I looked at Lisa's unconscious body and hardened my resolve, she deserved no mercy. She never showed anyone else mercy when they were down and out. Lisa was the type of woman who could only be summarized as a vile hateful hag. She lived only to see the people around her suffer as much as possible. Based on the bloody baseball bat she either injured some animal or her children on the way here. She hurt some living creature simply because she wanted a new dick to hop on and she perceived the poor creature as being in her way. Letting my new instincts guide me I tore off the excessively short shorts that she was wearing revealing the overly used holes that laid beneath. A green smog rolled around her waist cleaning her lower body of the 'gifts' her other lovers had left her, or rather left in and on her. Hearing Teresa's rattling breath drove me to pick up the pace and quickly stuff my cock up Lisa's ass (there was no way in hell I was going to stick anything of mine in her vag). Rather than build up my speed I went full force from the get go all the while thinking forty years to my self. Faster and faster I went while the sound of flesh impacting flesh steadily increased in tempo and volume.
I don't know how long it took but when I finally finished I was sweaty and starting to get tired. Grabbing her hips I hilted myself and unleashed a cum flood of biblical proportions. With each twitch of my hips another cup of ball batter jetted into her colon and slowly made its way into her intestinal tract. Slowly I felt myself get raised into the air. Panicking I opened my eyes and saw a sight that defied logic or explanation. Her guts were so packed with jizz it was rounding her belly enough to raise her hips off the ground. More and more cum kept pouring in until with a wet cough white sludge dense sperm trickled from Lisa's mouth. Another pulse and more nut batter came from her open mouth. Slowly Lisa's eyes opened in confusion before rocketing open whether in surprise or fear I don't know. I also didn't really care at the moment. Slowly she began to turn purple from a lack of air, or maybe it was her lungs filling with hot sticky cum. For several seconds the only sounds you could hear was the slap of flesh on flesh, a near inaudible splashing sound of cum inside her body, and her wet choking coughs. Eventually the coughing stopped as she slumped to the side causing me to fall off. Agony, absolute, soul crushing, unyielding agony jolted out of my crotch. Looking down I saw that my dick looked purpled and bloated as if far to much blood was trapped inside of it increasing the length to five inches and the thickness to roughly the diameter of a Tylenol bottle. Underneath my overly bloated sausage each of my balls had swollen from orange sized to the size of coconuts. Each heart beat caused my cock to throb and launch a heavy rope of pre bigger than most normal ejaculations against the wall with an audible splattering. I didn't understand what was happening to me. I just came, I shouldn't be having any sort of problem like I currently had. More and more my panic grew until time seemed to slow and a lady's voice cut through. It was light, airy, and slightly amused "I take it none of the others explained what you do when you take years from someone via sex?" the voice asked in wry amusement. Before I could muster a response the voice chuckled then continued "That was a rhetorical question sweetie. You see every year you take in is the equivalent of constantly edging that many days. With little Sammie girl over there you didn't take enough for your rocks to be in pain. Now though." an invisible hand seemed to weigh the heft to my balls before giving my cock a squeeze causing an even larger lance of pre to fly through the air as she paused her talking. "You have basically got the equivalent of forty days of nonstop stimulation without release. Combine that with your increased production and you end up with this entertaining little conundrum. Oh, before I forget, I would say Teresa has maybe four minutes left. I would get busy if I were you." With her piece said the presence disappeared. Getting up was difficult to say the least. Standing up with a mass the size of two coconuts would have been difficult at an adult size, in a child body it was damn near impossible. Honestly if my balls were any bigger I would be bouncing on them to move like that one South Park episode from my youth. Waddling like an overly sexualized penguin towards Teresa I lifted my cock and placed it in position.
With a quick thought of forty five years I shoved forward and buried two inches of my length into what could be best described as a warm, wet, and clingy heaven. I could definitely understand why people were obsessed with sex so much in my past life. Looking down I saw a lack of blood which completely squashed any regret I felt about Lisa's demise. The sex wasn't exactly long lasting due to being on such a high hair trigger in fact it was downright embarrassing. Three pumps and Team Rocket was blasting off again. Spray after spray hosed down her under aged insides. Slowly and steadily her belly inflated as more and more cum poured from me into her. When I finally stopped hosing her insides down it looked like she ate a beach ball. Her stomach's skin was stretched to the point of being shiny and slightly pink from strain. Her cum gut was so massive that it spilled over her sides and completely obscured her face from my field of view. I was expecting a flood to follow me as I was pulling free of Teresa's folds. Surprisingly all that escaped was a short dribble of our mixed fluids before her cunny sealed back up trapping all the cum inside. Looking down I saw that the excessive bloating that my poor cock had just undertook was gone though it seemed the ordeal left me slightly bigger than before. Looking at Teresa I saw her face was about the same though the swelling seemed to be going down. With a sudden gasp Teresa sat up out of Samantha's lap as steam began rising from her body. Samantha let out an exclamation of "Hot!" before scurrying away from Teresa's steadily reddening body. Sweat vaporized at nearly the same speed that it was produced as her cum belly slowly and steadily shrank. Her pupils returned to their normal shape as the blood slowly receded from her eyes returning her sclera to a healthy white color. With a near audible hissing sound the swelling on her head shrank down to nothing before a loud cracking of bone echoed from her head. At nearly the same time that the cracking sounded out her tummy returned to its normal slightly pudgy state and her skin slowly lost its red hue. With a warbling moan Teresa's knees knocked as she somehow achieved orgasm despite having no stimulation.
Before I could think to say anything Samantha rushed me and trapped me in a tight hug causing her still pudgy cum belly to press enticingly against me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." she repeated over and over again like some sort of mantra. The next few hours were an absolute hurricane. Lisa's body miraculously returned to normal (other than her still being very much dead). Grandma and Grandpa came home upon finding Lisa dead the authorities were called. The police ruled her death as a dry drowning finding remnants of chicken soup in her lungs. Investigating next door revealed five kilos of cocaine, four heroine needles, and several other types of drug paraphernalia they said that if the drowning from soup wasn't what killed her the sheer amount of drugs in her system would have. Sadly it turned out that Lisa had killed Matthew, Tyler, and their family dog on her way over to my house. With Lisa dead the judge and officers who were keeping Michael in prison on trumped up charges had no reason to continue holding him. Rather than lose face the judge declared that after a great deal of investigation by a disinterested third party it was proven beyond a doubt that Michael was innocent. Michael got out in time for his children's funeral. I think that's what broke him. Shortly after the funerals Michael proceeded to hunt down and kill each of the people that were invited into his home by Lisa. During a stand off with police Michael ended up getting shot and killed. I never knew that a simple singular action could change so much. For better or worse I would have to change more of history. With Michael gone the farm would be in jeopardy. While he didn't seem to do much on the farm what he did was necessary like maintaining the equipment so crops could be harvested and order replacement parts when necessary.
I decided to meddle with reality one more time. Using my "selectively" eidetic memory which thankfully included numbers in that selective I recalled a certain set of numbers. A set of numbers that would appear on the very next lottery drawing for my state. The next time grandpa drove to the gas station I went with him carrying all my meager earnings from my short time in this existence. As he went to pay for the gas I grabbed a blank form to fill out my selected lottery option with those key numbers. Once Grandpa left and I had filled out the sheet I snuck up to the front and paid after saying that Grandpa forgot to turn this in. With a confused look the desk lady scanned the card and printed out the authenticated copy. While it wouldn't pay out millions of dollars or even a million it would pay enough to start investing in some fairly niche stocks that would be worth a fair bit in the future or buy up a majority hold from the company at least from the shadows I wasn't dumb enough to think that a child would be taken seriously. The hardest part would be how to spin it in order for my Grandparents to accept the idea especially since a great many companies weren't even in existence yet and those that were didn't have enough traction to be a good investment option. Leaving the gas station I could only try to prepare for the ever changing future completely unaware of the ladies eating popcorn and enjoying the show from their place in the space between spaces.