I awoke from a sleep laced with bizarre dreams, and I still felt the effects of Circe's potion. I momentarily wondered if my whole encounter with her had been a dream, but I saw that I was still in her house, on her bed. Circe was nowhere to be seen though. Still, what had been real and what not? Moving to get up from the bed, I was shocked to discover that my huge penis had not been a dream; it hung over my thigh like a sleeping snake. If anything it was bigger than I remembered it. When I stood up it hung almost to my knees, and even flaccid it was an inch and a half thick. My testicles were also still enlarged; somewhat bigger than golf balls, they hung half way down my thighs. With that much between my legs, walking was a little difficult, since I had to spread my legs. Also, everything swung a lot, making rapid movement awkward, since sometimes by cock and balls swung together, other times they slapped against each other; sometimes they whipped around in front of my legs, and sometimes behind.
The feeling of my giant organs, not to mention the sight of them, stimulated me, and so my penis began to harden. The bad news was that it made it even longer; the good news was that it didn't swing around so much, since it was starting to stiffen out. My balls also tightened up a bit; this made them swing less, but also made a thicker bundle between my legs. Since walking was a little more comfortable now, I started looking for Circe. There didn't seem to be much more to her hut, so I decided to look outside. I looked for my pants, and found that they really had been torn apart; that wasn't a dream. I don't suppose I would have fit them anymore anyway. Also, all the buttons were ripped from my shirt. I considered wrapping the sheet from Circe's bed around me, but it was completely soaked from our love-making, so in the end I decided to go out naked. The Italian sun was warm, and there was no one for miles around.
As I walked around Circe's garden my half stiff cock swung from side to side. So that I could walk more quickly and more comfortably, I used my left hand to hold my balls in front of my thighs. Unfortunately, all this holding and walking only stimulated me more, and soon I felt a full erection coming on. I watched in amazement as my penis thickened to two inches, and grew harder and harder. From the angle at which it had been hanging, it soon came up to a horizontal position, and then a forty-five degree angle, and finally it became completely erect. Its swollen head pulsed in front of me, almost at chin level! I grabbed the pole in both hands and began to slide them up and down it. The sensation was indescribable; it was like my penis's capacity for pleasure had increased with its size. With increasing excitement I continued to stroke the swollen beast. I stared down at its engorged head, and at its open mouth, imagining the blast of semen that would issue from it. With a sudden impulse I put my lips over the burning head, which almost filled my mouth. Sucking and stroking at the same time, I sank to my knees as the pleasure continued to build. When the orgasm came, it exploded into my mouth, filling it faster than I could swallow, so that it squirted out of my mouth and drenched the burning post. I continued pumping until it was empty, and then sank back in exhaustion, while cock and balls both slowly softened.
It was then that I heard laughter coming from Circe's hut, and I briefly saw her looking at me from the window. Where had she been hiding in there? I slowly got up and hobbled back to the hut, walking all the more awkwardly with my wet and sticky organs swinging between my legs. I stepped inside the hut and saw - nothing! Was I hallucinating? Then I heard, "Ulysses!" I saw no one, but it came again, from a cupboard at the back of the hut. I opened it and saw that it was the door to a passage dug back into the hill. Circe called me again, and I followed her voice back into a large room lit with oil lamps and filled with the fragrance of incense.
Circe stood with her back to me, and wore a pale green dress, fastened at the shoulders like the last. She turned to me and smiled radiantly. I smiled at the welcome sight of her face, but then stammered, "You're... you look pregnant!" I would suppose she was in the eighth month at least.
"Of course I am!" she answered happily. "Thanks to my billy-goat called Ulysses!"
"But it's impossible... What kind of trick is this?"
"It's no trick," she said, apparently hurt, "Look!"
She barely touched her hands to her shoulders and the dress fell to her feet. That glorious goddess! But she was pregnant! I approached her, and we both noticed that my cock was stiffening out again. I placed my hands on her distended belly and felt it carefully; it was real. As I felt its underside and my hand passed through her pubic hair, she moaned quietly. My cock was definitely rising now, and I had to turn to give it room; soon it was vertical again. She stroked it softly and said, "I like this!" She began to kiss its head, which was right in front of her face.
I, in the meantime had begun to fondle her breasts. They were large and pendulous, obviously engorged with milk. As I massaged them milk began to dribble and even squirt from the protruding nipples. I lifted her left breast to my mouth and put my lips on the nipple, but Circe pulled away. "Not that one now," she said, "This one," and lifted her right breast to me. I took its large nipple in my mouth and began to suck hungrily; I was rewarded with a copious supply of the sweetest milk I have ever tasted. It seemed to go straight to my penis, which I felt get harder and thicker.
We stood close together, almost face to face. My cock was at her mouth level, and I lifted her tit to where I could bend down to it. Occasionally we broke from our pleasant work and kissed. Once she pushed my penis to me, and for a while we both licked and sucked it. Later, I lifted her dangling right breast and we shared the milk from it. First I playfully shot some in her mouth; later she voraciously devoured her own nipple.
When we had worked ourselves up to the point of explosion, Circe whispered, "I want you in me! I want more of your seed!"
"But... How can you?"
"Trust me," she said smiling, as she reclined on some cushions on the floor.
When she spread her legs I saw a glistening red hole that truly looked large enough to take the three-inch thickness of the post attached to me, but my length looked too great. As before, I started by eating her burning cherry, which made her scream and giggle. Then I fed in my penis, and nearly came when it touched the burning walls of her vagina. Almost immediately she began to grip me inside, and growled "More! More!" I continued to push it in - rather, her vagina seemed to pull me in, as she continued to beg, demand and cry for more.
And she took it all. Don't ask me how; it should have been pushing up into her neck, but somehow it all went in. Maybe I imagined it. Circe was obviously amused by my confusion, but my questions about anatomy were soon buried under raw ecstasy. I started with strokes the full length of my penis, which required considerable maneuvering on my part. When I was mostly out, I massaged her clitoris with my thumbs. As I pushed in, I lay across her swollen belly and milked her pendulous breasts. As we neared orgasm, my strokes of necessity became shorter, as we mashed our groins together, while streams of her love-juice squirted out past my cock. As I started to come, I felt her vaginal wall tighten, and I felt rhythmic contraction, almost like hands milking my cock. It kept the stream of semen spraying long after I stopped thrusting. I felt sucked dry, but more satisfied than I have ever been.
Circe seemed satisfied too. We lay on our sides, still coupled for a long time. My penis has softened, but it was still held tightly in her vagina, and I felt occasional contractions. Milk seeped steadily from her nipples, and sometimes, when she moved, a little would squirt. With one hand she rubbed her bloated belly and said, "Ulysses, I have all your seed in here! Mmmmm, what I will do with it!" I contented myself with kissing her lips, neck or nipples. We drifted into sleep.
The roar of rain on the hut's roof awoke us. After a few more kisses, we carefully pulled apart. We were both a mess. My penis hung red, wrinkled and semen soaked almost to my knees. Circe's chest and tummy were covered with dried milk, and when she stood, rivulets of semen trickled down her thighs. Her right breast, from which I had taken my meal, was definitely emptier than the other; it hung flatter and lower, its nipple rather limp. It also seemed that her belly had grown more, but nothing amazed me anymore.
"Shall we shower?" she asked pleasantly. I agreed and we went outside, where the cool rain refreshed us and washed away much of the stickiness. We stood and admired each other's monstrous appearance until the rain stopped and the sun reappeared.
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