Getting Big on the Road

There was a gurgling sound that started up simultaneously and could be detected emanating from both stud’s stomachs, a bubbling from deep inside. This progressed into a rumbling which sounded like the contents of their stomachs were roiling, contents swirling around. Damon looked at Dareios, brow still compressed furiously as he stared down his cousin, the half inch in length between them that Tamara’s measurements had revealed a clear source of irritation to him, the muscular warrior fuming at the way that the gorgeous slut-priestess had drawn attention to him coming out of the comparison marginally less impressively. As it was, neither man was too concerned about the qualities of the potion they had consumed, but each was impatient to see what developments might occur.

Tamara smirked, confident in her powers of alchemy, and also pleased to have instigated a rivalry between the pair of warrior cousins, hoping that the competition might goad them to further hypersexualised heights as they attempted to outdo each other – with the real winner being her, of course.

‘Nothing to worry about boys, just keep calm and think of whores and sluts. Shouldn’t be too hard, with little old me standing in front of you.’

Tamara slid her hand down the hard, etched muscles of her slender torso, the solid slabs of hard abdominals rippling like a wave, her fingers exploring further until her index and middle fingers spread apart the slick lips of her cunt and exposed the wet pinkness to the pair of studs.

Presently Dareios started to groan, the massively muscled warrior staring down at his gargantuan fuckpiece as it lay on the table, beginning to feel an unusual sensation of tingling warmth stir the tissues in the base of his cock.

He and Damon looked down, Damon obviously feeling something too, a sensation that made them tear their attention from the stacked brunette’s lewd display. Both dicks, following the consumption of the potions, were sticking out from their bodies, horizontally laying on the table. Little surges that emanated from their trunks at the base kicked their prongs up slightly every now and again, but both warriors engaged their pc muscles to keep them pressed downwards against the table and next to the measuring stick.

Then both already inhumanly gargantuan slabs of dickmeat began to show some movement that it wasn’t within their power to restrain.

Damon now groaning too, both warriors emitting deep, synchronised growls, each looked down and observed their members pulse even more obscenely, and then, unmistakably, saw the fat heads of both muscular beastcocks appear to extend, and, impossibly, considering the immensity and tumescence of the pair of monolithic cast-iron cumtubes, appear to be pushed further away from their bodies, at the same time each growing thicker along the shaft. The warm feeling that had originated between their legs had now extended to their cocks and their balls, spreading all the way up to their chest and further upwards, giving them a heady sensation as it flooded their heads. Both warriors simultaneously released a throaty groan, heads starting to spin, as beneath the table that their cocks were pressed on, two sets of balls swelled and dropped, the heavy sacs extending further towards the floor, ballsacks expanding until the cushiony mass of testes and surging spunk was touching against their thighs continually. That was now where the gurgling sound could be located, with the moist sound of swirling fluids swishing inside the capacious scrotal sacs as their pulsing testicles swelled.

Tamara moved closer to the table and literally drooled at the way that both monstrous schlongs were throbbing and pulsating. Before the eyes of the gorgeous whore, both dicks inflated visibly as thicker rolls of muscle and brawn developed, bunching together as veins branched and clustered more numerously on the surface, popping out of the skin and throbbing monstrously, gleaming with a lustre in the lamplight. The whole process looked almost as if a rippling wave was coursing down both massive lengths from the root, recombining and reconfiguring mass, muscle, and tissue as it went, both schlongs sprouting anew.

Now the throbs had turned almost to vibrations, the pair of near-identical, inhumanly proportioned members visibly increasing in length as the ripple of muscle and vein that passed down them reached the end. Both men gasped as they saw their enormous penile missiles slide slowly past the first, then the second mark on the measuring sticks, thicker cords of sinew flexing tautly along the lengths as the angry-looking purple, flared crowns bulged and expanded even more massively than before, the smooth end of the fuckclubs weeping and disgorging translucent precum beneath them on the table, the ridged ends of each sliding slickly through the gooey furrows they had deposited on the table. Then, finally, almost mercifully, it appeared to stop.

‘Fuck.’

Both warriors, now gasping, looked closer at the table.

Tamara looked up at them and grinned, clicking her tongue.

‘You both outgrew the stick. Congratulations. Ah… to me.’

Pleased, both Damon and Dareios celebrated by maxing their pc muscles and thumping their monstercocks up and down on the table. There was once more a deafening din created by their hypermasculine display.

‘Alright alright alright, you brutes,’ Tamara grumbled, ‘I’ve still got to see which of you is biggest.’

Both warriors eagerly thumped their cocks down on the table again obediently, a dual crashing sound accompanying the action.

Tamara got closer still, and drew a line in the puddles of precum the pooled on the table, sluicing it across the wood and connecting the cocktips together.

‘The measuring stick was twenty inches exactly. I’d say there was nothing to choose between you. You’re both twenty and a half.’

Damon jutted his chin out and mugged happily, pleased to have apparently made up the extra inch.

‘We’ll see if you can handle it, whore!’ bellowed Damon, wielding his newly-minted twenty-inch appendage at Tamara.

‘A simple “thank you” would have sufficed, Damon,’ giggled Tamara ironically as she dropped down and the gargantuan pillar of flesh was hefted horizontally at her, the glossy blunt tip spearing towards her face.

Still managing to grin insolently at the huge warrior even as she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, with a slick sound, pointing at it with her index finger for good measure, Damon launched his mega-sized prick at the busty brunette whore, the smooth bell-end burying itself between the priestesses’ plump, gaping lips and plugging her throat. Face held in a concerted rictus of pure effort, Damon’s muscles bulged as he **** the brawny, twenty-and-a-half-inch cumstaff further down Tamara’s throat, who tipped up her face and arched her back accordingly to allow the warrior’s monster tool more smoothly into her gullet, slick sound of throaty expectoration accompanying the intrusion of the inhuman masculine log that was **** even further down as Damon stood above her.

Very soon, Dareios had appeared at Damon’s side and had laid the enormous trunk of his elephantine member across Tamara’s eyes, patting the underside of the bloated, glistening shaft all over her face as Damon sawed his own fuckpiece up and down in almost a vertical pumping motion, three quarters of his huge schlong embedded in Tamara’s throat, identifiable from the outside by the immense bulging in her neck.

‘Two at once, whore, you know how we like it!’ said Dareios, giving Damon the cue, however reluctantly, to withdraw his vast prong from the priestesses’ seemingly bottomless maw, the monstercock coming free with a plume of slobber that cascaded from Tamara’s throat and rippled over her chin and onto her massive tits along with a retching sound of her throat reversing.

‘Yummy!’

The bronze-tanned, mega-jugged slut proudly held the two monster pricks in her hands that she had created, admiring the increases in mass and the new architecture of the pair of throbbing meatsticks that were hot and hard in her hands. Then she began licking across Dareios’ shaft, along the topside of the brawny tube of meat, her tongue running all across the fat throbbing dorsal vein that pulsed along the top of it, until she reached the rounded, raised brim of his purple helmet. At that point, she shot both of them a lewd look, and slid Damon’s cockend up against his cousin’s making sure to swirl the pair of glossy cockheads around each other in circular motions, and then continued her journey with her tongue, so that she had licked all the way from the base of one dick to the base of the other. After this she retraced her steps, slurping up her spit and teasing the heads simultaneously with her tongue, before rubbing the slick, bloated, gleaming and slippery precum-drooling heads together and tried to cram them both into her mouth. Dareios chuckled and **** his hard prick to the back of Tamara’s throat, watching the buxom priestesses’ eyes bulge. Tamara sucked on the vast, fist-sized head as hard as she could, jerking both cocks more rapidly at the same time. Dareios punched her tonsils with his monster cockend about a dozen times and then pulled out, giving Damon access to the mega-jugged slut’s accepting throat once more. The warrior took the opportunity to repeatedly smash his dick into Tamara’s face, one more transfixing the priestess with his dick, fucking her face hard, while Dareios lazily slapped his now-spit-coated fuckpiece on her face. The two studs happily took turns plugging her throat as Tamara stroked their throbbing, steel-like cocks and sucked inch after inch of new and improved fuckmeat.

Until they were interrupted by a call from the front of the wagon.