"Wow," Camille breathed. "Is it … is it bigger than before?" While amazed and admiring, she also sounded fused. "It is, isn't it?"

  Natalie paused. Right—Camille had spied on her back when [Heavy onry] had been at first progression. Her skill upgrades had left it noticeably rger sihen. Two inches, which wasn't a lot, objectively speaking, but six was a big differenpared to eight, especially when it had gotten proportionally thicker, too.

  And while those were ridiculous thoughts to be having—how was she supposed to expin to Camille that her css upgraded her coatalie's heart fluttered at the sho the woman's face. Having a on that literally stuher girls silent was, well, pretty great for the ego. She waggled her hips, letti heavy inches of girldick sway side to side. Camille's eyes went even wider as she watched it.

  The mage hopped off the sink and walked etting down on her knees, putting her eye-level to Natalie's cock.

  "Where did you evehis thing from?" Camille murmured. She ughed, suddenly. "And, you know, most guys with oversized ons are pensating for something," she said, thumbing over her shoulder, indig Natalie's hammer, "But not you. You're pag in bards."

  Natalie snorted. She guessed that was true. She waggled her hips a sed time, enjoying the way Camille's stunned expression tracked it. Her cock twitched uhe attention—and the proximity of Camille's face.

  "You touch it," Natalie teased. "Don't be scared. Where'd all the fidence go?"

  Camille rolled her eyes. Despite pying it cool, her hand approached slowly, shying away before actually w up the nerve. A tentative grip ed around the base of Natalie's coatalie tried to reach down to put a hand on the back of Camille's head, but she was quickly reminded of her bindings. In fact, her hips might have the most freedom across her entire body; she was well locked down, both her ankles and wrists entombed. Wiggling was all she could manage, and not all that well.

  "It's … hot," Camille murmured. "And … oh, it's twitg." Natalie s the surprise in her voice, which Camille eyed her for. "And, really, I swear it's bigger than before." She bit her lip, then finally tore her eyes up to meet Natalie's. Vines were still sliding around Natalie's body, squeezing her breasts, thighs, ankles, and just about everywhere else, but in a subdued manner, not as distrag as before—Camille giving the two of them space to talk. "This might be rude, so feel free not to answer. But how did you get this thing? Were you born with it? I've been w."

  Natalie had already giveruth of her css to Sammy—part of it, at least—siny sistent partner couldn't really avoid knowing, seeing how Natalie literally had a cock that grew in size as she upgraded it. She wao keep her css on the down-low, but with obvious giveaways like that, she could only hide the details.

  "My css gave it to me. And no, I've got no idea why. Through a skill called [Heavy onry], and yeah, it is getting bigger."

  Uandably, Camille stared at her. "Are you fug with me?"

  "Nope. No clue why it happened. Believe me, I feel the same way." That was the truth. Maybe lying by omission to some extent, since expining she had a lust-based css would clear some things up, but even ating for that, why it'd given her a cock was a mystery. She hardly he extra equipment to indulge in lustful as. Even if she would admit she did appreciate the addition, by this point.

  Camille spent a sed longer looking disbelievingly between Natalie and her cock, then finally, she shook her head. "Well, however it happened, lucky me." She hesitated as she stroked up and down Natalie's length, as if sidering something. She let go and stepped away. "My vines get their way with you first," she announced firmly—more to herself than Natalie. "It'd be a waste to go all vanil when we have so maer options."

  With that said, Camille walked back to the sink, hopped up, and pointed her staff back at Natalie, taking trol of the vihe brief respite ended. All across her body, squirming green pnts tightened, pulling Natalie taut, massaging her flesh. O of vines ed around her cod began to work, twisting and thrusting with a slippery, tight grip that left her moaning. Being jerked off by vines. It was really somethily as Camil had promised.

  It also made a question pop into Natalie's head.

  "How much you trol the shape?" Natalie asked, panting. The words were interrupted by a loud groan of hers. The vines were really going at it.

  "What'd'you mean?"

  Her mind had wandered, of course, to that first enter down in the dungeon, so simir to this ohere, the vines assaulting her hadn't all been—well, typical vihere'd been a squeezing, slippery hole for her to thrust into.

  " you make them into something else? ge their shape?"

  Camille tilted her head. "Eborate?"

  Natalie's hips jerked forward subsciously, almost to emphasize the point. She was beyond being embarrassed, by this point, so she said it out loud: "A hole? you make me a hole?"

  The mage's eyebrows went up. Her face reddened. Despite the embarrassment, though, she seemed immediately curious. "I don't think so?" she said. "But maybe ... if I try something like …"

  Her staff still pointed forward, energy pulsed through the air, the familiar sense of mana being eled. The vine massaging her cock pulled away, then started to pulse, rippling waves of green flesh c through its length. Camille's brow stayed furrowed as she worked. The end of the vine expanded, morphing until there was a bulbous knob at the end, the pnt-flesh folding in and smoothing, creating a familiar sight. Something surprisingly simir to that first enter in the dungeon.

  "Huh," Camille said. "Seriously. I did not know I could do that."

  At this point, Natalie was fident Camille's spells were being influenced by her css. She doubted the mage could ge the shape of her vio that extent under normal ditions. So Natalie's css was helping her along. Again, what did that mean, practically speaking?

  But those thoughts were quickly muted. The majority of her attention was focused on the lewd dispy in front of her. Fug Camille's newly formed pnt-pussy. It hovered forward to rub into her, and Natalie shoved her hips forward. She missed, her cock sliding on slippery lips and thrusting past. Natalie whined in annoyance. She wanted in.

  "Don't be hasty, now," Camille scolded, amused at her eagerness. She guided the vine up, positioning it right at the tip of Natalie's cock, teasihen darting it backward when Natalie thrust again. Natalie whined louder. "Say please, first."

  Natalie panted. She barely hesitated; again, her shame was gone, by this point. "Please," she said. "Please, Camille. I want inside. I want to fuck yht pussy."

  Camille ughed, though Natalie's bluntness instantly had her face fming. "W-Well. Who am I to deny a polite request?"

  The vine approached. This time, Camille didn't jerk it away. Natalie thrust, and finally, she sank into tight, slippery vine-pussy, groaning as squeezing pleasure washed through her.