Chapter 1
"Justin," said Dean Cadance, looking up from her computer screen, "It's very concerning that I see you in my office so frequently. As the head of discipline at Crystal Prep, there are several students I'm forced to meet with often... But you've spent more time in my office than all of them put together." She steepled her fingers and released a long sigh. "Why do you think that is?"
Justin cast his eyes down at the hard stone floor beneath him. Dean Cadance's office wasn't quite as intimidating as Principal Cinch's, but it was built to a similar purpose. Cadance was by no means an ogre, but when she was staring steely-eyed at you from behind her dark mahogany desk, sitting in front of her tightly drawn curtains, she had enough presence to to make most students shake in their shoes.
"I guess..." started Justin, "I guess I'm just bad."
Cadance put her hand thoughtfully to her mouth, saying nothing.
"I never had a chance," he said, still staring at the floor. "It's... too late for anyone to turn my life around." He sniffed, taking a moment to compose himself. "Unless..."
Cadance raised an eyebrow. "Unless?"
"Unless... someone cared enough to really get to know me, and understand what I've really been lacking..."
"...Which is?"
"Dinner," said Justin, raising his head to look Cadance in the eyes. "With an older woman. Tonight?"
Cadance couldn't hide her smile anymore, or suppress her laughter. "Tonight's not great for me, actually," she said.
"Why not?"
"Well, my wedding is tomorrow," said Cadance. "It doesn't seem like the ideal time for a first date with a new man. Especially one who's a student."
"Come on," said Justin, a smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth, "Are you afraid I'll steal you away from your fiancé? If that were even possible... what would that say about the bond between you two?" Cadance's smile grew a little thinner at Justin's words. "If you're really in love with Shining Armor, then one night out with a student wouldn't pose a threat, would it?"
Cadance stood, doing her best to put her stern face back on, and Justin’s eyes followed her body as it rose to its full height. Cadance was a naturally tall woman, and she wasn’t shy about augmenting her height with heels. Justin, by contrast, was a short guy, on the wrong side of 5’6”. Some guys would have a complex about that, but Justin usually didn’t let it bother him. He’d come to appreciate the way Cadance’s breasts looked from underneath - a view he got to see when she was standing up in heels.
"Justin,” said Cadance, “I... I think we may have let ourselves get a little too close. I don't regret getting to know you, but when faculty and students meet this often, and talk like this... It's just not appropriate. It's not your fault, I should have been more professional, less..." She sighed, throwing her head back in exasperation at herself. "Well, less flirty. Justin, I'm sure a date with you would be a lot of fun, but as the dean of Crystal Prep Academy, my answer has to be no."
Justin rose from his seat. "That's too bad," he said. Then, like a gambler flipping over a winning card: "I already made reservations at Bruno's."
"Oh my god," groaned Cadance, "I haven't been to Bruno's in forever."
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“Justin,” said Cadance, stifling a laugh as Justin pulled her chair out from the table, “This is not a date. This can not be a date.”
“All right,” said Justin, lifting his arms in a conciliatory gesture. “Sorry. What can I say, I’m inexperienced with women.”
Cadance smiled. “I… Justin, I’ve always told you that there are plenty of girls at school who’d love to date a boy like you. I would ask you why I’ve never seen you with a girl, but… I’m worried I already know the reason.”
Justin shrugged casually. “When I find the right girl, I think I’ll know.” He raised a hand to summon their waiter. “Wine?”
“Justin, we are not having wine,” said Cadance.
“Well, I'm not,” said Justin. “Obviously. But I hear that wine and food sometimes pair well. That’s a thing, right?”
“That is a thing,” said Cadance. "And it would be a shame if I didn’t have a glass of red. One glass.”
One glass,” said Justin.
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In defiance of the rules of comedy, Cadance did indeed stick to one glass of wine. But given how she and Justin shared laughter across the dinner table, you could have been forgiven for assuming they were both three sheets to the wind by the time their plates were taken away. You could likewise be forgiven for assuming that they were a couple, as many of the restaurant’s other patrons did.
“And Principal Cinch is, is…” Cadance looked over her shoulder. Principal Cinch had a reputation for appearing right behind people who were talking about her - but that uncanny tendency only seemed to apply to the halls of Crystal Prep, not to restaurants downtown. “She has ideas about what’s best for her students, and I keep seeing her push students into things that are more about building the school’s reputation and not…” she sighed. “I just don’t think Crystal Prep is the best place for some students. You seem to be doing all right but… You know Twilight, Shining’s little sister? I’m really happy that she got out from under Cinch’s thumb. I was really worried she’d end up like…”
Justin’s face slowly fell into a look of concern. Cadance’s casual shit-talking about her fellow faculty members had grown heavy and dour, and he kept silent, unsure of what to say.
“...I don’t think Shining Armor ended up where he was supposed to,” said Cadance. “I think he knows it too. And I try to talk to him about it, and… I mean, I don’t think I’m nagging, but he just doesn’t want to hear it…”
Justin bit his lip. A selfish part of him wanted to jump in on this conversational opening - to tease out more complaints about Shining Armor, drive a wedge between Cadance and her husband -to-be… but it hurt to hear Cadance talking like this. It wasn’t fair that she was about to marry someone who didn’t make her happy, but… how do you fix that? How do you convince a woman to free herself from a situation like that? Justin desperately wanted a chance to do for her what Shining Armor couldn’t… But with only a couple days left before the wedding, when would that chance happen?
“Urgh,” grumbled Cadance. “I’m just remembering that Shining and I went over this whole conversation this morning. I am really glad I still have my own place. For now.” She took a moment to let a brief debate take place inside her head. “Hey, I got Webflix at my place,” she said. “We can make it a movie night.”
“Uh…” said Justin. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
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“I’m surprised you don’t already have a Webflix subscription,” said Cadance, reclining on her couch. “You seem pretty well-versed in classic media.” She grasped the heels of her shoes and pulled them off, sighing with satisfaction as she curled and uncurled her liberated toes. The formal shoes she wore to work here flattering to her legs and her butt (although the latter was generally hidden by a modest skirt), but they weren’t the most comfortable fit. Her feet were a few sizes above average, and finding shoes that actually fit - especially when she needed them to match an ensemble - was difficult. Removing them at the end of the day was always a pleasure.
“Well, if I’m being honest,” said Justin, “I get most of that stuff online through… less than legal channels.”
“Hm, a confession. You’re lucky I’m not here as the head disciplinarian of Crystal Prep,” smirked Cadance,
“Dean Cadance, head disciplinarian, is the best part of Crystal Prep,” said Justin, falling onto the couch beside her, “But I’m glad I’ve gotten to know Cadance the woman. Or should I call you Mi Amore Cadenza?”
Cadance laughed. “Nobody really calls me that anymore. Principal Cinch strong-armed me into going by Cadance. Said my full name was ‘too ethnic.’” She groaned, leaning back into the couch and kicking her feet up onto the coffee table. “That was a fun job interview.” She turned her head towards Justin, pointing at her bare feet. “I’m sorry, do you… you don’t mind, right? I’m just so used to doing when I’m at home.”
“Uh, no,” said Justin, “No problem.” In fact, he was grateful for an excuse to let his eyes linger on Cadance’s feet. He had a thing for feet, and had vivid recollections of every time Cadance had kicked off her shoes over the course of their after-school-hours chats. He’d always wanted to stare, but he limited himself to stolen glances - and even that left him hot and bothered. Now her feet were right in front of him, between Justin’s eyes and the television, and he could watch her wiggling pink toes all night. He’d be lucky to catch even a tenth of what was actually happening on the screen.
“Mmmmh, thanks,” said Cadance, her voice rich and cozy as her reclining body slowly released the stress of the day. “Shining Armor hates it when I do this. He’s just… weird about certain stuff.”
“But you love him, right?” said Justin. He winced, worried that he’d gone too far. Cadance didn’t say anything, and he risked a glance at her face. She didn’t seem upset by the question, just… thoughtful.
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Justin had to credit Cadance’s choice of film; it was engaging enough that it actually distracted him from the beautiful woman on the couch next to him, and the flawless pink feet in front of his eyes. Throughout the course of his friendship with Cadance, he’d watched dozens of movies on her recommendation, gaining an appreciation for cinema from before his time. Actually, this movie might have been a little before Cadance’s time too; it was a pretty famous picture, but Justin couldn’t pin down the production date from what he was seeing.
Early in the film’s runtime, a couple of well-dressed men were having a somewhat meandering discussion in a car. Justin couldn’t predict how their conversation would figure into the film’s narrative, but his ears perked up when they began to discuss foot massages. One of the men argued that a foot massage was an intimate act, constituting a sort of low-level infidelity when it crossed the bounds of a committed relationship. The other man disagreed. Justin’s face flushed, and he panicked internally, fearful that Cadance, somehow, would guess at his secret thoughts and how the movie’s dialog made his imagination race.
And it almost seemed like she did guess, because Cadance chose that moment to turn her body sideways, reclining lazily on the couch and, in the process, laying her ankles across Justin’s legs. He breathed in sharply, staring down at her feet. Even closer to him now. Right in his crotch, practically. He realized now how big her feet were, how heavily they sat on his thigh and how much space they took up on his lap. Some men would have been put off by it, but bigger was better, as far as Justin was concerned.
“Oh, sorry,” said Cadance, mistaking Justin’s squirming arousal for discomfort. “I don’t know what I’m thinking, I was just getting comfortable…”
“No, no, it’s fine,” said Justin. “You deserve to relax. You work so hard for the school.”
“Believe it or not, you’re the first person who’s noticed that,” said Cadance. She flexed her ankles, kneading the flesh of Justin’s thighs with her heels. “Principal Cinch doesn’t notice. The other students don’t notice. Shining Armor -” she groaned. “I need to stop complaining about Shining Armor. The wedding’s got me all wound up. I just want to forget about it.”
Justin lifted a trembling hand toward the soles of Cadance’s feet. He was terrified, but he needed to make a move. For both of their sakes. And this was the move his fingers were telling him to make. He wrapped his hand around her right foot, rolling his thumb against the sole. When Cadance didn’t recoil, or jerk her feet away, Justin pressed harder, putting all the strength of his thumb into the massage. The sole of her foot was luxuriously soft, certainly the product of attentive moisturizing and dedicated care, and her nails were meticulously trimmed. She couldn’t have created a better package for a young man who appreciated the look and feel of a woman’s foot.
Cadance moaned, writhing on the couch as Justin worked over her feet. “Oh, wow,” she said. “You really know what you’re doing down there. Mmmph, harder… I really need this…”
Justin felt his forehead start to sweat. He had Cadance demanding a deep, powerful foot massage from him. He felt like he’d been born for this. His cock was stiff, straining desperately against the inside of his pants, and he almost reached a hand down to stroke himself. But he resisted the urge; Cadance deserved all his attention right now. He took both her feet in his hands and massaged them with identical movements of his thumbs, moving from muscle to muscle and pressing deeply.
Justin had never actually given a foot massage before, but he’d studied the theory of it, and it was clear now that his study was paying off. Nearly orgasmic moans rose from Cadance’s throat as Justin worked over her soles, and she writhed on the couch, her whole body moving in the same slow rhythm as Justin’s fingers. “Oh, Justin,” she groaned, “You just have no idea how much I needed this. Those shoes, and work, and the wedding… Shining Armor would never touch my feet…”
She sighed, and her body fell still, a frown slowly curdling on her face. She wasn’t enjoying the massage anymore - she’d talked herself out of it, apparently, by mentioning Shining Armor - and so Justin stopped, slowly lifting his fingers away from her soles.
“It’s just… all these little things,” said Cadance. “The things he won’t talk about. The parts of my body he doesn’t want to touch. I know he’s never going to make me happy.”
“Then why are you marrying him?” asked Justin. It came out louder than he wanted it to, almost accusatory. But it had been so painful, for so long, to hear Cadance’s dissatisfaction with her fiancé. All that frustration had to come out sometime.
“Be-” started Cadance, and then she grimaced, going silent. “Because I have to,” she said, finally. She sat up, throwing her legs off of Justin’s lap, and settling beside him on the couch. “I can’t be with someone who makes me happy.”
Justin looked at Cadance’s downcast face, trying to make sense of what she’d said, hoping that she’d say something that would make the pieces fit together. All this time, Cadance had seemed to know how unhappy she was, how Shining Armor was wrong for her - and now Justin was learning that she did know. But that only raised more questions.
“Cadance,” said Justin. “You’re… intelligent, and independent, and strong… I know you wouldn’t be doing this if there wasn’t a reason, but… I don’t understand. Can you tell me why?”
Cadance slumped to the side, letting her shoulder rest on Justin’s. Her head loomed over him, another reminder of just how much taller than him she was. But just as with her feet - bigger was better. “I might as well tell you,” she said. “You’ve listened to me all this time, you deserve that much. Justin… After everything that went on between Crystal Prep and Canterlot High, you know that magic is real, right?”
“Uh, yeah,” said Justin. “I mean, I think we’re all struggling to fit those events into our understanding of the universe. Like, we were all referring to it as ‘magic’ during that musical number, but just because we don’t understand something doesn’t mean it’s outside the laws of-”
“Well, that’s neither here nor there,” said Cadance. “My point is, I already knew there was such a thing as magic. There’s a curse on me, Justin. Something passed down to me. If I’m ever with a man who really makes me happy, I’ll… grow.”
“Grow?” Justin pictured Cadance bursting out of her clothes, her curves expanding outward and upward as her body climbed toward the ceiling. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea to him. “Like… taller?”
“‘Taller’ doesn’t begin to describe it,” sighed Cadance. “The curse would make me grow to unimaginable stature, Justin. It would make me a force of destruction, isolated by my towering size from the rest of humanity. Taller than a mountain, so big that I could crush this city with a single footstep. I know the curse is real, Justin. I’ve felt it tugging at me in the moments I’ve been… most happy with a man. I feel it now, Justin, with you. And if anything happened between us, there would be no going back.”
“Cadance,” said Justin, “No matter what, I think you deserve to be happy. Maybe this spell you’re under isn’t a curse. Maybe you’re meant to find love and grow into a goddess. And… you wouldn’t be isolated. No matter how distant the rest of the world became, I would stay with you.”
Cadance leaned her body into Justin as he spoke, every word drawing her closer to him. “Justin…” she whispered, as her face inched closer to him. Even without the aid of magic, Cadance loomed over Justin, and he tilted his head back to meet his mouth with hers. Their lips touched in a chaste kiss, and Justin thought, for a moment, that this was all he might ever get. That Cadance would pat him on the cheek, tell him he was a great kid, and go back to Shining Armor. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, trying to make it last forever. Even if this was all he got, it would have been worth it.
But he was getting far more. Cadance threw her arms around him, almost tackling him as her weight bore the two of them down onto the couch. Cadance was by no means a heavy woman, but she was far taller than Justin and had no trouble pinning him against the cushions as her tongue lapped at his lips, seeking entry. He met her tongue with his, tasting and savoring her with all the passion of young, reckless love.
Cadance had always kept up a professional distance between herself and her students, even with Justin. But now that wall had crumbled, and all at once her body was no longer off-limits. To the contrary, it was yearning, every forbidden inch of skin now burning with heat and crying out to be touched. Her breasts were smushed against his collarbone, her thigh was rubbing up against his cock, and her fingers, reaching into the space between their bodies, were fumbling with the buttons of his pants.
Justin didn’t want to be presumptuous, but now that Cadance was stripping him, there were no doubts left in his mind. There was little space to work in, between their interlocked bodies, but Justin plunged his fingers between them and began to work at the buttons of her blazer, then her shirt. He spared a moment to grope one breast with his fumbling fingers, and the feeling of her soft flesh in his hand made his arousal surge - so much so that, in a moment of panic, he feared that he might climax before Cadance even got his pants off. But he held himself back for the moment, and reached inside Cadance’s open shirt to search for the back of Cadance’s bra. He managed to unhook it on the second try, which, given his inexperience, he decided was a small victory.
Cadance broke off the kiss and sat up, her hips still on Justin’s, pinning him to the couch. Justin watched her bra fall away, and through her open shirt he stared at her tits, firm and round, with nipples that were pinker than pink. “Let’s take this to the bed,” she gasped, and she hopped down from the couch, pulling Justin up by his hand.
Justin followed Cadance down the hall, and when Cadance pulled off her skirt and her panties, exposing a round, swaying pink bottom, Justin took it as a cue to strip himself all the way down. He threw off his blazer and his shirt, and did his best to remove his slacks before they got to the bedroom. But they were a slim fit - too tight to simply drop to the floor - and Justin was pulling them down, hopping on one foot, as he passed through the threshold of the bedroom.
“Ooh, cute,” said Cadance, beholding Justin in nothing but his boxers, wearing a wry smile on her face. Justin blushed, feeling very exposed and very young. “Get on the bed, little guy.” Justin sat on the bed, watching Cadance slip her shirt and blazer down her arms. Then she leaned against the wall behind her and lifted one leg, bringing her bare foot up to the level of Justin’s crotch.
“It sure didn’t take you long to start massaging my feet,” said Cadance. She hovered her foot over the crotch of his boxer shorts, wiggling her little pink toes. “Do you have a thing for feet, Justin?”
“I… uh,” mumbled Justin. He was paralyzed, tantalizingly close to the consummation of his fantasy - but he was terrified that the slightest thing could blow it.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Cadance. “We share a connection, you and me. We’re meant to be together. And with a bond like that…” She gently pressed the ball of her foot against his cock and rolled it against him in small, slow circles. “...I can tell exactly what you need.”
She leaned into him, putting slightly more pressure onto his dick. She moved her foot up and down his shaft, massaging it with the soft skin of her sole, her smile growing wider as she watched his reaction. “...Just like you knew what I needed, Justin. I can feel the spell tingling on my skin. I’m going to be huge. I’m going to be a goddess.”
“Cadance,” gasped Justin, “You have to… I’m gonna cum…”
Cadance lifted her foot and planted it back on the ground, then leaned down and dug her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. She peeled his undies off and worked them down his legs, bringing her face down to the head of his dick. She extended her tongue and took a taste of his precum, making his body shiver.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “What a fresh flavor you have, Justin.” She raised herself up and looked down at him, licking her lips. “Justin,” she said in breathy tones, “Make love to me. Make me grow. Awaken the beautiful, powerful goddess within me.”
Cadance crawled onto the bed, throwing the shadow of her statuesque body over Justin. She pressed the lips of her pussy against his quivering cock, wetting his shaft with the nectar that flowed from her womanhood. She brought her face down for another kiss, and while their lips were locked she navigated his cock into her folds. Justin whimpered pitifully as she embraced his shaft, and Cadance devoured each little whimper, plunging her tongue farther into his mouth as she took him inside herself.
Once he was all the way inside her, she lifted her head and rose up to cowgirl position, moving her hips in a slow rhythm. Justin stared up at her, watching her tits bob up and down. Her mouth hung open, moaning as her hips rolled against Justin’s. He gripped the bedsheets, trying to keep himself under control, and lifted himself up, trying to push himself deeper inside her. Cadance purred as she felt him go deeper, and Justin angled his hips, searching for sensitive spots deep within her. A broken gasp signaled his success, and Cadance moved faster, her ass slapping against him as she rose and fell onto his cock.
Justin felt his balls tighten, and he could tell that his long-delayed climax was almost upon him. He’d felt like he could have blown his load when he was just touching Cadance’s feet. Making out with her had brought him even closer, and having his cock stepped on by her beautiful feet had taken him right to the edge. He knew she wasn’t going to slow down now - he was going to cum.
He groaned, his body quaking, and moaned Cadance’s name as he lost himself inside her. “Mmm, stay strong, Justin,” she said. “Stay hard. I’m going to cum, and then… I’ll become your goddess, Justin. I’ll grow so big, so enormous… Oh, I’ve dreamed about this, Justin… I never thought I’d meet a man who made it possible…”
“I want to see you grow,” groaned Justin as he shook with the last aftershocks of orgasm. “I want to see cities crushed underneath your gorgeous feet. I want to stand on your fingertip and watch your shadow spread over mountains. Let me see you grow into a goddess, Cadance.”
“Justin,” she cried, “I can feel it! No one’s ever made me… feel like this… the magic is inside me, it’s all over me, I’m… I’m gonna grow…” Her body seized, and her pussy clenched around Justin’s shaft, the muscles throbbing and pulsing and milking his cock. But it was more than just a climax; each contraction of her muscles was stronger than the last, and the impact of her hips on Justin’s body grew heavier and heavier with each movement. Justin looked up at Cadance and saw her rising, her body growing taller and curvier and thicker all over. Her tits grew bigger and rounder until Justin couldn’t see Cadance’s face from his vantage point underneath her. Her hips became wider, her ass swelling outward, jiggling with every motion of her body. Each time she brought her body down onto Justin, her ass slapped onto his thighs… then it came down to his knees… then to his ankles.
She was growing. It was all true. He would have his goddess, towering beautifully above him… above everyone. “Cadance,” he said, “It’s really happening.”
Cadance was still coming, her enormous body still quaking, her steady growth surging with each quiver that shot through her body. “Justin,” she moaned, again and again, too far gone to speak anything but the name of her love. The bed creaked underneath her, and its legs gave out, snapping beneath them as the bedframe collapsed. Her pussy gushed with fluid, drenching the mattress and flowing over Justin’s thighs, but her climax, finally, seemed to be tapering off, just as the crown of her head brushed against the ceiling. Her upper body slumped, her mutli-hued hair falling all around her shoulders and breasts, and she looked down at Justin, who now seemed to be so far below her.
“Justin,” she whispered, “We did it. Thank you so much…”
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” said Justin. “And… you’re going to get bigger?”
“I will,” said Cadance. “There’s no turning back now. I can feel the magic still building up inside me. It’s going to overflow again, like it just did, and I’ll grow bigger.”
“I want to help you,” said Justin. “I’ll do whatever it takes to help you become a goddess.”
Cadance smiled warmly and lifted her body off of Justin. "If I’m going to be a goddess,” said Cadance, “then nourish me. Feed me your praise and your love. Worship my body.” There was little space left in her bedroom, now that her naked, cramped body took up most of it, but she managed to push herself off the bed without leaving too many cracks in the ceiling. As Cadance’s body slid off of him, Justin looked down at his dick, still hard, and the thick layer of pussy juice that coated his crotch. He was too small to have sex with Cadance now, but there were still ways he could enjoy her body - and hopefully she would enjoy it just as much.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Justin put his hands on Cadance’s left ankle and lifted it towards his face. At first, lifting her foot - and the leg it was attached to - was harder than Justin had anticipated. Cadance’s body was still slender and feminine, but now it was huge. Cadance watched Justin struggle for a while, then mercifully lifted her foot to the level of his head - once again sensing his desires.
Justin leaned into Cadance’s foot, resting his face against the bottom of her big toe. The scent of her skin was clean and floral, and the sole of her foot was wonderfully smooth, even at its enlarged scale. Justin opened his mouth to run his tongue along her skin, and then he wrapped his lips around the tip of her toe, getting his mouth around as much of it as he could. As much as he wanted to get it all in his mouth, he couldn't - and that fact, by itself, drove him wild. Cadance was big, every part of her, and he’d made her that way. Because of the love they shared, he was sucking on a toe almost as big as his head.
His cock, resting from his lovemaking session, sprang back to life - and as it rose, its tip brushed the sole of Cadance’s ther foot, the one that still rested on the ground. And that gave Justin the best idea of his life. Shifting his hips, Justin maneuvered his cock into the hollow between Cadance’s big toe and the one beside it. That little space, at Cadance’s scale, was just about the perfect size to fuck, and he slid his pussy-slicked dick in and out, moaning into the toe-flesh he was still suckling.
The space between a giantess’ toes didn’t have all the advantages of a pussy, but Justin was finding it even better than the time he’d spent inside Cadance’s cunt. After all, anyone could fuck a pussy - but who could stick their dick between the thick, massive toes of their giant girlfriend and get themselves off that way? Only the lover of a goddess.
Sucking on one foot and fucking another, Justin felt another climax building quickly. He was surprised by his stamina, but he didn’t feel like questioning it - now was the time he needed to be at his best, ready to perform and cum for the pleasure of his beloved Cadance. His body jerked as Cadance’s toes constricted around his cock - Cadance was flexing them, making them tighter, squeezing her little man’s cock like the muscles of a firm pussy. Justin’s body shuddered, the unbelievable thought I'm fucking Cadance's foot filling his mind like air in a balloon. And when the pressure became too much to bear, he burst, firing long ropes of cum that fell over Cadance’s ankles and dripped down the upper surface of her feet.
Cadance, idly stroking her womanhood with one hand, moved her fingers to her clit in an effort to bring herself to climax. “Mmm, there’s power in our bond, Justin, in our love… I can use that power… Justin, darling, I’m going to extend your orgasm. You don’t stop cumming until I hit climax.”
Justin opened his eyes, still sucking on Cadance’s big toe but turning his eye upward to look at her body. She was working at her clit with quick fingertips, her breaths short and her body quivering as she touched herself. And Justin realized that she was right - his orgasm just wasn’t ending. Each shudder of his body, shooting through his cock, made another jet of cum rocket from his tip, as if Cadance had given him bottomless balls. He pulled his shaft out from between Cadance’s toes and aimed the quaking, unsteady tip at the sole of her foot - which, luckily, was a very big target.
“Mmm, yes,” gasped Cadance, feeling the first rope of spunk his her soft skin, “Cum on my feet, Justin! Paint my pink sole white with your jizz, my love!” Justin braced himself on her foot, gripping two of her toes and letting his cock shoot over and over onto the silky underside of her foot. As Cadance brought herself closer and closer to orgasm, her legs began to quiver, the soft flesh of her toes quivering in Justin’s mouth and in his hands.
Then her legs went rigid as climax hit her. The toe Justin was sucking on popped out of his mouth as the leg kicked upward - and the foot he was cumming onto slammed into him, pushing him back onto the bed, its cum-splattered surface thudding against his chest. He wrapped his arms around it, feeling it grow in his embrace. Cadance’s climax had released the power of their love once again, and it was flowing through her body, making her curves thicker and her limbs longer. Justin was still coming uncontrollably, still releasing thick jets of cum onto the sole of Cadance’s foot, and Cadance was coming right along with him, her pussy pouring with fluid as her fingers went in and out of her folds.
Justin hugged the growing pink foot as Cadance’s quivering, lengthening leg pushed him farther from her body, shoving him across the unmade, pussy juice-soaked bed. It backed him up to the wall, still growing as it pinned him against the headboard. Her foot was wider than his body now, and her heel pressed into his crotch - even though the skin was soft and smooth, its growth threatened to crush him.
But just as it seemed inevitable that he would be crushed, groaning and cumming, between Cadance’s foot and the wall of her bedroom… her growth came to a stop. Her body, released from the throes of orgasm, relaxed - and Justin’s seemingly-endless orgasm finally ceased.
Justin, his body slumped over Cadance’s foot, turned his head upward to see how Cadance had grown. And she truly had grown - her head was halfway through the ceiling, so that Justin could see nothing of her face but her satisfied smile. Her body took up most of the room; the floor buckled underneath her massive ass, her knees were bent up so far that they touched her tits, and her feet were taller than Justin.
“Cadance,” said Justin, still woozy from his interminable orgasm, “you’re a goddess, you’re a real goddess now…”
“I am,” said Cadance. “And a goddess has no need for a tiny little house like this. How about I smash my way out of here and we share my beauty and power with the world?”
“Yes,” said Justin. “Everyone needs to see.”
Cadance plucked Justin from between her foot and the headboard, cupping his naked body in her hand. Then she flexed her body, and the house started to come down around her, crumbling into splinters as her limbs punched through the walls.