The trolley car rumbled through the night on its electric tracks.

  Lynn lounged on the curved pstic seats along the wall of the vehicle. She didn't feel good. Her small body ached all over and her head felt like someone was pounding a railroad spike right next to her temple. She couldn't wait to make it to her stop so she could drive the final leg home and escape the throbbing pain through the embrace of sweet oblivion.

  A shrill cry rang through the car, causing the metaphorical railroad spike to sharpen to a needle point inside her skull with the noise.

  Lynn looked to the front and saw a young woman in a loose red dress surrounded by five unsavory looking men. They had her corralled against the trolley wall, far enough from any door for her to escape out of.

  One of the men reached out a thin arm to grab the woman's wrist. She let out another screech and recoiled her body as far away from his grasp as she could. It was obvious to anyone watching what the situation was.

  Lynn groaned. She was really in no mood to deal with this shit. But she knew there would always be a part of her that would be compelled to act when someone was being so btant in their douchebaggery.

  “Hey assholes! Leave the poor woman alone and let the rest of us enjoy our commute in peace.”

  As one, the five assholes in question turned in her direction. She was still ying on the side seats, arms legs spread for maximum comfort. Sadly there was no one else to confuse who was speaking to them, since the seven of them were the only souls aboard this particur trolley car.

  “The fuck did you say?” A particurly scruffy one called out to her.

  Well'p, too te to back out now. She sighed inwardly. Idiots like these never listen to good advice. It was a real shame, Lynn was a veritable fount of wisdom.

  “Ya heard me. Sit down and stop harassing people.”

  For some strange reason her wise words didn't sit well with the young ds, and the one who spoke to her started stalking her way, a hand reaching into the pocket of his oversized jacket. It was such a shame, she was always told that talking out your problems was the best solution to a conflict.

  Lynn stood up and started walking towards the hoodlum. Her gait was casual, hands to her sides, as if she was merely strolling towards him so they no longer had to shout. But inside, she was ready to pounce. If he was going to take out a weapon, she was not going to be a literal sitting target for him to take his anger out on. No, she would face him head on.

  Sure enough, the man whipped out a pocket knife and waved it threateningly in her general direction. “Sit your skinny ass back down bitch. Or we'll have some fun with you as well.”

  Any lingering remorse for what she was about to do to these poor souls died when the words came out of his mouth. She never stopped walking towards the man. Her head hurt like hell, but her heart started hammering in her aching chest in anticipation. She loved the cool wave of adrenaline that coursed down her spine as her body got ready to roll. It was almost addicting.

  “I said back off!” Scruffy screamed as he lunged the knife towards her.

  It was slow. He still wasn't trying to attack her, not yet. This was merely a show of force to put an uppity girl back in her supposed pce. But she was already too close for him to register his final mistake in not going for the kill when he had the chance.

  Lynn spped the fist closed around the knife as hard as she could with her right hand. The unexpected move caused the man to let go of his weapon, the knife flying to the side and bouncing off against the wall to who knew where.

  Before he could register the sudden disarmament, a bck work boot rocketed up and smmed itself between his legs. The man fell to his knees as his balls were taking a short trip inside his pelvis, courtesy of Lynn's retively tiny foot. She finished off the combo by smming her fist against the side of his jaw with a sharp left hook.

  His eyes rolled up, showing their whites, as his head flew to the side and cracked against a nearby seat.

  One down.

  Lynn stepped over her fallen opponent. Her left hand hurt like hell, but she knew it could take a bit more punishment before she would need to have it looked at. Once more she walked towards the stunned gang of morons, she hadn't had nearly enough fun just yet.

  “You fuck’n bitch! We’ll fuck’n kill you!”

  Ah… the sweet words of the most eloquent of orators.

  Lynn saw them beginning to charge en masse. They could only move one at a time due to the way the trolley isle became narrow and cramped in the middle, a tactical advantage Lynn was all too happy to exploit.

  Her chest felt tight, her lungs unable to infte with enough oxygen for her needs, her heart hammering like a piston engine, desperately trying to flood her aching body with whatever air her lungs could supply. She relished the feeling. It always made her feel more alive than ever. She supposed that made her just another type of adrenaline junky.

  The next fool in line pulled his arm back, ready to pound her cute face in with a haymaker. Not a bad decision against a presumably weaker opponent, those types of punches had a lot of power behind them.

  Lynn had no doubt all her assaints were physically stronger than her. She was a lithe and petite Asian woman, it just went with the territory. But she knew that strength wasn't everything, and she had personal experience that guaranteed that she would be the one walking away from this fight in the end, not the four remaining thugs in front of her.

  As the man started to swing his cocked fist forward, Lynn shot her left arm out, forearm standing straight at a ninety degree angle. She connected with the crook of the man's elbow and directed his attack harmlessly to the side before countering with a punch of her own.

  This was no haymaker, while strong, those punches were slow and predictable. Lynn instead used her opponent's momentum to rocket her right fist forward in a straight cross, right at his exposed throat.

  Her fist collided with his windpipe, but something felt off. Years of practicing the same attack over and over gave her a sense for when something different occurred. The punch Itself was fine, but it was though her arm wasn't fully extended, like the distance she could hit was further away than what she was used to.

  What the…?

  The asshat recovered from her blow faster than anticipated due to her mistake, and started to ready himself to go back on the offensive. She had no time to think, she had to act, years of training taking over as pure instinct. She kicked him in the chest and sent him stumbling back against his buddies.

  Lynn let out a roar of fury. Everything felt tight. Her tank top, her boots, even the waistband of her cargo pants all squeezed her body uncomfortably. The pain from her headache was constant, throbbing. She was not in her prime condition. She needed to finish things quickly.

  She spun on her heel, sending her foot flying in a side kick to the man's gut and sending all four of them stumbling backwards. Lynn rushed in right after them.

  The group of jerks found themselves in a more open space between the trolley doors on either side. They were now more spread out, but Lynn was past the point of caring, she would just fight them all at the same time. It saved her the trouble of chasing them all one by one.

  She threw her whole body behind an elbow to the first man's jaw, relishing the feel of crunching teeth against the hard bone of her arm. She then pivoted so her right leg could swing up to catch another asshole in the side of the head with the back of her heel.

  Once more the distance was off, instead of the hard rubber of her boot, Lynn’s softer Achilles tendon bounced off his thick skull with arguably more damage done to her than her opponent.

  This was getting ridiculous. She had never messed up this badly before, even with her whole body feeling like she took a tumble in a cement mixer. She had never fought with such a massive headache though. The spikes of pain made Lynn imagine that this was what a lobotomy felt like.

  She growled in frustration and brought her knee into the chest of the one she elbowed, once, twice, three times. There was an audible snap as one or more ribs cracked against her assault. She had no time to savor the moment, as strong arms wrapped around her neck in an attempted chokehold.

  Lynn smmed her head back into the bastard's face while one hand grabbed his arm to pull it away from her vulnerable neck. The back of her head stung, but it was nothing compared to the blinding inferno of her already there from the migraine. Wasting no time, she spped her other hand down hard on the guy's junk, feeling the orbs ricochet around their tiny sack like ping-pong balls.

  The man howled in fury before it was cut off by a loud cck as his jaw was forcefully closed with another elbow to the bottom of his chin. His grip loosened, Lynn twisted her head to the side and yanked down with the hand still gripping his arm. She popped out of the chokehold and twisted around to the fucker's rear.

  She grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and heaved his head forward until it collided with the vertical poll for people to hold onto when the trolley got crowded. The metal sang as his face bounced off the shiny surface, and Lynn liked the sound so much she decided to go for an encore. Blood spttered against the wall as the poll rang against his nose.

  Pain erupted from her ribs as a kick found its way past her guard and to her torso. Lynn was knocked back from her previous victim to see one of the final two readying a punt aimed at her chin.

  The guy must have enjoyed football when he was younger, it looked like it had a ton of strength behind it. But the windup for the kick could have been read in st week's newspaper. All power, no finesse. Her body knew what to do before her mind had a chance to form a coherent thought.

  Her left foot stomped forward and her heel met the wannabe sports star's shin. The shock from the impact traveled from her foot all the way to her pelvis, but the attack was diverted and all his momentum caused his leg to slide forward until he fell into an awkward sort of split.

  He howled in pain before Lynn silenced him with a roundhouse kick to his temple. He fell over, conscious thought already leaving him as his mind shut off to prevent further damage.

  “What the fuck are you?!” The final prey of the evening shouted, but Lynn had no words for him.

  Pain suffused her whole being. She was suffocating. Every scrap of cloth on her felt like it was constricting painfully against her. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she had to do something, anything to let air inside her aching chest.

  With another roar, Lynn reached up with both her hands and tore open her tank top. Sweet relief hit her as she was finally able to take a full breath in what felt like hours. She pulled harder, and her hands pulled away from her torso with great force, the cloth ripping like paper. Her tits flopped around in the air freely before settling heavily on her bare chest.

  …tits…?

  Her ears were ringing. Her thoughts dulled to little more background noise as the pain in her skull became all consuming. But her instincts were still geared towards the ongoing fight. Lynn rounded on the st target standing. He was gawking at her bare chest with a mix of horror and lust. She stood up straight and prowled her way towards him.

  When she got within arms reach he finally snapped out of his daze and looked up to see her looming over him. A feral smile parted her lips, causing the poor creature in front of her to startle. A smooth left hook with her meaty fist prevented him from doing anything else for the rest of the evening.

  Lynn looked up to see the other woman leaning against the trolley wall, panting heavily. As she stomped closer, Lynn could see the woman’s eyes were slightly distant, a slight flush to her cheeks. She seemed to come to herself after she noticed Lynn’s attention was focused on her.

  “T-thank you!” She cried and ran towards Lynn.

  Lynn welcomed the woman with a gentle embrace. Even with her mind all but reduced to instinct, she knew the woman was no threat. Her chest rumbled as a low purr vibrated its way to her throat. The woman smelled lovely.

  The tightness was pguing her again, it never really went away, but it somehow came back with even more force. Once more, the few clothes she still had on all felt like they were made for someone considerably smaller. Her waistband was digging painfully, her thighs felt like they were being shoved through a rubber hose, her underwear felt like it was trying to seep in through her pores.

  With a snarl, Lynn yanked open her fly in an effort to rip her pants and panties in two. Just like when she tore open her shirt, there was instant relief as she was freed from the confines of her tiny clothes. Also like when she tore off her top, something unexpected flopped out once the cloth prison was removed.

  “Oh my!” The woman in red breathed.

  Standing proud and swollen from above Lynn’s soaking slit, was a penis.

  The woman came close, like suddenly being fshed after being rescued from possible sexual assault was the most normal thing in the world, and tentatively reached out her hand to run along the turgid length. Lynn hissed as she found out the limb was extraordinarily sensitive. The woman startled but then went back to run the tips of her fingers up, down, and around the shaft in a way that drove Lynn wild.

  “I think I know the perfect way to reward my heroic rescuer.” The woman giggled and turned around. She leaned over so her hands were resting on the seat. She reached over and pulled the dress like a stage curtain to reveal her glorious cheeks for Lynn’s pleasure, a thin pair of soaked red panties the only obstacle left in the way.

  “Take me.” She begged

  Lynn didn’t hesitate for a second. She was beyond questioning, beyond thinking while the pounding in her skull remained in control. She had a swollen pole, and in front of her was a willing hole. Her fist closed around the thin red strip of cloth and yanked like the pull cord of a wn mower. The damp fabric was torn away like it was as substantial as a politician’s scruples. Lynn cupped the woman’s puffy mounds lovingly, she was clean shaven, and absolutely dripping with juices.

  She angled her aching cock towards the waiting slit. Slowly, she pressed the rge, bulbous head between the moist lips and pushed. Lynn took her time sawing in and out of the velvety softness. Giving someone a rough treatment was for fighting. While making love she would be slow and gentle.

  Well… maybe not too gentle.

  She slid in one inch, two, then four. Each measured thrust burying just a bit more of Lynn’s length into the woman’s inviting folds. Every pull back revealed more of her shaft coated in the woman’s natural lubricant. Both women were moaning loudly, but Lynn was not done. Four inches became six, six then became eight.

  The moment Lynn was fully hilted was almost a magical experience. When the woman’s lower lips kissed her pelvis, it was as though a missing piece was finally put in pce, like the two were always meant to be joined together. The back of the woman’s thick thighs rested over Lynn’s own, her plush cheeks filled out and covered nearly the entirety of Lynn’s p. Lynn could only stop and savor the delicious heat enveloping her lower half where the two women’s skin touched.

  She was tight, so wonderfully tight, and with each heartbeat the two were joined, it felt like she got ever so slightly tighter. The smaller woman started slowly bucking her hips with need, and Lynn grabbed those wide hips in order to keep from slipping out. When that ass came crashing back with an audible sp, Lynn’s final, gossamer thin, strand of self control snapped.

  She needed to feel that sensation again.

  Lynn started to gyrate her hips with increasing vigor. The woman in red howled in delight as her love canal was filled over and over with her girth. Lynn bent over and grabbed hold of the woman’s bouncing breasts while she continued to pound that pussy with her thick girlcock. The soft mounds were little more than handfuls to Lynn, but she loved the way the woman squealed and tightened around her shaft with each knead and pull on the plush globes.

  Lynn could feel the pleasure building at the base of her cock. She increased the tempo, trying to dig ever deeper until she could explode into the woman’s very core. With a final crash of flesh on flesh, she erupted in a torrent of white that painted every wall inside the women in Lynn’s special color. The woman herself shuddered violently as she was filled to capacity, and then just a bit more. Lynn extracted herself to catch her breath, her dick flopping out of the woman’s muff in a spray of cream, quickly standing back to full attention, ready to continue its sacred duty whenever she desired.

  “That was incredible!” The woman panted and stood back up. She turned to face Lynn, staring at her with a hungry gaze. “But I want more.” She rushed forward and embraced Lynn’s huge frame, one hand cradling the still stiff member poking up towards the sky. “And it looks like you do too.”

  Lynn didn’t need any more prompting. Both hands csped under that soft rear end and hoisted the woman up until her cream filled slit was positioned just over Lynn’s throbbing erection. Then she let the woman drop. In one smooth motion, the woman slid all the way down the length until she was completely impaled on the meat spike.

  “Oh fuck yes!” The woman howled. She reached forward and grabbed one of Lynn’s heavy breasts and started suckling. Lynn’s mind was assaulted by that same feeling of connection, of rightness, when the woman’s lips wrapped around the sore nipple. Warmth suffused around Lynn’s chest. She could feel her breasts puff up even more while her nipples engorged to further penetrate beyond the woman’s hungry lips. The feeling was delectable.

  Lynn hoisted her mate up then started to thrust her hips forward when she came back down, the woman moaning into her jiggling mammaries with each drop of Lynn’s muscur arms. The warmth started to increase, Lynn’s whole body suffused in sweltering heat. Every inch of her skin felt too tight, stretching too quickly. Her boots, the only part of her outfit she had yet to tear off, had her feet in a vice grip.

  Suddenly, the pressure around her ankles released with a snap. Lynn kicked off the useless footwear with a simple flick of her toes. The whole situation didn’t even make her stop the frantic fucking in the middle of the trolley car. She doubted anything could, not when she was practically bathing in pleasure.

  Every few thrusts Lynn had to adjust her grip on the woman’s rear. For some reason her hands felt like they were drifting out of their optimal position, even though she couldn’t feel herself sliding askew in any noticeable way. It also felt like each journey lifting the woman until the tip was almost falling out took slightly longer each time.

  The woman finally released Lynn’s nipples from her maw and instead buried her face between the giant mounds of flesh. She let out muffled giggles in between moans of pleasure as boobs each as big as her head engulfed her face.

  Lynn could feel herself getting close to orgasm once more. She was pulling the woman out nearly a full foot in front of her before pounding her back down with such force that it sent shockwaves through her prodigious rear and up through her still sandwiched face. With one final great sm, Lynn arched back and roared in ecstasy.

  Before her head unceremoniously collided with the ceiling.

  The shock sent Lynn stumbling back and falling to her rear with a shudder that shook the whole trolley car. The woman, thankfully, had soft pillows to cushion the fall. “Aw man, I didn’t get to finish.” She whined from her seat on Lynn’s p. She extracted herself from the fleshy globes by doing a half push-up with a palm on each swollen nipple.

  Her torso bounced up from where it fell and Lynn saw the woman’s own breasts bounce with delightful energy. She reached up and cupped those beautiful knockers and found them to overflow her palms with a significant amount of heft.

  “Oh yes! Py with my huge tits!” The woman cried as she began to grind her pelvis against Lynn’s. “Almost, almost, just need to…” She snaked a hand between her legs and started to tease her clit with quick, circur strokes while she rode Lynn like a cowgirl. It took only a few seconds for the combined pleasure from three sources to bring her to an explosive ending. The woman screamed with pleasure before colpsing forward into Lynn’s embrace.

  Both of them were panting from their frantic lovemaking. Lynn, however, could still feel the heat in her body climbing ever higher. They were both so hot, sweat gathered in the crooks where their two bodies joined. Lynn leaned forward and kissed the woman on her lips, she wanted to keep this feeling they shared forever.

  “You’re still so hard inside me.” The woman breathed out with a happy sigh. She reached down and patted the bulge in her lower belly where Lynn still rested in her very core. “I’ve never felt so full, so stretched. Give it to me! Give me one st load of your magnificent seed. I want you to breed me!”

  Her words started to sound slightly unhinged as she spun herself around and started pumping on Lynn’s shaft like she was trying to draw water from a well. Her hips, now wider than her shoulders, smmed down harder and harder, causing the flesh of her cheeks to ripple hypnotically as she frantically pumped up and down the colossal length.

  Lynn could see she was swelling, her ass filling up more space on Lynn’s p with each downward cp of those beautiful cheeks. Her breasts were now so rge that they could be seen poking out the sides of her torso. Lynn could feel her own body sliding across the floor as her body grew rger, stronger, more beautiful. The woman was growing in size right along with her. She had to reach up and touch the ceiling so she wouldn’t bang her head while bobbing up and down in her seated position.

  “More, more, moremoremoreMORE!!” The woman cried as they expanded in all directions, slowly filling the little remaining space in the tiny compartment. The woman had to lean backwards in order to keep being fucked, so Lynn picked up the sck and started jackhammering her enormous girlcock into the woman’s sopping folds while they swelled with ecstasy together.

  “I love this! I need this!” The woman was shouting while Lynn continued to pound her into insanity. “Fill me! Make me grow! I want to be huge with your child!”

  At the thought of children, Lynn’s mind bnked completely. Her dick, however, took this as a sign to fulfill every one of the woman’s wishes. Hot and thick cum rocketed out of Lynn’s shaft in a colossal flood of biblical proportions. Her hands were around the woman’s taught stomach as gallon after gallon of white spunk invaded her insides and started to fill her womb with potent seed. The ejacution felt endless as what amounts the infted woman couldn't hold sprayed out from her overly stretched tunnel like a pinched garden hose in a fan of white that painted the walls in their combined love nectar.

  Lynn’s consciousness began to fade just as her epic orgasm did. Two whole feet of softening cock flopped out from the extremely satisfied woman’s pussy with a waterfall of abaster following behind. The once roomy trolley car was now just wide enough to fit her enormous hips from her position on the floor. Darkness creeped from the edges of her vision. She could faintly hear the chime of the intercom, notifying passengers that their next stop had arrived.

  –

  Lynn sat up with a gasp.

  Her whole body was soaked in sweat, her slender, nude form glistening in the moonlight that shone through the nearby window. Her bedsheets were damp, far more than what was considered comfortable. She clutched her head in pain. The headache she had been desperately trying to reduce with copious amounts of sleep was raging harder than ever.

  Her loins ached with need. Ripping off the sheets, she saw the little nub of her clit swollen with need in the cool night air, her metaphorical dy boner standing tall and proud. No actual penis to be seen anywhere.

  “The fuck was that dream?”

  wolfBrother