This is my diary. My name is Pei Hua, I'm forty-one years old, and I'm an ordinary housewife.
At this moment, while typing on the keyboard, I slowly stroked the astonishingly thick meat rod between my legs with both hands.
It all started more than two months ago.
I married my husband when I was very young. He is much older than me. After marriage, we had a son, who is now in high school. The only regret in life is—my husband has almost no interest in sexual matters. It wasn't much before marriage, and it decreased sharply after having a child. Up to now, it has been several years since he last touched me.
Maybe he no longer had much desire, but I was the complete opposite. My sex drive rose straight up with age, and I wanted it almost every day. Before marriage I had a fleshy figure, and after giving birth my breasts grew two cup sizes larger, reaching G cup. My full breasts and butt made my body feel so mature it was about to overflow, yet nothing could truly satisfy me.
So I could only vent through a lot of masturbation. From once every few days to once a day, and then to playing with myself whenever I had time. After seeing off my husband and son in the morning, I would open the computer to watch adult videos or comics, tugging at my black, large nipples while using my fingers to pick at my soaked pussy. I didn’t want to wrong my husband, so I could only satisfy myself through fantasy—fantasizing about different men using all kinds of excuses to break into the house and pin me down in the kitchen, bathroom, or master bedroom and use me thoroughly.
These fantasies should have remained just fantasies forever.
Until that day, I received a package.
The cardboard box was simple, with no sender information. Inside was a black, thick, realistic double-ended dildo, so lifelike that even veins and wrinkles were clearly visible. Both ends had thick glans, like a double-headed dragon specifically for women's use.
I have no memory of ordering such a thing. But when I held it in my hand, lust was almost instantly aroused. My hole had long been trained to be wet at any time. I took off my panties and gently inserted one end.
It plunged in without any hindrance.
Just as I was enjoying the moment of being filled, an unprecedented burning heat and sharp pain suddenly came from inside my vagina, as if being scalded. I knelt on the ground, panting heavily. By the time the pain slightly subsided and I wanted to pull it out, it was already too late.
The penis could no longer be pulled out.
The area around the labia had completely fused with its surface skin, not a single seam visible, as if it were originally formed as one piece. I grabbed the penis and tried to pull it out, but clearly felt I was tearing off a piece of my own flesh—the nerves had also completely connected.
I was both angry and crying, struggling for hours to no avail. Until my husband and son came home, I could only cook for them with that thing still dangling between my legs. That night, for the first time, I was grateful my husband never touched me.
The next few days, I lived in a half-dream, half-awake state. Unable to accept it, yet forced to accept it. Had I become a monster? Life had completely changed.
The only thing unchanged is sexual desire. A few days without masturbation left my body itching unbearably, but the vagina no longer exists. The only option is to play with this newly grown meat stick.
In an almost crazed state of mind, I put it on for the first time.
At that moment, I experienced for the first time the feeling of a man stroking himself, and also felt for the first time the ultimate pleasure brought by ejaculation.
After the first time, this meat rod began to bring even more boundless desire than before. Like a teenage boy, I woke up hard every morning, even finding it difficult to pee. My original small underwear couldn't contain it at all, so I often had to let it hang out.
After the husband and son went out, the masturbation time completely turned into hand-job time. I sat in front of the computer, watching the male actor in the video thrust and pump, while using both hands to stroke this thing that was thicker than theirs. Looking down, I could see that between my huge breasts and butt there was an extra black cock. This distorted visual stimulation almost drove me crazy.
It's like a monster, able to ejaculate and get erect again and again, with semen that is copious, thick, and pungent. Often, by the end of the day, there are traces all over the house that need to be cleaned up before the family returns. Even more frightening, it's still growing bigger with my daily play—from the initial dozen or so centimeters, to over twenty, to now exceeding thirty centimeters. Its thickness has also reached the point where it takes both hands to encircle, like hanging a small plastic bottle.
I switched from one hand to both hands masturbating, my fingers sinking deep into the flesh, massaging back and forth. The stimulation was so intense it made me moan incessantly until the floor was sprayed with a pool of white, cloudy fluid.
At the same time, a woman’s sexual desire did not disappear; instead, it was amplified. Her sensitive nipples now made her cock leak fluid just from rubbing against her underwear; her anus, which had previously only been occasionally stimulated, had become exceptionally sensitive, as if it had replaced the function of her pussy. For quite a while, I would clamp my two large nipples with clothespins, stuff an extra-large massage stick into my anus, and furiously stroke my cock with both hands, making it a fixed daily routine. It was as if I possessed the desires of both men and women at the same time.
As the body changed, the mind also crumbled. Before, I still thought about not betraying my husband, but now I was completely dominated by lust.
Playing at home gradually could no longer satisfy me.
About a month ago, I started a new routine. After my husband and son left the house, I changed into a silver metallic bikini I bought online—deliberately bought a B-cup size that barely covered my nipples, the straps digging deep into my flesh. The tiny panties were wedged into my plump buttocks, leaving no room for my cock, which had to stick out. Then I put on black knee-high high-heeled boots and finally covered up with a long trench coat.
From the outside, she looked like a tightly wrapped middle-aged married woman, but inside was an undersized bikini and a huge monster. Just walking on the street, the feeling of the glans rubbing against my trench coat made me nearly ejaculate. Once I really came right there on the street, and the semen flowed along the hem of the trench coat onto my long boots, so I had no choice but to run home in a sorry state.
Then I began having sex with some wandering adult men in the park. Most of them didn’t ask too many questions; as long as they could do it, that was enough. The first time they saw what I was wearing under my trench coat, they would freeze, but their bodies were always obedient. I would kneel down first and give them oral sex, then let them use my ass. My sense of shame seemed to have completely disappeared; while doing it, I would take the initiative to call them “dear” or “husband,” and their cocks, as if possessed, would keep spurting over and over. Later, word got out, and I had to shift my targets.
I started turning my targets towards students at nearby universities.
Those guys in their early twenties, with young and strong bodies and heavy curiosity. I would actively approach them near the campus or in coffee shops, inviting them home with the charm of a mature woman. Most of them thought I was a transvestite or someone with special fetishes, and I didn’t explain. After returning home, I would give them oral sex, let them use my anus, while stroking my own increasingly large penis. Sometimes they would call classmates to join, with up to seven or eight college students taking turns interacting with me at most.
The neighbors just thought I was tutoring a student, completely unaware of what was truly happening inside the house.
This afternoon was the same too. After several college guys thoroughly released on me, they left, and their stuff was still left inside my belly. My sanity grows blurrier by the day; I can only use the brief moments of clarity after ejaculation to write these words.
This cock is now nearly forty centimeters long. I'm starting to seriously think that one day I might really be able to suck myself. Just imagining it makes me tremble with excitement. If someone were also using my asshole and cleavage at the same time, I might truly lose my mind from pleasure.
It's hard again.
I hadn't finished typing the words yet, so I had to continue recording while using both hands to stroke it. The pink lace panties were already soaked through with pre-ejaculate fluid.
I can't live without it anymore.
A week passed.
The penis grew a bit longer. I carefully measured it with a soft ruler; now when erect, it exceeded forty-two centimeters, so thick that I could barely wrap both hands overlapping around the middle section. The glans was as large as a small fist, its color deep and purplish. Each ejaculation was so voluminous that I had to lay out old towels on the floor beforehand; otherwise, cleaning up would take the entire afternoon.
After the husband and son went out, I almost stopped wearing clothes. I only casually wrapped a apron around my waist, with the thing in front standing straight up and the back completely exposed. The apron straps dug deeply into the flesh of my waist and butt, trembling with every step I took.
Today I arranged for three college guys to come over.
They were a few of the most frequent ones from last time, all in their early twenties, with sturdy bodies and the curiosity and desire unique to young people in their eyes. One of them was called A Zhe, from the sports department, with broad shoulders; another was Xiao Yu, who wore glasses and looked refined, but was the heaviest-handed of all; and there was also A Jie, who didn’t talk much but could always go for a long time.
When the doorbell rang, I was already painfully hard.
The moment the door opened, their gazes fell squarely on my lower body. The apron covered almost nothing; that thing stood erect, the tip already oozing clear fluid, forming thin strands.
“Auntie has gotten bigger again today...” A Zhe sighed softly, his voice hoarse.
I didn't speak, just turned sideways to let them in. As soon as the door closed, I actively knelt down.
The three young cocks quickly became hard. One by one, I took them into my mouth, carefully licking every vein and the coronal ridge of each one with my tongue. A Zhe’s was the thickest, Xiao Yu’s was slightly curved, and A Jie’s was the longest. I buried my face between their legs, making muffled wet sounds, while my own hand kept stroking up and down the giant thing.
They quickly pinned me to the living-room carpet.
Ah Jie entered my asshole from behind. It had already been trained soft and wet by myself, and he slid in almost entirely in one go. I let out a long moan, my cock throbbing violently, releasing a small stream of pre-cum. Xiao Yu crouched in front of me, stuffing his cock into my mouth; Ah Zhe grabbed my hand, making me continue stroking him.
Three young cocks are using my body at the same time.
I felt like a tool pinned to the ground. When my asshole was penetrated to the deepest point, my own cock would uncontrollably convulse violently. Semen shot out in spurt after spurt onto the carpet, so much that it almost formed a small puddle. A-Zhe cursed under his breath and increased his thrusting speed. My breasts were kneaded and slapped by them in turn. My nipples were both painful and pleasurable, hard as if they were about to be torn off.
I don’t know how much time had passed when Ajie came first inside me. The instant the warm liquid poured in, I climaxed again myself, and the flesh rod ejaculated even more fiercely. Xiaoyu then came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all. A Zhe came last, and semen splattered onto my face.
When they rested, I was still trembling slightly. My cock was still half-hard, and from time to time a little milky fluid would seep out.
“This thing down there on Auntie... is really exaggerated.” Xiaoyu said, wiping sweat while staring at it, “Next time, can we try... using it?”
I was taken aback.
Until this moment, I truly realized—this thing isn't just my toy; it can also be used by others.
I nodded.
Ah Zhe immediately became excited. He had me lie on my back, straddled my waist, aimed that huge thing at his own rear hole, and slowly sat down. His expression changed from endurance to pain, then slowly to a twisted pleasure. When he fully swallowed it, I clearly felt my cock enveloped by the warm, tight intestinal walls.
That feeling was too intense.
I came almost instantly. A large amount of semen directly filled A-Zhe's body, so much that his lower abdomen slightly bulged. He groaned and came too, his semen landing on my lower abdomen and breasts.
Xiaoyu and A-Jie took turns trying once. Each time, the feeling of being entered, tightened around, and having semen squeezed out was ten times more intense than when I stroked myself. I began to understand why some people become addicted to being used.
By the time they left that day, it was already evening. I lay in the messy living room, my body smelling of semen and sweat everywhere. My cock had softened somewhat but still hung heavily between my legs.
I got up and started cleaning.
While mopping the floor, I suddenly thought—what if one day, this thing keeps growing, long enough that I could suck it myself... or long enough to penetrate two people at once...
Just thinking about it makes it hard again.
I gave up on cleaning and sat back down in front of the computer, typing with one hand while slowly stroking with the other.
The diary must continue to be written.
Because I knew this was just the beginning.
My body is still changing. Desires are still swelling. And those young college students seem to be relying more and more on me, this 'special auntie'.
I can no longer tell whether I'm using them, or they're using me.
Or, perhaps we are all just being dragged deeper by this mysterious cock together.
Ten more days passed.
I no longer dare to measure it.
The end of the soft tape measure was pushed open by it, the number stopping at forty-eight centimeters. The thickness was even more exaggerated; with both hands overlapping, I could only barely grasp the thickest part in the middle, my fingertips not even touching. The glans was as big as a fist, dark to the point of being black, covered with bulging blue veins. Every time it became erect, it would slightly bulge out my lower abdomen, swinging heavily when I walked, banging against my inner thighs until they were red and hot.
The volume of ejaculate had also reached a frightening level.
One complete climax, and the semen can fill a small bowl. Thick, white, fishy, it will form a small pool when it lands on the floor, taking a very long time to wipe clean. I began laying out large old bedsheets and towels in the living room and master bedroom in advance, otherwise there would be no time at all to deal with it before Sir and my son came home.
Today I made a date with five college students.
Ah Zhe, Xiao Yu, and Ah Jie were still the regulars, joined by two new faces—Ah Kai from the Sports Department and Ah Han from the Medical School. When they entered, I was already completely naked, wearing only black knee-high boots on my feet. That thing stood straight up, its tip continuously oozing a clear fluid, forming long, thin strands.
As soon as the door closed, they surrounded him.
I actively knelt on the center of the carpet, taking their cocks into my mouth one by one. Five young things took turns filling my mouth. I worked hard to lick them hard and wet, while my own hands continuously stroked up and down that huge thing. Prostatic fluid made my fingers slippery and sticky. With each stroke, my asshole contracted in response.
Soon they pinned me down.
Ah Jie entered my asshole from behind, and as he slid in completely, I let out a long whimper. Ah Zhe straddled my face, making me continue giving him oral. Xiao Yu and Ah Kai each grabbed one of my hands, making me stroke them. Ah Han stared at my member, his eyes gleaming.
“Auntie... can I let my back end eat it today?” he asked.
I nodded.
Ah Han immediately straddled me, aligning with his own hole, slowly lowering himself. His expression shifted from endurance to pain, then gradually to a nearly overwhelming pleasure. When he fully swallowed me, I clearly felt my cock tightly gripped by his warm, tight intestinal walls.
That feeling was too intense.
I came almost instantly. A large amount of semen directly filled A-Han's body, so much that his lower abdomen noticeably bulged, semen overflowing from where we joined and running down his thighs. He groaned and came too, his semen landing on my lower abdomen and breasts.
The others took turns trying once.
The feeling of being entered, being clenched, being milked of semen each time was infinitely more intense than when I stroked myself. I began to understand why some people become completely addicted to being used. My cock was no longer just my organ; it had become a tool for others' pleasure, and the ecstasy I derived from it far surpassed any previous masturbation.
They came once after another.
My mouth, asshole, breasts, and lower abdomen were all covered in semen. My own cock had cum four times, each time more intense and longer than the last. Finally, I lay on the carpet, my body trembling violently, my cock still twitching lightly, occasionally squeezing out a bit more cloudy white fluid.
When they rested, someone took out a phone and snapped a few photos.
“Only for us to look at ourselves.” A-Zhe promised.
I no longer had the strength to object.
When they left, it was already completely dark. I lay alone in a mess, smelling the whole room full of semen and sweat. The cock had softened somewhat, but it still hung heavily between my legs, occasionally twitching.
I got up and started cleaning.
Mopping the floor, changing the bedsheets, tossing the semen-stained towel into the washing machine. While doing these things, I suddenly felt a strange calm—as if this were my true daily routine, while those moments pretending to be a normal wife and mother were merely brief disguises.
Halfway through cleaning, the dick got hard again.
I gave up on cleaning further and sat back down in front of the computer. While typing, I slowly stroked it with both hands. The pink lace panties had long been tossed aside, leaving it exposed to the air. The head kept secreting new fluid, dripping next to the keyboard.
I started seriously thinking about a question:
If it keeps growing, reaching fifty centimeters, sixty centimeters... will I still be able to walk normally? Will I be able to wear any pants? If one day it grows so long that I can even suck it myself, or even penetrate two people at once...
Just imagining it made me cum again.
Semen sprayed everywhere.
Panting, I continued typing.
The diary must continue to be written.
Because I knew the changes in my body weren't over yet. Those college students also seemed increasingly unable to do without this 'special aunt.' They started scheduling regular appointments, sometimes even bringing new classmates along.
I couldn't tell whether I was using them, or they were using me, or if we were all just being dragged step by step by this mysterious meat stick into a deeper, more irreversible place.
Before the husband and son come home, I must clean up all traces.
But sometimes I think—what if one day it’s too late?
If they push the door open and see me kneeling on the ground, with that thing dangling from my lower body, covered in someone else's semen...
Just the thought of it made me tremble with excitement.
The penis hardened again.
I put down the keyboard, gripped it again with both hands, and began a new round of stroking.
Diary, to be continued.
Three days later.
I measured once.
The soft tape measure was completely insufficient. I had to use a retractable tape measure, measuring from the base upward; the number stopped at fifty-three centimeters. When erect, it curved upward, the glans almost touching my chest. The thickness was even more exaggerated; even with both hands overlapping, I couldn't wrap around it, and I had to exert force to make my fingers sink into the flesh.
Walking had already become difficult.
It's too heavy; when hanging down, it slaps against the inner thighs, leaving red marks; when erect, it pushes the lower abdomen way out, so I can only walk slightly leaning forward, otherwise I'd lose balance. I started moving around naked only at home, not even bothering with an apron. When my husband and son are home, I barely cover it with a loose robe, but the outline of that thing is still faintly visible. Fortunately, my husband hardly touches me, and my son is immersed in his own world, so no one has noticed the abnormality yet.
Today I made a date with seven college students.
Ah Zhe and the others brought two new ones. Seven people crowded into the living room, the air quickly becoming scorching hot. I knelt in the center of the carpet, giving them oral sex one by one, licking all seven young cocks until they were hard. My own was fully erect, its tip constantly oozing fluid, dampening a small patch of the carpet.
They were no longer satisfied with only using my mouth and asshole.
Someone suggested taking turns sitting on it.
I lay on my back, letting them take turns straddling my waist, slowly swallowing that huge thing into their rear hole. Each time it was fully swallowed, I would uncontrollably ejaculate. The volume of semen had become terrifyingly large; after being poured in, it would overflow from the joining point, run down their thighs, and drip back onto my own lower abdomen and chest.
Ah Zhe lasted the longest.
He thrust in and out for more than ten minutes, his expression changing from pain to near-mad ecstasy. I could feel my cock being clamped tightly by his intestinal walls, every stroke bringing intense friction. In the end I came so hard that he was directly filled until his lower abdomen bulged, and semen splattered out from the gaps.
After the others had all taken turns trying, they started treating me in a rougher way.
Someone grabbed my breasts and squeezed and slapped them hard; someone stuffed fingers into my mouth for me to suck; someone gently stepped on that thing of mine with the sole of their shoe, feeling it throb under pressure. I accepted it all. Shame had long been washed away by desire, leaving only endless craving to be filled, used, and drained dry.
They came once after another.
My own cock had shot until it was almost empty, yet it remained semi-hard, occasionally squeezing out a bit of thin fluid. Finally, I lay in the mess, my body covered everywhere with a mixture of semen, sweat, and prostatic fluid, even my hair stuck together.
Before they left, someone used a phone to take more photos and short videos.
“Auntie, we’ll come again next week.” A Zhe said, “We might even bring a few more people.”
I nodded.
After the door closed, I was the only one left in the room.
I didn't clean up immediately.
Instead, I just lay there, feeling the lingering afterglow of pleasure within my body. My cock twitched gently, occasionally seeping out a bit of milky white. I reached out and grasped it, slowly stroking up and down, imagining if one day it grew to sixty centimeters, seventy centimeters... Would I still be able to stand, live a normal life, or would I completely become a vessel existing solely for this thing?
Just these thoughts made it hard again, completely.
I got up and walked to the mirror.
The woman in the mirror had disheveled hair, her face, chest, and abdomen covered in dried semen. The dark, massive member between her legs stood erect, forming a stark contrast with her plump, white breasts and rounded buttocks. Looking at myself, I suddenly felt unfamiliar, yet also strangely familiar—as if this was my true form.
I sat back down in front of the computer, typing while continuing to stroke myself.
The diary must continue to be written.
Because the changes were still ongoing.
Those college students seemed to have already taken this place as a fixed outlet for venting. They became more and more skilled, increasingly knowing how to make me ejaculate the most, and also how to use my body for pleasure. And I, in each instance of being used, felt my rationality being gradually devoured by this inexplicable penis.
The time until the husband and son come home is getting closer and closer.
I must clean everything up before that.
But sometimes, halfway through cleaning up, the dick would get hard again, forcing me to stop what I was doing and deal with it first.
Just like now.
I put down the keyboard, gripped it again with both hands, and began a new round of stroking.
Semen sprayed out again, landing on the already messy floor.
Panting, I looked at those white, murky traces and suddenly had an even more dangerous thought—
What if one day, I stop cleaning up?
If I just let my husband push the door open and see all this...
Just imagining that scene makes me tremble with excitement again.
The penis throbbed again.
Diary, must go on.
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