Big-Dicked Futa

As her hand snaked into her bikini bottoms, he clicked his fingers once more. Soon, her fingers were no longer rubbing her clit, but a foot long shaft, as thick as her wrist and woven with veins. Heavy tennis-ball sized testicles hung over the side of the bikini, far too large to be shoved inside.

She giggled and again beckoned him into her garden. He stepped through the hedge, stopping at the feet of this drop-dead gorgeous futa. She smiled brightly at him.

"Hello, sexy," she purred. "It seemed the sight of you has stirred up my friend here. How about you get yourselves acquainted?"

Without warning, she pulled his hand down onto her shaft, letting him feel the burning heat it put out, the pulses of lust it felt as he ran his hand up and down her shaft.

"Ooh, yes, you're doing so good. But, I have something to ask of you, John. Make it bigger."

John froze. "What? I can't do that," he chuckled nerously. "You'd have to get a plastic surgeon for that."

She gave him a sharp grin, before grabbing his face hard with her nails and wrenching it towards her. "I know what you did, John. I gave you that power myself. But I can just as easily take it away, so you had better do as I say unless you want to wave your powers goodbye. I'm sure your sister would have just as good a use for them as you."

John shuddered at the thought of his younger, she-devil sister getting a hold of the power. Wordlessly, he nodded. Emily released him.

"Good, now do as I say. Make it three feet long."

With a click, her dick grew to absurd proportions in front of him. Her balls were larger than his head, and he could hear them churn with seed just waiting to be pumped into him. She moaned in pleasure. "Oh, yes, I've always dreamed of having one of these."

Then, her eyes turned to John and grew cold. "What are you doing just standing there? Go on, fuck me!"