More playing around

Watching Tamaria the witch play around and shape your penis – or rather, your mirror images penis – was a somewhat amusing experience, despite being awkward and embarrassing. But since this whole game is just about making something funny, you start to play along and get into it a bit, and Tamarias friendly and relaxed attitude helps as well. It is still hard to believe you are in a farmstead inhabited by filthy, stink-obsessed monster girls, but you have slowly come to accept that for some reason they don’t see you as a **** or inferior human and treat you accordingly. Not that you complain about it.

The witch pulls a chair closer to the large mirror and takes a seat, her leather boots sounding heavily on the wooden floor. The boots are the only article of clothing she is wearing, proudly displaying her naked, full breasts and her green, semi-erect, hairless male genitals above her vagina. You can still smell her sweaty body odor, the musk of her unwashed male parts – you can’t bring yourself to call them anything else yet – and some of her cheesy, powerful foot stench, enhanced by the leather boots, and it is stronger than anything you have smelled in your human hometown, but have gotten used to foot stenches over the past days enough to not gag from it.

You turn your attention back to the mirror where Tamarias mirror image holds the strange creation that her real world counterpart has molded onto the crotch of your mirror image in both hands. The shaft is thin enough that she can hardly grip it with her hands comfortably, but the head is much larger and looks like a bell. In the middle of it lies a heart-shaped, mouth-like opening, complete with a tongue, and the whole thing is colored with bright, striking and horribly contrasting colors and topped with a thin strip of hair. You watch in a mix of amusement and disbelief as both mirror images masturbate the weird shaft together, then the disbelief turns to shock as your mirror image reaches climax and spurts out a huge load of a silvery, viscous liquid that covers the witches green body from head to toe in silver.

“That looks… impressive”, you say. The witch chuckles and answers: “Like it? The cum is thicker than horse cum and very strong and slimy. Both taste and smell are rich, deep and deliciously stinky, and the longer you masturbate, the stronger it gets. The amount will be the same every shot and the balls will fill up very quickly, so you will be ready again after only a few minutes. Also, the sperm is very potent, perfect for breeding horny monster girls with. And with the tongue at the tip you will be able to taste it immediately while cumming. Very impressive, if I may say so.” You can only agree, despite being a bit disgusted by her descriptions.

“Now it’s your turn. I’ve showed you how it’s done in terms of execution, but you will have to bring the ideas yourself. It’s not that hard, just start with something and the rest will come on its own”, she says and stretches her legs out comfortably. You nod and reply: “Yeah… well, the start seems to be the most difficult step.” The witch laughs heartily and nods, then says: “Very much, but I believe you will be able to think of something good. Don’t mind me, just go with what would look weird or funny on my body. It’s really not hard.” You nod, unconvinced, and watch her mirror image wink and display her genitals to you, green, long, thick, veiny and dirty at the tip. You try to think of something funny, but come up with nothing, until your view shifts over to the garden outside the room.

“I think I have an idea”, you say out loud despite being deep in thoughts. Tamaria hears it, but tactfully remains silent despite watching with interest. You face the mirror and look at her mirror image, then begin by stretching the shaft out to about fifty centimeters. Both witch and mirror image are impressed with your apparent boldness at first, but become confused as you turn the massive shaft into a collection of very thin straps, thinner than a finger, about a dozen, with delicate connections along the length to keep it stable. You change the color from the ugly witch green to a much prettier dark forest green and make the still distinct veins disappear. The process seems pleasant to the witch mirror image and she is showing it openly, making lewd faces and moaning silently as you change her genitals.

The whole thing is starting to make fun. You continue by making thin, short thorns appear along the green shafts. “Rose thorns?” Tamaria asks and you nod embarrassed. “Mmmhh… nice”, she replies, “I wonder how it would feel to have these inside you.” Her words make you blush again, but you just chuckle awkwardly and continue. You make a few single leaves grow out of the thin shafts, about as long as your pinky finger, but a bit thicker than actual leaves, with a thicker base so they won’t just be ripped off the shaft and filled with pleasure zones. That alone is almost enough to cause an orgasm from the mirror image, but you are not done.

You want to save the tip for last, so you move down to the crotch area next and dye the base into an earthly dark brown color, then grow the balls to about the size of a lemon, but keep the round shape, and dye the sack dark brown as well. The whole thing is about the size of a small flowerpot and looks like soil, especially after you make dirty white veins appear over it. With a few thinner, whiter lines spread out from the thicker veins, the whole thing looks like a lump of soil with plant roots. Satisfied with it, you nod and move closer to the mirror. “I want these changes to come in all at once. Is that possible?”, you ask, half towards the mirror, half towards the witch. “Just say so and it will happen”, the witch answers while her mirror image nods and licks her lips in anticipation. You move even closer towards the mirror, then start whispering your instructions. A few moments later, you step back, the mirror ripples and the mirror image moans silently as the changes hit her.

The whole change looks very surreal to you, you think and closely watch the thin tips stretch out and change color, going from putrid green to a blackish color, then to a darkish red. The tips grow into the shape of flower buds, about seven centimeters tall and three centimeters thick, then ripple as the flesh dissolves into thin leaves like the ones along the shafts. You watch in amazement as the leaves open to reveal the actual tips, finger-thick and dark red with a very small hole for all the fluids. Despite belonging to a monster girl, the tips are clean and smell nice, like actual flowers, and won’t dirty up much either. The mirror image pouts upon smelling the fresh, clear smell of roses that rises from the tips, but gets distracted by feeling the sensitive tips on her fingers. She moans silently and moves one hand down to caress the thin, delicate shafts and the very sensitive organs finally trigger her orgasm. She cries out silently as all the flower buds open and squirt a green, slightly tinted and much less viscous liquid than the one your mirror image produced earlier. The quantity is only a bit smaller, though, as you figure she will like the large amounts. You yourself have not decided yet.

“That is my take on it”, you say as the mirror image comes down from the orgasm. The flower leaves slowly close around the tips, mimicking real flowers, but the shafts stay stiff. Tamaria, who has watched the whole process with an amused grin, claps a few times, then stands up and inspects the creation. “A bouquet of roses for your lover”, you add trying to sound funny. To your surprise, the witch laughs. “Looks pretty interesting all right”, she replies after watching her mirror image present the bundle of roses that is her penis to her. “Creative and unique. I wonder how fucking with these feels. The tips should make for a great feeling, but the leaves look awfully delicate to me.” You nod a bit disappointed, but Tamaria nudges you and says: “Come on, cheer up, girl! For a first try, that was pretty good! I need to show it to the other girls, especially Caillinn. She loves creative smut like this.”

You blush up again, but also feel a little bit of pride at impressing the experienced and depraved witch. “You could have gone with a much more stinky approach, though, maybe a corpse flower version. Roses smelling like rotten flesh would be a delicious contrast”, the witch continues. “So, now that we’re even, we ‘save’ the looks”, she says and the mirror images freeze for a moment, then the strange creations shrink and form back into what they were before the affair, hers a 25 centimeters long, green witch cock and yours a 15 centimeters long human penis. Both look small and almost too normal to you now.

Tamaria smiles and waves back at her mirror image, then says: “So, we could work on your personal look now, or we could do another round. Depends on you.” “I think I would like another round”, you answer her, partially because you enjoyed the game and partially because you want to stall time before looking at ‘your own penis’. You are still just not comfortable with the thought of having one of those things of your own, but you did kind of enjoy the game.

“Well then”, Tamaria answers. “But we should change it up a bit. How about we do the scariest one this time. The most horrid looking monstrosity you can think of. Are you down for that?” You nod, in fact, you can imagine some horrible looks for her already. “Should I start again?” She asks, and as you nod again, she turns to the mirror and stretches your little human dick out into an alien monstrosity, 70 centimeters long and 50 centimeters thick. The whole shaft is covered in shiny, black chitin plates with finger-long needles around the middle, thin tentacles around the base and a “mouth” similar to the last creation of hers, but round, much larger and with sharp, vicious claw-like appendages, “for ripping open the cervix and pushing into the wombs of breeding material”, as she says. The needle-like straps harden and bury themselves into the flesh of the victims to ensure it doesn’t slip out, the tentacles will stimulate the victim for increased fertility, while some others are to inject the victim with venom to make them erupt with lust and crush their resistances to the invasion, she continues to explain.

You watch in disgust and horror as the tip opens to reveal something else beneath it, a slimy, black worm with bumps at the sides that look almost like arms. It faces the two of you outside the mirror, then opens a hole at its tip and almost pukes out a large wave of slime that contains several dozen eggs the size of small chicken eggs, only they are not greyish white, but a glowing purple color, and they also don’t have a hard shell, but pulsate instead. “These eggs will hatch mindless drones that only know how to feast and will eat the poor victim clean away in just a few hours. Only the yellowy eggs will spawn intelligent offspring. The slime is both acidic and contains a powerful aphrodisiac, so it will dissolve your flesh into nutrients for the eggs, but you will be so horny that you won’t care or even notice”, Tamaria explains her horrible creation. “Quite a sinister fate, both being fucked by it and also having it, as the head is intelligent and will talk to you in your head, overwhelming your mind until you become a **** to your own dick.”

It truly looks horrifying and her explanation does not help either. Such a thing should not exist, you think and shudder in horror as the head moves around searching for potential victims. Eventually it retracts into the chitinous shaft that looks almost harmless now but knowing what kind of monstrosity is hiding inside it is still unsettling. The witch slaps your shoulder upon seeing how frightened you are and laughs, then says: “It’s still a game, not real, and we won’t ever give you anything like that. Too hard to control, and cocks are supposed to be enjoyed by all participants, while this one is not, not even for yourself. But it’s your turn now, so you can retaliate. Give me the most terrifying monster of a dick you can come up with.” You nod and face the mirror, determined to give her something equally frightening, and start.