Chapter 11: The Colossal Ascension
The light in my dorm room flickered, violet and hungry. I'd barely caught my breath, my belly still a sloshing ocean of his cum, when I felt it. A pressure building, a hum in the air that made my teeth ache. Victor stood at the foot of my bed, his stitched body trembling with a resonance I hadn't felt before.
His stitches flared, a deep violet pulse that ran from his chest down to his groin. I watched, mouth open, as his cock began to swell. Not just thicker. Longer. The eighteen inches I'd just taken to the root stretched out, gaining length in slow, agonizing inches. His balls, already the size of watermelons, ballooned outward with a wet, gurgling sound that made my cunt clench.
"Victor," I breathed. "What are you doing to yourself?"
His dark eyes met mine, calm and unblinking. "You wanted more. The energy builds. I can only release it in proportion to my form."
The air crackled. His cock grew, and grew, and grew. Twenty inches. Thirty. The head pushed past the footboard of my bed, the shaft so thick I couldn't have wrapped both hands around it. His balls swelled to the size of beach balls, heavy and sloshing with each pulse of his stitches. The sheer mass of him tilted the bed, then tipped it over entirely.
I stumbled backward, my overswollen belly throwing off my balance. I hit the floor hard, knees cracking against the worn carpet. His cock loomed above me like a monument, five feet of pulsing, stitched flesh, the head glistening with pre-cum. The sheer scale of it pinned me in place. Not physically. But my body locked up, overwhelmed by the impossible size of him.
Victor stepped closer, his enormous balls swinging between his legs with each slow step. The floorboards groaned. He loomed over me, his cock hanging like a fleshy pillar, the head level with my face even with me kneeling.
"Fuck," I whispered. "Fuck, Victor. That's... that's not meant to fit."
"It fits. Your body is elastic. The magic holds."
I reached out, my hand trembling. My fingers touched the side of his shaft, and I felt the heat of him, the arcane pulse beneath the stitched skin. My hand looked tiny against him. Pathetic. I pressed my palm flat, feeling the sheer width of him, and my throat went dry.
"Help me," he said. "I need to spend. The pressure is building."
I shook my head, staring at his monstrous cock. "Help you? Victor, I can't even close my fingers around you."
"Then use your body. All of it."
Something in his voice made my cunt flood. I pressed my face against his shaft, the skin hot and smooth, and I planted my hands on either side. I kissed him, a soft, worshipful press of my lips against the side of his cock, and I felt him twitch. The stitching flared violet.
My tits pressed against his shaft, my double-Ds flattening against the sheer width of him. My belly, still heavy with his cum, cushioned against the base. I pressed myself against him, dragging my skin along his length, feeling every ridge and seam of the stitched flesh.
"Can you feel that?" I asked, my voice muffled against him.
"Yes. More."
I pressed harder, arching my back so my tits slid up his shaft. My nipples dragged across him, and I moaned at the sensation, the heat of him searing my skin. I looked up at the head of his cock, so high above me, and I felt a desperate, animal hunger twist in my gut.
"Devour me," I said. "Victor, I want you to devour me with this monstrous thing."