Side-effects

It wasn’t without a substantial portion of disappointment occupying his mind that Hudds offered his dick to Riolta.

Staring at the heavy pole of rock-hard, vein-corded fuckmeat for a few seconds and licking her cum-covered lips as she watched a drop of cum dangle from the tip of the huge tool, Riolta then reached all the long way along the length of the cock till its base, and put her fingers on the glimmering ring, which had expanded in width in line with Hudds’ dick.

With one hand placed under Hudds’ cockhead, Riolta used the other one, her left, to gently slide the ring over the thick trunk, causing Hudds to moan in response to each inch of glistening meat that she passed it along.

Eventually, with the ring placed just behind Hudds’ cockhead, Riolta moved back to her position of kneeling before the thin watchman, holding both hands on the ring as she leaned forwards to lick up the rope of cum dangling freely from his cumhole, savouring what she expected to be the last offering of the creamy fluid which she would be presented with for the evening.

It was with a deep sigh and a mouth full of cum that Riolta slipped the cock-ring over Hudds cockhead.

Hudds looked down at his cock as it began to shrink, its head retracting back from Riolta’s expert mouth and the sides of it closing.

Then, to the surprise of both of them, the shrinking seized.

Hudds thought that it must be normal, never having gone through something like that before, but Riolta cocked an eyebrow as soon as she noted that the dick was left at almost fourteen inches long and a lot thicker than it had been before its enchanted growth.

“Is this normal?” Hudds finally asked, having cleared his throat after ten seconds of silence and no more shrinking of his member.

“No,” Riolta finally admitted, “I’ve never had it happen before.”

“What does that mean?” Hudds followed up, nervously.

“That you might do well buying bigger pants,” Riolta shot Hudds a naughty smile, chasing away some of his nervousness, “and that you’ll be the cock of the walk, as far as the ladies and harlots are concerned.”

“What… it’s permanent?”

“Might well be.” Riolta shook her shoulders, an act which caused dollops of Hudds’ jizz to rain from her body.
Hudds’ balls, she noted, had retained their increased size, and pre-cum had once more begun to ooze out of his cumhole.

“I’ve no idea,” Riolta admitted, “like I said, I’ve never had this happen before. I have no idea why it happened and how long it’ll last, so I guess that you should make the most of it.”

A grin now began to form on Hudds’ lips as he considered the long-term effects of his accidental metamorphous, thinking of what he could do with it, and how to do it to. Hells, he could even resign from the guard and make a living sliding his cock into horny, voluptuous noblewomen and merchant-princesses if he wanted to.

These ponderings caused Hudds’ prick to increase somewhat both in length and girth, and a thick gush of glistening pre-cum suddenly shot out to hit Riolta straight on the chin, nearly sending her onto her well-fucked ass.

“Before you get to carried away,” Riolta said, wiping the pre-cum from her jizz-coated chin, “you might consider how you’re going to repay me.”

“Repay you?” Hudds wondered.

“Well, I’m the reason for your cock having grown all massive, and there’s a pretty big chance that this ring has stopped working all together.”

“Care to find out?” Hudds asked, gesturing at his penis as if volunteering it for duty.

“No,” Riolta giggled, “someone else will have to do that. And besides, we both need our beauty sleep.”