Chapter 7: The Mirror's Gaze
The floorboards creaked under the sheer weight of me. I dragged myself across them, palms flat, elbows trembling, my belly sloshing out in front of me like a tide that had forgotten how to recede. Every shift sent a wet, heavy roll through my gut, the cum inside me warm and thick and somehow still moving.
The mirror was three feet away. It might as well have been a mile.
I got my knees under me. Barely. My thighs spread wide to make room for the mass of my stomach, and I planted my hands on the wall, hauling myself upright by sheer stubbornness. The glass caught me in the low violet light of the dorm, and I stopped breathing.
There I was.
My tits hung heavy, double-D and tight, the nipples dark and hard. Between them pressed the unmistakable ridge of Victor's cock, still bulging through my belly wall from the inside. The outline of his head pushed against my stretched skin like a fist trying to punch out. My stomach was a perfect sphere, taut and gleaming, the skin so thin I could see the faint blue tracery of veins and the shifting shadow of everything I'd swallowed.
I turned sideways. Gods, I was obscene. My navel had popped, a little dark knot at the peak of the curve. I ran my hand over the surface, and the cum inside me rolled, a lazy wave that made my whole body shiver.
"That's a goddamn miracle," I whispered.
Behind me, Victor moved. The floor groaned under his weight, and then his heat was against my back, the vast bulk of his chest pressing into my shoulders. His enormous cock slid along the cleft of my ass, heavy and hot, the head nudging at the base of my spine. His watermelon-sized balls settled against my thighs, and the sound they made, a low, wet gurgle, made my cunt clench.
I heard it again. A thick, sloshing churn, like something animal waking up inside him.
"You've got more," I said, not a question.
"I always have more," Victor answered. His voice was a low rumble, stitched and strange, but there was a current in it now, a warmth that hadn't been there when I'd first summoned him.
I pressed back against him. My ass met the base of his cock, and the sheer size of it made my breath catch. He was still thick as my forearm, eighteen inches of arcane muscle, and his balls drooped between his thighs, heavy and swollen, full of that endless, building energy.
I looked at us in the mirror. My belly dwarfed me. He towered behind me, a gray, stitched giant, his cock curving up against my back, and I was just this tiny, silver-haired thing with a beach ball strapped to her gut, drooling for more.
"I need to suck you again."
Victor's hands closed on my hips. His fingers spanned the curve of my ass, and he turned me, slow, gentle, until I faced him. His dark eyes flicked down to my belly, then back up to my face.
"You don't have to crawl this time."
"No." I shook my head. "I want to."
I dropped to my knees. The impact sent a wave of slosh through my gut, and I groaned at the feel of it, the cum inside me shifting like a living thing. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I could barely get my hand halfway around him, and just that light contact made him twitch.
His balls gurgled again. A fat, wet sound, hungry.
I licked my lips.
"Let's see how much you've got for me."