Echoes Of The Seven

Eris wasn’t sure how to feel about things.

On one hand, she was about to grow a cock. Her own cock, of her own flesh, that she could use and enjoy in all the sexy activities normally attributed for such. A cock that the bushy-haired Bailey currently handing her a small potion was more than willing to help her experience in all the best ways.

On the other hand…

Well, Eris couldn’t exactly think of anything in that other hand, but she was really trying.

“I know you’re the sappy type, so if you want to save your like… first time with either Jaxie or Alex later tonight, that’s fine by me,” Bailey threw her ponytail back over one shoulder and rested her hands on her hips. “I can just suck you off a little bit to help take the edge off, if you want. Or we can go all the way. It’s up to you.”

Eris just stared at the vial in her fingers brimming with an inky blue liquid. She didn’t need to Inspect it- she already knew exactly what it was. Nervous eyes flicked back up to Bailey’s baby blues. “You’re okay with… all the way?”

Bailey actually chuckled. “Sweetie, I’ve been slobbering the absolute fuck out of your pussy for weeks, and you’ve been doing the same thing to mine. If anything, throwing a cock into the mix is gonna be a nice change of pace. I mean, you can’t really be best friends if one of you hasn’t been filled to the brim with the other’s cum, right?”

Eris went red. “I’m not- I don’t think that’s how it works…”

“Eh, it is for me,” Bailey laughed, then casually began unbuttoning her shirt. “So is that what you wanna do? You want the full fuck?”

Watching the creamy flesh of Bailey’s chest and stomach be revealed as the shirt was gradually opened made Eris’s mouth water. Gods, she felt like some lecherous slut. Taking time away from valuable work that needed to be done just for a fuck break, then drooling at the sight of nude flesh she’d already seen and enjoyed dozens of times before. Lusting after a friend and wanting so, so badly to throw away a sentimental, sweet moment of having her first real sex with a dick be with either Jaxie or Alex.

Well, Jaxie had made it extremely clear she didn’t want anything to do with having a pussy, so any ‘first time’ with her would be in the backdoor. Sure, Alex could probably take some kind of potion to get a pussy of her own and give Eris that first time but-

Eris grit her teeth, seeing Bailey’s pert little nipples get revealed as her shirt dropped to the floor. The redhead didn’t even look at the vial in her fingers as she uncorked it. “Take off your pants.”

Bailey smiled, but her eyes went wide as Eris threw the vial back in one swallow. “Woah, shit!”

Eris wanted to ask what was wrong, but she was a little too preoccupied with the taste of the Phallus Philter. Or lack, thereof. There wasn’t really a taste- it was thin like water, but smooth and almost clinging to itself like honey. Instead of drinking it, the fluid seemed to just slide right over Eris’s tastebuds without a discernable flavour. No salty. No sweet. Just pins and needles spreading across Eris’s tongue and rolling down her throat. Bailey, meanwhile, was surging forward and pressing her hands to Eris’s lower stomach while desperately working to unbutton the Artificer’s pants.

“Fuck, Eris, you should have at least taken your pants off, first!” Bailey laughed. “This thing works fast, and trust me when I say that you don’t want to grow it with stuff in the way. Carmine, grab that stool!”

“Thith tathes tho weird…” Eris tried to speak, entire mouth having gone tingly and numb. Bailey just chuckled, gave a firm tug and pulled Eris’s bottoms down to her knees. Even though Bailey’s workshop was actually reasonably warm, Eris felt a chill run over her now exposed slit. After all, it was more than a little damp from the arousal that had been building back in the previous conversation- if the huge dark splotch in her panties wasn’t clear enough.

The armoured bodyguard placed the stool just behind Eris, right in time. After all, that tingling numbness wasn’t staying in her throat. It was travelling- quickly. Rolling downwards, flowing through her esophagus, into her chest, down into her stomach, then lower still. She could practically feel the pins and needles rolling through the entire length of her intestines before they settled hard into her most sensitive regions. When they went completely numb, so did her thighs. Eris almost collapsed onto the stool as the feeling in her legs cut off. Bailey just pulled the bundle of Eris’s pants down from her knees to her ankles, kneeling as she did so, and then using both hands on the insides of Eris’s thighs to pull them wide apart.

“Give it space, and watch,” Bailey grinned. “You don’t see this every day.”

Eris gulped- partially from having the feeling in her mouth back, and partially out of the fact that Bailey was kneeling in front of her, right between her legs, staring hard at her pussy. On the same note, Charlotte was just off to the side and the bodyguard’s eyes were most certainly not averted. Eris forced herself to not look at them and instead focus on the slit between her legs. It seemed smaller than it used to be.

Wait- no. It wasn’t smaller. It was just… moving?

“Uhh, that’s not supposed to happen,” Bailey suddenly looked concerned.

“What? What’s happening? I can’t see!” Eris tried to bend over and look, but she simply couldn’t get the proper angle. Nor could she feel anything that was happening because of the numbness. All she had was sight, which was proving woefully unhelpful. From her perspective, the only thing she could see was the very top edge of her cleft and the revealed nub of her clit seeming to pull downwards. Not far- a quarter, maybe half an inch. The tufts of soft red fuzz from a yet-to-be-shaved pelvis was moving too- in the other direction. It was pulling further upwards, towards Eris’s stomach. Bailey narrowed her eyes.

“Your pussy isn’t shrinking to the urethra and then growing outwards into a dick. It’s just moving a little- wait. Is that…”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed, but this time Eris could see what she was looking at. After all, a teeny-tiny hole seemed to open up in the flesh of her pelvis- about an inch and a half above where the top of her translocated pussy now rested and just below the patch of untrimmed pubic hair. Not a hole like a wound. Rather- a tiny slit identical to what Jaxie’s pussy had shrunk into when she first took that potion so long ago- the hole being the urethra of her new penis.

“By the gods, you’re getting both…” Bailey whispered in awe.

Then, just like how it did with Jaxie before, that hole in Eris’s pelvis began rising outwards as a dick sprouted right in front of the eyes of all three girls.

Actually, ‘sprouted’ wasn’t the right word. That implied that it was growing like a tree branch at a thousand times the speed. Instead, the organ coming into shape between Eris’s legs almost seemed more like a pole held completely under the water, then being lifted to breach the surface one inch at a time. One thick, meaty, mass of an inch at a time.

Bailey’s eyes widened. “Holy fuck, you’re huge!”

Eris could confirm that much, and more was still coming. The rigid, completely erect pillar of cockmeat rising from her pelvis had to be as thick around as her wrist, visibly pulsing. But the length just kept going. Six inches was when she thought it would stop. That was about average, after all. Eight was when Eris’s breath caught in her throat at realizing she had something powerful. Ten made her throat go dry with a little bit of fear for the weapon continuing to pull farther and farther out from her pelvis, going beyond even that milestone. When it finally stopped expanding outwards, Eris was forced to take a gasping breath when the numbness instantly faded.

The air of the workshop was warm, but nothing compared to the hot breaths whistling from Bailey’s open mouth as she stared with her jaw agape. Those breaths tickled Eris’s revealed cockhead, even going down further to blow gently past her slick folds. The cock didn’t have that foreskin stuff that the Precursors seemed to have, meaning the whole mushroom-like tip was on proud display. Bailey just looked like a deer on a train track watching a multi-ton locomotive barrel towards it.

“I’ve been trying for a year and a half to make a potion that gives both but could never make it work. You take a regular-ass penis potion and get the effect for free.”

Bailey reached forward, gently grabbing Eris’s girth. Gods, her fingers were so soft, and Eris throbbed. “And to top it off, you’ve got one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen, you lucky duck. Isn’t she lucky?”

Bailey turned to look at Charlotte with a big smile on her face. The bodyguard just stared with wide eyes peeking through a few brown strands of hair that came loose from her green bandana. Bailey laughed, wrapping her fingers a little more securely around Eris and giving a test stroke. Eris trembled.

“I mean, you’ve got to be as big as Zoime! Fuck, maybe even bigger. And she was huge-”

Bailey suddenly paused, the movements of her hand ceasing as well. Eris understood why. After all, Zoime was arguably the main figure when Pravala took over the orgy and forced everything onto Eris. Eris had more than been on the receiving end of that member, and not in a good way. Pravala going so rough with such a large tool had done damage.

She didn’t want Bailey to dwell on that. Nobody needed to. It happened. It was done. It wasn’t a big deal, and Eris wasn’t going to let it become one. That whole situation with Pravala was a thing of the past- not a game that was still being played.

If Eris let it get to her- if Eris let that rape decide how she got to feel about sex, then Pravala would win. That was it. If it became a big deal, then that witch of a woman wins. If Eris left it behind- if she decided it was a teeny-tiny potato in a big soup, then Pravala loses.

Eris would never, ever let Pravala win.

“It’s fine.” Eris reached down and wrapped her own hand around her new shaft, which pulsed with the sensation of another soft grip. Her fingers didn’t even reach all the way around it, but did brush up against Bailey’s as Eris began stroking- naturally forcing Bailey’s to do the same. Bailey visibly shook the awkward thoughts from her head and refocused her attention.

“Right- yeah. Okay. So- uhh…”

Bailey put a little bit of pressure forward to pull Eris’s new cock up and out of the way, while lowering her head to peek underneath. It was a little awkward, until Eris realized what the blonde was doing when Bailey spoke back up.

“Well, you’ve still got everything you used to down here. At least, it looks that way. Anus, vagina, clit, all of it. It’s just that you now have a giant fucking tree-trunk of a cock as well.”

Eris shivered when Bailey’s finger ran down the thin, smooth space between the base of her cock and the very top of her pussy. “No balls, though, which is a little weird. Any potion I’ve ever made that gives a dick always gives the testicles as well, even when I’ve tried to get rid of them. The question, of course, is whether you’re even able to cum without them.”

Gods, Bailey’s probing, analytical fingers were making Eris’s new, very sensitive member unhappy in the best way. Eris felt like she was going to explode.

“I mean, if you have your pussy you should still be able to cum from that, but sperm and semen and stuff is produced in the sack, which you don’t have. I’d guess that it would be a dry fire if you cum, but then why do you have a urethra if stuff isn’t gonna be coming out?” She angled it downwards to point the tip directly at her while she examined. “Can you pee with it but not cum? Wait, would the pee come from your pussy or your-”

Bailey was cut off by a shuddering groan from Eris as that building, new, strange pressure snapped like a rope under tension. Fire ignited through Eris’s lower half, and she felt that familiar sensation of her pussy- her carnal tunnel clenching down, muscle rippling and quivering in orgasmic bliss to hold tight onto whatever may have been inserted at the time. Right now, though, it was disappointingly empty. Not that Eris could focus on that part because all of it had only been one half of the sensation.

The other was the pulsing fire in her pelvis- as oppressive as hammers banging on steel. It felt so much like when Eris really, really had to pee; holding it in until she felt like a water balloon ready to burst, then finally releasing when she could manage to get to a toilet. However, it wasn’t coming from the normal place in her vagina. It was throbbing through the entire, monstrous length of her new member that bucked in her and Bailey’s grip.

Eris’s only confirmation that she wasn’t pissing all over her alchemy tutor was the fact that urine wasn’t white. Nor was it as thick and creamy as this, nor did it fire in individual, powerful spurts instead of a continuous stream.

Bailey made a noise of surprise, but simply squeezed her eyes shut. Blessedly, some part of her understood what was happening a little bit before Eris herself did, since Bailey’s hand wrapped around Eris’s length began pumping rapidly. A firm, commanding grip to massage the length and coax out every bit of what was pouring onto her face. Eris shuddered, growing a little weak and beginning to fall backwards off the stool since it didn’t have a backrest. She was stopped, however, by an armoured Knight that swooped in to hold her up while Eris groaned, shuddered and shook.

It was awful in the best way. It was agonizingly amazing, and Eris nearly felt like her heart was going to pop from how fast it was slamming against the inside of her chest. On and on and on the moment stretched until eventually that pressure down below abated. Still her dick throbbed with an empty pulse, as if trying to push out more fluid that wasn’t coming. It was a long moment before Eris’s vision finally cleared and she realized she was bottomless, leaning almost completely backwards off a stool and only supported by strong arms clad in polished metal. There were no words shared as Eris used Charlotte’s aid to lean back forward and regain her balance on the stool.

Bailey, however, was a different sight.

For one, she was covered.

Thick, creamy globs of syrupy white fluid ran in long, powerful streaks across the entire length of her face. A lot of it was pasted in sticky strings through the blonde-and-brown tussles of hair atop her head, and even the bushy ponytail hanging behind her. Even more of it, however, was dripping down her cheeks and her chin to continue running down her bare chest.

Eris watched Bailey take off glasses that were now completely opaque with cream, then use her free hand to scoop fingers into the crevices of her eyes and scrape away any extra fluid that had managed to get past her improvised eye protection. Eventually, they opened and Eris could see a twinkle in Bailey’s soft blues.

“Well,” Bailey said, blinking a few times. “That certainly answers my question.”

“I- uhh…” Eris stammered. “Sorry?”

Bailey’s lips curled into a grin. “Oh, Cutiepie, you have nothing to be sorry about.”

Eris just looked over the absolute mess of cum that was now plastering Bailey, who was also taking large scoops of it off and squinting at it dripping from her fingers. The sight made Eris’s still-erect cock throb so hard Eris almost thought it would tear free and fall to the floor.

“But- there’s… a lot?”

“Fuck yeah, there’s a lot!” Bailey laughed, wiping her cummy fingers on her pants and then going to clean off some more. “The only time I ever see a load like that is when I start pulling out some crazy aphrodisiac potions and edge someone for hours- and then only if they haven’t cum in weeks. And honestly? They’re still not as big as that.”

Bailey tried to wipe her glasses clean, but really only managed to leave smudged trails across the lenses. She chuckled. “Fucking Grihm, what was that? Like… twenty ropes? I lost count, dammit! And each had like twice the volume than anyone else! You probably came more than a fucking horse!”

Eris’s cheeks went red. From behind her, Charlotte murmured. “Is it because she’s an Echo of Lust?”

Bailey scoffed, lifting her discarded shirt and dragging one of the sleeves over her face to wipe off the majority of what was left. There was still cum in her hair when she lowered the shirt, though. “I think it’s pretty fuckin’ safe to assume that. Like, that wasn’t even a potion you made, Eris. That was one of mine. A regular, run-of-the-mill Phallus Philter that somehow let you have both kinds of junk, the biggest and most gorgeous dick I’ve ever seen, and a cumshot more than most people produce in a week.”

Bailey put her glasses back on, but Eris wasn’t really sure how much they were helping anymore. Regardless, the topless blonde huffed. “Yeah, there’s definitely some Lust-y shit goin’ on.”

“What do we do?” Eris asked, staring hard down at the thick slab of dick sticking out from between her legs. It was girthy, long, and frankly monstrous. Eris had seen some of the toys on Bailey’s shelf back in her old room that made her heart clench in fear, and now she was rivalling even those. Bailey laughed, stood up from her kneeling position between Eris’s legs, then sauntered over to a nearby worktable. What she grabbed, however, was a bit surprising.

Bailey walked back, a tape measure in hand, then crouched back down. “Well, the first thing we’re gonna do is take some measurements to see how fucking big this thing is.”

Eris felt her cheeks burning. “Uhh, why?”

“Because all the researchers are gonna want accurate measurements since this is effectively a mutation of what should have been a normal potion- enhanced by your own nature as an Echo of Lust. Honestly, they’ll probably measure it themselves anyway, but I want these measurements for myself.”

Eris didn’t respond. Charlotte flicked her eyes between Bailey, the dick in the blonde’s hand, and the redhead it was attached to. “We should go tell the dean right now.”

Bailey glanced up, and even through the blurry, cum-smudged glasses, Eris could see the blonde wink. “Not yet.”

“Huh?” Charlotte blinked. Bailey giggled.

“This whole break was to help Eris relax, and she still seems really, really pent up.” She grabbed hold of Eris’s iron-hard shaft and gave a gentle stroke. “So we’re gonna keep going until she’s nice and drained, then inform the dean about this ‘big development’.”

Bailey held up the strip of white fabric with measurements notated all along the length. “Right now, though, I’d really like to know just how much dick I’m gonna get fucked by, and by how much it beats my previous records.”