He’s disgusted and leaves.

Craig shook his head, “You’re disgusting,” he said as he turned to leave.

Clara thought about going after him, but something held her back. She turned to look at Jesus and smiled. “Guess it really is just you and me, boy.” She stepped towards him and gave him a scratch behind one rotten ear. “What do you think, boy? Am I disgusting?”

Jesus barked at her, “Yeah, I’m disgusting, but only in the right ways. So, we need to carry on to the nexus. It takes us past the ritual training rooms.” She stopped and bit her lip, feeling aroused at the thought of casting Aether’s union. “Actually, maybe I might be able to make you bigger, so when we face something else, you could fight them off, and maybe, just in case, we can pick up the ingredients for Aether’s union.”

As they left the fridge, Clara was in disbelief about herself. Not only had she become addicted to fucking these undead and feeding on the maggots and worms they contained, but now she was considering enchanting Jesus to be bigger and maybe even letting him breed her.

Her legs felt weak with arousal as she walked. “What do you think, Jesus, you want to be bigger?” Jesus nuzzled against her leg. “Well, it’s only a few minutes down the hallway. Let’s hope the room is empty.” As they entered the hallway, Clara looked in both directions hoping to see Craig. Again, she felt a pang of loss but simultaneously felt oddly disconnected from that feeling. Again she was reminded of the magical influence which was affecting the school.

Clara was glad to find the ritual training room empty. It had been ransacked, obviously, but there was nothing dangerous there. “Jesus, you stand in the ritual circle. I will see about getting all the ingredients we need to make you grow big and strong.

The room was in such disarray that it took her a good twenty minutes to find everything she needed, and by then, she was feeling rather horny. She looked over the ingredients lined up on the table before her, two rows. The front row was Pentate’s ritual of growth. It would increase the size of creatures in the ritual circle by quite an amount, depending upon how much of the ingredient’s she used. The second row was for Aether’s union.

“Alright boy, so, I’ve only ever done this in small quantities, so I’m not sure how much to use,” she told Jesus as she started to measure things out. “Maybe this should double your size.” She paused for a moment before increasing the quantities a little more. “Just in case.”

She quickly set about casting the ritual, setting the ingredients around the circle as Jesus sat patiently in the circle. Every time Clara looked at him, her eyes went to his cock. She was salivating over him, wanted to taste him and almost gave up on the spell. But after a few more minutes, it was ready. She stood on the casting point and recited the chant.

As she spoke, Jesus arched his back and tensed. He yelped in pain as his proportions grew slowly, stretching him out to a new larger size. Clara was amazed. He grew faster than she had expected and was worried he would end up too big, not to defend her, but to mount her. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

There in front of her was a huge, rotting dog. He stood as tall as she did but was longer by far. She crouched down to look at his cock and balls and moaned quietly. He was huge, maybe too big, but she would try at some point. Then she noticed something odd.

Through a gap in Jesus skin, she saw a creature slither and stepped forward. She reached into the hold to feel a slimy thing and pulled it back out through the hole. The last slug she had taken from Jesus was the length of her hand. This one was easily the length from her elbow to her fingertips. “Oh no, it enlarged all the creatures in you as well,” she said. Then she licked her lips, “Oh God, how big must those worms be?” She moaned at the thought.