With his business in the kitchen finished Laurence finds that the alchemist has a surprise for him

‘L-Laurence, honey,’ Marie moaned after a few minutes of listening to her own, and Laurence’s, moans while the fleshy slaps of his stomach hitting her rear bounced off of the kitchen walls. The blonde’s trembling voice barely penetrating the haze of lust that clouded the young servant’s mind. 'Could you please hurry up? The...the others could return any second with the things for tonight’s feast!’

‘How many times,’ Laurence snarled, as tightened his hold of the cook’s waist. ‘Do I have to say this…?’ He added darkly, as he pulled his hips back.

An obscene, wet sucking sound came from Marie’s slick asshole as Laurence’s monstercock was extracted from the cook’s precum-filled bowels. Several silvery strands of the fluid connected the servant’s meaty pole to Marie’s stretched, gaping rosebud. Before Marie could recover from the emptiness she suddenly felt, Laurence spun the blonde around to face him and **** her to her knees.

‘Don’t tell me what to do!’ He growled as he waved his erection in the slutty cook’s face.

Instead of blasting Marie’s face with his viscous white seed, or burying his monstercock down her throat to shoot the salty cream directly into her stomach, Laurence slipped his meaty fuckmast between the cook’s large, soft tits. Then, with a fierce grin, he pulled the string that he had previously loosened tight, effectively trapping his fat member in the blonde’s soft cleavage.

‘I wonder how your fellow cooks will react when they notice your blouse is soaked in sperm!’ Laurence mused, fierce grin still plastered on his face.

‘Oh, you evil bastard!’ Marie swore, but it was clear from the expression on her face, and the way her fingers were petting her pussy, that she quite enjoyed the idea.

Laurence pushed his hips forwards once, twice, thrice, his swollen balls slapping loudly against the clothed tits of the cook every time the servant moved. The plump head of his monstrous member barely peeked out of the bottom of Marie’s cleavage due to his deep thrusts, but whenever it did Marie’s stomach and crisp white blouse was stained by a wad of precum. Of course, this was only a prelude of what was about to come.

When Laurence did finally come, the only warning Marie got was a little grunt before she felt a hot, syrupy fluid coating the inside of her cleavage and sliding down her stomach as if it was a small waterfall. As jizz continued to spray from Laurence’s cumslit, the servant’s semen even ended up running over her skirt. And when Laurence was finally done, almost every article of her clothing was clinging to her curvy body and sticky with something that was obviously cum and Marie was sitting in a small puddle of her own girlcum.

‘Clean this up.’ Laurence commanded, as he released the string of Marie’s blouse and extracted his monstercock from between the cook’s cum-coated jugs.

Marie merely smiled happily with her hand still stuffed between her thighs, and dutifully opened her mouth. Laurence wasted no time in slipping his member, which had several ropes of jizz hanging from it, down the blonde’s throat. And as soon as Marie felt his shaft move over her tongue, she started to suck and lick it clean. So Laurence decided to go over his mental to-do list once more while he enjoyed the slutty cook’s blowjob.

He had woken up both the Countess and her daughter, and thanks to Marie and the new blonde servant girl Katherine Thorns would already have her breakfast by now. Which meant that Laurence had plenty of time to “see” Samantha about restocking the supply of potion he and the Countess used every morning before returning to Katherine in case any other preparations needed to be made for tonight’s feast. At the thought of the Thorns family’s personal alchemist Laurence’s cock twitched in Marie’s bulging throat, and the cook gave a happy little muffled moan which served to remind Laurence that he really should finish said to-do list.

‘Aww...leaving already, Laurence?’ Marie whined after she had reluctantly allowed the servant to pull his shaft out of her mouth.

‘You know me, Marie,’ Laurence replied as he got dressed, having some trouble with fitting his erection, currently slick with Marie’s saliva, into his trousers. ‘My work is never done.’

‘Somehow you don’t sound too unhappy about that,’ Marie chuckled with a cocked eyebrow. ‘But maybe it’s for the best, you have left quite a mess for me to clean up after all.’ She added with a sigh, while taking in the cum-soaked state of her blouse.

‘Perhaps you should call for the new girl?’ Laurence suggested. ‘Something tells me she wouldn’t mind helping you “clean up”.’ He added with an impish grin.

‘I might just do that,’ Marie replied with a grin of her own. ‘But go on, get out. I’m sure there is SOME size queen skank who desperately needs a cock up her ass that is waiting for you. Just don’t be surprised when I serve you breakfast in bed one of these mornings.’ Marie added with a wink.

Laurence merely chuckled as he put on the rest of his uniform, and left the kitchen…

* * * *

A few minutes later Laurence found himself in the estate’s basement, standing in front of a heavy wooden door that led to Samantha’s lab. Once he had made sure that he looked presentable, the young man pulled on a red rope that hung from the ceiling near the right side of the door. He heard the sound of a bell coming from within chamber, followed by footsteps heading in his direction. Then, a moment later, a slit opened within the door and Laurence could see a pair of bright, amber eyes looking at him from behind a pair of small, round glasses.

‘Ah, Laurence! You have arrived just in time!’ Samantha said excitedly as she opened the door. ‘Come in, come in!’

The alchemist’s lab was lit up by candles that burned with a strange coloured flame, crystal lanterns that shone with a pale light and the large, roaring fire underneath a bubbling cauldron. Several desks were pushed against the walls and covered with either parchment, or strange equipment Laurence couldn’t make sense of. Chairs and couches were also haphazardly placed around the room and there even was a large, comfortable bed despite this not being Samantha’s room! But Laurence? Laurence barely noticed these things, currently he only had eyes for Samantha.

Like all the other women Laurence had met with this morning, Samantha was a beauty! Her hair was a luxurious red that was currently kept in a loose bun, although a few strands of it framed her gorgeous face perfectly. Her eyes were almond shaped and a bright amber, only hiding behind a pair of small, round glasses that were resting on the bridge of a cute, dainty nose. Her red, arched eyebrows were currently scrunched as she looked for something on one of her many desks, while her plump, plush lips were puckered in concentration.

So, seeing as she wasn’t looking at him, Laurence let his eyes wander. The alchemist’s dark red dress wasn’t revealing in the least, but it was so tight that it looked painted on. Round, heavy breasts pushed from Samantha’s chest, due to the colour of her dress the huge jugs reminded Laurence of a pair of ripe, freakishly huge apples. Or, at least, they would have if the alchemist’s stiff nipples didn’t threaten to tear through the garment. Why, Laurence didn’t know. Samantha’s lab always felt far too warm for him.

In terms of size, the redhead’s tits were about as big as those of Marie, or maybe a little bigger. But Samantha had the cook beat when it came to her hips. Although Samantha had never had a child, they were broad, maybe even as broad as those of Katherine Thorns. And Laurence swore that he could hear her dress protest as she bent over to grab something. Not that the young servant could blame the garment, the alchemist had one of the biggest, curviest asses Laurence had ever seen! The hemline of Samantha’s dress could barely stretch over the huge, ballooning globes of her rump and it seemed to jiggle enticingly underneath the red cloth with nearly every movement the alchemist made.

Laurence slowly walked up to the Samantha, his hands outstretched to grab the mouthwatering ass in front of him, despite knowing that her buttocks would be far too large to encompass with them. He was intent on tearing that pretty dress from Samantha’s curvy body and pump her ass and pussy full of hot jizz as his beefy balls throbbed painfully against the insides of his thighs, despite the fact that he had hosed Marie down with his seed only a few minutes ago. Before this fantasy could be fulfilled, however, Samantha suddenly straightened up and turned to face him while excitedly holding up a small vial of a glowing, crystal blue liquid.

‘Drink this!’ She said, beaming.

‘What is it?’ Laurence asked curiously, while accepting the vial from Samantha.

‘Oh, just something to give you an edge against Countess Thorns and her daughter,’ Samantha said innocently. ‘And me, of course.’ She added, her voice turning into a nasty whisper.

Figuring that it was some new aphrodisiac or some potion that would boost his stamina Laurence shrugged and pulled the cork from the top of the vial, before drinking it down. The fluid was thick and tasted strangely metallic, but the servant managed to swallow every last drop of it before handing the empty vial back to the redhead.

Or at least, he intended to…

Before the vial could reach Samantha’s hand, Laurence was overcome by a wave of dizziness. He stumbled back a few steps and, fortunately, ended up landing into one of the large, plush chairs that were spread around the alchemist’s lab. Laurence continued to feel dizzy while blackness crept into the edges of his vision. He also felt a sharp pain in his crotch and let out a yelp as the vial he had been holding onto slipped out from between his fingers. He wanted to yell at Samantha for making him drink something strange, but he only managed to quickly, and loudly, breathe in and out and not much more.

‘Oh my, we probably should’ve taken of those trousers before you drank that.’ Samantha mused as she approached the chair Laurence was sitting on and kneeled in front of it.

The young servant felt his belt being undone, as well as the several strings keeping his trousers shut, before the garment was slid down his legs. The process was so slow it was almost torturous, but it did relieve the pain in his crotch somewhat. Curious, Laurence glanced down and although his neck felt as if it was made of rock, he could move his head far enough to see how Samantha’s eyes had lit up behind her glasses. Curiously, he tried to move his head further and focused his eyes.

At the sight of his penis, Laurence managed to croak out a weak: ‘By the Gods…’

Laurence had been blessed with a large manhood, this he knew. But somehow, it seemed even bigger now. Fat purple and blue veins bulged from his shaft, which had grown even thicker than it was before. For a moment he feared that a muscular arm had grown from his groin, before his vision cleared and made it obvious that it was his member. As he watched it he gasped as he felt flesh push from his groin, adding more inches to his already monstrous length as Samantha pulled his trousers further and further down until, finally, she freed the fist-sized purple crown of his meaty pole.

The growth of his penis seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed down, and Laurence’s eyes widened when he realized that his dick had grown past his knees. But instead of standing up to point at Samantha’s gorgeous, eager face, the slab of cockmeat was pointing down, as if it was too heavy to stand up on its own.

‘Beautiful…’ Samantha sighed as she reached for the meaty monstercock and embraced it with both hands as if it was a long lost lover.

The redhead lifted it with great effort and **** the large, purple bellend into her mouth, exploring the distended piss slit with her tongue as if she was passionately kissing someone. Then, suddenly, she stopped.

‘Tape measure,’ she muttered. ‘I need to measure this, stay here!’ The alchemist hissed as she reluctantly released the mammoth schlong and climbed to her feet.

Laurence would have told her not to worry about that, but he just didn’t have the energy. His entire body felt sluggish, as if he had gone days, if not weeks, without sleep. But despite that, Laurence did not doze off. Instead, he watched the alchemist’s rear wiggle to and fro as she searched for something and felt very much awake. In fact, the fatigue that seemed to have piled onto his body suddenly disappeared, only to be replaced by an intense lust.

His new, heavy monstercock started to rise higher and higher until it was pointing straight at the redhead’s huge bubble butt. Laurence, unfortunately, still didn’t actually have the strength to get out of the chair but he was smiling confidently. At least until a second wave of dizziness came over him and his large, full testicles began to pulse and churn in a familiar fashion. It felt as if he had taken one of the potions for the Countess’ bath time, and he had to spread his legs wider and wider as his sack was pulled taut over his expanding balls…

‘Gods…’ Samantha breathed when she finally turned around, tape measure in hand. ‘Your reaction to this potion was better than anything I could’ve predicted.’ She moaned at the sight of Laurence’s monstrous, precum-drooling erection.

The young servant’s testicles had grown to be the size of apples and throbbed so violently against the insides of Laurence’s legs that Samantha wouldn’t be surprised if they left a mark. The two orbs were producing precum so fast that in the few seconds that the redhead had spent searching for a tape measure, Laurence’s entire stiff monstercock had been coated with a clear, sticky goo. And the flow showed no signs of stopping as a large puddle was forming on the floor between the young man’s feet.

‘Ju-just what...did you give to me?’ Laurence gasped.

‘Fuck!’ Samantha hissed in response as she kneeled in the puddle of precum, uncaring about how terribly it would stain her dress. ‘This beast is fifteen inches long! I’m almost afraid to measure its girth…’ She whispered in awe.

A loud *SPLAT!* suddenly resounded through the lab, followed by a scream of Samantha as a large jet of precum shot her glasses from the bridge of her nose.

‘I only needed those for reading anyway…’ the redhead said lovingly as she wiped the syrupy fluid from her eyes and licked her fingers clean.

‘Samantha…’ Laurence begged.

‘Huh? Oh, right,’ the alchemist replied, her tone suddenly turning professionally again. ‘This is a special potion that should temporarily increase the size of your member, increase your sperm production and it should give you a boost in stamina.’ She explained, while she stared at Laurence’s spongy cockhead as precum trickled from his cumslit only to drip down on her clothed chest.

‘It doesn’t feel temporary…’ Laurence groaned. ‘And I feel sluggish, not at all like I got energy to spare.’

‘Well, it is a little strong,’ Samantha admitted sheepishly. ‘Still, I just know this new potion will be a success! So please, can we see for how long its effects will last?’ the alchemist begged.

‘Sure,’ Laurence replied. ‘Just don’t expect me to get out of this chair any time soon.’ He added with a weak chuckle, although he doubted that the alchemist could hear him with how obsessed she was with his new monstercock...