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.
"My dear," I said, moving in front of her and gently taking her breasts in my hands, "I am the picture of physical perfection. Despite the fact that you are indeed attractive, I wish to make some changes to you to better suit my more carnal needs. You wouldn't mind that, now would you?" With the final words I sent a small push at her mind. No, she wouldn't mind at all if I had any say in the matter.
"No baby, Of course I don't mind. But I still don't know how you'll fit that thing inside me!" She motioned to my bulging loincloth with her eyes and I smiled at her warmly.
"Well, we'll just fix that up right now, won't we?" I said, and I focused on her anatomy. Now, it had taken me a couple of tries at first, and several women had been left with a bruised uterus or an inability to walk for a month or two, but I had perfected a way to make anything fit inside my lovers. I reached inside of her and connected her vaginal walls to her throat, doing the same with her anus (two separate tracts of course). It took a lot of rearranging of organs that were usually considered important, but over the years I had mastered the process.
"Oh, God, what is that?" She moaned, not in pain because I had managed to eliminate that with practice. However, the rearranging of that much pipe would never be considered comfortable. It was something that I wished was pleasurable, but I hadn't yet figured out how to do that. In an apology of sorts, I doubled the number of nerve endings inside of her, and all over her body. Every touch would bring a quick response from her. My cock was not only long, it was thick, and I had found a solution for that as well. I made her love tunnels far more elastic, ensuring that they wouldn't rip but would remain as tight as ever. She would feel every vein, ridge, and bump along my cock and so far ladies had loved it.
"I won't bother trying to explain it to you, lets just say that if you feel a tickle in your throat, it will probably be me." I had finished everything on the inside of her body, so I began to focus on her more noticeable features. Now these transformations I always made sure were very pleasurable. "Now I know you have delightful little curves dear, but I want a fuck toy, not a normal girl. These are going to have to get bigger eventually, but we'll save all of that for later."
With that I stepped back in front of her and slowly stripped off my loincloth, and the leather was warm from the heat radiating from my manhood. Finally freed from its prison my cock uncoiled into its 14-inch majesty. I lifted the loincloth up and allowed my balls to fall freely, jostling each other as they settled into place. They were hairless and smooth, and I knew she would like them. I looked at her face and she stood there, where I had left her, slack-jawed and wide-eyed in amazement. It might as well have been her first Christmas. I looked down to her pussy to see dew beginning to form in her light tufts of hair.
"I see that you like me. You like me a lot." I still held the loincloth in my hand and I held it up to her face. I knew that now she could smell my musky scent, a heady aroma that left her inhaling deeply for more. "Do you want to taste it?" I asked, lifting the leather higher.
"Please, let me! It smells so good!" She cried.
"Well, you've been very good my dear," I began, drawing it out to tease her. "I think that you've earned a taste." I held the cloth up to her mouth and she lapped hungrily at it. Intoxicated by the salty taste she rolled her head back and moaned in delight. She went back in for more and I slowly drew the cloth away from her mouth. She craned her head forward, still unable to move, but to no avail. It was too far away and she couldn't possibly reach it. "Somebody seems a little over-eager."