Playing around with Cocks

You are grateful all the monster girls have left the room while you play along with this strange situation. After all, you are still very uncomfortable with anything sexual, even after the past couple days. Yet here you are standing in front of a mirror inside a witches’ house and are supposed to mold a penis for your decidedly female body, so said witches would know how to brew their witch potion that is supposed to make you grow a real one exactly like what you wished for. And all that because a very smelly, but otherwise quite beautiful and oddly friendly alraune monster girl promised you she would get you such a potion if you were able to make her smell your feet. So here you are, naked, uncomfortable and clueless about what to do next.

Tamaria the witch senses your confusion and waits for a moment so you can calm down and accept the odd situation. She is naked as well, save for her heavy leather boots that hide her disgusting, stinky feet. Her body is that of a beautiful woman in her thirties with well-shaped, perky breasts, a tall, curvy body and a mature appearance. She could be a real beauty for human standards, but the putrid green skin, long nose, driplets of sweat that flow down her body and most of all her body odor make it clear that she is anything but human. The most disturbing aspect about her, however, is the green, semi-erect, very real penis attached to her pubic mound.

Despite the shaft and the hairless ballsack beneath it, she is still very much a woman. You are sure of this, she has moved it aside and showed you her honey pot, moist as always for these sex-obsessed monsters. Apparently, this is what the curious potion will do to you. You are not fully comfortable with growing a penis, but you still could just not drink the potion and so far, nothing has happened, except your mirror image being messed with, so you reluctantly decide to go with it.

“I can see how confused you are”, Tamaria says after watching you stare at your mirror image for a while. “Maybe I can help you a bit.” As you nod, the witch touches the mirror and chants a spell you cannot understand, then says: “First things first. This is only an image. It will show what you and now I tell it, but it will remain an image. The real you will be completely unchanged, no matter what we wish for. This means you can go wild with your imagination, try out different looks, shapes and sizes and find one you like. No need to be afraid of me, either. I guess you’ll most likely do something tame and human-like, but even if you did something like this –“ she turns towards the mirror and whispers some words that make the image ripple and you watch half shocked, half amazed as the small, normal-looking penis your mirror image had before shudders, then grows and stretches into a 50 centimeter long, bright blue, veiny and lumpy pole with a flat, pink tip, a hole in the tip as large as two of your fingers that drools a black, viscous liquid and a large purple ballsack that stretches over three orbs the size of your fist- “I won’t judge you at all.”

You watch in shock and awe as your mirror image lifts the monstrosity between her legs and turns left and right, holding it straight to show off the entire length, the various grape-sized bumps along the shaft and the flat tip with the large hole. You shyly compare it to the cock the witch next to you has, one that seemed large and scary before, just under 25 centimeters long, quite thick and with a mushroom-shaped, darkish green tip. Her organ, while still foreign, seems to fit her witch body well, whereas the one your mirror image now caresses in long, drawn-out strokes looks unnatural and just plain wrong. You are impressed by it’s size and thickness, though, and watching your mirror image lift the heavy shaft up and move the heavy sack to the side to show you that your honey pot is still there, unchanged, but glistering wet, makes your real one moist as well. You briefly turn your head away in shame, then figure now is not the time to be ashamed and watch again as the you in the mirror fondles the three large orbs inside the sack, then strokes a bit more and eventually closes her eyes and silently cries out in ecstasy as a large amount of black, viscous liquid spurts out from the tip. You quess it is at least a full water bucket’s worth, but it’s hard to tell.

“That one looked wild”, Tamaria says as your mirror images knees give out and she falls to the ground, smiling widely and still spurting large amounts of black liquid. Eventually, after more than a minute, her orgasm fades, the flow of black liquid stops, and the monstrous shaft softens and shrinks to a much smaller size, about 20 centimeters long. Your mirror image takes a deep breath, then stands back up and smiles naughtily. “Now put it away”, the witch says, and your mirror image complies, pressing a dark spot on her mound above the shaft. The spot glows green and the whole thing shrinks, getting smaller and smaller until entirely disappearing. All that remains of the monstrous cock is a bluish shade where it stood just moments ago.

“Wow” is all you can say. It really is gone completely. Your mirror image then presses the dark green spot again and the organs appear again, rapidly growing to full glory in only a couple seconds. Now flaccid, it reaches about halfway down towards your knees, but your mirror image strokes it a few times and soon the monstrous, unnatural shaft stands at full mast again.

“That was... impressive...”, you stutter timidly, “but... a bit intimidating... Maybe something more... human? Less monstrous?” The image shudders again, then the shaft changes to a fleshier color, the tip changes from flat to a mushroom shape and the lumps disappear. The liquid oozing out of the tip lightens to a milky white and one of the orbs disappears from the sack. Aside from its humongous size, it now looks like a set you could find on a human.

Your mirror image moves the shaft around again, giving you the best possible look from several different angles. You observe it for a while but are still not quite comfortable with it. “Can you make it about half this size?”, you ask timidly and surely enough, the shaft shrinks from its massive size down to a much more managable one. Now about 25 centimeters long and six centimeters thick, it looks almost small on you, but you like it a lot more. Of course, you don’t know how ridiculously large it still is when compared to the average human cock.

After shrinking the balls to a more managable size as well, you are a lot less intimidated by the look of male genitals on your crotch. You watch as your mirror image masturbates again, squirting a load of sperm that is still about 15 times that of an average human. Besides that, you are still at a loss, however, simply because you have next to no experience with the looks of genitals, male and female alike. The witch notices your hesitation and starts speaking after a minute of awkward silence.

“I can tell you are still quite uncomfortable. Kind of cute how innocent you are. So how about we do something else first? Something fun to break the tension.” You nod hesitantly and Tamaria draws another glyph onto the mirror that makes her mirror image ripple and move just like yours. It waves at you, then pulls your mirror image into a kiss and starts masturbating her green dick to full mast. It looks hot, but also disturbing. “What now?”, you ask the witch.

“Now we play cock molding. First, I do yours, then you do mine. The goal is to make the most ridiculous looking dong for the other one. Try thinking of what would look laughable both as a cock and on my body. And don’t worry, we are just playing around. Nothing permanent, just for fun.” You are not so thrilled about getting embarrassed by the witch again, but still accept. You are not getting anywhere as it is, so this might help clear the terrible awkwardness.

Tamaria thinks for a while, then nods and smiles naughtily. You start to question what you have gotten yourselves into as Tamaria makes your cock stretch out to 40 centimeters, but keeps the thickness the same, making it into a very thin shaft. She then inflates the tip into a large bell shape with the wide end facing away from you and makes a dent into the flat tip so that the opening is almost hidden within a crater. The whole thing looks ridiculous already, a shaft only 6 centimeters thick, but with a tip that stretches out to more than fifteen. Your mirror image struggles to keep the whole thing straight, as the weight at the tip is much larger than what the shaft can support. The witch is not done, however, making the balls beneath it larger again, much larger than they were before. They grow to the size of cantaloupes, then coconuts, then even larger, stopping at honeydew melons and not only that, but Tamaria even makes the sack larger, so the round orbs are now hanging all the way to your knees. Even your mirror image looks uncomfortable with such enormous orbs hanging between her legs, especially as Tamaria makes them swell with semen.

“Looks quite ridiculous”, you say. The bell-shaped tip on the thin stick looks amusing, even for your inexperienced mind. Tamaria smiles and replies: ”Not so innocent anymore, eh? I like it. But I’m not done with you yet.” Your face burns up red for the 30th or so time, but the witch just chuckles again and continues shaping your male parts. She first covers the bell tip in a lot of loose skin, but only the sides and not the dent, then widens the hole and pulls it into a crude, but still distinct heart shape outlined by thick, lip-like ridges. You and your mirror image alike wonder about them, then Tamaria tells her to flex them and your mirror image moves them just like real lips, closing them over the peehole, then even moving them to form words. “She says it feels funny, but good”, Tamaria translates. You are irritated for a moment as your mirror image has not moved her lips, then realize she has used her cock to talk and start laughing.

The witch smiles and nods approvingly, then confuses you yet again by creating a piece of flesh that sticks out of the peehole, looking very similat to a tongue. It even glisters wet like an actual tongue, but you see the ‘saliva’ is in fact yellowy white and hardly liquid. Tamaria sees your confused face and explains that what looks like ‘saliva’ is actually leftover sperm, pee and dickcheese. You don’t know what ‘dickcheese’ might be, in fact, you don’t want to know, as you can tell from the deep breaths that the mirror images take that it must smell quite strong. “She can taste the dickcheese, too. She will also be able to taste her piss and cum”, Tamaria adds. She then makes one last change to her creation by coloring the shaft bright yellowish green, the tip dark orange and the ‘lips’ around the hole almost white. Light yellow hair starts to grow on top of the shaft in a long, thin strip all the way from the tip to the base, short and silky. The hair around the base and on your mound then grows longer and longer until it falls over your balls like a curtain of milky white fabric that obscurs the massive orbs.

With a satisfied nod, the witch takes a step backwards and says: “How do you like it? I call it ‘Cock Head’.” “It looks pretty funny”, you say while laughing at her dad joke, but also at her creation. It truly looks ridiculous, especially on your human body. You also notice that the whole play has eased up a good bit of your tension and you feel a lot more comfortable. “Good. You look pretty when you laugh”, Tamaria answers. “Now you only need to accept your smelly feet and monster girls will be all over you – and not just your feet.“ You blush yet again, this time from her compliment. “Now it’s your turn. Try and make my cock look funny. Don’t worry about me watching, just be creative and try out some things. There is nothing hard about it – except my cock”, she says and chuckles. You are not so sure, but step in front of the mirror anyways. Tamarias mirror image waves at you and smiles naughtily, then presents her penis to you as you try to think of a way to mold it into something funny.