Warning: The following contains graphic adult content. It also contains rampant exaggeration; so if you have a problem with insanely large body parts, leave now. We don't want to hear you complaining about it. Oh, and if you're not over 18, then don't read the rest.
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I had been given a power: not a talent for athletic prowess, not a simple skill, but a power that no mortal had any business claiming ownership of. I suppose that I must have been born with it, and it's possible I've been using it subconsciously even as a toddler. However, it was only during puberty that I began consciously using the powers I was given. Within my power's scope lay all of you; with it, I can sculpt your minds and your bodies, bend you to my will and re create you to suit my pleasure. Initially I had tried to ignore it, to not take advantage of an unfair ability. IT was only 5 years ago when I began truly allowing myself to relish in it, and I have truly capitalized on my strengths.
Originally I was not bad-looking, but I was certainly not the stud I have made myself into. I am approximately 6'3" with brown hair and blue eyes, seemingly indistinguishable from the crowd. However, not every man has a cock that can inflate at will. Currently as I'm walking down the street it's a measly 7 inches flaccid, nothing compared to its size when I start having a little fun. My balls were shrunken to avoid unwarranted attention as well, only the size of kiwis for now. But I'm on the hunt today, so they will have their chance to come out and play soon enough.
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I walked into the lobby of an upscale hotel to find a bright young face smiling back at me. She was short, around 5'3", but had nice curves for her frame. Nothing obscene, but they definitely looked nice on her. She had blond hair down to her shoulder, and wore the uniform of the hotel. She looked like their concierge. She seemed delightfully innocent, but I cautioned myself to not make my selection too soon.
"Hello sir, welcome to the Prestige! The check-in desk is to your left." The blond seemed to sing her words rather than speak them. I took that as confirmation that she was as innocent as she had appeared. Of course, I could always confirm that very easily without even speaking with her.
I reached out with my mind to feel hers, and the result was nothing short of arousing. I felt around in her mind for a little while and found out that she was a good church-going girl, the pastor's daughter in fact. This fact alone pushed me over the edge and I made my decision there and then. I had my new toy, now all I had to do was bring it home and unwrap it.
You want to go home with him, I told her, making sure the image of my face flashed through her mind as she heard what she thought was her own thought. You will go tell your manager that you have fallen ill, I whispered within her mind, and then you will meet him in front of the hotel.
As I finished my instructions I watched her eyes unfocus. Suddenly she snapped to attention, gave me a million dollar smile, and went to the check-in desk. Whoever was there took her at her word (why would daddy's little girl lie?) and she was off in an instant to get whatever things she left in her work locker. I left the hotel and waited outside. She walked up beside me only minutes later and we began walking to my house. The games were about to begin.
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Here we were at my home in the "Dungeon" as I lovingly called it. I wasn't deep into Sadism, but I liked the ring of the name. I put her to sleep and stripped her down, and decided it was time to get to work. First I wanted to take my true form, or at least my more sexually oriented form. First I grew to 7 feet tall, thickening out until I looked like a cross between a NBA player and a gladiator. Then came the time for the main course. I let my cock grow to 14 inches long flaccid before I decided it was time to stop. It was as big around as my wrist and it might as well have been wearing a watch. The cock would grow to around 20 inches erect, but eventually I would work my toy to sizes far larger than that. I shifted my attention lower to my neglected balls, now looking like peanuts compared to my goliath frame. I wanted to really fill the church girl up, so I made them each the size of a coconut to star off with allowing the sack to hang almost a foot from my groin. I was almost ready to wake her up, but I needed to make a few changes to her brain first.
It was at this point that I was unsure of what I wanted to do with this girl. On the one hand, I could make her my devoted sex slave and have her slave over my cock like the slut she wanted to be deep down. On the other, I could make her even more prim and proper. Working for it always made the final result sweeter. I decided to go the middle route. I made her fall passionately in love with me so that she wouldn't be too much of a pain, but I let her keep her religious morals so that she would be more hesitant about our acts. Perfect.
I opened her mind up and she opened her eyes, taking in my appearance. I was nude but for a leather loincloth which was backed to bursting with my cock. Luckily I wasn't har, so bursting wasn't an issue yet. She looked up at me with an awed expression.
"Oh my God baby, you never said you were that big! I don't know if we should do this!" she was protesting, but the fire that burned in her eyes confirmed that she was the whore I had thought she could be.
"Don't worry darling, I won't split you in half." I said in a voice that rumbled deep within my chest. "Besides, you mustn't worry yet. Your changes have yet to begin!"
With that I paralyzed her, leaving only her face mobile, and stood her in the middle of the room much like I would have positioned a mannequin.
"Why can't I move? What are you doing to me?" She started to panic, and I enjoyed her fear for the time being. I hadn't gone too far in making her an insatiable slut.