Alisa whimpered as she set herself into the icy water, which quickly eclipsed her sternum and sent chilly shudders down her spine. Her nipples were like bullets, conversely her cock shrivelled in the face of such cold, its erection flagging rapidly as it returned to a normal size. Though that standard had changed greatly for Alisa after her most recent orgasm, allowing her to flaunt almost four inches regardless of her arousal. But this only led to other problems, such as her clothes.
For the time being, she had no issue unless she got an erection. However, that left little room for the future, as she knew, intimately so, that she wouldn't be able to keep from cumming forever. Certainly not after Bianca returned. And especially since Bianca, herself, would be far more endowed. A shuddering groan of despair escaped Alisa's quaking lips.
She extracted herself from the bath and wrapped a towel around her torso. Her pursed lips kept a gasp from slipping out as the fabric met her erect nipples, though she couldn't deny the relief she felt at having something warm around her chilly body. A freezing bath was her only method of defence against her desires, or rather, it was the only method that wouldn't defeat the purpose. Alisa could already feel that phantom warmth of lust swelling in her gut once again. How long would she last this time? An hour? A minute?
Every time she forced her desire to retreat, it only came back stronger. Alisa glanced down at herself, envisioning her body past the towel, and wondered if her control would last longer if she gave herself some relief. Just a quick one. Nothing more. Just one.
"Stop that!" Alisa snapped at herself, speaking aloud for fear that her lust would drown out the thought. It had been happening more often, ever since she masturbated again - for research purposes, she reminded herself - that her arousal seemed to have its own voice. And knew how to use it too. It felt like a seductress was at her side, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
How could she ignore something in her own mind? Alisa pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, pushing her worries aside in favour of focusing on the low grumble in her stomach. The sun had begun to set outside, and she hadn't eaten much throughout the day, forbidding herself from moving since her genitals would rub against her clothes and send chilling, yet simultaneously blazing, waves through her. Her stomach rumbled voraciously at the thought of food and led her way to the kitchen.
All thoughts of arousal dissipated as she settled into a familiar routine of cooking. Her parents, at their insistence of a pristine lifestyle, had refused to cook properly, opting for cleanly made microwave meals. Alisa then spent as much time as she could learning how to cook, earning several cuts in the process. Unfortunately, student life didn't lend itself to using energy for anything beyond sleeping, studying and eating. Prepping food simply required too much time, even for the quick meals.
As such, Alisa relished the chance to cook from scratch. The focus it required to avoid cutting herself, making sure the onions didn't burn, adding seasoning as her palate dictated, left no room for her desires to surface. Or so she had thought.
A subtle moan slipped from her lips, but went unnoticed in her concentration. As did the fact that she was constantly brushing her crotch against the counter, rubbing harder as a prominent bulge swelled to life. Alisa stirred the curry, eying it carefully for any inconsistencies, then took a short sip. She sighed from what she thought to be the taste, even as she ground her groin against the wooden counter. The sensations eventually subsumed her focus, drawing it away from her hobby and to her own lustful delight.
"Hmm... Shit!" Alisa shouted, startled, as her hand slipped, just slightly, and brushed against the hot saucepan in which her curry bubbled. Her arousal immediately flitted away as she ran her hand under cold water. It wasn't a bad burn in comparison to what could have been and only stung. Still, she clenched her jaw to keep from sounding pathetic as she tended to her injury. She shut off the heat to the stove, letting her curry and rice rest, while she wrapped her left hand up.
No reason for a burn to ruin a meal, Alisa told herself, as she had many times before. She managed to serve herself the simple meal. Simple, but delicious she thought with a slight smile and settled in for her dinner. Plenty remained, as such she carefully sealed it for tomorrow. Bianca enjoyed a home cooked meal as much as she did, even if it was reheated. When her stomach was sated and her mind lethargic from the large dinner, Alisa sat on her bed and idly wondered about the growth afflicting her. More so, she couldn't help but strip down and look at what it had done to her.
Alisa had been happy with her size beforehand. It was easy for her to masturbate with, something she doubted most guys considered when they wished for bigger dicks, and hardly a burden to conceal. Not to mention that, despite what it was, her cock matched her petite figure and even fit in to an extent. Her member had been smooth and almost feminine to her eye.
And now it was a huge monster dangling halfway down her thighs without a hint of erection. Veins riddled its surface, also, like a maze of thick lines that led to her tip. They weren't quite ostentatious in her current state, but Alisa doubted she would forget how they felt pounding against her fingers, and it was impossible to miss them regardless of what state she was in. As was the purple head peeking out from her uncircumcised foreskin. Was it always so thick and bulbous? She wondered.
"This stuff is crazy," Alisa bemoaned and rubbed at the temples of her head, yet didn't look away from her now more than respectable member. A small surge of pride brought a smile to her lips, as she thought of how many guys would be jealous of her endowment, and how excited Bianca would be just by looking at her. But she knew Bianca, while kind and loving and a true delight in bed, enjoyed the 'finer'... cocks in life.
Maybe just another inch would be fine? Just one more orgasm. That's all she would need. Alisa gulped and tried to push the thoughts back to the corner of her psyche, but the warmth and satisfaction of her meal still radiated from her gut, allowing her desires free reign. Almost. The fear of what might happen if she gave in stifled their crusade, yet it was a losing battle. Fear couldn't overwhelm lust.
"I shouldn't," Alisa whispered, but licked her lips slowly, in exactly the way that she had seen Bianca do when she was horny. She could see her lover so clearly in her mind's eye, flaunting her now huge breasts and ass, groping them as she spread her legs to show how wet she was, "Bianca," Alisa moaned in her growing lustful stupor.
If she didn't stop, then would she ever? Could she stop herself later? Alisa's brow furrowed deeply as her own mind waged a three-sided war against itself. One side searched desperately for a reason to justify her inevitable masturbation, another tried to reason with the others to stop this madness, and another pleaded to give in. Her voice of reason turned to a harsh whisper as her hand, unconsciously, wrapped around her flaccid shaft. A pulse went through her length in response, as if overjoyed to be held.
"I did say I'd send her a video," Alisa mumbled under her breath. She glanced to her side and saw her phone there, untouched for hours to avoid temptation. Bianca's pics were still there, the first concrete proof that they were growing. Warmth rapidly spread across her body at the memory of seeing her girlfriend's breasts, once large and perky, grow to sizes most women dreaded and most men craved. And she could grow even bigger, Alisa reminded herself with a stifled moan.
Even before this 'curse' took hold, Alisa rarely denied her lusts. She had taken pride in being able to balance her schoolwork, relationship and self-love. Now, however, she could barely focus on keeping her hands away from her own body. Let alone think straight, much less study. The memory of the mock exam flashed through her mind, how her desires had manifested themselves in her answers. If she denied them for much longer, would that happen again? Would she even be able to leave the dorm room?
Alisa knew she would have to. She would need to greet Bianca tomorrow, get her mail, go grocery shopping, and go to classes. While they were all easily solved with a few phone calls, Alisa couldn't stand the idea of being a shut-in. Especially if her cock was the reason for it. Her member never ruled her life before, and it wouldn't now. She bit her lip and grabbed her phone. Compromise was important in any scenario.
She would sate her desires, if only slightly, and gain her life in return. Alisa bit her lip as she one-handedly opened the camera and set it to record. She set it down, such that it would capture her lower body and see her member rise to its full glory, dwarfing her delicate hand. Her svelte frame juxtaposed her cock, which now visibly throbbed with desire and wept pre-cum. The slick fluid quickly ran down its shaft and met Alisa's hand. A full-bodied shudder passed through her body.
For a moment, she hesitated. But only a moment, for her desire's whims would not be denied. Her fingers tightened slightly as she stroked along her length, causing her breath to hitch in pleasure, and brought her spare hand to her breast. The soft flesh depressed under her fingers as she groped herself, palming her tender mound and pinching its tip between her thumb and forefinger. Pleasure blasted through her like lightning.
Only a few minutes later and Alisa couldn't suppress her moans. Her eyes lulled shut, head leaning back into her pillows, and her lips parted with hungry murmurs. The sensation of her hand traversing eight inches, nearly double her former length, was intoxicating somehow. Was it a sense of power? The curse?
