VI

His eyes snapped open the moment he came. Amanda was sucking, stroking and squeezing his phallus for all she was worth and he watched as her cheeks once again did there tell-tale slow inflation. In spite of this, she kept her rhythm steady and he felt his orgasm building higher than before. He could feel the pressure in his balls and lower body seemingly increase, and in turn the flow through his fire-hose sized rod rose up to the feeling that he was peeing, except that he knew it wasn't urine that was pouring into her now obscenely inflated cheeks.

Then it happened, Amanda could no longer swallow or store any more of his cum, and it started running out of her mouth, down the length of his shaft and onto her hands and breasts, and still he came. Her swallowing stopped and she pulled her head off his cock, catching his blasting orgasm square in the face. Still she jacked him off. What happened next surprised Andy more than her. He felt his body shudder and the steady flow of ejaculate became a high pressure spray as she finally lost her grip on his bucking, slicked penis.

Enormous ropes of semen shot from him, splattering the wall, the head board, then the pillows and finally coving Andy's whole upper body in a thick sheen of manly goo. He wasn't of the mind to care at the moment however. His mind had shut down when the third wave in his multiple orgasm had killed the lights.

He came too to find Amanda slurping the last of his spunk from his face, her own face still smeared with his seed.

“Hi there. I took the liberty of making you multi-orgasmic. I hope you don't mind,” she said with her now trade marked smirk.

The smell of vanilla assaulted him as she kissed him on the cheek. His mind wasn't quite right yet, what with the awakening and subsequent return to unconsciousness still clouding his brain. He thought he should be thirsty. He should be hurting. He should have been a number of things, but all he felt was the post orgasmic glow, and the caresses of Amanda's hands as she traced the contours of his lightly muscled frame.

“Hi... Are you burning a vanilla candle? Something smells wonderful.” he said finally. He expected the room to reek of sex, not smell like a candle shop.

“Oh, that's actually you. I also made your stuff taste like a vanilla milkshake... I guess the smell was just a side effect. Not that I mind the taste of your cum, but I figured, I might as well make it something really enjoyable, since you make so much of it. Oh, I kinda changed that too.” she said, speaking in a mile a minute pace before taking a dollop of the “milkshake” from her face with her finger and slurping it greedily.

Andy looked down at the enormity of his penis between finally beginning to sag into it's flaccid state. “Amanda, we gotta talk about this some. I gotta ask some questions.”

“Sure, fire away, I am gonna wash my face though, so speak up.” she replied heading into the bathroom. The water could be heard running in the sink a few seconds later.

“Okay,”Andy started, voice elevated, “Well, to start with, I don't think this almost yard long penis is very practical. I mean, we can't have sex...”

“All men think about is sex, sex, sex. As if what we did last night or this morning isn't sexual.” She interrupted.

“Mandy, let me finish.” he retorted to her interruption. “As I was saying, we can't have sex, and honestly, we can't go out into public, especially me, but even you. We both look differently than we did yesterday. I can't hide a penis that would make a bull elephant jealous, and well, you look as though you have had a full makeover and drastic cosmetic surgery, not even including your breasts, which are undeniably real, but grossly different than any thing you had yesterday. These changes are fun, but not practical.”

The water turned off and a fresh-faced and cleaned up Amanda reentered the room. Her face alight with her naughty impish grin. “Andy Morris, you think so practically, and so nonmagical. Any thing we've changed we simply change again. For example, you could grant your self control of your size. As for me, well I like the way I look, I would have thought you would have been more extreme in certain areas,” her eyebrows arched briefly and she threw a glance at her still naked boobs, “but I think that I would rather change what people remember about me, than change the way I am now.”

“We can do that?” he said in surprise. The look of total disbelief on his face obvious.

“For the love of God, will you think bigger please!” Amanda said exasperated, rolling her eyes at his narrow mindedness. “Of course we can. This is magic. We can do what ever we want, we just don't want to attract too much attention. For that reason, I agree with you that you will need to tone down what you, er, I gave you there. But as for me. Well, we will just change the world around me. Only you will know any different.”

“Well then, how do we do this?” Andy said, sounding excited.

“Come over here, it's just like last night. I will do it for you.” she said moving to the foot of the bed and picking up the spoon.

The spoon looked different to Andy, it's surface only last night tarnished was now completely free of any blemishes. It had a shine that he'd never seen in silver before. However, the changes were more than that. The once simple impressions upon it were now more vivid, and it had a luster to it that seemed to come from with in the metal now. Despite the fact it was only a spoon, He was captivated. Amanda noticed his stare as soon as she dipped it back into the crock pot.

“Hehe, yes Andy, we've made a magical spoon. Now come over here off the bed.”

He climbed obediently toward her only to elicit a displeased groan as he scooted off the bed.

“The whole bed's a giant cold wet-spot.” he grimaced looking at the clammy sheets. She giggled at this but beckoned him on again. He arrived by her side a few moments later.

“This should not feel like last night, but who knows.” she said as she touched the spoon this time to his forehead.

He felt dizzy for a few seconds and quickly sat down. Quickly though, the feeling passed and he looked up at Amanda. From this angle she towered over him, her naked body leaving nothing to his imagination. His eyes traced the lines of her strong legs up to her thighs. From there, swollen coral lips were nearly drooling with her juices, to the narrow auburn racing stripe that comprised her neatly manicured bush. Above that was her toned, tight abdomen that was in turn overshadowed by great round orbs that rode so firm and high they nearly obscured her face from view. Cascading down from her crown and framing her face was a tussled mane of hair that seemed almost unnaturally red. It was at this moment that he realized that she was as close to perfect as he'd ever thought he'd see in a woman, let alone touch.

His eye's locked back onto her breasts for a moment before Amanda took a step back and got his attention with verbal input. “Hello, Andy, any body home? My eye's are up here.” she said bringing both index fingers up to the corners of her face with a smile. “Think about making it smaller, lets see if the magic worked.”

Andy broke his lecherous stare and glanced down at his suddenly stiffening wood. Okay, smaller, smaller, back to normal. Thinking this, there was a pulling sensation at his groin that could best be described as uncomfortable, but not painful and before his eyes, Big Johnson whithered back to little Johnny.

“Aww, I liked him bigger.” Amanda pouted. “Make him bigger. See how big you can go.”

“Uh, okay.”

Standing, Andy thought about his previous size and suddenly there was a pressure, and sure enough, Big Johnson returned. By now he was fully hard, and Andy's thought's went to being even bigger, to having a cock that would reach from one corner of the bed to the other, and as he pointed in that direction, he watched as it grew longer and longer, thicker and thicker, until it reached from where he was, two feet from the bottom right corner of the bed, all the way across to the top left, where it pressed up angrily against the edge of the headboard.

“Wow”

“Oh, Andy, it's amazing! I love it.” She tossed the spoon back onto the table next to the crock and leaped upon his out sized tool. Straddling it she began to grind against it for all she was worth, and quickly was bringing herself toward orgasmic relief. For his part, Andy was surprised at how much feeling he was getting from her, and how erotic it was to have this craven nymphet hugging his almost body diameter rod.

He was quickly frustrated by the fact that she was completely out of reach, her feet just inches from the tips of his fingers. However, aggravation, as it often comes to be, was the mother of inspiration. The pulling sensation returned briefly as the nearly ten foot phallus shrank down just enough for his hands to find purchase on her ankles. Then, with a quick yank, she slid back to him, and with some more "mental adjustments", Andy's right hand began to massage her dripping snatch while she licked, nuzzled, and generally molested his football helmet sized lower head.

Mandy's climax was sudden and obvious, as her hyper sensitized and agitated clit found it's self tweaked on the upstroke by his index and middle fingers, and on the down stroke ground on his unworldly dong. Her vagina spewed girl juices upon the base of his cock and hands. He felt it run down both sides and trickle from his balls and drip to the carpeted floor below. Her grip tightened around him as he continued his digital ministrations upon her convulsing pussy, his own orgasm building like a locomotive about to crest a towering grade, waiting for that moment when momentum would cause it to run away from him.

It didn't take long. As before, cum bubbled forth from the almost two inch diameter slit at the tip of his trouser snake. The cum came in a flood of almost biblical proportions, running along the pre-saturated bedsheets and pooling briefly before pouring off the far side and quickly making a growing puddle on the floor. Andy could see Amanda move as his out sized pole spasmed underneath her.

She rolled off him and into the large puddle that had formed on the bed, and he crumpled into a heap at the foot of the bed, his now unencumbered penis flopping off and landing on his chest, forcing a surprised "Oof," from him. It took him a few seconds to collect his thoughts before he shrunk his incredible erection down to a semi-realistic size. Amanda oozed off the bed and joined him on the floor a moment later.

"I am hungry." they both said almost in unison.

VII

Clean up was surprisingly easy; Amanda simply waved her fingers and closed her eyes briefly and suddenly all traces of there sexual escapades were gone. Even there bodies were clean and refreshed feeling. Still though, the nagging reminder of hunger had them walking down the street towards the near by IHOP about 20 minutes later. Just long enough to change some clothes to more suitable sizes and throw them on. They walked hand in hand, which gave Andy some time to think of some questions.

“So you can control the magical essence now with out using the spoon?”

“Well, sorta. Remember when I said it was powerful stuff? I wasn't joking. Magic isn't like material matter. It does cease to exist. But it's also not limited by traditional spacial limitations on quantities.” she started.

“Whoa there Einstein, in small words, I am an English major. No physics please.” Andy interrupted.

“Okay, think of it this way, and I will put it in guy terms,” she glanced about the street. “See that fire hydrant over there? If you blow it up, does the matter it's made of cease to exist?”

“Err, no, it just changes.” He replied, remembering back to his high school science classes.

“Right, it just changes. In that case, it wouldn't even really change that much, just get blown into little tiny pieces. The only thing that can 'destroy' thermodynamic matter is nuclear reactions. Magic isn't thermodynamic. Obviously the rules don't apply to it. Any way, I don't fully understand where it comes from, but with some rudimentary training, patience, and a genetic predisposition towards it, one can summon magical essence to do there bidding.” she explained.

“So you are saying you are genetically predisposed to being able to control and make magic?” he asked looking at her strangely.

“Well, yeah, and I have the patience for it. Andy, you don't know me very well yet. I have been working toward what we shared last night for over twenty years.”

Andy's pace slacked and he stared at her, which understandably wasn't hard to do. Amanda hadn't toned down her body at all from before, and even “disguised” in a magically tailored heavy black sweater and corduroy pants with her customary green Docs, there was no way you could hide her audacious endowments. Actually, from the front, you almost would think she was fat, because with the sweater gave the illusion of being tucked into her cords and her breasts bulged out to either sides to such an degree that her arms were constantly hitting the sides. The black wool gave the appearance of a more two dimensional and less three dimensional image, which also complemented the “disguise”.

From his point of view however (next to her), Andy had no problem determining that that protrusion that started barely below her collarbone and expanded to an apex at the very lowest point on her ribcage before curving back into her body at a point below her belly button, was not a tummy. The narrow waist that was displayed keenly in the stretched out material at the rear of her sweater made it obvious. Couple that with an amazing ass and a face that unquestionably didn't belong on a woman who could even begin to be called fat, and there was no question that Amanda had a body that wouldn't quit.

It took him a great deal of effort to start walking at her pace again, and he found that to do so he had to tear his eyes from her or he was simply too distracted to keep up until she started to get away. He trotted up next to her again awkwardly.

“Twenty years, but that would mean that you've been trying to do this since you were, what, three?”

“Don't you know it's impolite to ask a woman's age? Still if you must know, I was nine. You really thought I was twenty three? That's sweet,” she said, flashing a dazzling smile and a wink at him. “Oh Andy, you've got much to learn, both about me, and the world you've been made aware of.”

Andy opened the door and held it for her as they entered the International House of Pancakes. “I am quickly learning that,” he replied as he followed her in.

Andy and Amanda walked up to the podium where the host was standing. His eyes did a not so subtle twice over of Amanda's figure, and on the second pass over her bountiful frontage, his jaw dropped almost to open page of the guest book. Both of them struggled to suppress a giggle at the man's expense as he tried to compose himself.

“Wel...” he croaked at first, “Welcome to IHOP. Sm, Smoking or non?”

“Non-smoking please,” Amanda spoke, and in so doing, moved the host's focus about 16 inches higher to the emerald green eyes that sparkled at his inability to maintain his bearing. Her Christmas-Tree smile didn't help.

“Right this way,” he said, leading them to a booth, with their menus held low in front of his pants. He saw to it that they were seated and added, “Kim will be your server. She'll be right over.” He left and walked quickly to the restroom, signaling another hostess that he needed to relieve him self.

“Wow, you didn't even have to try.” Andy said as he watched the man make his beeline for the men's room.

“Nope, and I don't even have any cleavage showing.” she said smiling thoughtfully.

“Okay, so explain how this works now. You can just summon magic now?” he said as he half looked over his menu.

“Well, sort of. It more like I can use it. I can't just make the essence of it. Not like we were using last night. But I can control it, and make things magical. I don't fully understand it, and it's not as though it's really powerful yet. Spoken magic is far more powerful than this mental stuff. God didn't think the world into existence, he spoke it, and it was. 'Let there be light!'”. She said with some dramatics

There was a brief increase in the brightness of the lamp over there table, and then a flash as the light's thin filament burned out.

“Oh shit!” Andy said, louder than he should have.

Amanda sat quietly, her face a mask of total surprise. After a moment she regained some composure. “I didn't know magic worked with English.”

Andy burst into an uproar of laughter, turning several heads in the restaurants before he quited down. “That was classic. Like something you would see in a comedy.” Finally he brought his voice back under control. “So what can you do?”

About that moment, there waitress walked up. “Hi, I'm Kim. Welcome. How're y'all today, can I get ya somethin' ta drink?

“Hi Kim,” Andy said looking her face over. “I would like a glass of water and a cuppa joe.”

“Yes, and I will just have some coffee” Amanda added.

“Great, have y'all decided on what you would like? Or do ya need me to come back in a few?” she drawled as she jotted down the beverages.

“Give us a few minutes.” Amanda said, feigning sudden interest in her menu.

“Take y'er time, I'll be back in a few,” she said with a warm smile.

After she had walked out of earshot, Mandy got Andrew's attention. “She was kinda cute.”

Shaking his head to make sure he wasn't hearing things, all he could say was “Um, say that again?”

“You goof, I am not gay, but she's kinda hot. If I were a guy, I could see how she would be attractive. Now, with me here, I doubt that you're really looking too hard, but I saw you look her over. You don't have to play innocent with me. I know the minds of men,” she replied with a knowing look.

“Well, yeah, I mean, if you weren't here, err If I didn't know you, I would... yeah, she's good looking.”

“Okay, watch this,” she said, motioning him to watch Kim as she readied their coffee over by the drink station.

At first he wasn't able to see much, but it became apparent that something about her was different as she came back less than a minute later with there beverages. Her waist had narrowed, going from slightly thick, to that svelte as she walked closer. Kim's hips took on a pronounced swivel as they broadened to fill the just seconds previously comfortably loose skirt to capacity as she closed the last few feet to the table.

She poured there coffee from the blue carafe and set Andy's water on the table, seemingly oblivious to the changes that were beset upon her even as she worked. “Have y'all decided?”

“I would like the cheese blintzes with strawberries” Amanda said completely at ease.

“Um, ah...” Andy stammered as he watched the skirt fill to the bursting point with hips and thighs and her shirt behind her apron seem to get tighter and tighter around her now wasp like waist. “I'll just have a Colorado Omelet.”

“Sounds great, they'll be right out,” she said as she scribbled the order in her book.

As she walked back toward the cook line, her pinned up dirty blond hair seemed to gain more body and shine, growing finer and more lustrous as she gained more and more distance from the table.

“Holy fuck! You've given her a lower body worthy of any man's wet dream, and that trick with the hair was, well, it was, was amazing!” Andy said in a loud whisper, a look of amazement blatant on his face.

“You know me, the girl of extremes. Just wait. Clothes are harder to master than living things believe it or not. Living things don't rip to shreds if you make them just a little bigger.” Amanda answered, adding her sly smirk.

“You did that just by thinking it? Can you teach me how?”

“Well, I can try, but you need to understand, I have a gift for this. It seems that some where in the distant past, wizardry was present in my family. It's passed on since then, lying dormant in wait for some one to take an interest again. I guess I am the first in a long time. There weren't a whole lot of wizards really. I mean, think about it. If every one could handle magic, wizardry would have been commonplace, and would never have fallen out of use.”

Andy looked slightly crestfallen at that remark. “So in other words, you can't teach me.”

“Don't be down, you've got me. And more importantly, I've got you. Also, we've got that whole pot full of the stuff back at my place. While you might not be able to channel it like I have found I can, you can still use it like we did last night. So you can't be a wizard, with that stuff, you might as well be. We'll make the best of it.” she said reassuringly.

The compassionate look on her face melted any ill feelings his heart may have held, and he smiled a sincere look of ease at her.

“Oh, here she comes, watch,” Amanda said, as Kim came toward them again with there food.

Kim Stokes was pretty proud of her figure. Eight hours a day running around a restaurant and a religiously attended hour long gym session six days a week had successfully toned her body into the best she could manage with her genes. A mesomorphic five foot six inch frame lent it's self to her slightly stocky build, but she could happily claim that what fat she carried wasn't carried where she didn't want it. A firm stomach and strong thighs were complemented by what had until just the last fifteen minutes a nice round ass. Her other primary fat concentrations were on her chest, a pair American average 36C breasts. She'd never had any trouble netting a man. After today though, she'd be beating them back with a stick.

With every step Andy watched as her blouse billowed and bounced more. By the time she was half way to there table her figure was enough to make her look like a younger, taller Danni Ashe in on one of Dita von Tesse's corsets, and she was rapidly ballooning bigger. All the while she was completely oblivious to the changes, seeming to adjust to her changing center of gravity on the fly. By the time she reached their table, she was obviously working at the wrong food service establishment.

But it suddenly became obvious to him that it wasn't just Kim that was completely unaware of the changes, it was every one except Amanda and him. Andy could see other changes happening even as she started announcing the meals she was delivering. The skin of her face and neck acquired a dusting of party girl glitter, eye lashes lengthened, darkened and grew thicker as though covered in some professional grade mascara. Her hair, which had looked to have more body before showed that instead it was more voluminous and seemed to be getting silkier and shinier by the millisecond. Lips puffed up and developed an almost natural gloss and freckles faded. Her teeth even whitened and straightened.

“Have a great meal, an' let me know if y'all need any thing.” was about all Andy heard as she turned around and strutted back to the kitchen.

“She should be working at Hooters, not IHOP!” He exclaimed after she was out of easy listening range. “How is it she didn't notice the changes?”

“First off, Hooters wouldn't hire her, she's too big. Secondly,” Amanda paused to shovel in a large bite of strawberry smothered cheese-blintz goodness into her mouth and chew. “She didn't notice because she wasn't privy to the changes.”

“Um, right. She was the one you changed. How is it that she's not privy to that?”

“Magic protects it's self, at least this kind of magic does. It's only obvious to those who are in on it. If I hadn't said any thing to you, you wouldn't have noticed her changes. To you, she'd have always been that way. It has to be that way, or there would have been little use for magicians on a kings court. Why keep a wizard on retainer if every battle he helps you win, every spell he casts is obvious to every one. The magic wielders, at least of my type, are supposed to be behind the scenes men. If you want to see stand out magic, you have to look to the bible. Divine magic is blatantly obvious and at the same time insidiously obscure. God is really good at getting his point across when he wants to be. And the few people in history who've been able to call on his aid have been called pretty powerful profits. Look at Moses.” she said before stuffing another fork full of breakfast in her mouth.

“I can't get over the fact that all this super natural stuff that we're told is myth and fairy tail is real.” Andy said, looking over at Mandy as she stuffed herself with her blintzes.

Kim suddenly loomed back in view. “Is every thing alright? Something wrong with your omelet?”

Andy realized at her question that he'd neglected his food. “Oh, every thing's fine, just wrapped up in conversation.” She nodded, smiled and turned to walk away and sure enough her legs lengthened until she must have been pushing six feet.

He couldn't help it, a hard on was raging in his pants at this point. Andy had shrunk back down to a realistic size before they had gone to breakfast, but not down to his previously normal size. Now however, he was trying to smuggle over a foot's worth of erection into a space that had been uncomfortable at half that size yesterday. A consternated expression passed over his face until he adjusted his size down to normal.

“Ya know, this variable penis thing is... well, it's convenient.” he said after a few moments of comfortable silence and several bites of his Denver omelet.

“I know I like it,” she said, as her chest heaved a bit and grew slightly. Likewise, Andy felt a surge in his loins that was not totally bidden by his libido.

When Kim shimmied back with unconscious seductiveness the next time to check on them, Andy had but two words; “Check please!”

* * *

It had been a very long time since she had felt it. Some where, far to the west, some one was using it. A knot formed in her belly, seemingly drawing her westward. Somewhere out there, to the west, some one was using magic again. This wasn't voodoo, or some half baked witch. No, this was powerful magic, the likes of which hadn't been used in this quantity or strength in almost six hundred years. The knot throbbed behind her navel. She was going to have to seek it out, to find this new wizard, to use them, take their magic, and then, kill them.

“Richard.” She spoke into a desk intercom. Typical English rain spattered the windows of her office in the massive Tutor mansion

“Yes ma'am?” replied a man in the classic butler's uniform.

“Call my travel agent. Book me a flight on British Airways. Non-stop to Seattle. And not business class like last time, I want first class.”

“As you wish ma'am.”

“That's all.” she concluded curtly, as the butler retreated hastily out of the office

VIII

By the time they were back in her cozy apartment Amanda had his shirt off her fingers were wrestlings with the fly of his jeans. His foot caught the door just strongly enough to nudge it closed, as she maneuvered him into the central room of the studio proper. By the time the backs of Andy's thighs were against the bed, his pants were around his ankles, revealing well over a foot's worth of USDA Prime Grade A man meat standing out parallel to the floor from his body. He'd forgone underwear when they'd left to go to IHOP for comfort reasons.

Amanda's hands wrapped around his shaft and she looked up into his eyes while playfully pushing and pulling on him. “I think it's time to take you for a ride. I want to feel something really big inside me.” she said with her glowing smile.

Andy's response wasn't with words, but his actions most assuredly spoke volumes. Strong hands and arms drew her close, wrapping around her and moving down into the back of her belted corduroys. They gained a hold on the rear bottom hem of the sweater and pulled up in a smooth slow motion, tugging the heavy shirt from her pants and up, past her fiery red mane and finally over her head. This caused her breasts to bobble and they briefly tried to hold onto the front of the sweater with their bottom edge, but Andy's pulling was unwavering, and the top finally slipped from her body. No longer encumbered by the drag of her body, his hands discarded the sweater to the ground, and once again drifted down her back.

Again their destination was below and beneath the belt line of her pants. His pawing hands gripped and kneaded Amanda's full, heart shaped ass, and he lifted her from the carpeted floor and spun her until he faced the bed, and she hovered over it. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms entwined around his torso like wisteria climbing rick-rack.

With Amanda now supporting the majority of her own weight, Andy's right hand moved up from it's current resting place to the small of her back, and his left withdrew as he began to intensionally fall forward onto the bed. That left arm braced and absorbed the landing as he came to rest directly above her on the bed. They gazed into each others eyes for a long moment before his right hand snaked it's way out from behind her and began fumbling with the front of her corduroy pants.

While his fingers were struggling to release the button from it's eyelet prison, Mandy was working on his goring erection, coaxing it to it's full size as best she could with her talented hands. Quickly Andy was at full sail, as her masterful ministrations dragged him closer and closer to the edge of orgasmic oblivion.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Amanda's pants gave way, pulling free of the toned waist that they hugged up until this point. To his dismay however, a lacy pair of black thong panties remained between him and glory. He was quickly loosing patience as he was rapidly closing on his point of no return, and out of sheer ire, he grabbed the offending unmentionables with both hands and with a sheering motion, quite literally shredded the garment where it lay, leaving a pathetic lacy rag hugging one of her legs.

“Wow, you want it bad, don't you tiger?” Amanda goaded, excited from the display of aggressiveness from the as of yet mute Andrew Morris.

Still, he said nothing, instead continuing to let his actions speak for him. Amanda's magically manicured bush left her nether lips bare and glistening with girl juice, evidence to her readiness. Pulling back, he slipped from the now supine Amanda's jacking hands and aimed his hefty shaft at her sopping snatch.

She wants full... I'll give her full, Andy thought quickly as he thrust forward. His overly large sword plunging almost three quarters of the way to it's hilt before he pulled back.

“Ungh, wow...” she exclaimed as he re-coiled for another thrust. Her hands seemed to be trying to grasp for his chest, his back, any thing to gain some modicum of control over what was now obviously becoming his show.

With his next plunge forward, Andy buried his cock up to his balls, forcing a squeal from Mandy, and a grunt from him. Soon he was finding a rhythm, as Amanda started a keening wail that grew in intensity as he pushed her inexorably closer and closer toward ecstasy.

“Andy,”

“Don't,”

“Stop,”

“Please,”

“Keep,”

“Going,”

“Oh,”

“Andy!”

“Deeper!”

“Oh,”

“God!”

“ANDY!”

“MORE!”

“ANNNDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”Amanda shrieked as she felt Andy's already enormous rod suddenly lengthen further inside her. It was more than she could stand, and her body was wracked with a fantasy fulfilling orgasm.

Andy on the other hand was amazed at her capacity. Here he was filling her with what had to be one of the largest pieces of phallic real estate in the history of man kind and she was taking it all like a champ. No small feat for a not even five foot tall woman. That though alone was turning him on like nothing else, not to mention the sensation from the actual act. She may have been buying his farm, but it was none the less a tight fit. He continued pumping into her as he felt his own crescendo building fast.

“Um... Mandy!” he said pleading.

“Yes!” she screamed at him

“I'm... I'm... I'm cumming!”he yelled back.

Andy's peak hit him like an bunker buster. This wasn't just a virginity losing moment. This was something totally different. The moment the first jet of his spunk fired from his apple sized cock head, he felt Amanda's kneading pussy clamp down all along the length of his spewing prong. Rope after rope of jiz blasted her insides, filling her to overflowing in mere seconds.

Andrew realized however that he was still pistoning into her, pumping his engorged cock into her through out his generous seminal outburst. It was as though he was building a greater pressure atop his already monumental climax. In fact, as his first orgasm came to a close, Andy's cadence picked up speed.

Amanda was still riding the crest of an amazing wave when she felt his tempo increase. “Oh Andy... can you get... just a little... bit... bigger, I... wanna really... feel... full!” she panted between ragged breaths.

He was shocked, but he wasn't about to show it, and he wasn't going to complain. If she wants a really big cock, I'll show her a really big cock. He thought as he mentally commanded himself to grow yet more length and girth. He was rewarded by a burst of sensation as nerves grew more sensitive and increased his contact area as he filled her to absolute capacity.

A look of pure bliss spread across her face as he crammed as much his salami into her with every stroke as he could and then withdrew to almost the point of vacancy, before slamming back home again, over and over and over. He could feel her next earth shattering rapture building fast, and his was not far behind. Andy's rhythm began to break down. Finally, he buried himself in her to the hilt.

Hind sight is a very strange thing. As memorable events come and go, you normally assume that once you've done something, it will be good the next time, but not as good as the first. The first time you beat a computer game, read a book, or had something really good to eat, it's always better than subsequent times. So Andy had thought it would be with sex. His first sexual intercourse based orgasm had been only six or seven minutes prior, and it had been amazing. This time however, was beyond description. Suffice it to say, that all of us should be so lucky as to have simultaneous orgasm so early into our sexually active lives. Andy could smell the reek of sex and an odd vanilla overtone as he poured what must have been a quart of his spunk into her with spurt after climactic spurt.

Finally, after what felt like ten minutes of continuous ejaculation, he withdrew and collapsed down on the messy bed beside her, totally spent.

“That was... the most amazing... thing I've... ever done!” He said between breathes.

“Oh Andy, that was wonderful.” she moaned into him, her arms entwining around him as she snuggled up to him. She rolled onto her side and mashed him between her pillowy cushions.

“Yeah, I really think I could get the hang of this.” Andy said, as he felt her hands begin to play with his again hardening member.

IX

It's not a common sight to see a goth woman walking down the street at three in the morning in rural Nebraska. Less common still for said woman to be built to feature dancer type dimensions and to be wearing vintage clothing from a 1930's bedroom. Closer look however would show that this woman was to say the least peculiar. Jet black hair contrasted sharply with almost china white skin, and blue eyes that were deadly cold clashed with glossy slick black stained lips. Still, the strangest features of this woman were with out a doubt three things. Her height, her body, and more specifically, her breasts.

Jack Waterson spotted her more than half a mile out in the glare of his headlights. In the moonless night her white skin and nightgown shone like a beacon in the lights of his Kenworth. When he was about two hundred fifty meters out, it became obvious that the person walking down the side of the road was A: female, B: almost naked, and C: very tall. Being a relatively normal and some what chivalrous red blooded American male, he did what most men would do, he hit his brakes and brought his tractor to a halt on the shoulder of the four lane highway just outside Kearney.

Unbuckling his seatbelt he reached under his seat to grab the Sig Sauer pistol he kept there, and shoving it into his belt behind his back, hopped down from the cab to render assistance. It wasn't that he was really worried, but you never knew now days. The woman was still walking slowly away in front of his Semi, and he noticed now that she was barefoot.

“Excuse me miss, can I help you?” He called out over the noise of the big diesel running just behind him.

The woman stopped. Something about her made the hairs on the back of Jack's neck stand on end. As she turned he got a look at her front though, and a conflicting instinct kicked in. Wow she's stacked! He thought as she turned through profile and stood directly facing him. The nigh gown did nothing to hide the fact that she had what had to be the largest breasts he'd ever seen in his life by a wide margin.

She seemed to glide toward him, as if the hips that were swaying with amazing seductiveness weren't attached to any thing above her clavicle. That swaying, while seemingly unable to make her head move from it's altitude, made her spectacular frontage quake devastatingly with every foot fall.

The mental war in his mind was still being fought however. Something was very wrong here. No woman dressed like that would be out here, 5 miles from town at this time of night. And he caught a look at her eyes and that renewed his nagging fear. They looked almost right though him, Like she is looking directly into my soul.

Still, his arousal was getting more keyed up with every step she took back in his direction. At fifty feet he realized that she was at least six inches taller than he was at six foot two with shoes on. He hesitated, not knowing weather or not to get back into his rig and get the hell out of there, or to talk to her. Jack wasn't sure what to do.

That nagging fear was getting stronger, but it seemed that with every surge of adrenalin he'd pick up on some other feature that keyed his arousal more. Nipples protruding easily an inch in the cool early morning air, hair that flowed down over her shoulders like the finest silk shining in the halogens, lips perfectly shaped for doing all manner of indecent but oh so pleasurable things to a man came in to clearer and clearer focus as she closed.

Finally, she was looking down into his eyes with in arms reach.

“Uh, miss, can I help you?” He asked again, this time with a tremble in his voice.

“I... need to go...” she said with an obviously European accent that he couldn't place. She twisted her upper body and pointed westward, toward the sleeping Nebraska college town.

“You need a lift into town?” he asked, trying to complete the cryptic needs of her destination.

“A lift,” she echoed softly. That accent was turning him on even more. He was glad that he was silhouetted against the truck lights, as it effectively concealed the fact that this walking alabaster wet dream was the cause of a major spatial problem with in the confines of the Carharts he was wearing.

“Well get in the cab, I'll give you a lift at least as far as Kearney.” He opened the door to the passenger side of the truck and beckoned her enter. Tentatively she moved to the passenger's side of the truck, and then hesitated. Jack motioned her up and she seemed to get the point and climbed up into the seat, giving him a first rate picture of her backside and the perfect pussy that were totally bare of both clothing, and hair.

Just kill me now Lord, and I will die a happy man.

When she was fully seated, he shut the door in as gentlemanly a manner as possible on a semi, and ran quickly around the front of the vehicle and then hopped into his seat as fast as he could, shutting the door and leaning back. He grimaced as the full sized .40 caliber pistol dug into hid spine, and he leaned forward and retrieved it, putting it in the map pouch on the door with his left hand. Glancing over at his passenger, she seemed completely oblivious, staring directly ahead.

He put the semi in gear and pulled back into the empty highway. After about three minutes of no noise other than the shifting of gears, Jack decided to break the ice.

“So, my name's Jack. Jack Waterson. What's yours?”

“Natasha.”

A brilliant conversationalist to be sure! “Glad I could help you. So where are you from, It's kinda late to be out here alone”

“I am from... Saint... Louis.” she pronounced the “saint” in Saint Louis with almost venomous loathing, detectable even in her heavy accent.

“How'd you get here from St. Louis?” he asked with some obvious surprise.

“I am going... west.”

“Hmmph. Where are you from originally?”

“Danzig.” she replied quietly.

Where the fuck is that? “Never heard of it, Isn't that a rock band?”

“Rock band?” she said questioningly.

For the first time she looked over at him, again staring seemingly into the back of his mind. Jack got lost for a second, and the nagging warning in the back of his brain screamed louder. His head snapped back forward just as he hit the first drunk bump in the road, and he corrected his steering quickly to put the tractor-trailer back in the right lane. Pull your self together Waterson, or you won't live to see the dawn, let alone the girl next to you.

“Never mind. So how far west are you going?”

“West.” she said, again almost echoing him.

Not the sharpest tool in the box, is she, but with a body like that, who cares! “I am going to California. Sacramento to be precise. You are welcome to ride out west with me. I have a sleeper in the back,” he motioned back through the narrow companionway, “so if you want to get some rest, go ahead. I'll be stopping in a couple hours any way.”

“Sleeper.” she echoed again, even pointing in back of the truck just as he had.

“Ya know, like where you sleep, a bed?” Sheesh! I've heard of language barriers, but this is almost ridiculous.

“Bed. I go to bed.”

“Okay, though the curtain.” he gestured again, this time with a hitchhikers motion. He was getting tired of her any way, until she bent over and he could peer all the way down her nighty to her navel, between the immense breasts on either side of the narrow corridor.

I was wrong God, now I can die happy.

* * *

Jack trudged back out from the rest area showered, shaved and ready to get into bed with Natasha, to sleep, if not to do more. What ever his internal sense of character didn't like about her, so far the woman seemed pretty harmless, and he hadn't gotten lucky in several months. If nothing happened, so be it, he'd sleep for a few hours and get back on the road. If she decided that she wanted to be frisky, well, that was fine too. He'd picked up a couple condoms at the truck stop twenty miles back when he got fuel just in case.

He crawled into the sleeper and noticed right away that the night gown was on the floor. Picking it up, he saw right away that what ever it was made of wasn't cheap. It almost seemed to glow, even in the nigh non-existent light in the compartment. He heard her breathing and could see the rise and fall of her very impressive chest beneath the sheets of the narrow bed. Laying like she was, her breasts splayed out across all of it's width, threatening to spill over the mattresses edge and onto the floor. Even asleep, thimble sized nipples punched dents in the sheets. It was obvious suddenly that those amazing breasts were real. The gentleman in him suddenly urged propriety. He tapped her on the shoulder and strained to lock his eyes onto hers, rather than the astounding breasts.

Something was wrong... really wrong. She was cold, not cool as if the AC had been on too high, but cold, like ice. Those crystal blue eyes snapped open, glowing brightly in the darkness. Something was terribly not right. All manner of dark and evil sexual images played out in his mind in that instant of touch, as those eyes bored into the very depths of his soul.

Jack staggered back through the companionway backwards as a darker fear than any he'd ever known before tore through his mind, his eyes unable to break the seemingly hypnotic lock of those glowing eyes. The fabric of the curtain obscured Natasha's gaze and he broke free of the entrancing effect long enough to stumble backwards into the drivers seat, hand groping for the pistol in the map pocket. His right hand found the grip and clinched around it white knuckled in terror.

Her form appeared in companionway, visible the breaking dawn light. At a range of less than four feet her frame took up almost all of his field of view. The pistol in his hand didn't seem to phase her as she reached out toward him.

“KARK!” the pistol barked, deafeningly loud in the enclosed cabin.

The bullet impacted just above her exposed left nipple, a dark hole four tenths of an inch in diameter denoting the impact point. Natasha flinched, stepped back, looking down curiously.

“What the fuck!” Jack bellowed when the round seemed to have no effect. He squeezed the trigger again.

“KARK!” The gun belched fire and smoke again. This time the bullet drove home into a perfectly placed sternum hit. A fine trickle of dark blood was flowing from the wound on her breast, and a mist of the stuff exploded from the second wound. Jack didn't know a whole lot about anatomy, but he know that the lungs and heart were located in the chest, that his first round had hit a lung for sure, and his second should have blown her cold heart to bits.

Your dead bitch, your just don't know it yet! His mind screamed.

“KARK-KARK-KARK!” three more rounds left the pistol, scoring hits from her stomach to her collarbone.

The look of surprise on her face changed to one of unbridled, evil rage.

It was that moment that Jack Waterson knew he was dead. When the woman's shoulders seemed to broaden by a foot, and her entire body seemed to explode with all manner of musculature, he knew his doom was upon him. Enormous, slab like pectorals that would have looked out of place on a Mr. Olympia contestant ballooned behind her bare breasts, and her arms expanded beyond his ability to compare them. Her face was still that of a fashion model, but now it looked like it belonged to a fashion model who'd decided to spend three years in a gym, with chiseled jawline and cheekbones. She bent over further in the cabin as her legs lengthened and broadened, rippling with defined quadriceps and shredded hamstrings. And not to be outdone, her breasts exploded, surging out ward even as they rode higher and higher on her expanding chest.

“FUCK!” he screamed.

“KARK-KARK-KARK-KARK-KARK-KARK-KARK” and then the trigger did nothing. The slide was locked back. Twelve rounds were sprinkled across her Amazonian form. Most were located in what should have been the classic “ten” ring on a target silhouette.

Natasha lunged at him, and her cold right hand engulfed the space around his neck. Jack's own hands tried to pry the thumb and fingers from his windpipe, but even those relatively small apendages were too strong for him. He felt his consciousness fading as the huge hand the wrapped almost completely around his neck squeezed off the flow of blood to his brain. As his vision tunneled out he caught one last look at her now different, but none the less amazing body.

I wasn't serious God! Was the last thing that raced through his concious mind.

X

Sodium vapor lamps cast perhaps the most distinctive and commonly recognized hues of light known, and probably the most annoying. The harsh orange glow was keeping Andy awake. That and an extremely overactive imagination. After spending almost 24 hours straight with Mandy, most of it involved in some kind of magically sexual act, he'd had to finally beat a reluctant but hasty retreat to get a good nights sleep in preparation for tomorrows classes.

Now though, sleep wouldn't come, and while he blamed the lights that streamed into the bedroom of his apartment through the cheap curtains, the truth was, his mind wouldn't shut off it's practically perfect replay of the day's past events. He'd lost track of how many times Mandy had climaxed, let alone himself. It was just a blur of supernatural orgasms and rising crescendos of pleasure building one after the next, of supple flesh yielding under his touch, of smooth skin wrapping and embracing him, of kisses and intimate caresses spread over hours and yet occurring constantly.

Beyond the mental assault of the last twenty-four hours activities replaying in his mind, was the side effects of that mental video playback. The throbbing erection between his legs would not quit. He'd scaled it back to it's natural size and still it refused to relax.

I guess an erection is an erection, weather it's six inches long, or sixty. He thought in a brief moment of clarity. Shouldn't I be exhausted? Yes I should be. I should be a lot of things. I should be a dehydrated wreck in some ER some where suffering from... dehydration. That would be classic.

"Doctor, we have a young man in observation right now suffering from severe dehydration. Every thing else shows normal, well except one thing."

"What's that nurse?"

"He's got the largest penis I have ever seen"

Yeah, that would be great. He grimaced to him self.

"Damnit!" he cursed aloud. The red digital numbers on his alarm clock read 2:11, and the little red dot that denoted PM was not illuminated, reaffirming what he already knew. It was both really late, and really early, and he really should be sleeping. He stepped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The night light that his mom had given him when he moved in cast a warm soft light from within the small conch shell that housed it, giving just enough light to navigate the small room and find the toilet.

After relieving himself and washing his hands, he filled a glass from the tap and looked at him self in the mirror's dark reflection. He was different from before, that much he could tell. More muscular, with a face that looked like it was a combination of his, and one of those underwear models that were irritatingly in the back of seemingly every men's magazine. He flexed his arms half heartedly and was pleased with the body that the mirror displayed back at him. You could give those Men's Health models a run now.

A thump through the floor above broke his concentration. Great, Terri the stripper is home from the Vu... just what I need. I just hope she didn't bring another deadbeat home with her...

Heavy footsteps though the floor confirmed his fears, Terri had brought a new beau home. There was a chortle of laughter and then a brief series of soft thumps from over his bedroom. There was more laughter and then he heard it. The headboard of Terri's bed starting hitting the wall. The moans came next, raising in volume to screams and bellows as the frequency of the headboard percussion increased.

Andy went into his bedroom just as it sounded like Terri let forth a banshee like scream. He looked up at the ceiling and then at the wall, then at the ceiling again. It wouldn't do any good, but he decided to pound on the wall any way.

“THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!”

If his neighbor heard it, she didn't acknowledge. It's actually kinda ironic. You were doing the same thing all day. Now that it's not you, it bothers you. Very hypocritical Andy. His conscience told him.

STOP RATIONALIZING THINGS! It's two fucking fifteen in the fucking morning and you have fucking class in seven fucking hours. Go up there, pound on the fucking door and tell the bitch to move the damn headboard away from the wall and shut the fuck up! His anger screamed back.

His anger won the argument. Less than twenty seconds later he was outside her front door pounding furiously, clad only in his white boxer shorts and a matching t-shirt.

After waiting about thirty seconds and getting ready to pound again, he heard the deadbolt turn and the door creep open just enough to see half of her makeup smeared face.

“Andy, um, what can I do for you at this hour?” she said in surprise, a blush coming to her face.

“Hey, I don't know if you know what time it is, but some people here, namely me, have to get to school in the morning! If it wouldn't be too much trouble, do you think you could keep the bedroom gymnastics to a minimum and move your bed away from the wall?” he roared in frustrated anger, tone dripping with caustic sarcasm.

“Andrew Morris, I don't know what you are talking about...”

“Hey Tare, what's the hold up?” a deep male voice bellowed from the direction of the bedroom.

“Nothin' Steve, just the down stairs neighbor.” she said over her shoulder.

The man, apparently Steve, came out from the bedroom dressed only in a pair of the tightest bikini cut briefs Andy had ever seen.

Shit, he's fucking HUGE! His mind railed. Indeed, “Steve” was huge. At least six and a half feet tall, and the classic muscle head, all the way down to the ultra bronze tan. Where as Andy looked like he belonged on Men's Health, this guy fit right in on the cover of Muscular Development, complete with the exotic woman at his side at the moment.

“What seems to the problem.” Steve asked, with more than a hint of implied malice.

This is like the script of a bad movie tonight...

Resisting the urge to swallow hard, Andy tried to be more civil, and yet stick to his guns. “I was just wonder, err wondering if you two would mind keeping it down. I am trying to get some rest down stairs.”

Closer examination of Steve's condition showed that he was obviously at least slightly drunk, and probably, knowing a bit about the scene of body building, capable of launching into a bout of 'roid rage at any moment.

“I'll tell you what, I'll get right on that. I wouldn't want to interfere with your precious beauty sleep. But first, how about I rearrange your face for you if your don't get the fuck outta here right now.” Steve replied, no longer just malicious, but now building into boiling rage.

It would seem that Andy didn't move fast enough. With surprising speed, but not really surprising force, Steve's big right fist unloaded on his face in vicious cross. That isn't to say that it didn't feel like he'd been hit in the face by a cannon ball, it just wasn't surprising considering how strong he obviously was.

Time compressed. Andy didn't really know what happened first. There was a pop, and stars exploded behind his eyes. He was pretty sure the weightlessness started about that point, but wasn't sure if the splatter of blood that seemed to spray from his instantly assessed as crushed nose happened at that point, or at the same time as the pop. Then he felt his heels hit the ground again, and the weightlessness was gone, and now he could feel gravity pulling seemingly harder than ever as his point of view began to pan up higher and higher. His right hand felt the cold concrete of the landing an instant before his head collided with the door of the opposing apartment. After that, time seemed to return to normal as his body collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Okay Andy, you now know you don't like getting hit in the face. That little voice in his head stated obviously as he started to pick himself up from the ground. Steve was coming up to him, dragging the maybe one-hundred-thirty pound stripper behind him as she vainly tried restrain him. Just before he could get to all fours, Steve landed a wicked kick to his ribs and Andrew was suddenly straining just to breathe.

He could hear Terri screaming at Steve to stop, but couldn't make out specific words as another swift kick landed in his stomach. Andy curled into the fetal position as a third and final kick caught him in the lower back.

With the stop of the assault, he started caring about dialog again.

“Terri, shut up, little punk had it coming. Fuck.” Steve said as he turned about to go back into Terri's apartment. Andy heard the door slam, but didn't feel any desire to move at the moment. His brain told him that movement would equate to pain. The sudden shadow cast in the light above him made him aware that Terri was still on the landing. She knelt down beside him in her terry cloth bathrobe.

“Andy, I am really sorry,” she sniffled. “Andy, can I help you get down to your place?”

Already smeared makeup was now joined with black streaks as tears flushed the mascara and eye liner from her baby blues.

“I think... that... I could use the help.” Andy said breathlessly.

As he struggled to stand pain shot from his ribcage up and down his spine. It was instantly apparent that his nose wasn't the only thing broken. Breathing out hard from the pain hurt too.

“Fuuuuuuuuucking bloody hell!” he cursed at his broken ribs as the stabbing pain screamed through his nerves to his brain.

Finally on his feet, and with her shoulder under his right arm, Andy made his way down the stairs and to his door.

“I am so sorry Andy, I would take you to the ER, but Steve drove me home, and well, my cars still at the club. Do you want me to call an ambulance?” she said, tears still running down her cheeks. Andy had always thought she was a pretty woman, but too trashy for his tastes. Tonight, had confirmed that to some extent, but she had some compassion too. Maybe he'd been wrong about her. She opened the door and guided him into the apartment.

“No,” he said, entering his room and standing before his bed. “Just get me the cordless from the living room please. It's on the charger next to the couch.” She left and he suppressed the urge to spew more expletives as he laid down on his bed.

She appeared again at his side a moment later with the phone in her hand and a washcloth from the bathroom in the other. “Let me help you really quick.” she commanded, placing the warm cloth below his nose where it rapidly began to take on a crimson color instead of it's normal white.

It was during this maneuver though that he caught sight of her breasts through the neckline of the sashed robe. You are pathetic Andrew Morris, here you are, bleeding and busted up on your bed, and the woman at least partly responsible inadvertently flashes some titty and you have to stare! His conscience sighed in disgust. They probably aren't even real!

The skin on the outside is real. That little voice in the back of his mind countered.

“Thanks” he said quietly, banishing both the warring voices. He could feel a hard on forming and felt a scarlet wave of embarrassment wash over him.

“Andrew Morris, you are terrible,” she said after catching a glimpse of the tent forming in his boxers.

“Yeah, I know.” he said sleepily as he willed himself to slowly grow just a little bigger. The effect wasn't lost on Terri.

“Well, well, well, Andy's a grower and not a shower. Well too bad you are so beat up, or I might just make your downstairs neighbor pound on your door. Get some sleep Andrew, and go to the hospital in the morning.”

“Uh, thanks Terri,” he said as she left. He saw her turn out the light and heard the door click shut behind her, followed by the footsteps of her climbing back up stairs.

He picked up the cordless phone from where it lay beside him and hit the redial button.

“Hello,” a sleepy feminine voice said a few rings later.

“Mandy, I think I need you to come over, really soon. Like right away”

“Andy? What's wrong?”

“Let's just say I got into a bit of a scrape with mister Olympia and lost.”

“I'll be right over.”

“My address is... Mandy? Mandy? You there?” The connection was already dead.