It was the size of her arm. The head bigger than her fist. It was an immense cock and she must have it inside her.
The man lay on his back in the center of the gymnastics mat. His identity didn't matter. Maybe she recognized him, maybe she didn't. All that mattered was the mountain of meat between his legs.
She knelt close to it, salivating. She wrapped both hands around the thing. Or at least tried to. It was so thick, she could only cling to it like an uneven bar.
And it was so long. Nine inches? No, she blinked. Ten at least. A foot. A blink later it was two feet long.
Without conscious thought, her mouth opened wide.
There was a smattering of cheers from the crowd. The gymnasium was full. Everyone was watching her. Someone whistled. "Go April!" a small group yelled. "Ha, there's no way she can take that!" "Go home, little girl!" "Shut up, she's going to fuck that big thing into the ground."
April rose, placed her gaping mouth on top of the softball-sized head pushed herself down on it. She forced it in her mouth, her jaw expanding and expanding.
Growing applause and cheers accompanied her. "Holy fuck, that thing's big. You can do it, honey!"
That was her mom's voice.
Finally, impossibly, her lips closed behind the flare of the helmet. Her cheeks bulging, her jaw had to be dislocated. Or maybe made of rubber.
She shifted her knees and got a better angle. Drool cascaded down the endless shaft. And then she forced the torpedo down into her throat.
The crowd went a little crazy then. "Holy shit!" "We love you, April!" "So fucking hot, baby girl!"
That last voice sounded like her step-dad.
It didn't matter what was possible. It didn't matter how many inches were involved. She forced the gargantuan appendage farther and farther down her throat. Until at last her nose pressed against the anonymous male's pelvis. She pressed home hard, burying her face against him and taking every last millimeter.
The crowd lept to their feet and screamed. April swallowed and squeezed his fat testicles, making him squirm beneath her.
"That impossible!" "She can do anything. She can FUCK anything" "Slut bitch. That's disgusting." "I told you to shut up, you frigid bitch. I will beat your sorry ass."
The man was trembling now. April's lips tried to pull into a smile but they were already stretched like a hula hoop.
She couldn't let him cum yet. She needed this apparatus for the second half of the event.
She rose to her feet in a single, smooth motion. The log popped out of her distended jaws and made a loud 'wang' noise, vibrating and standing straight up. Was it a foot long or a yard? It didn't matter.
April turned toward the judges and presented herself, arms raised. Then she changed it up and made direct eye contact. The judges were trying to maintain decorum... but she saw at least three had hands stroking whatever they each had between their legs.
April teased a finger between her legs, staring the judges down. Her ruby unitard clung to every curve and well-formed muscle and was completely soaked through around her cunt.
She traced a finger through her camel's toe, pressing the fabric deep in her groove. The crowd was going nuts "That's my slut!" shouted her step-father. "I'm so hard right now."
She could see her parents now, along with many of her past coaches and team-mates. A few of them had jealous scowls that just make her smirk. Of course, they were jealous. They knew she was better.
Her mom had a hand down the front of her husband's pants. "He really is so hard, honey. I just wish he was big like that stud." The woman's eyes were glued to the prone, anonymous figure.
She turned from the judges to each other side of the crowd in turn.
To the left, she faced the growing crowd and ran her hands down her body sensuously.
Spinning to the right side, she pinched a prominent nipple through the ruby glitter and pulled the spandex up tight against her crotch. In many places in the crowd, men and a few women tried to jump barriers to reach her, only to be pulled back by other fans and security.
In the final direction, facing away from the judges, she began with a traditional arms-raised pose. She locked eyes with, somehow, the entire building that was now the size of a football stadium, filled to the upper reaches with screaming fans.
Then, she pulled one shoulder strap down over her arm and began to strip out of her costume. She needed to be completely nude for the next stage of the event. "Show them everything, honey," her mom screamed. Her dad added, "That fucking body is going to cause so many heart-attacks."
The roar became deafening as she tossed the ruby sheath aside and stood naked in the center of the universe.