I lost all track of time. There was only sensation: the sensation of Lisa's incredible mouth on my cock, and the feeling of her body on mine, moving here and there.
At some point, I slowly became aware that the sensations had stopped. I opened my eyes, and found I was in a large bedroom, light streaming in through the windows. My cock was lying flaccid across my stomach. I was alone. I sat up carefully, instantly dizzy. I felt depleted, the way I had after Ruth's do-it-yourself boob cruise in my apartment. I stood up, and staggered into the bathroom, urgently needing to urinate. I felt dizzy enough to sit down, and minimized my cock so that it wouldn't hang down into the water.
Except that it wouldn't minimize.
I sat and concentrated: "8 inches, flaccid." Nothing. "Eight inches, flaccid," No change. "Eight inches" No change at all. This was beginning to worry me. I stood up and peed, then decided to try another tack. Concentrating, I though "24 inches, hard." My cock swiftly filled and erected to its maximum length. "Flaccid," I thought, and it obediently dropped. "Twelve inches" I thought, and nothing happened.
Hell
, something was wrong. Maybe it was that pot, or whatever else was in the pot, that was interfering with whatever Nurt had done. Maybe it would wear off. At least I was stuck at the length that Lisa expected, so I wouldn't have to explain anything.
Except, it looked bigger than 24". Maybe this was the pot, too: maybe things just looked different to me. I certainly still felt off, a bit spacey, although definitely no longer high. I looked around the bedroom, and found a tape measure. Yes,
of course
she kept a tape measure in her bedroom. "Erect" I thought, and measured.
It was over 27".
OK, now I was really confused. I wandered down the hall, following faint sounds that I hoped indicated Lisa. One room was dimly lit: it turned out to be the kitchen. Lisa was there, sitting hunched over the table. It looked like she had piled every bit of food in the house there, and she was busy working her way through it.
She saw me standing in the doorway. "Like some breakfast?" she asked, around a mouthful of some unidentifiable leftover. I saw that her breasts had grown enormously, and were resting on her lap, if not the chair she was sitting on. She didn't seem to be aware of them.
"Ah, there's Mr. Redwood." I looked down, and found that I was still erect.
"Oh yeah, but I can't make it smaller."
"It won't go down?" now she was concerned.
"No, I mean that it wasn't this big before."
Now she smiled. "I told you this would be memorable. I have sort of a 'special talent.' Whenever I go down on a man, he grows. You took a lot of attention, for some reason."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're supposed to grow by 10% each time. You, it took all night before I saw any results." I felt a chill.
"How many times did you do it?"
"Twelve, I think. Thirteen if you count the club."
I stood there for a moment, trying to digest this. I had been at 24", but I could go as low as 8", at least I could until this morning. Maybe her 'talent' had shifted everything larger, so that 27" was now my minimum.
"Um, I have a talent too. I meant to tell you about it last night, but with the pot and everything, I didn't seem able to."
Her eyebrows raised. "Oh?"
"Yes, whenever I get head, the woman's... breasts grow. About 10%. Each time." She stopped smiling, looking at me in alarm. I nodded. She looked down, and discovered the enormous boobs pinning her to the spot. "Oh my god" she said softly. She began to stroke them, reaching as far as she could. "Oh my god."
She looked up. "Do you like them?"
My erection throbbed. I nodded yes, barely able to speak now.
"Tell me", she said, still rubbing her boobs, "did you ever meet a person with rather bluish skin?"
"Nurt?"
"Yes, probably the same," she explained, describing an encounter very similar to mine. Her first wish had been for the ability to make men's penises as big as she wanted. "So, you asked for control over your penis size? And you can't make it smaller now? Can you make it bigger?"
The thought hadn't occurred to me. I concentrated on size: "36 inches," and it swelled out. "Four feet" and it swelled out more. "Sixty inches," I thought, and then had to hold it up with both hands, as five feet of cock stood straight out from my crotch, reaching all the way to where Lisa sat.
"Mm, it just gets better and better." She stopped rubbing her boobs in order to devote her attention to my monstrous schlong, holding the shaft just behind the head with both hands, and licking with the whole of her tongue. "And your other wishes?"
It was getting hard to concentrate on conversation, as my cock felt incredibly sensitive. "Ah, I won a fortune in the Powerball. And of course, I wanted to be able to make women's breasts larger. What were your other wishes?"
"Well, this one you know." She paused to emphasize the point by running her tongue all the way around the engorged head of my cock. "And I only got one other, because I asked for something... Complicated. I wanted to be able to
take
a man's cock, no longer how big it was. Nurt offered me the ability to take one up to a certain size, but I said 'no, no limits', and Nurt said it would cost me both remaining wishes."
"How does that work?"