Spillsby's condition improves

Spillsby’s smile widened, back to the point where a reasonable person might consider it to have reached idiot dimensions again. Perhaps, Cassandra reflected, having relinquished his gigantic load, he had attained a brief moment of clarity before his ballsack instantly started filling up again, as it now undoubtedly was with hot, thick spunk which she fancied she could almost see boiling up within his round, capacious ballsack, the elastic skin seemingly swilling with it.

Equally, Cassandra thought, Spillsby could have become so addled at the thought of attaining further penile gigantism that his mind had lapsed into further intimations of bliss of a more cerebral rather than sexual type, and he was now away with the fairies at the possibility, perhaps even reaching some other plane of appreciation removed from the realities of quotidian life.

Perhaps, though, he really was an idiot, the stacked, bra-busting templar reflected as she hefted up the sword that she had planted in the ground near where Spillsby was tethered. Perhaps Lorel’s concoction had corrupted and degraded his mental faculties beyond the point where he could perform higher cognitive processes.

At the production of her sword, Spillsby’s inhuman fucktool took an enormous, two-footed swaying pivot downwards between his legs, nearly reaching his ankles, before lurching back in a sweeping arch, trailing a thick, clear, viscous trail of silvery precum that whirled upwards with it as it surged backwards, the thick mast once again smacking hard into his naked chest, the round, fist-sized head once again clocking the man in the chin firmly.

‘Careful Spillsby, there’s only one of you!’ Faye called as she advanced upon him, massaging the thick, creamy splattering of the man’s spunk into a slick white lather as she caressed her gleaming monster tits, making the tight, bronzed flesh of young acolyte’s eye-popping assets glisten.

‘Yeah, you nearly had your eye out,’ Galiana said.

Perhaps he had smacked himself in the face too many times with his own junk, Cassandra reflected once more, making a clean slice of the not-too-firmly tied bonds that held the young man as an improvised piece of roadside signage. Maybe it had sent him gaga. There was drool from his lolling tongue mingling with the precum glazed on his own chin.

Instantly Spillsby proved that he was not so very far gone beyond the realm of the sensible as his hands shot out instinctively to Cassandra’s body, the drooling man sliding his fingers over the luscious curves of her hips before both hands found the smooth, round swell of her jutting, globular asscheeks, squeezing the tight, taught muscles of her curved bubble booty. As he occupied himself, his dick slowly peeled away from his chest and lowered downwards to protrude almost horizontally, the prodigious monster manhammer easing away from his torso with a slick sound, connected by filaments of cum to the sharply-defined though not too large muscles in his chest.

Cassandra giggled, her tongue darting out first to taste the precum from Spillsby’s chin, and then surging overwhelmingly between his lips and twisting around inside his mouth, fencing with his tongue. The action instantly caused Spillsby’s immense schlong, rigidly swaying up and down in its horizontal, two-foot tumescent projection away from his groin to discharge a fat rope of cum from his spent but still steel-hard cockend that sluiced gelatinously in an oozing rope from the tip of his dong onto the mossy ground at his feet. The whorish mega-jugged blonde Faye was onto it in a second, fastening her plump dicksuckers around the man’s colossal, throbbing, purple crown, her cheeks caving as she sucked the last of Spillsby’s spunk out of his ominously pulsing tubesteak, the thick, girthy trunk of incredibly lengthy prong inflating and deflating in heavy throbs as she suckled demonstratively on the end of the two foot fuck pipe.

When the kiss between them ended, and a rope of saliva was suspended between their lips, Cassandra glanced down.

‘Spillsby,’ she breathed, getting caught up once more in the dimensions of the young man’s vast, lengthy prong, not to mention way the tracework of busy, bulging veins stuck out on the surface of the huge member, ‘it’s like oiled steel…’

The young man’s astounding arm-thick length was gleaming in the sunlight as Galiana made her way next to where Faye was on her knees in front of him, the two blonde priestesses good-naturedly sparring for access to the bloated, glistening purple crown that tipped the hulking meatstick, a criss-crossed web of heavily-weighted laces of gently jiggling spunk developing between their fluttering tongues, plump lips, chins, and the head of the member they were slurping and sucking. Both of the blonde sluts were linked to each other and the monstercock by the glinting cords of cum that they were teasing from the pulsating spunk-cannon with their nimble tongues.

Tamara came over with a little more professional interest than the templar or other priestesses were showing the young man.

‘He’s cute,’ Cassandra pronounced as Galiana and Faye settled themselves onto all fours, the better to shake their asses behind them as they continued their spunk and saliva-smacking teamwork on Spillsby’s gargantuan member, Faye even able to get her curved glutes to jiggle independently within the confines of the shiny skintight suit she wore, the meat of her massive globular buttocks swaying behind her as she twerked.

Spillsby smiled again.

‘He’s not all there,’ Tamara said cursorily, looking closely at Spillsby’s vacant seeming eyes.

‘Like I said, in love,’ Faye put in between sliding her plump lips down the vein-knotted surface of the side of Spillsby’s monstrous flesh pole.

‘Shut up,’ Cassandra said again, although not taking her eyes from Spillsby, her hand going lower and beginning to fondle the young man’s awesome-sized nuts, moving from monster teste to monster teste with her groping fingers, barely able to encircle the globes.

Tamara was sliding her hand around Spillsby’s torso with a more than clinical edge to the movement.

‘Interesting…’ the brunette hardbody said.

‘What’s that?’ said Cassandra, as Spillsby merely smiled, seemingly light headed at the erotic attention that was being lavished on him.

‘Have you lost a little weight recently, Spillsby?’ Tamara asked.

Spillsby blinked, ‘Aye, a little… not thought much on it, miss.’

‘I expect not,’ Tamara said, glancing at the way that the massive shaft heaved up and down even as Faye struggled to keep the cockhead enveloped between her ripe, thick, moist pink lips, the monstrous length now again hugely and threateningly tumescent, veins sticking out on the surface as the surrounding sluts teased Spillsby, ‘much more important things happening down there, right?’

Tamara moved her hand further down, clasping the thick root of the monster-sized man hammer. Girthsome and thickly clustered with bulging brawn and throbbing, finger-thick veins, Tamara’s petite fingers didn’t come close to meeting around the circumference of the heavy organ. She gripped it with both hands, gliding up and down over the ridiculously oversized, twenty-four inch member, and gave it a quick, expert little twist with her top hand as it reached the cow’s heart shaped-and-sized head on each upstroke, even with this giant cockend currently bulging out both sides of Faye’s cheeks, making the youngest but heaviest-titted of the Girvyn-worshipping sluts’ jaw protrude and her face lengthen in the attempt to accommodate it. Tamara leaned over to drip a glob of spit onto the monster meatpole, which she continued to vigorously rub along Spillsby’s monstercock.

Suddenly, Tamara pulled Faye’s head off Spillsby’s dick. It sprang up and smacked Spillsby in the chin, once again.

‘Lorel first, monstercock after,’ Tamara said to Kyla, ‘I think it’ll be worth it.’

Tamara turned her gaze towards Spillsby, who was evidently reaching the point once again of being not quite with it. Tamara gripped his vast, vascular, upwards-pointing monstercock just beneath the giant, heart-shaped head, and firmly twisted her grip on the glans, sliding her fingers in a luxuriant swirl around the firm cords of sinew, turgid, bloated tissue, and hulking muscles of the beastcock, before leaning slightly forwards and planting a sloppy, tongue-lashing smacking open-mouthed kiss on the glistening purple crown.

‘Spillsby,’ she announced, ‘you’re a genius!’

It was not the word that she would have used, Cassandra reflected.

With that, Tamara went back, a skip in her step, to the wagon.

‘Onwards to Lorel!’ she called, ‘Spillsby will point us the way! Lorel first, monstercock after!’

The others watched Tamara’s bronzed bubble booty disappear into the wagon, whipping the canvas flaps closed behind her, as Dareios and Damon, still standing on the front of it, regarded the huge titted slut, nonplussed.

‘’Tis not far,’ Spillsby volunteered, the young man evidently having something of a countryside accent.

After Galiana and Faye had regretfully extricated themselves from their proximity to the two-foot behemoth penis that Spillsby was sporting, the massive vascular fuckstaff sticking out in front of him which Cassandra was holding possessively onto, the troupe set off again. The wagon rolled forwards at walking pace.

‘They’re going to have to surgically remove me from your fucking meatstick Spillsby,’ Cassandra said, the stacked warrioresses’ massive protruding rack sticking out far in front of her, the slim links of the chainmail bikini stretched out horizontally in the air over her breastbone, the brunette skilfully twisting her hand round the horsehung young man’s glans as they walked, keeping him on the edge so that splotches of precum littered the ground in their wake.

The journey was intermittently punctuated by the clank of glass vials, the occasional fizz of combustible liquids, and arcane incantations from inside the wagon.

Cassandra still hadn’t ascertained whether Spillsby was blissed out on some enhancement potion or overwhelmed with female attention. During a fascinating and incredibly enlightening conversation with the young man enroute, which took in a wide variety of topics and during which Spillsby dazzled her with a stunning array of conversational gambits and sublimely enjoyable anecdotes, she had managed to glean that he was an apprentice blacksmith, and that he had become involved with Lorel when he was shoeing horses at the temple stable. There was little more that she could ascertain, perhaps a combination of the thickness of Spillsby’s accent and his less than razor-sharp mental state.

‘… then us two go out wi’ miss Lorel an’ other two an’ then before we know if we’re in t’woods…’

Nodding, Cassandra cut in:

‘I’m going to suck your testicles out through your cock, Spillsby. I’m going to slurp your sperm-tanks out of your fucking nutsack and all the way up your monster fucktube. That’s how hard I’m going to slurp on your gorgeous, massive bell end.’

‘Ont after that we’re into t’mire…’

Smiling, showing perfect white teeth, Cassandra continued.

‘I want you to bang my tight pussy till you-‘

What cut Cassandra off from her improvised but heartfelt anthropological monologue, was the appearance of the mouth of a cave set in a rocky crag a few hundred feet off the path.

‘Ont after hills we’re onto cave,’ said Spillsby, before adding definitively, ‘yonder cave.’ There was no need for him to point. His giant fuckstick shot a thick, heavy jet of precum that arced into the air in its direction.

Cassandra tipped her head back to the wagon. Both Faye and Galiana were sucking Damon and Dareios’ dicks, hardly caring for directing the horses, let alone keeping their eyes peeled for apparent caves.

Cassandra cleared her throat.

‘Yonder cave, our horsedicked friend is telling us, sluts and studs!’

Between the pair of blonde sluts fellating the monster schlongs of the two immense and naked warriors, Tamara stuck her head back through the canvas flaps of the interior of the wagon.

‘I’m ready!’ the boobed brunette slut announced.

Neither Damon nor Dareios were prepared to pull their dicks from the pair of blonde monster-melon sorting whore priestesses any more than Faye and Galiana were prepared to relinquish the monster throbbing lengths, though they did crane their eyes from where the vein-popping fuck-truncheons were tenting out their cheeks over to where Tamara jumped down daintily onto the track, a flask in her hand.

‘Long story short friends,’ Tamara said briskly, moving closer to Spillsby, ‘our inarticulate friend here is, despite the deficiencies of my measuring stick, a confirmed two-footer. Yeah, look at that log of gorgeous glistening muscly meat…’

Lost in the moment, Tamara, lips parted, suddenly snapped back to sensibility.

‘Now what Lorel was very good at was encouraging size, and growth. But permanence was always a problem with her. And that might be one reason why she got mixed up with so many men and ended up disobeying the charter of the temple. Trying extra hard to keep tabs on them. But the growth has to come from somewhere.’

With this, Tamara moved her mouth closer to Spillsby, close and seductively so that the young man responded and opened his lips as well. Smartly, Tamara slid the flask into his mouth and poured a nip of the concoction in. Slack jawed, Spillsby instinctively swallowed.

‘Lorel is redistributing. That’s what her growth potions do. They take from the body and mind to fuel the cock. That’s what that growth is! Transmuted tissue and essence! But while you end up with pure, one-hundred percent two-foot monster shafts, the… ah – rest of the individual is, how can we put it…? Left a little disadvantaged.’

At this the other noticed that Spillsby was blinking and apparently becoming more alert.

‘Which is why, I suspect, our new friend looks a little green around the gills and isn’t exactly thrilling us with his conversation. Lorel’s growth potions leach from the body and mind. It’s not malicious, it’s just not a perfect serum.’

The mist was clearing from Spillsby’s eyes. His jaw tightened. His lax posture corrected.

‘Now my potions. They’ll get you growth, sure. But not Spillsby huge.’ She indicated Damon and Dareios, both of whom now had become interested enough to be standing behind Faye and Galiana on the front of the wagon, both of their schlongs resting on the top of the boobed bombshells’ heads, the giant prongs sticking out over their foreheads and protruding in the air. ‘But what you get with me is stability. Which is the reason that the both of you fucking studs picked up a couple of inches to drive you past the ruler, but our horsedicked friend here has you beat.’

Tamara turned to them and smiled wickedly, ‘it’s also why you still have your magnificent muscular, pussy-soakingly hot physiques, but Spillsby who is apparently a blacksmith, appeared to have rather underdeveloped muscle tone.’

As Tamara spoke, the assembled group now regarding Spillsby saw a series of rapid and unmistakable changed blossom on the young man’s body, with muscles beginning to bulge, ripen, gather, branch and reform. Sinews tautened on Spillsby’s frame. Cassandra looked closely for effects on Spillsby’s gigantic cock. There were none. It stayed magnificently erect, glistening, throbbing, gently waving up and down as the rest of his body recombined and reconstituted itself to its previous dimensions.

Standing next to Cassandra, within the period of about two minutes, was a tall, well-developed, muscular young man. With a drooling two-foot penis.

‘Tamara,’ Spillsby said. The accent was still there, but something about the way the word was pronounced was markedly different. ‘I don’t know how to thank you…’ Spillsby was carrying himself with a renewed confidence and vigour. Not only did he look different, he spoke differently too.

Tamara smiled deliciously and moved slightly closer to Spillsby, deliberately closing the gap between them so that the smooth, monster-sized crown of his huge glistening fuck club pressed against the flimsy, thin black material of her g-string panties, the tip of the gargantuan organ splitting her pussy.

‘I’m sure I can think of something,’ Tamara said.

‘’Tis strange,’ Spillsby continued, no longer drooling but gazing clearly at the busty priestess minx in front of him, his monstercock gushing treacly precum all over her skimpy panties so that her delicate, fleshy pussy lips could be seen through the soaked material, ‘what potions I took from Lorel I did so willingly, and with a thirst for more, but plead as I might she wouldn’t allow another drop to pass my lips, and said I must spend time outside the cave awhile before she could brew a different batch.’

‘Yes,’ said Tamara, ‘I think Lorel might have bitten off more than she could chew. Likely she was protecting you. I imagine she was delighted with the success, but then quickly realised that the growth was debilitating to the rest of you. With no remedy for that, and with you wanting more, she must have wanted you to have some time to dry off to give her some time to think.’

‘Or for us to show up,’ Cassandra said.

‘Precisely.’

Dareios hopped off the wagon, and addressed Tamara, ‘are you saying that Lorel’s potion, mixed with your potions, could make us bigger still? And with no ill effects?’

Tamara smiled again, ‘Dareios, I can practically guarantee it.’

She then addressed the blacksmith, pouted, and stroked his cock that was pressing against her pussy with a two-handed grip. Precum was coursing down between her legs from the weeping cumslit.

‘How about a triumphal return, Spillsby, now you’re feeling better?’ Tamara said, ‘do you agree with me that Lorel deserves a taste of her own medicine?’