7 comments/ 44557 views/ 13 favorites The Witch's Gift Ch. 01 By: femmevivante Adam strolled quickly up the dark avenue, past the slumbering outlines of other campers and vans, the polished toes of his loafers glinting in the light of a distant streetlamp. Under his breath, he counted the vehicles he passed, his sleek head turning sharply at the slightest sound. He reached the end of the row and his steps faltered. Peering out into the darkness beyond, he could just make out the faint, blue aura of a neon light and, looking back longingly at the paved campground, stepped off into the bushes in search of the distant glow. It was a small caravan, like those of gypsies in old fairytale books. Adam guessed he shouldn't have been surprised at the fantastical appearance of the wooden trailer, only he had never seen anything like the detailed silver flowers and creatures etched over the surface of the woodwork before. Smoothing back his hair subconsciously, the man knocked quietly on the red door. "Come in," purred a velvety voice. Adam held his head up higher and turned the brass knob. The room was dim and draped with velvety curtains, but otherwise had the interior of the average camper, equipped with a small table, a sink and stovetop, a door leading to a bathroom, and a bed tucked away on a risen platform. At the table sat a young woman with brown curls who was staring at him, unmoving. Adam jumped sharply as his brain registered her presence, but masked his shock with what he clearly thought to be a smooth nod. The woman chuckled. Now that he was here, his nerves were starting to twitch and his face felt hot. He inserted a finger into his damp collar and cleared his throat. "I, uh...I was the one who called. I called about my uh...a problem." "You're Adam," said the woman, leaning into the light streaming from the hanging lamp above the table and he saw clearly that she had a sweet, kind face and a smudge of shadow rested above her small, pert breasts. "Yes," he said, the air escaping his lungs in a sharp puff of relief. Some of his awkwardness dissolved and he smoothed his hair out of his face and managed a smile. The woman motioned for him to sit on the booth seat opposite her. He stepped smoothly over and sat. The velvet of the fabric draped over the bench felt soft and cool against his trousers and back. "Your name was?" asked Adam, injecting a note of cynicism into his voice, hoping to make it clear that he was no fool where business transactions were concerned and that he expected some kind of references from this supposed professional. For the first time, the woman's gaze turned sharp and Adam knew he was being sized up. He had seen that keen glare on the faces of the men who came to his office; old men, grizzled and accustomed to the shark tank who shouted questions and distrusted the notion that a Facebook page would do anything for their business. The woman moistened her coral lips with her tongue and replied, "You may call me Miss." Adam shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, but said nothing. He supposed dealings such as these did not follow normal business protocol. "Now," said Miss briskly, the air quivering with a kind of energy with every word, "You're here about your penis if I remember correctly." Adam breathed sharply, staring into Miss's fawn-brown eyes and feeling a hot prickle crawl over his lower back as he broke out in a sweat. He wasn't going to let her see him falter, though. "That's right," he supplied as quickly as possible, giving her the steely look he reserved for his toughest clients. She laughed and a feeling of ease stole over him. She smiled warmly and he couldn't help but crack a slight grin. "Adam," she said, clearly amused, "I deal with men just like you all of the time, please do not feel uncomfortable in the slightest talking about your genitals. I assure you I will treat your case with confidentiality and professionalism." She tilted her head slyly, adding, "Of course my business is unlike your average clinic or medical practice in many ways, but do not doubt that your secret is safe with me." Adam swallowed and nodded, settling a little more comfortably into the bench seat. "So," she said, leaning away from the light, "why are you here?" Adam spoke carefully, trying to match her cool demeanor and make himself relax. "Well, my partners...the women I'm with, I mean...they don't like it, they say it's too small." The woman nodded, unfazed. "So you would like an enlargement charm?" Adam nodded, then, feeling this was too noncommittal, added, "That's right." "Well!" Miss said, clapping her hands and making him jump slightly, "Let's see it, then! Chop, chop! Stand up, there you go." She motioned for him to stand and then snapped her fingers, "Off with your trousers, Adam. I need to see what we're dealing with." When it came right down to it, he didn't feel as nervous with his cock hanging out as he'd thought. There was the usual anxiety about what she would think, since she was a beautiful woman, but something about her matter-of-fact attitude made him a lot less self-conscious. A cool breeze brushed his flaccid dick where it hung, about three inches long, above his shaved balls. "Hmm," said Miss appreciatively, eyeing his pink flesh. "It is a bit small, isn't it?" she asked, musing, "but do you know, Adam, I have seen much smaller. And I've sent them away with twelve- and thirteen-inch cocks, but you're all perfectly normal." She sighed, as thought the state of male self-esteem troubled her. He was a bit shocked at her colloquial speech, but took it in stride; her eyes resting on his cock and the dip of her v-neckline was causing little thrills to run over the sensitive head of his dick. "So, do you really want a larger penis, Adam?" Miss asked, turning her eyes up to meet his. They were large and almost feline- very pretty and welcoming. He felt dangerously on the verge of beginning to inflate. Although, he thought wryly, this sexy woman seemed to be eyeing his package rather a lot more than was necessary. He was beginning to feel more self-confident and a sweet smell of honeysuckle was pervading his thoughts and dulling the sharp edges of his stress. "Down to business," she said, turning away for a moment to grab a paper on the countertop. As she turned, he saw the round curves of her ass pressing against her lavender dress and his cock started to feel more plump and taut. She came back to the table and sat. Adam hesitated, then bent to pull up his slacks. "No," she said without looking at him, "You stay there." "Sorry," he said, embarrassed. "Miss," she said, meeting his gaze. "Sorry, Miss," he said, smoothing his hair back and darting glances at her neckline which had somehow slipped and revealed a pale crescent of her breast. Miss spread out the document and looked up, businesslike. "What kind of cock do you want, Adam? How long?" She leaned over the paper, a pen ready at hand. He noticed her right breast pressed against her arm and swelled over the neckline of her top. "Uh...10 inches," he said, imagining the pornstar whose penis he had always envied. "Thickness?" "uhm..." "Just hold up your hand in a circle and I can get it." He made a ring with his hand and she muttered, "7 1/2 inches. Well, we're not messing around here, are we, Adam? Circumsized?" He answered a dozen more questions about color, weight and ejaculation capabilities before Miss looked up again. "Now, Adam, the payment?" "I brought the $6,000," said Adam hurriedly, reaching into his jacket pocket where it hung beside his bare hip. He pulled out a thick envelope and passed it into her hand. She looked inside, then set it down on the bench beside her, out of sight. "Now, we're ready to begin." She stood and fixed her gaze on Adam. "Are you ready?" He nodded, swallowing. He was excited to impress the women at the office, to never feel anxiety as he unbuttoned before a woman's expectant gaze again. "Yes, I'm ready." "Good,", she said, and knelt before him. In one, swift movement, she was grasping his cock in her soft hands and stroking, chanting softly in a language that he had never heard before. The lights flickered and he felt a red current of electricity power up his spine from the tip of his dick. The skin of his penis began to stretch and he shouted involuntarily, reaching down to push the woman away in shock. His hands didn't move. In fact, his whole body was frozen, except for his now swelling, blistering cock. He peered down and saw Miss's hands were still stroking, but the shaft was starting to lengthen, to thicken. It felt like something was rushing back and forth, up and down his limp shaft, something that burned icy-hot. He felt tears pour down his face as sobs wracked his torso. He didn't want a bigger penis, he'd be happy with the one he'd been born with. Just let it stop, he pleaded in his mind. He pleaded out loud with Miss, promising impossible things, more money, a house, his car. When he looked down again, Miss's hands were barely grasping a massive, meaty cock that was glistening with new, pink skin and throbbing with what he imagined must have been a pint of his blood. He felt a weight begin to pull at his hips and the painful, rushing feeling began to recede. Instead, the aching frustration of a throbbing erection made itself known and he felt his new, meaty cock drop between his legs as his body broke free from the spell and collapsed. The Witch's Gift Ch. 02 Hi all! I really appreciated the feedback from the votes and comments on The Witch's Gift Ch 1. The feedback was very helpful and I made sure to address all questions and concerns in Ch 2. Stay tuned for more adventures with Miss and Adam! -FemmeVivante * * * Adam woke to the gentle ministrations of a cool cloth on his forehead and a powerful heat emanating from his thighs. His eyes flew open with a gasp and he jerked away from the hand smoothing over his forehead. The witch who had introduced herself as 'Miss' was smiling down at him. Her canines were more defined from this angle and a mischievous glint sparkled in her fawn-colored eyes. "How are you feeling, Adam?" She withdrew the cloth from his head and he saw that she was kneeling beside him on the floor of her caravan. A swathe of starred fabric hung over her head. "I'm..." he tried to clear his head, to remember what had happened before he had ended up on the floor. She had completed the spell, then he had fallen, dizzy to the floor after seeing... his cock twitched in his lap and he sat up instantly to get a look at his new manhood. "Holy Fuck," he said, torn between shock and excitement. His penis was still hard as stone and rested limply on his stomach. But where his erection used to stand proud at 4 1/4 inches, he now sported a cock worthy of a horse or gorilla or.....a whale? A short laugh of disbelief and hilarity brought on by lack of blood to the brain burst from him. He stared, transfixed at the cock he had requested, 10 inches long with a circumference that he wouldn't be able to enclose in one of his own hands. "Well?" asked Miss, interrupting his thoughts and bringing him back to reality. He met her gaze and saw that a pink flush had started to crawl up her neck and down into the small dip of her modest cleavage. "It's uh...fuck, it's HUGE," he gasped. "I didn't...I didn't realize it would look like that!" He couldn't keep his eyes off it, even with Miss' face so close to his. The pink head was smaller than the shaft, which bulged out slightly in the middle. A thick blue vein ran under his skin and he found himself reaching out and gripping the shaft of his new cock without embarrassment , compelled to grip it in his hand. He hissed through his teeth as his palm made contact with the soft skin which had just grown during Miss' spell. The velvety flesh was more sensitive than he thought possible and a shock of dizziness threatened to overwhelm him again. He must have swayed where he sat, because Miss put out an arm to steady his shoulders. He felt her pert, tight breasts press into his shoulder and his cock throbbed in his hand. He breathed in sharply again. "It's more sensitive, isn't it?" she asked quietly, looking at his cock. Adam followed her gaze and found it extremely exciting to have her looking at it. Her eyes were slightly wide and thoughtful as she looked at it and he imagined the women at his office who had spurned him, how they would stare at it now, how they would want him to fuck them... He reached out with his other hand and began to gently explore the surface of his cock, feeling unfamiliar ridges and veins under the skin. Halfway down, he thought he felt a slight bump where the head of his cock used to be. Miss shifted beside him and he looked up to see her eyes fixed on his hands moving up and down his cock, her brown curls framing her face. She seemed to feel him looking at her because she turned and leaned into him lowering her voice to a throaty whisper. "Do you know why I help men like you with these problems, Adam?" He shook his head, still slowly jerking his cock. There seemed to be no room for thought as his cock was full of more blood than had ever filled it before. The honeysuckle scent of the room seemed to be adding to his sense of peaceful delirium. "Because, " she crooned, smiling now, "because I just love big cocks, Adam." Adam's eyes widened and he started moving his hands a little faster as he watched her feminine lips, eagerly anticipating her speech. He was finding it hard to jerk off, even with both hands, and a slight frustration began to tighten in his belly. Miss looked sharply at his cock as his happened and it was like she knew his frustration as she asked, "It's bigger than you thought it would be, isn't it?" Adam nodded, unwilling to pause as he tried to cover more surface area and relieve the growing ache in his balls and abdomen. "That happens with a lot of my customers," she said, looking back at him. "They see pornstars who have gone through surgery and sacrificed their sexual enjoyment to achieve a greater size. They have freakishly large cocks that can barely fit in any woman's mouth, pussy or ass." This stopped Adam from his jerking movements as he looked down at the monster cock in his hand, terror flooding him. Was he a freak now? He sized his cock up with his eyes and he tried to imagine himself fitting it into his ex-girlfriend's pussy. It never would have fit. He turned to Miss, an edge of panic in his voice, "Is it too big? Will it be stuck like this forever? Please, can't you do something? Will I be able to fuck anyone with this?" He sat up now without her support and turned to face her, his trouser legs still bunched around his ankles and loafers. Miss laughed a tinkling laugh that sounded like falling water. Without any warning, she leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth, her small tongue working against the tip of his own, her hand reaching down and grasping the soft head of his cock. Adam convulsed at her touch, yellow shocks of light bursting behind his closed eyes. Her hand was tiny around his fat dick, but she manipulated it expertly as she sucked his tongue and began to roughly jerk his cock. All he could do was lean limply against her shoulder, his mind submerged under a heavy fog of pleasure. He gasped as she gripped his balls and let them fall so that they slapped heavily onto his thighs, feeling more like ripe oranges than the walnut-sized testicles he had had since his teenage years. Miss slid her hand up his shaft, caressing the new skin before breaking her lips away to hiss, "There's only one way to find out if your cock will fit in a woman's pussy, Adam." She let him go and he fell back onto the floor as she stood and lifted the hem of her lavender dress. He scrambled up into a semi-reclined position as she knelt over his prone form and spat thickly into her delicate hand. She slathered her saliva over his cock, making him shudder uncontrollably, then straddled him, positioning her coral pussy lips over the head of his cock. Adam felt an enormous, dopey grin stretch his face as she rubbed her soft lips over his sensitive head. He definitely thought that the honeysuckle vapor in the room was messing with his head, but he couldn't even muster a thought beyond the woman slowly gyrating her hips over him. His excitement started to increase and Adam bit his lip as Miss' slickness started to run down his shaft in slow, tingling drops. It felt like her pussy lips were softly kissing his head and he groaned at the tantalizing, wet strokes. "Please," he breathed. "Please, it hurts," he said, gritting his teeth as his balls and stomach began to ache more intensely. He needed release. Adam looked at Miss' face and was surprised to see her expression had completely changed. Her sweet face was slack and her doe eyes had a dull, animal vacancy. Her eyes locked on his and she began to descend, the soft folds of her pussy swallowing him whole. He thought she must have taken a lot of huge cocks before as she slid over him, her lips widening around him as she sank without pausing, fluidly sliding down his meaty, monster cock. She shuddered and grinned, her eyes closing and her head lolling back as she slowly took inch after inch. Adam was in heaven, the frustration starting to ease as he felt himself enveloped in sweet slickness. Miss stopped halfway down the shaft, then pushed with a soft, mousy squeak as she took two more inches and filled herself entirely. Adam felt himself bottom out, gripped by the soft channel of her pussy. Three or four inches of his shaft were still visible and her lips were lewdly stretched out around his shaft which looked like a fence post wedged between her thighs. "You ready?" she asked suddenly and without waiting for an answer, she began to raise herself and then drop, slowly fucking herself on his new manhood. Adam laid back on the floor. It was impossible to move. It was impossible to think. His hands reached down and caressed her silky hips. As she leaned forward, he cupped her tits through the cool fabric of her dress which was slowly moistening with sweat. He glanced up to see that her brown curls were sticking to her dewy forehead as she bounced halfway down his cock and then back up to the tip. "Are you satisfied, Adam?" she asked as he felt his impending ejaculation mounting. "Do you like your new cock?" She shuddered gleefully as she took him deep again and squeezed his shaft with her skilled muscles. Adam opened his mouth to answer, but as he thought about it, he felt the last four inches of his cock begin to itch. It felt like they were burning and he knew that the only thing that could quench the intolerable burning, prickling sensation would be to feel Miss' tight pussy around his whole length. "Miss," he said, gritting his teeth. "Please, please fuck my whole cock." Miss smiled and spoke without pausing in her fucking. "Oh, but Adam, I thought you wanted a cock that would split a woman in half?" Adam sat up quickly and grabbed her hips, bringing her chest against his face and pushing himself as hard as he could, trying to relieve the agonizing sensations crawling over the exposed skin of his cock. Rather than crying out with pain, Miss laughed. He pumped manically as the itching, tickling sensation began to torment him. He even tried gripping his cock underneath her pussy and jerking it with his hand, but that only enflamed the skin more. "Plleeeeeaaasseee!!!!" he practically screamed as he tried to push further, but even her well-practiced pussy wouldn't yield. "Maybe you should have thought about the women's enjoyment, Adam," said Miss, still grinning and seemingly enjoying his cock as she ground herself into it. "Would you like to make your cock smaller, let's say eight inches?" "Yes!" he groaned, tears now sparkling in his eyes as he futilely jerked in and out of her stretched-wide pussy. "And a girth that feels...pleasantly overwhelming, but not painful, I think?" added Miss, a wicked grin spreading across her face as Adam fucked her mercilessly. "Anything! Please, make it stop!" He would have stopped fucking her if he could, if he could have endured even a moment without trying to fill her and stop the blistering feeling around his flesh. He wasn't allowing her to rise now, only pulling frantically upon her hips, trying to force her to lower onto him completely. Miss seemed to be in no rush. She actually sighed as she watched him struggling. "I can do this for you, Adam, but you must pay me of course. What are you willing to pay me?" He felt like a vein was going to pop in his forehead and sweat coursed down his back; his shirt and jacket were soaked. "Anything!" he cried. "Done," she said sweetly and suddenly he was inside her, his fevered thrusting pushing him into her sweet, satisfying pussy. Cool ripples of relief coursed over his cock and he buried his face in her pert breasts, moaning in ecstasy as pleasure coursed through his veins. Miss gasped and bounced again as he thrust into her to the hilt, her lavender dress catching on his stubbled cheek. In moments, he was at the brink. "I'm gonna cum," he wailed and Miss whispered, "Me too." He felt his balls tighten and he pushed himself violently over the edge into her spasming pussy, shouting incoherently. Miss was cooing in his ear, lowering her lips to kiss him, her mouth cool against his own, fevered lips. They collapsed, Miss falling on top of him, his cock slipping from her to slap wetly onto his thigh. It felt smaller than before, but still had an unfamiliar weight against his skin. Miss lay on top of him and he found himself rubbing the soft fabric over her back, his brain floating in a soup of honeysuckle vapor and the tingling ripples of the most intense orgasm of his life. After a while, Miss shifted, kissing his cheek and peering down into his face. "That's what it's like to be fucked by a witch." The Witch's Gift Ch. 03 Adam was pounding the new secretary, Mindy, a smug smirk etched into the corners of his mouth. The last three weeks had been like a scene out of someone else's life. After jerking off at home for two days straight, he went back to work, feeling cockier than he ever had before. He chuckled to himself at his own little joke as he stepped out of the elevator and into the office. "Morning," he said to the women standing by the water tank, their legs bound in tightly-fitted pencil skirts. His penis, now so sensitive, throbbed deliciously and pressed against the fabric of his slacks. He could have sworn he felt glances being thrown his way as he strode towards his office, nodding hello to the various employees he passed. He was soon to learn that these weren't just manifestations of his own, inflated ego. Turning the pages of the dossier on his desk, he heard a feminine cough by the doorway. "Hello, sir," It was Blanche, the human resources representative. Her hair was slightly dissheveled and it looked as though her cheeks were slightly flushed. Adam was reminded of how she had turned him down for a date about six months back every time he saw her amazing tits stretching the fabric of her shirt. He thought that it might have been the rumors the other women had passed aorund- about his small, unsatisfying dick that had turned her off at the time. The thought usually rankled, but his time, he got a savage pleasure imagining how she would regret that decision if there was ever an opportunity to show off his new package. "Come in, Blanche," he beamed, "what can I do you for?" "Well, I..." Was it just him or did she not look at all well? She seemed confused and kept staring at him, her shirt looking more damp by the minute. "Do you need to go home?" he asked, frowning at her flushed complexion. He was irritated now, especially since his erection was only growing as her nipples became more visible through the damp fabric of her blouse. "No," she said suddenly, "I just...do you remember how you asked me out a while back?" Adam shifted awkwardly and nodded. "Well I...are you free for lunch?" Surprised, Adam cleared his throat and looked down at his calendar, trying not to look too smug. He remembered the witch, Miss, she had called herself, who had altered his penis for him; the hunger in her eyes as she looked at his naked genitals. What if... he shook the thought from his head. "I'm sure I could squeeze you in," he smiled. "You look hungry, why don't I make this last call and we can go get something to eat as soon as I'm done?" Blanche nodded and closed the door behind her with a dreamy look in her eyes. Half an hour later, Adam was making his usual excuse; "So sorry, I just realized I left my wallet at my apartment, do you mind...?" She complimented the décor, accepted a glass of water. She took off her jacket and he could see the full gloriousness of her rack up close. Her breasts weren't monstrously large, but they were so round and perky that he fairly drooled at the sight of them. "I was disappointed that we never went out..." he said, feigning shyness, his back turned to her as he washed her glass at the sink. "I've always thought you were...very attractive." He turned around to find Blanche staring at him in the same, dazed way. He walked slowly towards her and pressed his lips into hers. In a blur, she had pulled off her shirt and pulled him onto the couch. Unzipping his pants, she gasped and stared at his semi-erect cock. "Fuck," she whispered, before choking herself trying to engulf the meaty shaft in her mouth. He came- twice- first in her mouth, then deep inside her spasming snatch. In the final moments, she seemed to eke out a small orgasm, her fingers moving madly, but he wouldn't have cared either way. Now she knew he was packing a serious dick. A dick she seemed magnetically attracted to. The great thing about Blanche was that she was a gossip. He couldn't have planned the whole thing better himself as employee after employee made an excuse to meet up with him for lunch or dinner. Karen, a notorious nymphomaniac, found her way into his office so many times that he began fitting her in during coffee breaks, finally porking her as she bent over the copier, leaving her dripping and hungry for more. And now, here he was banging Mindy. A petite redhead, she had to be 22 years old and this was her first 'real' job out of college. His dick seemed to have the same magnetic power where she was concerned as well and he had enjoyed toying with her lack of experience on the way to lunch, flirting, then insulting her in turn. The rest of the office was closed and he had kept her late, filing papers; how was she to know none of the other employees ever had to stay this late? Karen had shot her an ugly look on the way out of the door, understanding Adam's less-than-honorable intent, but the girl seemed sweetly unaware. And here she was, mewling as her pussy stretched around his fat cock. He pushed harder, uncaring as she whimpered with pain, enjoying the powerful feeling of the muscle between his legs, the sensitivity of the head buried deep inside her. He started to feel ready to cum and he gritted his teeth- not again! He didn't want to admit it to himself, but the more he used this new cock, the faster and faster he was cumming. Only this morning, he had jerked off in ten seconds. He was still ejaculating a prodigious amount of semen from his orange-sized balls, but he was certainly not lasting long enough to satisfy the women he was fucking...well, except maybe Karen. This had been fine at first, since all of these were mostly cases of revenge-fucking; showing off his new tool to the women who had spurned him. Who cared if those bitches were satisfied? Especially when orgasm denial only seemed to make them want him more. But he was starting to fear that he was going to get a new reputation: one for having no stamina whatsoever. Mindy whined under him, her fingers working furiously at her clit and he felt a burst of frustration as his orgasm began to wash over him. Whatever, she wouldn't know the difference. Her college boyfriends probably couldn't last any longer than this anyhow. He came hard, ramming the thick tip of his cock into her cervix and thrilling at the sharp yelps it elicited from her. He withdrew and turned away. "Better clean yourself up before you go home," he said, unkindly, admiring the fatness of his softening meat before zipping up and turning around. He gasped. "Y-you." It was the witch, pulling off a red wig and fake eyelashes. He didn't know how he didn't recognize her before, but then she did possess strange powers... "I..did we just?" He laughed uncomfortably, acutely aware of his rudeness a moment earlier. "I hear you're enjoying your present," she purred, her eyes deadly. "All of the women at the office have been exclaiming over it size and..girth." She slid off the table and he retreated like a cornered animal towards the couch. "Yeah, it's great...thanks." "But I hear," she ignored him, "That you didn't remember what I taught you with that first little lesson...do you remember it?" He wracked his brain. "Um..." "When I told you you should have considered the women you would be fucking when you designed your ideal man parts." She examined the décor, seemingly unimpressed. "I fairly tortured you until you learned that lesson." He decided to fess up; it was his only chance. This woman scared him. "You see..." "Miss!" her eyes flashed. "You see, Miss," I just can't get it to stay up long enough...it's...this cock you gave me is defective and...and I want you to fix it!" He tried to sound commanding, but she wasn't fooled. In fact, she looked like the cat that had got the cream. Curling herself seductively in his desk chair, she peered up at him, her fingers steepled together. "You said that you would give me whatever you wanted to end that painful experience...so I chose a loophole. A loophole in your gift, that is. You would have your dream cock...as long as you remembered the lesson I taught you. Which you clearly have not." He made to speak, but she silenced him with a flick of her wrist and he felt as though he had been whacked across the windpipe. He coughed and clutched his throat, truly afraid now. "So, you have two choices." And here, she leered evilly, like a creature from another world. "I will take away your cock entirely. Or you may choose the second option." "What. Is. That?" He wheezed, staring at her. "To serve womankind with your cock for the rest of your life." "I...I swear to, I promise, I really will." The witch grinned and she snapped her fingers. With a sigh, she stood lithely and made her way towards the door, leaving the red wig still splayed across the desk. "Goodbye, Adam." She let the door swing closed behind her. Epilogue: "Oh, fuck, I'm cummiiiinnnggg!!" the woman cried as her whole body spasmed. She collapsed and rested for a moment, her chest heaving until her breathing slowly returned to normal."Fuck, I looove that cock," she grinned as she hopped out of bed and went to brush her teeth. Adam lay back, his eyes glassy as he stared at the ceiling. His cock was even thicker than usual today, with veins popping out all along the shaft. "The money's on the dresser, honey." called the woman as she stepped into the shower. "See you next time." Adam grabbed the wad of cash and stood before realizing he was facing a floor-length mirror. As he watched, his cock transformed from the woman's dream cock back into his usual shape, size and texture. The only thing that hadn't changed was how stiff it was, as heavy as stone and pumping with blood. Adam pulled on his pants, tucking his perpetual erection into his shorts, rubbing the shaft through the cloth as he did so, almost without thinking. By the time he was back at the apartment, Miss was already there. "Very, very good, Adam," she purred, taking the money from him and kissing him on the cheek. His blood boiled with hate, but his cock was erect for her as always. There was a knock on the door and Miss told him to go shower for the next client. When he came out into the room, he felt his cock stretch painfully, becoming long and thin under the towel. The women was a brunette in her 40s and she had a camera crew with her. "Anywhere you like," said Miss gleefullly, eyeing the bulge under Adam's towel with her usual curiosity. When the scene was set, the woman told him to remove his towel and begin jerking off. He looked down to see a cock over a foot long, uncircumsized and thin in circumference. Multipe women sat down on this abnormally-long cock as he sat there, all of them cumming before departing. He pushed until the last moment, cursed as he was, to try to finally make himself cum and they enjoyed his efforts, giving him their numbers after the shoot. "Wow, he really can last," said the producer before she left, talking to Mindy in a carrying voice. "But he doesn't do cum-shots, ever?" The witch grinned over at Adam where he sat, furiously jerking his cock in the corner, tears springing to his eyes with the acute frustration of his aching balls and insanely sensitive prick. "No, never." said the witch and she stepped outside to say goodbye to their guests.