Everything was a blur. Vague shapes came and went, colours smeared into one another and voices echoed nonsensically. Only one thing was clear to her dulled consciousness; pleasure. A pure, unending bliss that ebbed and flowed like tidal waves, pulling her under, refusing to let her surface beyond the sea of euphoria. Even as the darkness enveloped her, she continued to exist in that pleasure. She would be glad to drown in it.
Alisa inhaled sharply and jerked upright. Her short hair whipped with her movement, sending a streak of thick, creamy white gunk splattering into a nearby wall. It stuck fast and oozed thickly as if unperturbed by gravity's natural law. She rubbed at her bleary eyes, then grimaced at the feeling of something both slimy and crusty on her face, and the rest of her body for that matter. If she didn't know better she would've thought it was layers of old and fresh cum.
Her eyes blared open and looked down at herself.
"Oh god, fuck," Alisa groaned and fell back. Her head splashed into a huge pool of her seed, its consistency so thick that the concrete below couldn't be seen, let alone felt. Now awake, she was aware of her body and the sense of absolute satisfaction that permeated every inch of it. Even the morning after Bianca's return couldn't compare. It didn't hurt that she had so much more mass to feel with now.
A low whimper squeaked in her throat as she hesitantly moved her hands along her stomach. Most of it was covered in her ejaculate, which followed her fingers like clingy children. Her ribs stuck out clearly from her abdomen, while her already small bust had diminished over the past week. She hadn't eaten much, often too distracted by her desires to fuck the nuns that tended her. Though it seemed that her efforts were in vain.
"I should be dead," Alisa muttered when she felt her resized cock. Her hands were nowhere near the middle, or even a quarter of its length from what she could tell. The girth told her all that she needed to know. She spread out her fingers across the top, hoping that they at least matched the width, but they fell short of the sides. Her balls merely compounded her inhuman growth.
There was no way that her heart could produce enough blood for such a monster. It was the same width as her waist, if not thicker, and her balls forced her legs into a close approximation to the splits. The position pressed her feet into the huge expanse of her sack, its fleshy folds squishing between her toes. Her joints and muscles didn't ache, nor did her cock, despite the insane amount of sex she must've had to reach this size. All of which she couldn't remember a single second of.
In fact, she couldn't remember much after telling Sister Judith to lock her away. Only brief moments of lucidity that became increasingly rare, to the point that she almost believed the previous times were her imagination. Like when she thought Bianca had stepped through the door.
Oh, Bianca, Alisa thought and let out a soft moan. Just recalling her girlfriend was enough to send a rush of desire flooding into her cock, swelling the already tumultuous mass. It rose from its slumber across her grossly oversized balls, breaking through layers of her dried jizz as it engorged with her arousal. Moisture blossomed against her scrotum as her pussy shared in the growing delight, though she had no chance of even touching in such a position. Alisa glanced down to watch and went bug-eyed at the monument.
"You're fucking joking," Alisa gasped. It grew and grew, blotting out the scenery as it demanded her attention like a shrieking child, only this one bellowed huge gouts of pre-cum that fell with a heavy splat. She ran her eyes across her new length, trying to absorb the monstrous size that swallowed her vision. Trying to look away was futile, for her curiosity always jerked her right back.
She had once barely measured six inches in length - five was her average. Now she wondered if those inches had been replaced by feet. It could've been her shock, or simply the angle, but her cock looked bigger than her. Several veins traced a labyrinthian pattern across her shaft, all throbbing in a wave as her blood was pumped rigorously through them. Yet her heartbeat was only as excited as it normally was.
Only once her tower had finished its ascension did it release her gaze. Alisa immediately averted her eyes, hoping to distract herself with her surroundings. She was in a courtyard. An archway that led inside was to her right, the doors wide open and let her peer into what looked to be a cafeteria. She made out several figures, all slumped over what looked like exercise balls. Alisa immediately changed target to the once grey walls, now painted an off-white tone in her cum. She turned her attention to the sky, but her cock was conspicuously in her view.
Eventually, her eyes settled on the nearby fountain. It was covered in ivy and moss and splattered in her cum, though it wasn't doused like everything else appeared. She studied the faint markings engraved in the destitute stone, then she saw a familiar face peer around the basin.
"Sister Judith?" Alisa rasped and propped herself up, forcing her cock to rest against her cheek and shoulder. The heat was intense, as was the potent aroma of sweat, cum, pussy and her member's naturally virile musk. It never affected her before, yet she was certain her heartrate hastened as she breathed it in. A faint rippled shuddered within her feminine half.
"Thank goodness," Sister Judith sighed in relief when she revealed herself. Her habit was skewed atop her head and her dress was covered in drops of white, though nothing had landed on her skin, "You've come to your senses... mostly."
"I-I'm sorry," Alisa flushed as she glanced at her monumental erection, "I think I'm in control right now."
"I should hope so," Judith huffed, "After everything you did to the girls, it's a miracle you're all still alive."
"I'm sorry," Alisa repeated, leaning forward against her cock like a support column. Warmth bubbled within her testes as she put some weight on them. Her legs unconsciously squeezed the vast orbs, each greater than an average yoga ball in size, "I don't know what happened."
"Well, you're all right now," the nun took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Alisa noticed a faint shade of crimson bloom on Judith's cheeks as she righted her habit, "I've, uh, got something you might want."
"What is it?" Alisa frowned and grunted as she stood, then gasped when her cock tumbled forward. It looked smaller from that position, though she doubted it was anything less than four feet from how long it seemed compared to her own height. Her balls stretched out to either side of it and even extended past her legs. There'd be no hiding herself now.
"Bianca told me about the gypsy. I've got..."
"Bianca was here?!" Alisa shouted. Her cock jerked and sent a burst of pre-cum crashing into a nearby wall, while her balls loudly gurgled and distended further. Blood plumped up her nipples and clit, the former rubbed against her churning testicles. She bit down a moan.
"Yes," Sister Judith gawked at where the translucent pre had struck. A series of cracks extended from the impact point, "I should hope that she left before this."
"I hope so," Alisa agreed, unwilling to reveal how that prospect disappointed her, "What were you saying before?"
"Hmm? Ah, yes. I believe this is the address for the gypsy that cursed you both," Judith held up a piece of paper, mercifully kept dry under her dress.
"Are you serious?" Alisa beamed and stepped forward, then moaned as her legs bounced her heavy scrotum. She was keenly aware of the cum that churned within the confines, each ball no doubt containing enough to overflow a bathtub. Though she couldn't be certain, not when the curse had already wreaked so much havoc on her body. For all she knew, her cum production had spontaneously catapulted itself to fill an entire room.
"Y-yes, you should be able to return to normal with this." The nun contemplated the paper, then raised her eyes to linger on Alisa's cock. Alisa saw her gaze move along the oversized length, trailing every vein, before stalling at the angry-purple head capped by a thick helping of pre-cum, which dribbled lazily onto the ground below. There was no disguising the lust on Sister Judith's face. Nor the desire that it evoked in Alisa.
"You should go," Alisa breathed, though her voice was weak, even in her mind.
"You're right," Sister Judith whispered, her tone equally airy, "Before I... do... something..." she didn't seem to notice how she stepped forward with each syllable, carrying herself closer to the source of one of the greatest sins she could commit. Or rather, she seemed not to care. The nun let the paper fall into a fortunately dry patch of grass as her hands moved across her body. They pressed against her crotch, shoving against her dress to rub at her undoubtedly damp sex.
