The Player Witch Augment

Katrina got her measuring tape. She was six inches long. In her experience, that was a perfectly acceptable length. But all the men who entered her shop didn't want just a few inches added. She'd make monsters out of anyone, if that's what made them happy. She was just helping the men catch up on the trend breast implants started.

Resisting the urge to stroke it, just to see how it works, she instead stood facing the mirror and pointed her finger towards the reflection of her new cock. She shouted the same spell she tried on Dave. It bounced off the mirror and back to her. Her body spasmed as the energy went through her body. She looked at the reflection, waiting for the cock to disappear.

Instead, before her very eyes, it grew longer and thicker. She grunted in annoyance, getting the measuring tape out again. It was now ten inches. Not that it mattered. Well, size obviously matters, but whatever size it was, she could get rid of it... probably.

The shrinking salve! Of course! She applied latex gloves before continuing, in case she shrunk her hands to the point she couldn't hold stuff or cast spells effectively. She could wear gloves when applying the orange stretching powder, but... then she couldn't palpate so many big cocks with her bare hands. What fun would that be?

She took a generous handful of the shrinking salve in her gloved hands and applied it to the engorged region. The chill made her suck in air through her teeth. Her hand slid the cool slimy material to her cock, her mind wandering off as she rubbed it. She forgot what she was doing, most of the salve evaporating as it allegedly did it work. The cock didn't feel like it was getting smaller, but she felt herself coming closer to orgasm.

Her hand got faster, her breath grew deeper, her breasts bounding with every stroke. Katrina closed her eyes and came, spraying her seed out onto the mirror. It was a better sample than Ross had provided, but that was when he was working with a handicap. She left many long streaks of come trickling goopily down the mirror.

Katrina tried to clear her head. As far as orgasms go... that one was pretty good. And simple, too. No wonder guys are always playing with these things.

The glove on Katrina's right hand broke, having shrunk to the point that it couldn't stay on her hand anymore. She yelped, running to the sink and pulling the other glove off with some difficulty. She rinsed the remaining salve off her hands under hot water. She checked the size of her hands against two hand prints she'd traced onto the wall near the sink to make sure they were the right size. At some point, when in a festive mood, she'd added the necessary marks to turn the hand prints into the traditional turkey.

Katrina grabbed a roll of paper towels and some glass cleaner and cleaned her mirror. If there was a magical way to keep a mirror clean, she didn't know it. As she'd clearly demonstrated, spells don't like to interact with mirrors. She crumpled the wad of paper towels in her fist, but over the ammonia, she could smell her own come, somehow a very enticing scent.

She threw the paper towel into the trash only a moment after sincerely thinking about eating it. She measured it again. Soft, it was now over eight inches, but even that gentle touch woke it up, so she also got the full erect measurement at the same time: twelve inches.

Katrina growled. A spell that is supposed to remove a cock gave her one, and then made it bigger. Shrinking salve made it grow. What was this, Opposite Day?

She pulled out one of her spell books. She'd never had to look for a phallus shrinking spell before, but what strange situations appear in the world of magic. Katrina found one that didn't look too difficult, but it needed fresh toad powder. And she was fresh out.

Katrina put on her long leather coat, foregoing the dress under it. She locked up and went out the back way to the local supermarket, where she tried to avoid the glances of others as she bought a live lobster from the seafood department. She paid for the lobster, but the cute cashier gave her a smile that made her heart pound and her cock stiffen within its leather containment.

What was happening? Katrina was straight. She'd never even really experimented. She loved dicks too much. Never before had a woman stirred her interest, and here, a woman in a green apron giving her a customer-service-level smile caused her heart to flutter like she was some teenager. If all women have so much control over men with just a glance, no wonder she got so many requests to make humongous cocks.

Katrina got back to her shop, fighting the urge to touch herself the whole way. She the lobster in a copper bowl. With a small incantation, she turned the lobster into a toad, and with another, a large pile of toad powder. This wouldn't be as good as the genuine article, but it was more effective than the time she tried to turn a squirrel into a toad. Maybe since the lobster was a creature of the water, it worked better. She wasn't sure.

She scooped the spoonful of toad powder into a tincture of other odious substances, turning it a dull green. She opened the top of the bottle and smelled it, and immediately wished she hadn't. She coughed, held her nose, and imbibed the contents of the small bottle, the way some people would hold their breath when taking cold medicine.

Katrina retched and coughed, rinsing her mouth with some soda she had in the fridge. How could you give this to someone without them knowing immediately that they'd been poisoned, she wondered. What a lousy potion. When she stopped seeing stars, she looked at herself in the mirror... and the cock was still there. In fact, she was pretty sure it was even bigger. The measurement confirmed it: it was now fourteen inches erect.

Katrina scoffed. Maybe you really need the real toad powder, but buying a toad from a pet shop was expensive these days. Maybe the hair from that virgin finally got laid, rendering it inert. Maybe she was further out of her depth than she cared to admit.

She opened another spell book, looking for a different shrinking spell. She found a promising candidate, an incantation she'd never seen before. She stood, her cock a much bigger target this time. She recited the spell, and a white bolt fired from her hand, off the mirror and right into her cock. She stood there, waiting for it to shrink.

And it grew again.

And Katrina screamed. She collapsed to her knees, covering her face with her hands, trying to control herself. Why was nothing working? She'd spent her professional life making men more confident by building them the cock equivalent of a Formula 1 racer, and the moment she got one of her own, her own confidence in her abilities was crumbling. She resisted the urge to give up, fighting back bitter, frustrated tears.

When she removed her hands from her face, it was waiting for her, not far from her face. The tip of her huge erection. She sighed, still curious. She unfurled the tape and measured the new length. It came to seventeen inches long and almost a foot in circumference.

In her entire career of sculpting huge pussy-smashing cocks, she'd never dared to make one that was seventeen inches. What would be the point? It'd be like making a bicycle the size of a grain of rice, or a spoon the size of Greenland. What purpose could it serve? Despite the variation in 'optimal size,' this one had no chance ever going where it was meant to go.

Alanis sung of having a thousand spoons and all she needed was a knife. Here, Katrina had the biggest cock in the world, and nobody she could ever possibly fuck with it.

Then again... she thought to her special technique. The final kiss, the blowing that really adds the girth that the women apparently squeal over like a new coupon book or a new sword, or whatever it was modern women liked.

What if... instead of a blow... she tried sucking?

Katrina leaned her head forward and opened her mouth wide. The tip of her cock was bigger than a football. There would be no fellatio, as it was understood. She planted her lips around the hole, as she'd done so many times before... and she sucked.

Gently at first, she couldn't tell if this was having any effect on the size. It was affecting her in other ways. Her heart was thumping, her cock was throbbing, and she was wet. Her arms brought her tits around the huge extension of her anatomy, rubbing the mounds against the hot flesh tower she was bowing to. Her left hand released her left breast and played with her pussy, hoisting her coconut-sized balls out of the way.

Katrina kept sucking on the very tip of her cock, forgetting the scientific reason for it. She kissed it and sucked it repeatedly, feeling energy inside her stronger than almost any magic. With her lips planted firmly against the tip, she extended her tongue and gently probed it inside the hole.

And that's when she came. Her cock was so long now, there was a second-long pause between when Katirna experienced the orgasm and when she started to ejaculate, like the delay in the nervous reactions in the tails of sauropods.

A torrent of come sprayed out of her cock like a broken fire hydrant. Katrina was a firm believer in the rule, "Swallow it, because someone made it special for you." But today, she had to break her own rule. There was only struggling for breath against the river of sweet, semi-gelatinous ooze she'd created. Only about two minutes later, when her cock had finally emptied, did she slurp up what was in her mouth. What sorcery was this, she wondered. It was sweet like vanilla and hummed with magical energy. There must be acres of untapped potential spell-crafting and other magical potential lurking in those two balls.

Katrina got to her feet, her cock still dribbling a bit, its soft hang past her knees. She wiped up with a paper towel and threw it into the bin. She then saw the unholy mess she'd made, gallons of come all over her carpet and shelves and everywhere else.

Katrina sighed. With a gentle word of a long-dead language, the come vanished from the floor and left them clean. The mirror was resistant to her spells, but not this old carpet. It seemed such a waste to destroy this bounty of white magic she'd created, but she wagered there was more where this came from.

She put her dress on and got ready to reopen the shop. All her mini-skirts would have to go in the trash, as even this dress was barely long enough to cover her cock at full hang.

When Katrina came to the door, she saw someone sitting on the steps. When the latch clicked as she unlocked it, the man jumped up. It was Ross again.

"What's up?" Katrina asked.

"Hey. The sign said fifteen minutes, so I waited. But that was an hour ago."

"I'm sorry. I was doing paperwork." Katrina lied, unless that paper towel she used to wipe herself counted.

"It's OK. I got a small problem with the thing, if you can check it out." They entered the shop and Ross pulled out his unit again. It was the same size as it was when he entered the shop earlier that day. "Was it just temporary?"

"No, I don't think so." Katrina looked at it sideways. She put two fingers together, kissed them, and blew it at Ross. He held his breath as his cock rapidly grew hard, and returned to the thirteen-inch length it was after her treatment.

"I guess yours reverts to the original size when you're not aroused."

"Oh." Ross said shortly. "Not sure I like that. Won't that cause some spikes in my testosterone level?"

"Maybe. But really, when are you going to need it to be big and soft?" Katrina asked. "When you're standing at the urinal? I bet you already pee in the stalls."

Ross blushed intensely. Even a world-class cock didn't change his shy, sensitive demeanor.

"I'm sorry." Katrina said. "We can look into it, if it really bothers you, but... let's not mess with it before you get the chance to use it at least once." Ross barely got his stiff cock back in his pants, the bulge obviously running down the side of his pant leg like a train tunnel. "Did you have any other problems?"

"Well..." Ross said, holding up something in his hands. "I went home and got this." Katrina looked at it.

It was a Playstation controller.

"I didn't know if you wanted a second player." He said.

Katrina smiled. "Sure, Tyrannosaurus Ross. Let's play."

They plugged in his controller and booted up a fighting game. They played, roughly equally matched.

"You know what I learned recently?" Katrina said as they fought. "I have a spell where you can take someone's cock away, if they're being churlish. I've done that to men, but never permanently. It's just when they lose their manners. Well... apparently, if you cast it on a woman... they get a cock. And all the treatment to get rid of it only make it bigger. I've really no idea why that would happen."

A small pause, where Ross accepted his defeat this round. "I have an idea."

Katrina was skeptical. "Really? What do you know about magic?"

"Nothing, but I know about video games." Ross said. "You know how old arcade cabinets would have a high-score, but if you really destroyed the game, it would flip over to zero? Well, modern games will flip over to a negative number, because the score is held in data as a single point on a continuum between negative two billion something to positive two billion something. Once you go over the top, it overflows and the number becomes negative.

"If the cock-losing spell is phrased in the magical code as 'take a few inches off this dick,' and the subject of the spell had no dick to start with... what would it do? And if she already had one, somehow, and the spell said, 'take inches off this dick,' but the dick is already in 'negative numbers,' so to speak... then trying to shrink it would increase the negative number and make it longer. It's sort of like in RPGs, when you cast healing spells against undead creatures and it damages them. The spell is working how it should, but the target responds with the opposite effect that you'd expect."

Katrina paused the game so Ross wouldn't take advantage of her shock. That sounded right. Maybe a growing potion or technique would work on her after all.

"That could be it." Katrina confessed. She unpaused the game and pulled off a huge combo before he was ready to block. "So... what are we playing for?"

"How about my bill?" Ross offered.

Katrina smiled. "How about the loser gets to fuck the winner?"

Ross looked at her sideways. "Sure!" He agreed quickly, before she changed her mind.

With an agreement like that, Ross thought... how could he lose?