In the goddess’s name

by TallSlimTony   

An acolyte who serves a goddess of pleasure seeks to commune with her one on one. Becoming her chosen follower, he gains interesting abilities that transform both himself and his lovers. His temple pursues pleasure and fulfilment in all its forms. How will his growing desire for sex, cum, and satiation affect their efforts?

“You do realise this will take time to accomplish,” her expression was unchanging, but her tone scathing, “and I will need some materials that I cannot gather alone.”

The young man, in long flowing robes of sheer silk nodded hesitantly. “Of course I do.” He paused, waiting for a response, though none came.

“What do you need me to do?”

Gathering the thin fabric of his gown-like robes around his knees, the young acolyte picked his way through the tangled woodlands, avoiding sharp branches that might mark his smooth shins. He murmured to himself as he walked, “Brown stalk with flared gills, green tree bark with thick white sap, holly and mistletoe intertwined, brown stalk with flared gills, green tree…” It was a finder’s mantra to stop him from forgetting the specific instructions the witch has given him before sending him deeper into the woods.

The almost see-through garments he wore did little to protect Cadmus from the cooling weather. The robes, designed both for comfort during temple duties and to highlight the sexual and appealing figures and genitals of the acolytes, allowed the wind to move them with ease, sending occasional shivers over the young man’s pale and almost hairless skin.

He squashed down the regret daring to float up through his toned stomach; he wanted this. He needed this. He had always felt like his goddess’s chosen, but this would prove it. Direct communion with the goddess Satis. Even if he hadn’t been surrendered to the temple as a young man, he would have chosen this life and knew he was destined to serve her as one of the highest in her Order.

He had few memories of his life before the temple, when he was given to the temple in late adolescence, partly because it felt like his life had truly started when he started his novice training, and partly due to the divine magic that the higher priests performed to help novices dedicate themselves fully to their divine calling. He knew only that he had always loved pleasure, and pleasing others. Perhaps he’d been too hedonistic as a young man; too eager to stick his massive cock in any hole willing to try and take him.

Of his fellow acolytes, most of whom he had trained with as a novice, he was the most well-hung. To the extent where, even when meeting other temple clergy of his order, he had never seen a cock larger than his own. It was beautiful too, smooth and plump. In his capacity as an acolyte, he did not use it. In his temple his role was as a Receiver and Receptacle. While his largest asset was clear to see, his role was to extend his pleasure, and bring more pleasure to others. This was made obvious to the temple adherents and worshippers by the impressive cage that encased his cock, a filigree mesh of gold with detailing that resembled the iconography of his temple’s goddess, Satis.

Cadmus was never happier than when enabling an adherent of Satis to worship her; to use his body and his skills to bring them and himself great pleasure. He loved never more than bringing men, women, and more to shuddering orgasm. Especially men. His own tastes, while broad, trended towards larger, muscular, masculine people.

His most potent worship sessions and orgasms had come from people like this. The cage prevented him from orgasming in most encounters, so when an adherent could bring him to climax, it was always spectacular: a quaking and drawn-out orgasm, with his seed spilling out from the cage in copious amounts. The whole temple was often aware when someone had made Cadmus cum, as his shouts of pleasure echoed through the halls of pink-tinted marble.

Cadmus traipsed through the woods, using his sandals to push back fronds of random flora he could not name; he was only a few hours walk from the city, but already these woods were unfamiliar and alien to him. It was the domain of exiles, pagans, and witches. Which is exactly why he was here.

He’d heard rumours of a time when the Deities freely communicated with their worshippers, and came from their high halls to be among them, guide them, and bless them. Those days were long gone, and seemingly the rituals to forge a connection were lost to time. Though there were whispers of how those rituals had been hidden, due to their heretical arcane nature; a dark magic that defied the Deities.

He had spent a lot of his hard-earned money and precious time to follow those whispers, to eventually track down the witch who could help him commune directly with his goddess. He was risking prison time, or goddess-forbid conscription, if he was caught.

Though he was also reminded of the myth of Caeneus, one of the heroes of his order, a man who was treasured fro his unique beauty and attributes. Often depicted as a beautiful man with the genitals of a woman, or sometimes a person neither male nor female but existing across many genders and sexes. He was described as one of Satis’s chosen, a rare and treasured beauty. Cadmus had seen many depictions of him in artworks and statues and icons throughout his training and time in the temple. Perhaps “strange” and “unusual” bodies would be pleasing to his goddess.

As he foraged, he could not help but think back on his work, facilitating the worship of the goddess of pleasure. This had been the longest he had gone without regular stimulation or sex in many years, and he found himself unable to rip his thoughts away from sexual desires.

He felt a stirring in his groin, a tightening inside the golden filigree cage that entrapped his penis, as he reminisced on his temple duties.

Recently, an army general, resting in the city on rotation, had come to the temple to pay his respects to his chosen Goddess. It was not uncommon to see new faces worshipping at the temple, though most merely attended a low mass to achieve the bare minimum of civility and propriety before completing their other, much more interesting, errands.

This general, however, was a true adherent of the Goddess. The acolyte had spied him, and arranged his positioning, and duties so that he could keep catching glimpses of him through the service. He used his training well, angling his body and face to, casually, allow his toned and curved body to peep through the draped fabric of his sheer robes. Ensuring he was always in the general’s eyeline, and on occasion making eye contact.

The general was brutally handsome, and obviously a large and muscular man; his body tough and strong from years of training and hard-fought battles.

The acolyte thanked the Goddess when he overheard the general asking to engage in true worship. He knew he would be selected as the vessel, and relished the opportunity to serve his Goddess through such an attractive adherent.

The worship was a blur, but a highly pleasurable blur that the acolyte thrilled in reliving. The general was gentle, and dedicated, in his worship. While the acolytes were trained to maximise and extend their pleasure, to best serve their Goddess, almost none of it was needed with the general.

Though his hands were large, and rough, he was gentle and soft. His body was muscular, and large. When fully nude he towered over the acolyte, whose head only came up to the middle of his bulging square pectorals. Eye level with the deep cleft of his chest, the acolyte watched as light perspiration moved down the coarse and dark hair that curled over the general’s powerful torso and arms. The acolyte had to crane his neck to look the general in the eye, and everywhere he looked there was a wall of solid muscle. He felt the familiar tightening around his cage, especially as the general knelt to kiss the cage with due deference and ritual, as expected.

The general touched him lightly, and with care, but also with great passion and need. There was an urgency as his strong arms held the acolyte’s toned and lithe body down, administering kisses, sampling and tasting the acolyte’s whole body. He was an expert in finding those erogenous zones, and balancing teasing them with firmly kissing the acolyte; he had the acolyte breathing heavily and his cage twitching.

When exploring around his inner thighs and scrotum, dutifully avoiding the golden cage around the acolyte’s penis, the general looked up and asked,

“Are all acolytes this… gifted?” The general made his point clear by slowly looking the acolyte’s prodigious cage from ring to cap, and back again before making eye contact once more; his handsome face all the more thrilling hovering next to the acolyte’s caged cock.

Cadmus would have blushed, were he not already flushed with arousal. His generous size, on such a slight frame, delighted and aroused men and women alike.

“I am particularly blessed by the Goddess, yes. It was a truly divine gift from her, which marked me from adolescence as one of the Goddess Satis’s chosen.”

The general grinned wickedly, before using his impressive strength to flip the acolyte onto his stomach, then delving between his pert cheeks.

The passion that ensued was truly worthy of the Goddess Satis’s attention. Never before had the acolyte felt such pleasure, at the hands of such a talented and attentive lover. The powerful muscles driving the large and heavy cock pounding his hole and prostate, the solid body holding him down, and the passionate mouth buried in his neck telling him he was beautiful and praising his goddess was overwhelmingly pleasurable for the time acolyte.

The acolyte felt the pleasure build and build until he felt himself approaching orgasm. The general saw the acolyte’s hands grip the bed sheets, felt his body arch up into his pelvis, and took the cues to pound full force into the well-hung, caged, young man. The general felt the acolyte’s hole tighten around his cock and heard him wail in pleasure as an orgasm rocked his body. From the large, golden cage, stuffed with turgid flesh, came a heavy spurting of thick cum, pooling in the bedsheets. Bringing the beautiful acolyte to orgasm through penetration alone, feeling the pulsating squeezing from his hole, brought the general to his own orgasm.

Thrusting heavily, and groaning loudly, as he dumped his hot load into the man’s hole, both of them uttering their goddess’s name in reverence and bliss.

The acolyte felt a dampness on his thigh. It had been a long time since the general’s worship, and the acolyte had not truly orgasmed since. In remembering the ecstasy, his large cock had begun to drool pre-cum onto his legs, leaving cold sticky spots just above his knee where the sweet liquid had escaped his cage.

He had distracted himself, reminiscing about that pleasurable evening and thus pausing in his search for the witch’s ritual’s ingredients. He had facilitated worshippers since the general, but none had brought him anywhere near the powerful orgasm that the powerful man had induced in him.

The acolyte was committed fully to his goddess of pleasure and fulfilment. He knew it was his life’s goal to facilitate, cause, and experience as much pleasure and fulfilment as possible, in honour of his goddess. He had buried himself in the ancient tomes, trained in the mysteries of his order, and sought knowledge in far-off sister-cities across the continent. It made him laugh that the answer was on his own doorstep.

A ritual, banned by his order, to commune directly with the goddess herself. It required strong magic, derived from the arcane, infernal, and natural powers, marking it as heretical magic. The thought of partaking in such occult practices made the acolyte shiver with fear. He knew the dangers of such wild and non-divine magics, and had heard far too many tales of witches corrupting their bodies when their blood markings were drawn askew, growing extra limbs, or shrinking in height when they intended to prolong their youth, or enhance their figures.

In his training they were taught how vanity is a cardinal sin, and they only pursued physical beauty to better facilitate the people’s worship of their goddess, and how none of them were to be prideful and self-serving as they were dedicated to serve their goddess only. Cadmus felt the friction between his own pursuit of elevation in the eyes of his goddess with his oath to never walk a sinful path.

Shaking his head lightly, the acolyte refocused himself on gathering the correct ingredients, pushing away thoughts and fears of his body changing beyond his will; and pushing away the terrifying excitement of his body changing in ways which would arouse him. He tried his best not to think what it would be like to have a body like the general’s, hard curves of muscle that take up more space that two small men combined, or a body like the statues of his goddess Satis, feminine swerves and rounded petite intimate areas.

He could not help but sigh with small pleasure as yet more pre-cum leaked onto his legs.

Once again he began to murmur to himself and he continued to rummage through the woodland floor: “...holly and mistletoe intertwined, brown stalk with flared gills…”

He barely knew the witch who was helping him with the ritual, they had been put into contact through a series of shadowy intermediaries, but he knew that she was powerful. Powerful enough to be considered too dangerous for physical punishment or execution, and merely to be exiled from the city by the High Justiciars for her heretical and sinful practices. The Justiciars are smart enough to allow the strong ones to keep their lives and health, as leaving them with nothing to lose is a bad combination with their ability to hurt and harm others. It only takes visiting the blasted ruins of the Old Court district to learn that lesson.

So here he was, nude, except for the delicate golden cage hanging between his firm and shapely things, in the middle of a clearing as a powerful, exiled, heretical witch daubed the mossy ground with liquid chalk.

He recognised some of the symbols she drew; the half-filled amphora that represented his goddess, Lady Satis, the ouroboros that represented all of the divine beings and their eternal nature, symbols for pleasure, gender, sex, and sexuality. But some he did not recognise, and he feared the seemed like corrupted versions of other divine symbols. He looked away from those, unsure if he was shivering from the cold wind across his nude and lightly muscular frame, or from fear.

The witch was dressed in a series of animal furs, feathered garments, and what seemed to be intricately braided hemp twine which came together in a lively shifting mass that obscured the contours of her body, but highlighted her tattooed face and neck. She was mature, but not yet greying, and her tanned skin showed she had been outdoors for most of the summer.

Cadmus regarded her with a watchful eye. She was clearly very skilled, and he could not help but be impressed by her ability to deftly daub the intricate diagram around him.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” The acolyte attempted to break their silence. The witch did not answer him. “This is forbidden magic, it must have been hard to come by accidentally. Did you have a teacher?”

Again there was no response, and the witch did not pause in her ministrations, nor did she look up at the questioning acolyte.

After an uncomfortable length of time, the acolyte went to ask another question, but was cut off as the witch sharply intoned, “This takes a lot of concentration. Pray to your foul goddess if you must, but do not address me again if you wish to survive this.”

“She is not foul.” Insulted by the witch’s words the acolyte murmured a prayer of forgiveness and joy for the witch, partly for her sake, but largely in the hopes Satis would overlook the slight and continue to bless him.

With the ingredients he had gathered, the witch had made a poultice of some sorts, and decorated the acolyte’s body with yet more intricate detailing. The witch-made paint was oddly warm, and helped halt the shivering.

Eventually the witch gingerly stepped out of the large painted circles and symbols, avoiding ruining the lines and turned back to view her work. Nodding with satisfaction she began to gather her tools, and turned to leave.

“Wait!” called the acolyte. “Aren’t you going to begin the ritual?” his voice raised to reach the distance across the clearing.

Waving her hands in the air as if to waft away his question the witch responded, “My part is done, and I have your coin already.” With this she patted the heavy coin purse now tied to her waist. “Whether or not you can complete the ritual is none of my concern.”

The acolyte stared at her receding back with shock and, raising his voice louder, he called, “What do you mean!? I don’t even know how to begin!”

Chuckling over her shoulder as she reached the tree line. “I’m sure you’re a smart enough boy to figure out what your so-called goddess wants from you. But good luck with that pretty little thing on your nethers!” continuing to chuckle to herself she faded into the woods and out of hearing.

The acolyte stood stock still, mouth agape, dumbfounded and naked in a clearing full of chalk doodles and covered in a sticky moss and tree sap gunk that smelled a bit like old jizz.

He felt like an idiot.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he said out loud.

A ritual to commune, one-on-one, with the goddess he’d dedicated his life to, all for the convenient sum of his meagre life’s savings. A con artist’s dream.

Looking down at his painted body, taut, light muscles moving under his skin as he checked the back of his arms, and tried to inspect the backs of his legs. The wit- the con artist had done a surprisingly thorough job. As confidence tricks went, this was certainly thorough…

And what had she meant by good luck with that pretty little thing between your legs? The acolyte looked down at the device that reserved his pleasure for only designated worship, his chastity cage. With it on he could only achieve orgasm through other means, and had never been able to achieve it on his own. He had always needed a talented, and attractive partner to find true climax and release.

Perhaps she wasn’t a fake after all. Indeed this was certainly a lot of trouble to go to, just to rob him. In fact, she could have taken his coin purse while he was gathering ingredients; he’d left it in the clearing. An idea struck the hope-filled acolyte.

The cage was delicate, a fine filigree of soft gold. Strong enough to hold back even Cadmus’ powerful erection, but nowhere near the strength of steel or bronze.

If he removed the cage, there would be a lot of explaining and apologising to do back at the temple. Plus there would be naught to show for his efforts: a con artist heathen convinced me I could have a chat with a goddess if I my myself climax in a cleaning in the woods would not be the best excuse for removing and breaking a temple chastity cage.

But then again, were he to prove himself to Lady Satis and learn more how to please her, his temple would grow in esteem in his Order. Perhaps this would accelerate his path to replacing the High Priest someday, or starting a temple of his own.

He could not allow this chance to pass him, regardless of the risks.

With shaking hands, and the feeling of committing a sin, he reached down to twist and pull at the metal. It was a difficult job, as he wanted to avoid hurting himself. Goddess forbid he cut himself out here, alone, with no one to help him.

But eventually, the gold gave way, and the delicate jewellery twisted under his hand and snapped in several key areas. The more solid base positioned behind his thick shaft and hefty scrotum that had anchored the cage to his body remained, but his large penis was now free for the first time since adolescence.

He had forgotten how large it was, and it did not take long for it to harden and grow. With a tentative hand he gripped the shaft, feeling the warm pulse in response and light pleasure ran through him.

He was an expert at pleasing cocks of all sizes, as was his training, remit, and joy to do, and he quickly found himself to be hard as a rock. His thick cock was pushing his hand open and ty as he might, he was unable to fit his hand around the thick shaft. Gasping at the sensation he had not felt in a very long time, he walked his hands up his solid cock. Starting at the base, he laid hand over hand until he eventually eclipsed the head. It took four goes to do so, four palm lengths of cock.

Breathing heavily he started to slowly caress his member both hands, focusing on the middle of the shaft. He moaned as his wealth of foreskin glided forward and back over the head of his penis, which was huge and swollen. The glans has a broad and flaring curve to it, giving a large ridge to the end of his cock. As his hands brushed against that ridge, electric tingles zipped down his cock to his pelvis, making him involuntarily clench and thrust.

It was a good thing he’d been caged all this time, he thought to himself, otherwise uncountable holes would have been wrecked by this truly massive cock. He preferred his role as Receiver, delighting in the sensations it could bring and the feeling of stretching and fullness, but he knew many would have wanted to try and take his heavy meat.

Wanting to feel as much of it as possible, he pulled his hefty cock up to lie against his torso. It was heavy in his grasp, and scorching hot when it touched his body. He could feel the pulsing of his heartbeat tapped against his body. He was not a tall man, and the tip was far past his navel, reaching for his chest and almost making it.

Stroking faster now, still with both hands, he watched raptly as a large drop of precum flowed from the tip. He let out a low moan as he felt it pulse through his shaft, and then slowly drip to the clearing floor.

More precum began to flow out of the thick head, like a rivulet of hot bronze. Licking his lips, he wondered how he tasted. Were this another man’s cock it would have been deep into his mouth and throat by now.

Acting mostly on instinct, he bent at the waist and guided his fat cockhead to his lips. His flexibility, short body, and truly huge cock made it an easy journey. With almost no stretch he was licking and kissing the tip of his own cock. The head felt truly huge and broad against his lips, and his precum tasted amazingly sexual as his tongue bathed the glans of his cock.

With more of a stretch he took more of himself into his own mouth. He had to stretch wider than ever before to fit the head in his mouth. When he had achieved that, his slow reverie was lost. He devoured the head of his own cock, using his lips to caress the ridge around the head, his tongue to tease and tickle the slit and the glans, and both his hands to aid his foreskin moving back and forth by stroking the wine-bottle-thick shaft.

His groaning and moaning added vibrations through his penis, and his heavy balls began to tighten against his body as his orgasm approached. He lapped hungrily at his cock, eager to taste and swallow his own load, which were useful plentiful.

“Yes! Oh yes, that feels amazing!” A woman’s voice called out, clearly in ecstasy. Had the witch returned for a spot of voyeurism? Was this her plan all along, to watch him pleasure himself?

Flinching with shock, the acolyte’s heavy cock popped out of his mouth and swung downwards towards his knees under its own heft, slinging a line of precum and saliva across the clearing.

The precum and saliva mix splattered the intruder: the figure of a voluptuous and busty woman, wrapped in a delicate rose pink gossamer sheet, about three times the height of a regular woman, and floating far enough of the ground that a small pony could walk beneath her unfettered.

She was clearly in the throes of near-climax. The fingers of her left hand were buried in her crotch, the heel of her hand elegantly rotating around her clitoris. Her right hand explored her body, teasing nipple and breast or helping her other hand achieve its goals.

“No! Don’t stop! We’re so close, and it feels so good.”

The acolyte was dumbfounded. He had been so lost in his own pleasure, he had entirely forgotten the point of the ritual. Communion with his patron goddess.

As his shock faded, he flung himself before her and began to pray,

“My Lady Satis’, commander of pleasure and witness to fulfilment, I prostrate myself before you in worship, may your…”

“No no no,” she interrupted, “your words are sweet, but your pleasure is sweeter. Please don’t stop. I was so close.”

The look in Satis’s eye was pleading and hungry, but also seductive. Whatever hardness the acolyte had lost from shock was reborn in him. Usually women could do little to arouse him, turned on as he was by all things masculine, but being in the presence of Satis, or at the very least her avatar, filled him with the burning desire to climax.

Getting to his knees he began to masturbate his long cock again, one hand reaching forward to work the end of it, and the other at the base, squeezing the monster’s root to increase the sensation.

He could see that Satis felt his own pleasure. As he felt the waves of sensation flow through him, as he slowed and accelerated his stroking, he saw, felt, and heard Satis’s moans and jerks as her eyes rolled back into her head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh that’s good, yes my child, even faster.”

The acolyte could wait no longer and was desperate to make himself cum, now he was free from his cage. He hunched over once more and dove onto his waiting cock, sucking it with vigour, feeling the girthy appendage quickly ram into the back of his throat.

He sped up, racing towards the finish line.

“Yes! Oh yes! Almost there!”

WIth the divine moaning of his goddess, his own mouth working his cock, and his hands rapidly stroking the humongous member, the acolyte began to climax.

The goddess screamed in ecstasy: staccato burst of high exclamations. If she used words in languages the acolyte understood, he could not hear them, as he was lost in their conjoined haze of orgasm.

He felt the orgasm rushing through his body, his body clenching and penis tensing and spurts of cum began to flood his mouth. It tasted better than any other cum he had tasted before. He swallowed it down, further aroused by sucking himself to completion and having his own cum in his stomach. The volume was too much, and he reared his head back to breath, and let out his own shuddering moan, making eye contact with his goddess.

His cum lanced through the air, splattering her thighs and feet, somehow missing the floating gossamer sash that tangled itself around her body as a simulacrum of clothing.

He could not feel his climax lessening, it continued on and on. New waves of pleasure pulsed through the duo, and the acolyte’s cock continued to spew thick cum into the air. Through some divine means, the cum did not hit the ground, but remained in the air, orbiting the two in their joint bliss.

In fits, and starts, and with shuddering breaths, the masturbating, orgasming goddess of pleasure spoke to her adherent and acolyte,

“My most dedicated servant… I shall bestow thee a gift. Though… it will mean… the loss of your first blessing.” The goddess paused for a while as a stronger wave of orgasm wracked her body and left her speechless.

The acolyte felt the same wave, and fell to all fours, thrusting uselessly at the air, still pouring cum from his hefty cock.

“You shall be… my chosen one… my conduit on this plane… my most trusted servant, if… you accept this gift.”

Able to stand once again, the acolyte resumed stroking his cock with both bands, grunting with the intense pleasure as an unbelievable amount of cum continued to spurt from his monster.

He replied reverently, “Anything for you, Lady Satis. I accept!”

With a final orgasmic cry the goddess flung back her head and fade, first into transparency, and then into nothingness.

The acolyte’s own impossibly long orgasm ended, and he slumped to the floor of the clearing, panting and smiling widely. It was one of the longest and strangest orgasms he had ever experienced. He chuckled lightly to himself. The ritual had worked! Unless that was some sort of orgasmic delirium he had just spoken to, and perhaps had some strange psychic sex with, the goddess he had dedicated his life to and lived to serve. Tears welled in his eyes at the beauty of the moment, and post orgasmic bliss.

Looking down his body he saw the ritual marking were gone, replaced with some splatterings of his cum. He raised a hand to his lips to lick off some of the remaining cum, but as he did so it floated from his hands, as did the cum from the rest of his body, and it joined the rest of his heavy load orbiting him mid-air above the clearing. Realising he was about to witness one of Lady Satis’s miracles, he rolled from his side to sit up straight, his softening dick flopping over his thigh and the tip brushing against the taller blades of grass.

The acolyte watched as divine magics manipulated the cum in the air. It swirled like the movement of the planets in the night sky. Lonely wanderers of pearly essence. The globules began to move faster around him, until he was captured in a high-speed orbit of white brilliance. The influence of Satis was still obvious, as the whole clearing remained bathed in a pinkish light, like a blushing youth.

From the clearing floor the discarded ornate gold of the now defunct cock cage rose into the air, tinted a rose tone by the hue of the divine light, and began to weave itself into a new shape.As the acolyte panted, still robbed of breath from the intense orgasm, he watched in awe as the gold spun itself into the shape of an amphora, the symbol of his goddess,

The amphora interrupted the high speed orbit of enchanted cum, capturing the spent seed inside its hollow body. A small stopper sealed the half-filled vessel and the excess gold wound itself into a braided chain, which affixed itself snugly around the acolyte’s neck. He flinched slightly at the touch, as it was cold and slightly damp from lying in the grass. The small, golden amphora helped connect the chain, and it sat comfortably against Cadmus’ throat, just his firm pectoral muscles, feeling strangely warm against his chest.

Reaching up to feel it the gold was smooth and well-finished, the warmth of the cum-filled amphora seeping into his body. He found the chain had no clasp, and was too small to lift over his head, not that he wished to do that. What a strange gift from his goddess, a near-choking pendant that sealed away some of his own cum. He chuckled breathlessly at the humour of the situation.

A light dragging sensation across his leg told him his cock was still softening, and shrinking back to its usual, though not by any means small, size. Cadmus began to plot what story he would tell his temple about how his cock cage became lost. Then he felt something odd.

A tightening passed over his now flaccid member, like stepping into a cool pool rather than the baths at the hot spring. He would have assumed it was drying and cooling cum, a sensation he was very familiar with on his body but all of it had been trapped in the amphora. This sensation felt different and new.

He reached down to check, and found his penis felt less… plump than usual. Bending closer to investigate he saw with a mild curiosity that his penis looked smaller than usual, and the thick gold ring that had secured his cage in place was now loose whereas for many years it had been tightly held in position by his unusual girth.. Perhaps the massive orgasm had tired the big fella out, he thought.

But the tightening feeling continued and in fact his penis looked like it was actually getting smaller. No longer did it resemble a hefty shank of meat, but a far more reasonable size. He would have reassured himself that it was ‘still big’ but it continued to shrink. His testes too were dwindling, from resembling decorative stone eggs the nobility loved to purchase from the markets to something more like a hen’s egg, though soon more like a quail’s egg and getting smaller.

He truly began to be concerned he would lose his cock all together when the once snug cock ring fell from his genitals and, with a small thud, hit the clearing floor. He had never used his cock, as bade by his betters at the temple, but it broadcast his virility and desirability to adherents, worshippers, and Satis other patrons.

He stared in a mixture of curiosity, surprise, and mild horror, and his once humongous cock shrank to something most men would commit a sin to have, something most men would be happy to show off in public, to what most men had, through something that would make many men feel (unrightfully, as all sizes are beautiful) shameful about.

His hairless scrotum and testes were undergoing the same process. Shrinking and retreating close to his body. It was not a painful sensation, but but odd to say the least. The tightening and shrinking was somewhat pleasing, like winter air on the face. The acolyte simply watched, regulating his breathing, as surely this was his goddess’s will, as his genitals shrunk into his body, and rearranged themselves into a new form. He tried to reassure himself that Lady Satis’s wisdom was not misplaced in administering this transformation upon him.

He finally understood the end-point of the transformation as his penis vanished almost entirely and he felt his internal organs begin to shift, again not an unpleasant sensation, as a new space was created inside of him. He felt pressure against his organs, and against his prostate, as the new space grew inside of him, and let out a soft moan and the sensation became pleasurable.

As the transformation slowed down, he saw as his former penis shifted and became a clitoris, and his testes vanished as his scrotum became his labia. He had seen, and pleasured his fair share of vulvae and clitorises, and knew that his was quite a large clitoris. Girthy and standing proud from his thick labia, with a light smattering of curled pubic hair.

The transformation was complete.

Mouth agape, the acolyte explored his new form, his soft hands feeling his soft folds of his new area. He felt the familiar sensation of getting an erection, but less localised. With his hand he felt the area swell and grow turgid with blood. He lay back in the grass once again, and with talented fingers opened himself and explored the inviting wetness.

Very soon he reached a shuddering orgasm on the mossy floor of the clearing that ricocheted through his whole body. Though the feeling was somewhat the same, it was also completely different. It felt something akin to the orgasms he achieved through anal sex alone. With slick fingers he took the hand from his new pussy and began to finger his other hole, his other hand replacing them inside his vagina.

Remarkably he still had a prostate. The extra feeling of fullness had him panting and sweating quickly. His fingers continued their work, and he quickly reached orgasm again. And again. And again…

As he brought himself to repeated orgasm, he was again reminded of Caeneus, and his pleasure was redoubled in the realisation that he was now classed alongside that mythically beautiful and erotic hero.

After what felt like hours had passed, the acolyte put his hands to rest and slipped into a blissful slumber in the mossy clearing. Though his wrists were sore, and a great change had been thrust upon him, he was eager to return to the temple after a well earned sleep.

The baths were warm, and delicately scented; frankincense burnt in large braziers and their heady smoke blended with the steam to make the air feel warm and thick. The baths were large, and had many branching pools, secluded enclaves, and wide open spaces for the bathers.

Though communal, and generally open to everyone, the baths were large enough for parts to be assigned for different purposes, including sections for those who worked for the city, like religious orders and political factions.

The acolyte, and his fellow acolytes, frequented the areas designated to their goddess and their order, either for relaxation away from the public, or to conduct private worship; they had at times been known to explore the mixed sections as well, flaunting their attractive and sensual bodies to illicit desire and pleasure in the bathers, and perhaps to satisfy those desires as well.

The acolyte Cadmus was in the section reserved for The Pleasurable Order of Lady Satis, with a few of his fellow acolytes. He had lost track of some of them, as they had been waylaid by admirers and friends. Himself, he was laid on the steps, his back towards the small alcove where the idol of Satis rested, luxuriating in the warm hot spring waters and heady aroma. Allowing the water to relax his defined muscles, and soothe his soul. The warmth of the waters felt surprisingly nice on his new vulva, comforting and satisfying.

It had been a few days since the acolyte’s return from his risky trip to commune with the goddess. He’d had no possible way of hiding that a mystical event had happened to him. His compatriots and superiors all knew the shape of his body intimately, and though they had never handled it directly, none could forget his giant caged cock. So, it was incredibly, and quickly, obvious that it had been replaced upon his return. Especially as the witch had stolen his robes, so he had walked through the streets of the city and into the temple of Satis nude.

The acolyte was no stranger to nudity in public; it was his duty to be pleasing and arousing, and had spent many holy weeks and parades flaunting his erotic physique throughout the districts. What he was not used to, however, was the shock and anger of his temple superiors, hoping they would not be ireful when he returned.

While walking the streets his newly formed clitoris and vulva passed for perhaps a micro-penis, especially as his clitoris was on the larger side, and Satis’s acolytes all came in many shapes and sizes so that in itself was no cause for concern in the general public on the streets. Though some keen adherents of Satis did approach him reverently in the hopes of worshipping, but a demure gesture was enough to halt them in their tracks. The respect that temple workers had in the city was well-earned.

Some more astute and learned adherents merely stared as Cadmus passed them by. He caught a few of their whispers, and felt a swell of pride when he realised they were praising Satis and mentioning Caeneus.

The temple’s priests, however, were experts in matters of the body, and knew Cadmus’s form intimately, and immediately knew our acolyte had undergone a drastic transformation. The acolyte had entered the order’s sepulchre, through the side entrance as he did not want to disrupt any worshippers, and immediately been seen by the High Priest of Satis, Erasmus.

Entering the room Cadmus saw the High Priest, tall and slender with noble features; his arched brows helped express his shock as he turned to glimpse the acolyte’s unannounced return.

“Acolyte Cadmus! Thank the goddess you’re alive! Explain to me, this instant, why I should not strip you of your rank an—” The High Priest had been busying himself with something, tidying up after some messy acolytes no doubt, but halted, mid-admonishment, as he looked more closely at our acolyte, Cadmus.

“By the Goddess… What has happened to you, Cadmus.”

The High Priest was a tall man, with a handsome yet cold face. His bone structure was pronounced and strong, giving him a square jaw with sharp corners, a high brow and cheekbones that made him look severe and dominating. He was not broad or muscular, but was lithe and well-toned; his strong and slender body was like a willow cane, flexible but resilient. He dressed in his formal attire of deep fuschia silken robes. Though not see-through like the acolyte’s, the robes were delicately arranged strips of fabric that revealed much of his physique, and like the rest of the temple her wore no undergarments, so his nicely sized genitals were on display from most angles.

“High Priest Erasmus,” Cadmus answered smoothly and calmly, “please accept my most sincere apologies for my unauthorised absence from temple duties. I pray to Satis you forgive me, if that is what you desire.” With this, Cadmus knelt before the High Priest in the way befitting one of their order; he turned and faced away from Erasmus, bent so his knees, palms, and forehead were flat against the tiled floor, and spreading his knees wide ensured his toned, rounded behind was lifted as high in the air as possible. Years of training this position gave Cadmus the confidence that his back was curved elegantly and suggestively, his lightly muscular buttocks were spread wide for the High Priest to see his hairless ring, and to also see his labia between his lean thighs. Cadmus smiled to himself at Erasmus’s lack of response.

Erasmus’s domineering features and personality had lent themselves well to his training. He was the temple’s expert in domination and control and had taken to his role and talents naturally and with ease. In fact it was difficult for him to not be in control of a situation, or in control of his lovers.

“... What on earth… I do not understand…” Erasmus muttered under his breath as he slowly approached the kneeling acolyte. Cadmus felt his arousal growing, which surprised him. He had come recently, purposefully reducing his libido to ensure he maintained a level head when explaining himself to his Order. But now his desire was growing.

“It was so large, so beautiful… but like Caeneus this is equally beautiful… of all the goddesses’ miracles to witness, I would never have expected…” Erasmus’s muttering continued as he continued to approach the acolyte. Now crouching to better observe the transformed young man.

Cadmus could soon feel the High Priest’s hot breath on his behind, and labia, and a shiver ran through his body. High Priest Erasmus chuckled at this, and spoke in a louder tone,

“Young acolyte, you have a lot to tell me of I am sure. This is clearly some form of blessing from Satis; you must have done something to please her, as we all strive to do.” The High Priest’s words and breath continued to buffett and tickle the acolyte’s holes, his face must be right next to them. Cadmus could swear he could feel the warmth of his High Priest’s face on his sensitive lips.

“Your Indulgence, indeed our goddess in her divine wisdom has blessed me once more, as she did in my youth. “ Cadmus’s voice was muffled, but echoed off the tile he was knelt against. He was also becoming increasingly aroused at this point, he could feel his labia engoring and his clit thickening as Erasmus’ face got closer; a flush growing in his chest as the desire to be pleasured and filled grew. He pushed his arse higher and further back as much as was possible from his already extended pose.

“Perhaps… some kind of illusion..” Erasmus ignored Cadmus’s response, letting out heavy breaths in between his thoughts, causing Cadmus to whimper slightly as he directed his breath to his sensitive areas. “Perhaps some kind of trickster has sent a mirage to fool us into giving up the search for sweet, well-hung, Cadmus.” The teasing and anticipation was becoming too much for Cadmus; he could feel wetness gathering along his vulva, aching for stimulation.

“Please, Your Indulgence, I am but your and Satis’s humble servant. I beg of you to test me. See that I am no mirage.” Cadmus’s voice was as strained as his body felt holding himself back from pleasuring himself. It was his years of training in self-denial and pleasure-heightening that gifted him such impressive restraint.

“Taste you, you say?” Deliberately mishearing Cadmus’s words, Erasmus reached forward drew a thick finger across the acolyte’s labia. Just barely touching the engorged skin, sending tingling sensations through Cadmus’s crotch, who could not help but emit a long moan in pleasure at the sensation. Raising his now moist finger to his lips, Erasmus tasted the wetness and groaned appreciatively.

“Your Indulgence, do you… Do you wish to taste me further?” Cadmus asked, with shuddering breath.

Erasmus did not answer, but put a strong hand on either side of the acolyte’s pert and proffered behind, and guided his mouth to Cadmus’s vulva. With expert and well-trained action, the High Priest soon had the acolyte screaming in ecstasy, adding his own deep moans of pleasure that vibrated through the acolyte’s pubic bone, adding to the delicious sensation.

The High Priest explored Cadmus’s holes with his mouth and tongue, eliciting gasps from him as he used his long slender fingers to pleasure the tight orifices. Cadmus’s hands were stretched out before him, bracing himself against the tiled floor to push back onto Erasmus’ mouth. He could feel the High Priest’s body jostling rhythmically, and heard the rustling of his silken robes. He could tell Erasmus was pleasuring himself, stroking his own cock as he ate him out.

Time began to lose meaning, as everything but their growing pleasure faded from their minds. It wasn’t long until the High Priest was slamming his rock-hard cock into the young acolyte’s tight and wet hole, his lean torso bent over Cadmus’s slender and muscular body and his mouth buried in his neck, whispering to him between moans.

“You must be my Cadmus,” he whispered, “no one else is quite as talented at giving me pleasure as you are.” The High Priest’s cock flexed inside Cadmus as he said this and Cadmus could feel he was close to finishing inside of him. He had never so deeply wanted a man’s sed inside him before this moment.

The High Priest wound one of his hands around Cadmus’s throat, lightly squeezing it, helping Cadmus block out all other thoughts and stimulation. The desire for the High Priest’s cum grew, and began to feel more like a need, a hunger. Strong hand around his throat and pressed against the tiled floor as he was, Cadmus could feel the small golden amphora, chained around his neck, pressing into him; the cold metal sapped the heat from his decolletage as if it too were hungry to be filled.

“Please, Your Indulgence,” Cadmus practically groaned as the High Priest’s thrusting body held him to the floor, “finish inside me. Fill me with your ultimate pleasure.”

The High Priest went to answer, to tease and draw out their moment of climax, but as he opened his mouth all that came out was a load and primal groan as orgasm shot through him. Cadmus too was surprised. The High Priest was the most skilled and well-trained amongst Satis’s followers in their temple, and could famously withhold orgasm for many hours.

But here they were, Erasmus's cock was harder than it had ever been, pulsing and spasming inside Cadmus’s tight walls. The High Priest was moaning in uncontrolled ecstasy and clutching the young acolyte close to his body in erotic spasm, as he unloaded pulse after pulse of his cum into the acolyte,

As the first load of cum began to fill him, Cadmus too orgasmed violently, his vagina pulsing and gripping Erasmus’s cock causing them both to redouble their pleasure, moaning loudly. The golden amphora tight against his throat grew warm with their heated release. With his walls tight around the High Priest’s cock, Cadmus could feel every pulse of hardness flex through the member, and feel each volley of hard-earned cum fill him up, adding a warm glow of satisfaction to the brimming heat of the orgasm that still rippled through him.

It took what felt like an age for them to come down from their climactic high. Cadmus could feel a generous and heavy load deep inside of him, revelling in his surprising ability to make such a renowned long-lasting lover to give up his seed so readily. He’d had the High Priest finish inside of him many times, but usually it would be hours of long and pleasurable worship dedicated to their goddess, not a quick blast like this.

Erasmus was still inside of him, and panting for breath, when he said, “What divine blessings have you been bestowed, Cadmus. You must have done something truly magnificent to have deserved such blessing from our Goddess. I cannot recall a hole pulling my seed from me this quickly since my training days as a novice, nor have I climaxed so hard in many years.”

As Erasmus pulled out, Cadmus braced for the outpour of cum from his hole, as the load had felt large and voluminous. But no such discharge came, to their joint surprise. They has not disrobed, as their temple garments were designed for suck spontaneous fucking, so with some simple rearrangements they looked presentable and alluring once more, albeit flushed and sweaty. Reaching up to his throat, Cadmus found his pendant of golden amphora hot to the touch; not painfully so, but like a stone heated by the sun, sated by its rays.

Cadmus could still feel the cum inside of him, a warm and heady glow like a feeling of pleasant drunkenness. It was not unlike being drunk, he amused himself with the comparison, as it had many of the same effects. Confidence, satiation, a feeling of security and warmth, a satisfaction that had brought a man to such a powerful orgasm and feeling the product of that within himself, feeling a part of him within himself. Never before had he felt such a knowledge of the load left inside him after an encounter, or felt such sensation from it once orgasm had subsided. It was if he could feel a power from it, a potential for life and for change, a virility that excited him and also scared him a little.

Cadmus’s internal focus was broken by the High Priest beckoning him to sit. While Cadmus was distracted he’d had a servant fetch refreshments, spiced wine and bread, and lay it out on the table of his offices.

“Now, acolyte, tell me everything.”

The heated baths water still warmed Cadmus body as he mentally relived the moments of his High Priest’s hot seed filling his insides.

“Cadmus...” A voice, somewhere far away perhaps, a dreamlike quality to it. “Cadmus… Cadmus!”

It had felt so good to be filled with potent seed, to be the vessel for such powerful virility. Though a few days had passed, Cadmus still felt the sated glow within himself, still felt that power from taking such a magnificent load.

“Cadmus, you horny bastard, wake up!”

With a start, Cadmus realised he was still in the baths, and had been lost in reverie, hand between his thighs remembering the erotic reuniting with the leader of the temple. His soft, but increasing in volume, moans had altered his fellow acolyte, Ianos, who was now gently shaking his shoulder and calling his name.

“Goddess inside, Cadmus, you had me worried for a moment.” Ianos’s handsome face was leaning close to his and contorted into a look of fading worry, his thick eyebrows relaxing. “I was hoping to join wherever fun you’re having here, but you weren’t answering. I must have called your name a dozen times!”

“Don’t fret, Ianos. I was just resting my eyes.” Cadmus made a show of stretching and yawning, looking away from his handsome colleague, trying not to get lost in their amber eyes, or their dark curls that bounced around their face.

“It was more than that, you wicked thing, I know you too well. Plus you forget how this place echoes, half the mixed bath is blushing now, your moans were so loud… And arousing!” A smile broke out on Ianos’s face, obviously pleased their friend was not in some kind of sexual coma.

Cadmus blushed and sighed. “Fine, yes. It’s this change. I’m finding it so hard to stay satisfied since it happened. I can cum, and cum, and cum, and cum, and still want more.” The blush spread to his chest.

Ianos smiled. “Well, this is your life’s dream, surely!? It’s all of our dreams, to be able to worship non-stop, giving and taking as much pleasure as possible.”

Smiling demurely, and with slight embarrassment, Cadmus responded, “Yes, you’re right Ianos. I feel truly blessed, and it’s not that I dislike it! I have lost count of how many times I’ve climaxed today, let alone this week!” He was surprised his new hole wasn’t sore from the sheer volume of pleasure it had gone through since its creation.

Cadmus continued, “Praise be to Satis for this gift, but it is taking some time to get used to it. I haven’t felt truly satisfied since…”

“Since the transformation.” Ianos finished the sentence for him.

“No..” Cadmus corrected them, softly. “Since the High Priest came inside me. Inside my cunt.” Cadmus frowned a little at his own use of language, was that the word he wanted to use to refer to his new equipment?

Ianos chuckled lightly. “Well that didn’t take long. He is an excellent fuck, so I can see why he left you so fulfilled.” Ianos wiggled their eyebrows at their own double entendre.They’d been born and partially raised in another city, one where the rules and roles of society were far more free and fluid, and still had a strange way of talking and a noticeable accent, including being far more blunt than those who’d grown up entirely in this region.

Cadmus rolled his eyes, but could not help smiling. “It wasn’t just that. Yes, he was good, and I had never been eaten out in that way before, and being fucked in my new hole felt otherworldy, but I think it was his seed. Being filled with his cum just felt so good, and so right. It made me feel…”

“Feel what? Slutty, sexy, like a great fuck… pregnant!?” Ianos offered, eyes widening slightly.

“No, no not that. Well yes to the sexy part, but I felt… powerful once it was inside me.”

“You horny bastard.” Ianos grinned. “Feeling powerful when full of the High Priest’s cum.”

Ianos paused, obviously wanting to say something they felt hesitant about. Cadmus let the silence linger, as Ianos looked up and down his body. They had made love many many times, both through their training as novices together, in worship and masses, and recreationally, so were accustomed to moments of quiet and long pauses.

“What does it feel like?” Again Ianos left a long pause. “Your cunt.” Ianos asked as they began to run a strong hand up Cadmus’s thigh.

Cadmus raised his eyebrows then tilted his head, pretending to not understand. “Do you mean what does it feel like for me, or how does it feel for someone else inside?” Cadmus asked coyly.

Ianos lowered their voice, leaning closer and making eye contact with Cadmus. “You know what I mean.”

Ianos’s hand reached Cadmus’s still aroused vulva and began lightly stroking his stiff clit. Ianos’s arms were thick and muscular, a pleasing layer of fat sitting over them to give their body smooth curves of strong, hard flesh with just enough give to really grip onto them in the throes of passion. Swirls of dark hair covered them, and Cadmus ran his hand along Ianos’s thick shoulder and tricep, giving in to the pleasure as Ianos began to work their fingers inside of him.

“Would you like to feel even more powerful? Let’s see how my cum compares to the High Priests.”

Cadmus nodded, then gripped the back of Ianos’s head, pulling them into a kiss.

Before long Ianos was inside of him, gyrating and thrusting slowly so as to not splash around the water of the baths too much. Face to face, they were kissing passionately, timing their movements with the thrusting of Ianos’s hips. Both moaning into one another’s mouths when they paused for breath. Ianos’s cock was beautiful, slimmer and smaller than most, but incredibly pleasing to look at and have in the mouth and any other willing hole.

“This feels amazing.” Ianos whispered as he thrust his member into the tight hole. Cadmus nodded in agreement, it did feel amazing. Though it took up little more space than the fingers that had been inside him earlier, the curve of Ianos’s cock was just enough to hit all the right spots, and their strong husky body pressing into his own felt amazing to Cadmus. He loved to feel smaller than his lover, and Ianos’s muscular bulk did just that, their strong mass rising out of the baths water which was just above their navel.

Having made love many times before, Cadmus knew just how to drive Ianos wild. Curving forward, he grasped one of Ianos’s pecs, which were heavy with muscle and a healthy amount of fat, and brought his lips to their large nipple. Lightly he flicked at it with his tongue, and then dove upon it, greedily sucking, ting and tickling it with his tongue.

Ianos moaned loud and long at that, and began to thrust more into Cadmus’s pussy. Not faster, but harder, gripping Cadmus tighter to try and get deeper into his tight hole.

Cadmus began to feel the golden amphora pendant, tight against his neck, glow with a heat he had begun to feel after the High Priest had filled him with his seed. He also once again felt that glow within him. Not wanting to be distracted from his sex with Ianos, he tried to focus on them and their body and their gorgeous cock pumping into him.

He began to feel something new, something similar to his own desire and wants, but alien and foreign. It felt like the need to stretch, or yawn, or move after a long time sitting or lying down, and it was coming from Ianos. He began to feel the world moving in slow motion, as he focused on this new sensation, following it to something deep inside of Ianos.

Like opening window shutters on a summer morning, realisation hit him like a bright light. Ianos wanted a bigger cock. There was an innate desire within them to have a large, heavy cock, and secret even to Ianos themselves they wanted it to rival Cadmus’s cock as it had been before the transformation; larger than any either of them had seen before. Perhaps that was the reason Ianos had joined their order, to learn of the divine magics that could grant such a boon, rare though they were.

Cadmus lamented he could not perform such divine miracles… and as he did some internal floodgate opened wide. The feeling of potential and power that had been held inside him since taking the High Priest’s seed flowed out of him in a blissful rush, sending goosebumps across Cadmus’s partially submerged body, and into Iason.

Time resumed its usual flow, and the unbridled desire Cadmus had been experiencing returned full force. Eyes rolling back into his head, he gripped Ianos’s muscular arms even tighter, pulling him deeper. Ianos’s groans of pleasure were interrupted with a gasp of surprise.

“What was that?” Panted Ianos, not halting his thrusting.

“I don’t know, but it felt good.” Cadmus responded, his desire for Ianos’s cum increasing. “Don’t stop fucking me. Goddess this feels good.”

“I feel amazing.” Ianos cock flexed inside Cadmus’s hole. “You feel amazing. Damn you’re tight. Fuck, are you getting tighter?”

“I still don’t know how all this works, but maybe.” Cadmus could indeed feel a tightening in his hole, like his walls were gripping Ianos’s cock harder. Or like their cock was getting thicker, somehow.

“I think this is the hardest I’ve ever been in my life. I feel huge. I’d pull out to check but I don’t wan’t to stop fucking you.” With this, Ianos looked Cadmus dead in the eye, a wicked grin on his lips. Cadmus took the opportunity to wipe it off his face by clenching his muscles, making Ianos’s mouth drop open in pleasure and his eyes roll back.

Cadmus’s walls were definitely feeling more and more stretched by the second, and with each thrust Ianos’s cock was pushing deeper and deeper, hitting spots that lit Cadmus’s body on fire with sensation.

“It’s bigger, Ianos. You’re getting bigger.”

Ianos let out a light breathy chuckle, winking at Cadmus, assuming this was some type of cock-growing roleplay. “It feels bigger, Cadmus. It feels huge. A miracle is happening. Satis bless your miracle pussy.” Despite their words, and the expression on their face, Ianos began to thrust harder and faster, getting lost in the sensation of their legitimately growing cock stretching out their friend and colleague’s tight pussy.

“It is happening. Praise be to Satis! Your cock is getting bigger. It feels so massive, Ianos.” Cadmus felt truly stretched now, and was in near ecstasy as he felt Ianos’s length hit deeper and deeper inside of him.

They were now was thrusting hard and fast inside Cadmus, unable to speak as he moaned into Cadmus neck. The heated water of the baths was being thrown around them now, Ianos’s powerful and fast thrusts flinging the water all over.

Grasping their body to his chest, Cadmus whispered breathlessly in their ear, “I need it, Ianos. I need your seed.”

Ianos merely grunted in response, lost to the pleasure of their growing cock pummeling their friend’s tight hole.

“Finish inside me, Ianos. FIll me with your seed.”

At his command, Ianos yelled in passionate climax as both lovers came hard. Once more, Cadmus felt with great detail the cum fire into his insides, his walls practically milking the cum out of the now heavy and thick cock stretching out his pussy, and he felt the intense satisfaction that came with drawing so much cum into himself.

Ianos’s orgasm lasted for a long while, as Cadmus cunt clenched their huge, spasming cock. Eventually Ianos collapsed to the side, their long dick sliding out of Cadmus pussy causing him to shudder in his fading bliss.

“Wow,” Ianos breathed, the back of one hand at their forehead as they looked up at the ceiling. “Praise Satis for her wisdom and blessing, but I wish only that she’d gifted you this even earlier. I haven’t felt a hole like that since… well ever I suppose.”

Cadmus propped himself up on his elbows, looking Ianos’s body over for other changes as the water began to become still and crystal clear once more.

“I mean, I’ve had my fair share of pussy, but never on a man, and never one that made it feel like my dick was growing! What a feeling.” Ianos closed their eyes, and pushed a long slow breath from between their pursed lips.

As the water cleared, Cadmus could see that their body was as it always had been; huskily muscular with dark hair. They seemed no larger or smaller than when they had started fucking minutes ago.

Then Cadmus saw their cock. Even though it was slowly softening, it was blatant that Ianos was now very well hung. It was nowhere near as massive as Cadmus’s own cock had been, but Ianos had definitely gone from having a member smaller than most cocks to larger than most cocks. By eye it had perhaps doubled in size. Floating in the baths water, it looked like more than two hands would be needed to cover it, and perhaps the head would still be visible.

Reaching out, Cadmus softly held Ianos grown cock. It felt heavy and girthy in Cadmus hands.

“Ianos,” he said softly, snapping them out of their near slumber. “it was no deception or mere sensation.”

To prove his point, Cadmus began to softly stroke the big heavy cock. Ianos’s eyes widened in pleasure and surprise. Their own hands racing down to grasp their thick cock. Their huge cock was hard again in an instant, the wealth of foreskin gliding over the plump and reddened head.

“Oh fuck.” Ianos gasped, reaching another hand to assist the first. “Oh fuck I can’t fit my hands around it. Goddess be praised, I’m massive. How am I so hard? I just came.”

Cadmus watched in delight as Ianos jerked their massive cock with two hands. “Cum for me again, Ianos. Make that huge cock blast for me.”

At his command Ianos’s eyes rolled back into their head as they moaned, “I’m fucking huuuge.”

Cadmus took a deep breath and ducked under the water, guiding himself to the huge cock just before Ianos shot the first volley of cum. Taking the large head into his mouth was a bit of a problem, the huge girth of the big cock reminded him of the thick candles they used in the ceremony space. But with determination, Cadmus took the thick glans into his mouth, delightling as hot cum spurted onto his tongue. Never before had cum tasted so good.

Again Cadmus could feel that flowing sensation, from Ianos to himself, as he gleefully and greedily swallowed all of the cum spewing from Ianos’s now massive cock.

Surfacing, and taking a sweet breath, Cadmus smoothed his hair back from his eyes and gave Ianos a long, sweet kiss; the traces of cum still lingering in his mouth adding a sexual thrill to this kiss.

Soon Ianos was in a sound sleep, exhausted by the sexual activities. They breathed deeply and slowly, a satisfied smile on their handsome face, thick arms spread out over the sides of the baths,

Sliding, satisfied, between Ianos’s arm and plump chest, nestled in the crook of their musky armpit and warmed by the naturally heated spring water, Cadmus used one hand to tenderly stroke the now huge cock as it softened and the other hand to lightly play with the body-hot golden amphora at his neck.

So this was the Goddess’s true blessing; he had become like the amphora, a vessel to be filled with virile power and cum. A power it seemed he could use to change his lovers, or perhaps grant their desires… This would take some experimenting. Cadmus hands moved to his tender, but almost-sated pussy as he considered what wicked sexual experimentation he would soon be attempting to test the limits of his powers.

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There’s something about Billy by Ziel Billy seems like perfectly normal, good-looking guy from the waist up. But there’s something going on inside Billy’s weird, super-baggy pants, and Duke and Kevin were determined to find out what it was. 5,442 words Added Feb 2017 20k views 5.0 stars (15 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Multi-balls•Multicock•Infectious

X-Dream Makeover: Billy Farrow’s night out by Cris Kane A pop star is given a night of anonymity to explore San Francisco in a hunky new body, thanks to Mr. Lee’s magic. 3 parts 14k words Added Oct 2018 10k views 5.0 stars (6 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Transformation•Getting Taller•Race/Ethnicity Change•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy •M/M•M/M/M