Chapter 5: The Growth Spell
The last string of cum slid down my throat and I swallowed it like it was the finest wine. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, feeling the slick residue smear across my chin. My belly sat heavy against my thighs, distended to a size that would have made any sane woman panic. I stared at it, at the taut skin stretched over the impossible swell, and I felt the corner of my mouth curl up.
Not enough. It wasn't near enough.
Victor stood over me, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. The arcane stitching along his torso pulsed with a faint violet light, patient and waiting. His cock still hung thick and heavy between his legs, glistening with my spit and his own release, and the sight of it sent a fresh wave of heat through my core.
"I need more," I whispered.
He tilted his head. "The energy needs to spend slowly."
"Fuck slowly." I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my belly shifting with the movement, a sloshing weight that made me gasp. "I didn't summon a demon to be gentle."
I raised my hand, fingers splayed toward him, and let the words tumble from my lips before I could second-guess them. The incantation came from the forbidden tome, a tongue that scraped my throat raw as I spoke it. The air thickened. Static crawled across my skin, lifting the fine hairs on my arms.
Victor's body tensed. The stitching along his shaft flared bright, so brilliant I had to squint, and beneath my gaze I watched him grow. His cock swelled from that already monstrous fifteen inches, thickening and lengthening until it reached eighteen. The veins along its length stood out like cords, pulsing with visible energy, and the head swelled to the size of a fist, dark and glossy.
His balls followed. They swelled from the size of breasts to something far larger, growing round and heavy until they hung at his knees, each one the size of a watermelon. The skin stretched taut over them, the arcane stitching glowing across their surface, lighting the entire dorm room in a wash of violet.
"Holy shit," I breathed.
Victor was a creature of impossible dimensions now. His cock stood at full attention, eighteen inches of thick, veined flesh, and beneath it hung those two enormous sacs, heavy with what I knew was a staggering load. The glow from his stitching cast dancing shadows across the grimoires stacked on my desk, across the velvet tapestries pinned to my walls.
I licked my lips. My throat still ached from the last round, raw and stretched, but the sight of him like this made me forget the pain.
"Look at you," I murmured, dragging myself across the floor toward him. My belly made it awkward, a massive weight I had to haul with me, and I moved on my side like some beached thing. "Look at what I made you."
"You made me," Victor said, his voice low and steady. "And you made me larger."
"I did." I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and I couldn't even close my hand around it. My fingers spread wide, straining, and the heat of him against my palm felt like holding a live coal. "And I'm going to take every fucking inch."