Next morning

Kamil awoke with a jolt. He took stock of his surroundings in a stupor. He was in his own bed. Looking around the unfocused room, he glimpsed the familiar aspects of his room that was a small chamber next to the stable. His mouth was dry. He had had a dream. What was it? He closed his eyes again. It was difficult to remember what it was, but it seemed as though it had been deeply erotic. Probably about Lea again, the bosses’ daughter, the girl he would only ever dream about.

He settled down in his cot and put his arms behind his head. It was morning. He felt slightly hungover, almost as if he had been drinking something that he shouldn’t have the previous night. Turning a little on the tiny mattress he settled onto his side. Something thumped against the side of the mattress as he did so. He grunted and opened his eyes. As soon as he had opened them, he was immediately wide- awake, and he found he was staring straight ahead of him as he was suddenly seized with shock.

Something was protruding off the side of the bed. Something that was under the covers. Something that was near his groin. No longer bleary-eyed, but in the grip of terrified apprehension, Kamil reached his hand down towards the area of the sheets, fingers gripping securely around the bedclothes down there.

With a quick sweep, he whipped the bedclothes away from his body. Even though there was nothing more shocking than his own body nestled beneath, Kamil choked in surprise when he saw what had been pointing out of the bed. It was his cock. It was huge and erect and it was sticking out angrily from his groin and out over the side of the bed. If he made a fist, it would have been about the length of his forearm.

It couldn’t be real. Was this a dream, or was it reality? He pinched himself but gave himself only a little pain on his thigh. Leaning in, he inspected the massive monstercock that was spearing out from his groin. It looked real enough, even though it was colossally oversized.

Then, suddenly, everything hit him at once. It hadn’t been a dream. It had been real. He remembered it all very vividly. The priestess, Kyla, and her strange potions and proposals. He remembered drinking the potions and watching his dick swell obscenely as the huge-titted blonde acolyte looked on. He also remembered how she had engineered his get together with Lea.

His heart almost stopped at that revelation almost more than it had when he had seen his new and improved cock. He had got together with Lea! The one bona fide girl of his dreams, the girl he had loved since he had been little, the girl that had teased him through all her adolescence… had given her mouth and pussy and ass to him almost as if he was a prince. And he had fucked her! Recollections of the most magnificent day of his life swam back into his mind and he remembered with glee fucking Lea in the ass against the side of the wagon, blowing huge loads into her face and on her tits next to the bale of hay and even fucking the insatiable sexpot here, in his own room! Of course, being the bosses’ daughter, Lea hadn’t been able to spend the night with him, and had gone back into the tavern to spend the night in her own room before her parents had detected the reason for her absence.

It was all real, Kamil thought, with irrepressible glee, and the more he thought of Lea, the more he noticed that his cock pulsed and almost moved of its own accord. Underneath this, Kamil for the first time glimpsed his new set of testes. Again, he was boggle eyed. They were both massive, and they were sticking up, sitting on top of his thighs like a pair of melons. He ran his hand over the giant pair of balls and tapped them experimentally a couple of times, almost like testing ripe fruit. Slowly, he realised that they were full to bursting with fluid, which explained by their already capacious state that his scrotum was fully engorged. Cupping them in his hands he juggled them a little and listened to huge amounts of sperm swill around inside.

It was clear what had happened. The potion had made him a megacocked cum-machine and during his eight hours sleep his sperm production had accelerated. This left him more than a little brimful of the stuff. He remembered Kyla’s promise that if he blew his loads eleven times in one hour, or something, the changes would be permanent. While it looked like the big-titted priestess had been as good as her word on that count, there was no denying that he hadn’t blown a load for quite a while and was desperately in need of release.

Immediately he thought of finding Lea, but then a thought struck him. What if she had changed her mind during the night? What if she had realised that she didn’t want to be with a stableboy? Kamil had encountered this a couple of times before, with girls who professed to liking him going unaccountably cold the next time they saw each other. What if she got embarrassed at her debauchery and hated herself for the way that she had carried on the previous day? It was all very probable, and Kamil leapt out of his bed, huge meatstaff waggling in front of him as he did so, and attempted to find his clothes. As he did so, his cantaloupe sized balls weighed down in his scrotum almost to his knees.

Scrabbling around, the stableboy splashed water on his face, quickly donned a cotton shirt and then put on his most capacious pair of trousers. He found that he had to slide his huge cock – which was still ragingly erect and showed no sign whatsoever of going down – into one of his trouser legs. Fortunately, the trousers were buckskin and so relatively rigid, and while they didn’t accommodate his new length perfectly they at least kept the errant member in one place, although he looked quite comical walking with bandy legs to give his monster eggs space to hang. With the trunk of his dick bulging from the left thigh of his trousers, Kamil scampered out of his quarters and into the stables, where horses whinnied nervously at his sudden appearance.

Kamil wasn’t worried about skittish horses at the moment and bounded through the stables to the back door of the inn. In the kitchens, the two cooks, older women, looked extremely busy, dimly perceived through swathes of steam at the back of the room, and Kamil looked around. Neither his boss, Harlan, nor his wife, Seri, could be seen anywhere, although the two cooks looked like they were preparing enough food for a regiment.

Kamil dodged through the kitchen and made his way out the door the opposite way, through the bar. There, he suddenly caught sight of Lea. She was poised on the first step of the stairway that went up to the private rooms, a prodigious tray of food balanced on her hands.

She looked fantastic. She was wearing a shiny black leather miniskirt that clung tightly to the exquisite contours of her curvy ass. The straps of a black leather thong came up from underneath the skirt and curved over her hips. A studded leather belt hung loosely around the skirt. On her feet she was wearing knee-length leather boots with stiletto heels. Lea was also wearing a small leather jacket, cut high enough to expose her taut, tanned midriff, which was hanging open at the front. It revealed the tantalising hint of the delicious, gravity-defying contours of the inner swell of two golden-coloured breasts. Kamil saw that it was unbuttoned and hanging open, and on closer inspection – he could see that the sides of the jacket were being pushed outwards by the succulent and voluptuous curves of her heaving, well-shaped tits. The jacket simply could not contain them and was open top to bottom, her golden flesh revealed all the way from her collarbone, down to her cleavage, down to her stomach. Kamil felt his cock twitch in his trousers and the buckskin fabric heaved with a perceptible twitch.

‘Hi,’ he said finally, after he had stopped gawping at Lea.

‘Hi,’ said Lea. She looked neither pleased nor displeased to see him. Was Kamil still dreaming? Had he imagined yesterday? Or had she changed her perceptions of him and herself as he had feared. Was she being indifferent to him to save her feelings, or preserve her status, not giving him the satisfaction of even acknowledging that yesterday’s proceedings had actually taken place?

‘How are you doing?’ Kamil ventured.

‘Fine,’ Lea responded, more or less impassively, but Kamil thought that he could detect the faint note of impatience in her tone.

‘Good,’ said Lea, ‘listen, I…’

‘What?’ said Lea.

Kamil didn’t know what to say.

‘Can it wait?’ said Lea, ‘I’ve got to go and deliver the breakfast to the guests. It’ll get cold if I don’t go up immediately.’

‘Which guests?’

‘The newcomers from out of town. Kamil, we’ll talk later.’

With that, Lea set off up the stairs. Kamil gulped. Something dropped inside him. This wasn’t going well. He turned to go. Then, on the way across the floor, he had an idea. If he confronted Lea as she was serving breakfast to Kyla, the priestess would naturally assume that the two of them were still together! He could **** the issue a little, or at least make Lea admit that something had occurred between them.

It was a rash plan, but Kamil was doing his thinking with an organ which had grown considerably since yesterday. Quickly, he hurried up the stairs after Lea. At the top of the first floor her looked down the corridor and couldn’t see her, so he took a chance and bounded up the next stairway. Sure enough, there she was halfway down the hall, beautifully lit by the window at the far end of the passage. She was waiting at a door and Kamil was just about to show himself when the door opened and something happened which made him continue to hide himself around the corner.

The door opened inwardly and a cock came out. That is to say, nothing emerged from inside the room except for a humongous, obviously erect column of fuckmeat at full mast, protruding horizontally, from about groin level. It came out all the way, went parallel underneath the tray that Lea was holding, and the bulging, fist sized head just slipped underneath the hem of Lea’s minuscule skirt, lifting up the tiny flap. Kamil could see it pressing against Lea’s pussy lips.

‘Here’s you breakfast, sir,’ said Lea, not protesting one bit.

Next, a pair of huge arms extended from the doorway, took the tray and turned to pass it to someone inside the room. After this the whole figure emerged. It was a massive man, obviously some kind of warrior, hugely tall and incredibly muscled, with a ripped torso, huge pecs, and thick legs. The man dwarfed Lea, who was not small and wearing high-heeled boots into the bargain and folded her arms.

‘Is it customary to give a tip in these parts?’ said the man.

Lea looked a little nervous, ‘not to impose on you sir, but it is.’

Suddenly and without warning, the massive man moved closer to Lea, causing her to let out an excited moan as his fist-sized cockhead pushed down the front of her pussy, leaving her small thong soaked with his precum before finally leaving it behind and going on to be pushed out far behind her heart-shaped posterior as she was now essentially straddling the colossal pillar of fuckmeat and her tits were mashed against the man’s massive chest.

Grabbing hold of Lea’s arms as she moaned at how the forceful throbbing of his fuckpiece against her pussy sent shockwaves through her body and the same rhythmic pumping of it caused her firm asscheeks to ripple, the man quickly turned around and led her into the room, leaving behind nothing more than the sticky spot on the opposite door that had been the result of a powerful surge of precum from his cockend and Kamil, who recoiled from the sound of the door to the room being slammed shut behind Lea and the man.