Zye didn't need to reply to show she was loving it. The fig mess was getting cleaned up with each bob of her head across his shaft, her right hand moving up to his chest to further increase her size and slightly lean him back to suck further against his base. Even stuck as she was, he'd feel something... strange. The figs weren't getting cleaned off... they were turning into lubricant! A tingling of his groin confirmed something else... his cock was slowly growing, her eyes fixing upward as she dragged slower and further away from his groin. In a matter of moments, with a lewd pop that left his cock spit-shined, Zye let the now-restored cock flop against her cheek.
"B-Bigger... good food... Zye... want more."
"B-Bigger... good food... Zye... want more."