She-devil.

Frank woke on Friday morning to what had become his usual alarm clock, a horny MILF slurping at his dick. He climaxed, sending hot and sticky jizz into Nat’s mouth, once again dosing her.

“Hey Frank do you think your dick got bigger?” She said still lying between his legs and kissing his pole.

He looked down and noticed that he had indeed grown in size. It now looked inhuman; next to Nat's head it looked comical, a horse cock. She stroked him, which now was a massive task considering it was longer and thicker than her forearm. His size was now truly barbarically big; Makmag clearly wasn’t over for him, he realised. His cock was easily thirteen or fourteen inches. He could feel that it was erect as it could be, despite the fact that it wasn't hard and stiff.

After eating cereal and then eating Nat’s delicious cunt for breakfast, Frank started the day. He had some goals for the day, the first was to quit his job. He knew that in six weeks time he wouldn’t even be on earth, so spending his last moments in a job he disliked seemed foolish. Walking around, getting ready for the day, he had to get used to the feeling of his ever growing dick in his pants. His flaccid length was still around ten inches, and Frank had resorted to stuffing it down the leg of his pants.

With his new dick almost reaching his knee, he left the house, drove to work, handed in his letter of resignation and that was that. He was surprised at how easy it was, perhaps Makmag was not just making his dick bigger but making his confidence grow as well.

The next thing he was to do: would be to check in with Tas and tell him about the results of their ‘experiment’. He was halfway home when he received a text from Nat saying that she had gone to work herself. Frank was very slightly relieved; Nat had become such a fiend for sex that he had a rough time keeping up with her, even with his improved hormones.

Frank pulled into his driveway and noticed something strange: his front door was wide open. Cautiously he approached, calling out to see if anyone was inside. As he entered the front door, he saw that the door had been **** open; splinters of wood sat motionless in the foot of the archway.

He carefully entered the living room. What he saw made his blood run cold. A ghostly figure slowly walked around the room. It was shaped like a female figure but it didn’t have a face. Its body was black but it was not solid, it wisped and smoked in a non-existent wind.

The figure turned and looked at him. Frank was frozen, he wanted to run and scream but he couldn’t, he was trapped in fear. His sweat beaded on his forehead. The mist-surrounded woman began to advance toward him, her slender outline swaying. Terror pounded through him. He knew he was in grave danger. The figure made odd soothing noises, Frank was prompted to the stories of the Harpy.

Despite his horror, he was mesmerized with the figure, it was terrifying in every way yet somehow it was beautiful. The shadow of a woman he could hardly express. Suddenly something snapped in him, his fight or flight reactions triggered. Frank took stance, on his toes ready to swing. The ghost hurried, and pounced toward him. He balled his fist and hurled his hand. He was shocked to see his punch land amongst the smoke and the ghost reeled, it screeched and snarled at him like an animal.

Once again it leaped. This time it was too fast, pouncing on top of Frank sending them crashing to the floor. He was face to face with the being. It looked at him as it pinned him down, it seemed curious. Holding the thing back with his right hand, Frank balled up his left fist and swung at its head. Again it connected, making the creature screech in pain.

The strange being retreated to the other side of the room still hissing and snarling, Frank sprang to his feet with athleticism he didn't know he had. The ghost waved its arm in a small circular motion and reached out its hand. Opening its foggy fingers, a small pulsating black shape floated from its grasp. It moved like a leaf caught in the wind, but it glided over to Frank. He was so intrigued by it that he was not cautious; it rapidly gained speed and hit him in the chest.

His vision started glowing white, he knew he was about to faint. But before he collapsed, he saw Tas’ typical ball of light fill the room and the shadow woman screeched and disappeared in a burst of darkness. Tas approached Frank and caught him in his arms, just as he was losing consciousness.

“Everything will be alright.” He heard the alien say before Frank completely passed out.