Grow A Horse Cock

The fist pulled out of Lois Lane's pussy suddenly, violently. The reporter was barely aware of the ache between her thighs, the green fire was still burning in her veins around her pussy, preparing it for whatever Circe had planned for it.

Something that happened all to quickly.

Holding Lois Lane's legs up and wide apart, the sorceress had dropped into a kind of squat, her own legs spread wide...and something was distending her lower belly, pushing against her pussy lips from the inside.

Is she pregnant? Lois wondered, then dismissed the thought. Circe's labia was parted, something round and wet and pink pushing its way out. No. Prolapse? But how would that...

The answer came in a splash of clear fluid as a heavy spherical object in a flesh sack fell half-way down Circe's thighs, to hang suspended from her pussy. It swayed there, the size and shape of a coconut...and then the sorceress began to grunt, and Lois saw another one pushing out between her distended lips. It fell as violently as the other, and the two spheres jostled next to one another...the biggest ballsack that Lois Lane had seen on any animal since she had been a cub reporter covering the Clydesdales at the Metropolis Brewing Company...and Circe wasn't done.

Oh fuck no, Lois thought, unable to look away as the woman's stomach bulged obscenely, something huge trying to push its way out of her already overstuffed cunt. The story with the centaurs...she isn't really going to...oh fuck, she is...

Something black appeared at the entrance to her vagina. Circe's thighs were quivering, straining with the effort as she pushed, green fire running along her veins, giving strength to whatever she was conjuring. It began to push itself out...slowly but inexorably, and now Lois could see the dark, flattened head, the smooth skin, great ropy veins beneath the surface...and it was growing wider and wider as it descended, now thicker than Lois Lane's wrist....now thicker than a can of soda...now as wide as a liter bottle of cola...and the tip of that cock hung just below Circe's knee, and a great ridge of flesh was about two-thirds of the way down the biggest cock that Lois had seen on anything that walked on two legs.

"Now," Circe said, perspiration dotting her face, as the green fires in her veins slowly faded. "Get me hard so I can wreck that tight cunt."