that she was fighting back sleep as he put pants back on. His still mostly erect cock bulged obscenely down his left pant leg. 

He leaned down to inspect whatever further destruction he had wrought on her vagina. Her legs were still splayed wide open, seemingly gallons of cum leaking out of her onto the already stained cushion. It was even grosser than before he started. Far uglier. Her genitals barely resembled a vulva anymore, looking more like a huge gaping hole surrounded by a pile of roast beef. It was downright hideous, almost disturbing. He felt his gag reflex hit hard when she turned on her side and pressed her legs together, emitting a loud farting sound as her ugly pussy was mostly hidden between her legs, once again. The long outer lips had to be at least 4 inches long and hanging out. He knew right then that he was done with her, and that he would need to find someone else to fulfill his new predatory desires.

“So what was it that was so important to tell me?” he asked, as he fastened his belt. “That my cock wrecked you for good?”

She didn’t respond right away, still clearly out of it. She was covered in sweat and still breathing hard. She looked up at him with doe eyes.

“How bad is it?” she asked with a note of fear in her voice.

He grinned at her, taking a certain pleasure in what he had done. “It’s a pile of meat now.” he chuckled at his cleverness. “It barely did anything for me.”

She didn’t say anything else, and stared off into space, seemingly deep in thought. He shook his head and went to leave.

“I couldn’t resist…” she whispered. “I knew what would happen…”

Hank stopped and turned to listen.

She continued, “I guess my plan was too effective.” she sighed, looking down at the damage done to her once beautiful little snatch.

“I would say so.” he laughed, turning back to go up the stairs. “You thought you would be able to resist the new me.”

An evil smile spread across her face. “Well, at least that means no one else will be able to either.”

* * *

The next day, Hank was approached by a punky girl named Claire, one of his and Tiffany's classmates. “So… I heard a rumor that you are the biggest she has ever seen. There’s a picture of a dick so huge that it must be photoshopped that the girls are spreading around, but no face to go with it.” She looked at the floor. “I… I was wondering…” she stammered awkwardly.

Hank smiled, knowing that Tiffany was behind the rumors. “You were wondering if you could see it for yourself? See if I am as big as Tiffany said?”

He had sent Tiffany a pic of his junk for this very purpose. Her plan of revenge didn't really matter to him. But if it helped him find more willing cock sleeves, he was on board. The mere idea of destroying her pussy like he had Tiffany's caused an immediate tightening of his pants as his cock began to grow.

Claire looked away, blushing. She was kinda cute. She had a long, slightly pudgy face, dark hair, and dark eyes. She wasn’t what he would call a looker, but he did like that punk style that she was rocking. She had a bright pink tutu over white and black striped leggings, with a dark sweatshirt that hid her decent-sized c-cups. She was thick but not excessively overweight.

“Yes.” he said with a confident smile. "What are you doing after school?" 

She smiled back at him demurely.

* * *

Everything was going as Tiffany planned. Well, not everything. She certainly didn’t intend to end up with a stretched out windsock for a pussy. Even she had to admit how gross it was, with its constant dripping and leaking. It had gotten so bad that she had to replace her panties between each class period.  She would soon have lots of company, though. She would lead the sheep right to the wolf’s den, where they would end up sharing her disgusting fate. They would be labeled sluts, just like her.

Her pussy was like something out of a horror movie now. She didn’t even want to look at it. She couldn’t help but think about it, though. She was constantly horny. She had tried to invite Hank back to her place again, but he blew her off every time. She might have been upset under different circumstances. She knew that every time she let him fuck her, her situation would only get worse, so that made it easier to accept. She didn’t even like looking at her pussy now. She used to pride herself on how cute and tight that it was, but those days were definitely behind her. She was still too embarrassed to show it to any other guy, so she just had to deal with her constant horniness. Masturbating with the biggest dildo she could find didn’t really do anything for her at this point, and that scared her. She could hardly think about anything else. She was neglecting her school work, her college applications, her studying for the SATs, nothing seemed to matter except her lust burning inside her. Her parents weren’t even around, still vacationing in Europe. They never even asked how her schoolwork was going, and she knew that they didn’t really even care.

She couldn’t do anything about it, either. She found some spells in her book that may work, healing spells, rejuvenation spells, several possibilities. The problem was her sexual energy was completely out of balance and in disharmony. She couldn’t stop thinking about Hank’s giant cock. She couldn’t shake the constant and insatiable need to be fucked. There was no way for her to summon the control necessary to complete such a spell. She was stuck this way, she was afraid. Her coven meeting was not for another few weeks, and she didn’t know if they would be able or willing to help her either. She wasn’t supposed to be conducting rituals on her own anyway. What’s more, the more she felt herself slip away to be replaced by this sluttier version of herself, the one that didn’t care about anything but finding someone or something to fill her disgusting hole, the less likely it seemed that she would be able to ever go back to normal. Either way, until their next meeting, she would be just another of Hank’s victims. 

Some of the girls had tried to tease her about having sex with a nerd like Hank, but their tune soon changed once they saw the picture that he had sent her. Soon after, most of the seniors had begun passing around the pic of his cock. Just as Tiffany had intended, Hank had suddenly become the talk of the girl's locker room. Every day, he had a different girl meet him after school to walk over to his place where they could fuck before his parents got home.

Normally, the girls would probably want to brag about bedding a guy with a huge dick and one who knew how to fuck, at that. But all of the girls that succumbed to temptation were pretty clammed up about the details, other than he was amazing and his cock was so huge it was almost scary. Tiffany was sure that they were getting their pussies ruined, just like her, but she didn’t want to give anything away by asking. She did notice that the girls whom she knew had seen him were now reluctant to dress for P.E. in front of the other girls. Like her, they would go and hide in a stall to change. This wasn’t anything unusual in an of itself, but she definitely noticed that there were way more girls doing this than usual. She also noticed the little machine that had menstrual pads for sale was now constantly empty. Way more girls than usual were asking to be excused to the bathroom and citing “women’s trouble”, which was rarely ever questioned. There were also way more farting sounds in each class than usual, some of it her own pussy queefing, but she knew that the others were coming from girls sharing her situation. The faculty didn’t seem to be catching on to anything strange going on, but it seemed to be only a matter of time since Hank was fucking his way through their entire class of girls.

Tiffany knew that the rumors and pictures would eventually make it around to every girl, but she wanted to help it along. She knew just the person to send the pic to next.

“Get a load of this.” she wrote before sending the text to Denise. If anyone deserved this, it was her. 

“Gross!” Denise texted back almost immediately. “Is that for real? Where did you find that?”

Tiffany smiled as she explained that it was Hank and sent more details, knowing that it was just a matter of time before she walked right into the spider web. It didn’t matter that Denise didn’t believe her, said that she had known Hank since he was a little kid, and couldn’t imagine him as this giant cocked lady killer. 

* * *

At first, it was just the more party girl types that Hank was seeing after school. They were the first to give in and succumb to their lust. Claire was only the first. Once they had seen the picture, they couldn’t resist, just like Tiffany. And, Just like Tiffany, he ruined their pussies for all other guys. He had begun to discover that it really did it for him, the idea that with every stroke of his cock inside them, he was sealing their fate. He got off on the idea of wrecking them. They deserved their pussies to be all stretched out and gross. It revealed them for the sluts that they were. He found a certain pleasure in knowingly corrupting these girls. He knew that they couldn’t get his monster cock out of their heads. He found that he derived a certain pleasure from knowingly turning their cute little pussies into dripping, gaping holes. It had become the main thing that got him off.

It wasn’t all fun, though. He had an increasing number of victims in his wake that just wouldn’t leave him alone. Whether it was to complain about what had happened, or just to relentlessly proposition him. They almost invariably broke down asked him for a repeat performance, knowing what he had done to them the first time but unable to resist. He always refused, though. He knew that for him, their pussies were one-use only. He had no interest in their ugly, stretched out snatches, and he even told them as much. This seemingly made him all the more desirable. He had become the most popular guy in school, among the girls, seemingly overnight. He didn’t have to work at all to get these girls to follow him to his house, bend over, and accept his enormous cock inside their cute little pussies and permanently ruin them forever. In short order, he had seemingly torn through half the girls in his class. It had gotten to the point that every classroom reeked of girl musk. The bathrooms were so pungent you could smell it from across the hall.

He got to see just how much havoc he had wrought at Denise’s pool party. He noticed a lot of typical faces missing, mostly the girls that he had defiled. And the few of his victims that did attend were not wearing swimsuits. He knew that they were self-conscious about their wrecked pussies and how people would react if they saw the huge camel toes they were now hiding. They all were blushing, looking awkward and uncomfortable.

Tiffany was among them. She normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a social event like this, but she seemed to want to see the result of her work, just as he did. She had started this, after all. She was smiling, as she was looking around at the other clothed girls. She obviously was quite pleased with how many of her former detractors were now in the same position as her.

 When Hank had first learned about the party, he didn’t know how he would be able to face Kayla again, or any of the girls she might have told about his little problem. She was known to spread rumors, after all. Now, he was brimming with confidence. He didn’t even care whether Kayla was there or interacted with him at all. He saw her there, laughing with a few of her friends. They made eye-contact but ignored her and continued on to the pool. 

And as far as the rumors she may be spreading, there’s no way they would last given how many other girls would report a monster in his pants. Especially since he was wearing his typical swim trunks that he had purchased before this all happened and thus were not meant to accommodate his massive junk. Even the normally loose swim trunks showed his bulge in front. He sat on the edge of the pool, his legs spread wide and dangling in the water. His crotch was on full display for anyone to see. Right when he sat down, he noticed Denise looking at him.
She was just as hot as ever. She was a lot like Kayla, which was no surprise since they were sisters. She had the same curves that her two-piece bikini put on full display, same brown hair that she wore in a short pixie-cut, the same striking blue eyes. She was a little taller than Kayla, and a little thicker, but that was really the main difference. They could almost be twins otherwise. Their mom looked almost the same too, it was uncanny. Their dad looked nothing like them, being a tall thin ginger. It was like he hadn’t even contributed any genes to them at all.

She walked right towards him, deliberately and with apparent purpose. “H-hey Hank.” she stammered, seemingly unable to maintain eye contact. She looked awkwardly at her feet.

 Hank glanced over at Tiffany, who was watching them with a smug grin. She just nodded to him.

He turned back to Denise. “What’s up, Denise?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Not much.” She pointed to the edge of the pool next to him. “Do you mind if I join you?”

He was normally so intimidated by her. She was the hot older sister of his best friend. She had been an authority figure to him since she babysat him as a kid. She had also been an object of his desire. She was smart, beautiful, and going places; she was currently studying for her master’s in biology at a major university.

“Whatever, it’s your pool.” he said in a dismissive tone. He no longer felt any need to try and impress girls. No matter how much of an asshole he was, they still begged for his cock just the same.

She sat down next to him and they both sat there silently for a few minutes. She eventually cleared her throat and asked. “So… you and Tiffany… what’s going on there?”

“Nothing.” he stared ahead at all of the cute girls in the pool wearing bathing suits. It was only a matter of time before he destroyed their pussies too, and they were standing around awkwardly, fully clothed at a pool party.

“That’s not what I heard.” she replied, looking at him directly and seemingly shaking off some of her nervousness.

“What did you hear?” He looked right back into her bright blue eyes and smiled.

His confident gaze seemed to further unnerve her and she looked away. “That you and her... “ she paused, fidgeting and clearly uncomfortable discussing this.

“That I fucked her?” He said bluntly with a grin.

“Y-yes. But I thought that can’t be right.”

“Oh? And why is that?” he crossed his arms.

“Well, you know. She’s never been that interested in men at all, much less a geeky guy like you.” she tried to sound tough, which usually came so easy to her but now sounded so hollow. He seemed to see right through it, too.

“And what else did she say?” he raised his eyebrows and held his hands wide.

“That you are… huge. She showed me a picture of your supposed huge cock. She said you rocked her universe.” she whispered, looking down at the bulge in his crotch. She finally turned away for a moment and looked embarrassed immediately and started looking around to see if anyone was listening. She noticed how half the crowd seemed to be watching them, and began to turn red.

“But you believe that, though, don’t you?” He was loving how uncomfortable she looked.

“I’ve seen you in this pool since you were a kid. If you were packing a monster that huge, I would have noticed it...” She continued to stare at the bulge in his swim trunks.

“And now you can’t stop thinking about it, that cock in the picture.” He leaned in closer to her and noticed how her nipples were rock hard and poking through her bright red bikini top. He looked back into her eyes. “Can you?” 

“I- I think you’re stuffing.” she stammered. “There’s no way that cock is yours. Nerd.” She hastily added the last bi as an attempt to regain some confidence and take control of this situation.

“If that’s what you think, then fine. I don’t care.” He stood up from the pool and turned to walk inside.

He got to one of the bathrooms and left the door slightly open. He went to the toilet to pee, reaching in his shorts to fish out his cock. It was already growing hard. He relished the power he seemed to have over her. He loved the idea of defiling his old babysitter and ruining her pussy forever.

He heard the door hinge squeak behind him, and he knew who it must be. He didn’t turn around and just let his bladder go. It only took a moment to finish. He didn’t bother to put his cock away and turned around to see Denise. She was blushing bright red and had a look of utter embarrassment on her face. As soon as his pendulous cock swung into view, she gasped.

“What do you think now?” he asked smugly. He began to stroke the length of the shaft, making it grow even larger. “Is this the cock you saw? Or am I ‘stuffing’?” A drop of precum began to form at the tip of his big purple head.

She stood there for a moment, clearly looking very conflicted. She stood to the side mostly on one leg, like she was about to turn around and leave but she just couldn’t.

“Well?” he demanded, forcing her to make her decision. He already knew the answer.

Without looking away from his now throbbing erection, she reached back and pushed the door shut.

To be continued in Part 3

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Pussy Destroyer 2 by Lou Bealy
Commissioned by anonymous
If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are here
All characters engaging in sex acts are 18 or older
For maximum enjoyment, read Part 1 first
Tiffany was distraught. She realized to her dismay that she would have to dress in a skirt, hoping that it would help hide her current predicament. If her panties soaked through, she could easily change them. But her pants soaking through would be obvious and much harder to change. She carried extra panties and pads in her purse, which she hardly ever used. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She didn’t normally like to wear dresses at all unless her parents insisted on it for photos or whatever. She didn’t feel like she had to impress anyone, especially since becoming a social pariah. Her trim figure was usually hidden under her baggy jeans and hoodie, and now every inch of her was on display in a yellow sundress. She frowned at her reflection before hurrying off to school.
When she finally arrived, it was too late to try and find Hank in the student center. She felt very self-conscious when she walked into class late since all eyes were on her. She was pretty sure that no one would be able to see what had happened to her, but she couldn’t shake the thought that the source of her new shame would be somehow discovered and laid bare in front of everyone. Once she got to her seat, she very quickly lost track of the teacher’s lecture. She was too busy contemplated her situation to pay any attention. That morning had been as horrifying as it was frustrating.
She had spent too much time trying to achieve orgasm and had to eventually give up with a disappointed huff. As big around as her hand was, she couldn’t get it deep enough. Her big pink dildo didn’t come close to recreating the size and sensations that Hank’s big beautiful cock had created. They didn’t have any classes together, so she had all day to contemplate what she was going to tell him and she couldn’t concentrate on much of anything else. Her classes were a total blur and she was disturbed how little that bothered her.
School had always been important to her in its own right and also as a means to an end for her to achieve her dreams. She had a track, she was going to be a doctor and then use both her magic and science to help people. That had been her dream since she was a little girl. It wasn’t until high school when she became a social outcast that she had started hating school, though she never lost sight of her goals. Now her desire for revenge could have compromised all of that.
Her initial idea to unleash him on her classmates as punishment for labeling her a slut was still a titillating one, but her firsthand knowledge of exactly what was in store for the girls in their class gave her pause, and she wasn’t sure what to tell him, if anything. She had never used magic in this way before, in an act of revenge or malice and perhaps she deserved what had happened to her. It was conventional wisdom among witches that there was always a price to be paid when invoking the power of the spirit world. She had been arrogant to think that this would have been any different. She knew that was why one of the coven’s most important rules was to check in with your sisters before casting any magic. She had ignored it at her own peril.
That thought made her grimace as she looked down at her clothed crotch. Then she looked around. She was self-conscious that someone would notice something different about her. Every time she crossed her legs, she would feel her wet skin squelch together and make a noise that sounded loud as a gunshot to her. She had to force herself to keep both feet on the floor, and slightly spread. If she had them too far, people would be able to look up her dress. Too close, and her now enlarged pussy lips would rub together and make it even harder to concentrate. Her panties were already beginning to soak through. What was worse, she could smell her own musk just sitting in class. She hoped no one else could smell it.
She had put a panty liner in, but she knew at the time that it wouldn’t be adequate. She was always leaking like a faucet now. It hadn’t even lasted her trip to school, buy the time she got there it was already soaked through. She had immediately gone to the bathroom and removed it, replacing it with another pad from her purse, for what little good that she expected it would do. She wondered if it made it worse since the extra material was rubbing directly on her vulva and clit. Her vulva being stretched out, and her lips basically dripping out didn’t help either, since there seemed to be much more skin to be stimulated. The physical sensations were just as distracting as her inner conflict was.
By the time the bell rang signaling the end of sixth period, she still wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him. Part of her thought she should warn him not to do anything else until after she figured out a way to reverse it. But she couldn’t deny how satisfying it would be if her fellow classmates, who thought themselves so much better than her, shared her fate. She grinned at that thought, right as she found Hank in the student center. He seemed like he had been waiting for her, but didn’t want to be obvious about it. She immediately noticed that he had a bit of a swagger as he approached.
* * *
Hank had been waiting in the student center, hoping to see Tiffany there. He spotted her and smiled. He immediately noticed how different she looked in her bright yellow sundress.
“So, how is it going?” he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he added quietly.
She seemed unsure of what to say for a moment before finally answering, "No, that was amazing." she said in a voice loud enough to be heard over the crowd. "We should do it again." she added, looking right at a group of girls that were standing nearby.
He gave her a skeptical look, unsure of why she was being so brazen about it since the last thing she had said to him the night before was not to tell anyone about it. She simply turned and started walking home, and he took the hint and followed. She was walking very quickly and clearly didn’t want to talk.
When they got to her place, she grabbed his hand and practically ran down the stairs to the basement. The door slammed behind them and she turned to him, her expression shifting from fear to lust and back.
“What?” he asked. “Are you having second thoughts?” He smiled.
“No, I… just look.” she sighed, then reached down to lift her skirt, revealing her grey panties with the crotch completely soaked. The inside of her thighs was moist and practically dripping. She also had a prominent camel toe, which he was sure he didn’t notice the day before.
“Oooo… you are horny, aren’t you?” he cooed, staring at her crotch.
She lowered her panties and her pussy was already engorged and dripping her slimy girl cum like a faucet. Strangely, it was already gaping like she had just been fucked hard.
“What’s going on here.” he said, confused. “You say you’re not the slut that everyone says you are, but-” he gestured to her crotch, but she cut him off.
She cut him off, “It’s not what you think.” She sighed and shook her head before continuing. “It’s been like this since you...fucked me.” she said quietly, looking at the floor. She pressed her legs together, trying to hide her shame, but couldn’t because the outer lips of her vagina were now hanging low enough to be pressed between her thighs so they were actually peeking out. She squeezed her legs together harder to hide it, but that just resulted in a loud queef sound. She turned bright red with embarrassment.
Did I really destroy her pussy? he wondered with a grin. “Well, it looks like you’re already prepared for me. I stretched you good, didn’t I?” he said out loud with a chuckle. He reached down and began to unfasten his pants. They dropped to the floor, revealing that he had given up wearing underwear. His big hardening cock flopped out.
“No, it’s not that…” she trailed off, his cock was twitching as it grew, completely taking her attention and making it hard to think about anything else. “What was I saying?” she asked after a moment, still staring at his now erect cock.
“That your pussy is good and ready for me.” he turned his hips back and forth, his cock waggling for emphasis, making lewd sounds as his giant member slapped against him.
“Yes, but-” She shook her head and closed her eyes like she was trying to clear her mind.
“Lie down.” he commanded, pointing to the cushion in the middle of the room.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but she stopped but then eventually complied. She lay back on the cushion and spread her legs, her engorged snatch on full display, her lips spread wide open and her vaginal canal gaping open.
Hank almost grimaced when he saw it. He had always thought vaginas were pretty and even mesmerizing, but this one was verging on gross. But his throbbing cock didn’t seem to care, he needed to get off.
He climbed on top of her and aimed the tip of his cock at her opening. It slid in with hardly any resistance. He pushed more, eliciting a loud moan from Tiffany as his cock bottomed out inside her.
She didn’t feel nearly as full as last time, but it felt incredible just the same. She felt like his cock was in its rightful place, inside her where it belonged. As it began to slide back and forth, she couldn’t stop from shrieking at the top of her lungs. She was already in the midst of her first of many orgasms.
Hank wasn’t even really enjoying it. He was not getting the stimulation he needed and had to actually concentrate on achieving orgasm. He decided that her stretched out cunt wasn’t going to be any good to him. Nothing about this was that hot, not even her moaning and crying his name. His mind wandered, trying to find something hot to help him get it over with so he could go back home.
I really did destroy her pussy. It’s basically useless now. He thought, derisively.
That thought did something for him though. He started feeling an orgasm coming on. He took that thought further.
I wonder if I can wreck her pussy even further. He grinned to himself and picked up speed.
He found his orgasm soon after, and it corresponded with her twentieth or something like that; he had stopped counting after a half-dozen or so. Afterward, she was so utterly spent that she was fighting back sleep as he put pants back on. His still mostly erect cock bulged obscenely down his left pant leg.
He leaned down to inspect whatever further destruction he had wrought on her vagina. Her legs were still splayed wide open, seemingly gallons of cum leaking out of her onto the already stained cushion. It was even grosser than before he started. Far uglier. Her genitals barely resembled a vulva anymore, looking more like a huge gaping hole surrounded by a pile of roast beef. It was downright hideous, almost disturbing. He felt his gag reflex hit hard when she turned on her side and pressed her legs together, emitting a loud farting sound as her ugly pussy was mostly hidden between her legs, once again. The long outer lips had to be at least 4 inches long and hanging out. He knew right then that he was done with her, and that he would need to find someone else to fulfill his new predatory desires.
“So what was it that was so important to tell me?” he asked, as he fastened his belt. “That my cock wrecked you for good?”
She didn’t respond right away, still clearly out of it. She was covered in sweat and still breathing hard. She looked up at him with doe eyes.
“How bad is it?” she asked with a note of fear in her voice.
He grinned at her, taking a certain pleasure in what he had done. “It’s a pile of meat now.” he chuckled at his cleverness. “It barely did anything for me.”
She didn’t say anything else, and stared off into space, seemingly deep in thought. He shook his head and went to leave.
“I couldn’t resist…” she whispered. “I knew what would happen…”
Hank stopped and turned to listen.
She continued, “I guess my plan was too effective.” she sighed, looking down at the damage done to her once beautiful little snatch.
        “I would say so.” he laughed, turning back to go up the stairs. “You thought you would be able to resist the new me.”
        An evil smile spread across her face. “Well, at least that means no one else will be able to either.”
* * *
The next day, Hank was approached by a punky girl named Claire, one of his and Tiffany's classmates. “So… I heard a rumor that you are the biggest she has ever seen. There’s a picture of a dick so huge that it must be photoshopped that the girls are spreading around, but no face to go with it.” She looked at the floor. “I… I was wondering…” she stammered awkwardly.
Hank smiled, knowing that Tiffany was behind the rumors. “You were wondering if you could see it for yourself? See if I am as big as Tiffany said?”
He had sent Tiffany a pic of his junk for this very purpose. Her plan of revenge didn't really matter to him. But if it helped him find more willing cock sleeves, he was on board. The mere idea of destroying her pussy like he had Tiffany's caused an immediate tightening of his pants as his cock began to grow.
Claire looked away, blushing. She was kinda cute. She had a long, slightly pudgy face, dark hair, and dark eyes. She wasn’t what he would call a looker, but he did like that punk style that she was rocking. She had a bright pink tutu over white and black striped leggings, with a dark sweatshirt that hid her decent-sized c-cups. She was thick but not excessively overweight.
“Yes.” he said with a confident smile. "What are you doing after school?"
She smiled back at him demurely.
* * *
Everything was going as Tiffany planned. Well, not everything. She certainly didn’t intend to end up with a stretched out windsock for a pussy. Even she had to admit how gross it was, with its constant dripping and leaking. It had gotten so bad that she had to replace her panties between each class period.  She would soon have lots of company, though. She would lead the sheep right to the wolf’s den, where they would end up sharing her disgusting fate. They would be labeled sluts, just like her.
Her pussy was like something out of a horror movie now. She didn’t even want to look at it. She couldn’t help but think about it, though. She was constantly horny. She had tried to invite Hank back to her place again, but he blew her off every time. She might have been upset under different circumstances. She knew that every time she let him fuck her, her situation would only get worse, so that made it easier to accept. She didn’t even like looking at her pussy now. She used to pride herself on how cute and tight that it was, but those days were definitely behind her. She was still too embarrassed to show it to any other guy, so she just had to deal with her constant horniness. Masturbating with the biggest dildo she could find didn’t really do anything for her at this point, and that scared her. She could hardly think about anything else. She was neglecting her school work, her college applications, her studying for the SATs, nothing seemed to matter except her lust burning inside her. Her parents weren’t even around, still vacationing in Europe. They never even asked how her schoolwork was going, and she knew that they didn’t really even care.
She couldn’t do anything about it, either. She found some spells in her book that may work, healing spells, rejuvenation spells, several possibilities. The problem was her sexual energy was completely out of balance and in disharmony. She couldn’t stop thinking about Hank’s giant cock. She couldn’t shake the constant and insatiable need to be fucked. There was no way for her to summon the control necessary to complete such a spell. She was stuck this way, she was afraid. Her coven meeting was not for another few weeks, and she didn’t know if they would be able or willing to help her either. She wasn’t supposed to be conducting rituals on her own anyway. What’s more, the more she felt herself slip away to be replaced by this sluttier version of herself, the one that didn’t care about anything but finding someone or something to fill her disgusting hole, the less likely it seemed that she would be able to ever go back to normal. Either way, until their next meeting, she would be just another of Hank’s victims.
Some of the girls had tried to tease her about having sex with a nerd like Hank, but their tune soon changed once they saw the picture that he had sent her. Soon after, most of the seniors had begun passing around the pic of his cock. Just as Tiffany had intended, Hank had suddenly become the talk of the girl's locker room. Every day, he had a different girl meet him after school to walk over to his place where they could fuck before his parents got home.
Normally, the girls would probably want to brag about bedding a guy with a huge dick and one who knew how to fuck, at that. But all of the girls that succumbed to temptation were pretty clammed up about the details, other than he was amazing and his cock was so huge it was almost scary. Tiffany was sure that they were getting their pussies ruined, just like her, but she didn’t want to give anything away by asking. She did notice that the girls whom she knew had seen him were now reluctant to dress for P.E. in front of the other girls. Like her, they would go and hide in a stall to change. This wasn’t anything unusual in an of itself, but she definitely noticed that there were way more girls doing this than usual. She also noticed the little machine that had menstrual pads for sale was now constantly empty. Way more girls than usual were asking to be excused to the bathroom and citing “women’s trouble”, which was rarely ever questioned. There were also way more farting sounds in each class than usual, some of it her own pussy queefing, but she knew that the others were coming from girls sharing her situation. The faculty didn’t seem to be catching on to anything strange going on, but it seemed to be only a matter of time since Hank was fucking his way through their entire class of girls.
Tiffany knew that the rumors and pictures would eventually make it around to every girl, but she wanted to help it along. She knew just the person to send the pic to next.
“Get a load of this.” she wrote before sending the text to Denise. If anyone deserved this, it was her.
“Gross!” Denise texted back almost immediately. “Is that for real? Where did you find that?”
Tiffany smiled as she explained that it was Hank and sent more details, knowing that it was just a matter of time before she walked right into the spider web. It didn’t matter that Denise didn’t believe her, said that she had known Hank since he was a little kid, and couldn’t imagine him as this giant cocked lady killer.
* * *
At first, it was just the more party girl types that Hank was seeing after school. They were the first to give in and succumb to their lust. Claire was only the first. Once they had seen the picture, they couldn’t resist, just like Tiffany. And, Just like Tiffany, he ruined their pussies for all other guys. He had begun to discover that it really did it for him, the idea that with every stroke of his cock inside them, he was sealing their fate. He got off on the idea of wrecking them. They deserved their pussies to be all stretched out and gross. It revealed them for the sluts that they were. He found a certain pleasure in knowingly corrupting these girls. He knew that they couldn’t get his monster cock out of their heads. He found that he derived a certain pleasure from knowingly turning their cute little pussies into dripping, gaping holes. It had become the main thing that got him off.
It wasn’t all fun, though. He had an increasing number of victims in his wake that just wouldn’t leave him alone. Whether it was to complain about what had happened, or just to relentlessly proposition him. They almost invariably broke down asked him for a repeat performance, knowing what he had done to them the first time but unable to resist. He always refused, though. He knew that for him, their pussies were one-use only. He had no interest in their ugly, stretched out snatches, and he even told them as much. This seemingly made him all the more desirable. He had become the most popular guy in school, among the girls, seemingly overnight. He didn’t have to work at all to get these girls to follow him to his house, bend over, and accept his enormous cock inside their cute little pussies and permanently ruin them forever. In short order, he had seemingly torn through half the girls in his class. It had gotten to the point that every classroom reeked of girl musk. The bathrooms were so pungent you could smell it from across the hall.
He got to see just how much havoc he had wrought at Denise’s pool party. He noticed a lot of typical faces missing, mostly the girls that he had defiled. And the few of his victims that did attend were not wearing swimsuits. He knew that they were self-conscious about their wrecked pussies and how people would react if they saw the huge camel toes they were now hiding. They all were blushing, looking awkward and uncomfortable.
Tiffany was among them. She normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a social event like this, but she seemed to want to see the result of her work, just as he did. She had started this, after all. She was smiling, as she was looking around at the other clothed girls. She obviously was quite pleased with how many of her former detractors were now in the same position as her.
 When Hank had first learned about the party, he didn’t know how he would be able to face Kayla again, or any of the girls she might have told about his little problem. She was known to spread rumors, after all. Now, he was brimming with confidence. He didn’t even care whether Kayla was there or interacted with him at all. He saw her there, laughing with a few of her friends. They made eye-contact but ignored her and continued on to the pool.
And as far as the rumors she may be spreading, there’s no way they would last given how many other girls would report a monster in his pants. Especially since he was wearing his typical swim trunks that he had purchased before this all happened and thus were not meant to accommodate his massive junk. Even the normally loose swim trunks showed his bulge in front. He sat on the edge of the pool, his legs spread wide and dangling in the water. His crotch was on full display for anyone to see. Right when he sat down, he noticed Denise looking at him.
She was just as hot as ever. She was a lot like Kayla, which was no surprise since they were sisters. She had the same curves that her two-piece bikini put on full display, same brown hair that she wore in a short pixie-cut, the same striking blue eyes. She was a little taller than Kayla, and a little thicker, but that was really the main difference. They could almost be twins otherwise. Their mom looked almost the same too, it was uncanny. Their dad looked nothing like them, being a tall thin ginger. It was like he hadn’t even contributed any genes to them at all.
She walked right towards him, deliberately and with apparent purpose. “H-hey Hank.” she stammered, seemingly unable to maintain eye contact. She looked awkwardly at her feet.
 Hank glanced over at Tiffany, who was watching them with a smug grin. She just nodded to him.
He turned back to Denise. “What’s up, Denise?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Not much.” She pointed to the edge of the pool next to him. “Do you mind if I join you?”
He was normally so intimidated by her. She was the hot older sister of his best friend. She had been an authority figure to him since she babysat him as a kid. She had also been an object of his desire. She was smart, beautiful, and going places; she was currently studying for her master’s in biology at a major university.
“Whatever, it’s your pool.” he said in a dismissive tone. He no longer felt any need to try and impress girls. No matter how much of an asshole he was, they still begged for his cock just the same.
She sat down next to him and they both sat there silently for a few minutes. She eventually cleared her throat and asked. “So… you and Tiffany… what’s going on there?”
“Nothing.” he stared ahead at all of the cute girls in the pool wearing bathing suits. It was only a matter of time before he destroyed their pussies too, and they were standing around awkwardly, fully clothed at a pool party.
“That’s not what I heard.” she replied, looking at him directly and seemingly shaking off some of her nervousness.
“What did you hear?” He looked right back into her bright blue eyes and smiled.
His confident gaze seemed to further unnerve her and she looked away. “That you and her... “ she paused, fidgeting and clearly uncomfortable discussing this.
“That I fucked her?” He said bluntly with a grin.
“Y-yes. But I thought that can’t be right.”
“Oh? And why is that?” he crossed his arms.
“Well, you know. She’s never been that interested in men at all, much less a geeky guy like you.” she tried to sound tough, which usually came so easy to her but now sounded so hollow. He seemed to see right through it, too.
        “And what else did she say?” he raised his eyebrows and held his hands wide.
“That you are… huge. She showed me a picture of your supposed huge cock. She said you rocked her universe.” she whispered, looking down at the bulge in his crotch. She finally turned away for a moment and looked embarrassed immediately and started looking around to see if anyone was listening. She noticed how half the crowd seemed to be watching them, and began to turn red.
“But you believe that, though, don’t you?” He was loving how uncomfortable she looked.
“I’ve seen you in this pool since you were a kid. If you were packing a monster that huge, I would have noticed it...” She continued to stare at the bulge in his swim trunks.
“And now you can’t stop thinking about it, that cock in the picture.” He leaned in closer to her and noticed how her nipples were rock hard and poking through her bright red bikini top. He looked back into her eyes. “Can you?”
“I- I think you’re stuffing.” she stammered. “There’s no way that cock is yours. Nerd.” She hastily added the last bi as an attempt to regain some confidence and take control of this situation.
“If that’s what you think, then fine. I don’t care.” He stood up from the pool and turned to walk inside.
        He got to one of the bathrooms and left the door slightly open. He went to the toilet to pee, reaching in his shorts to fish out his cock. It was already growing hard. He relished the power he seemed to have over her. He loved the idea of defiling his old babysitter and ruining her pussy forever.
        He heard the door hinge squeak behind him, and he knew who it must be. He didn’t turn around and just let his bladder go. It only took a moment to finish. He didn’t bother to put his cock away and turned around to see Denise. She was blushing bright red and had a look of utter embarrassment on her face. As soon as his pendulous cock swung into view, she gasped.
        “What do you think now?” he asked smugly. He began to stroke the length of the shaft, making it grow even larger. “Is this the cock you saw? Or am I ‘stuffing’?” A drop of precum began to form at the tip of his big purple head.
        She stood there for a moment, clearly looking very conflicted. She stood to the side mostly on one leg, like she was about to turn around and leave but she just couldn’t.
        “Well?” he demanded, forcing her to make her decision. He already knew the answer.
        Without looking away from his now throbbing erection, she reached back and pushed the door shut.
To be continued in Part 3
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