Natalie wiggled her pajama bottoms and panties down, bung them to her knees. Jordan sat on Natalie's p, grabbing her cod pressing it into her stomach—having to bunch her own shirt up to get the full sight of it against her skin. At ten inches, it stuck up well past her navel. Natalie's head went a little fuzzy, seeing that massive sb of eat pressed into Jordan's midriff. Eight to ten was an even bigger jump thahought.

  "Okay," Jordan said, her breathing growing suddenly shallo, yeah. That's … that's a lot of cock."

  She turned around on Natalie's p, fag Sofia, then scooted up Natalie, resting her ass on Natalie's lower stomaatalie couldn't see it, but she felt Jordahe hot brand of her cock bato her stomach, presenting the lewd sight for Sofia.

  "So," Jordan said to Sofia. "What do you think? Is it too much? Could I take it?"

  Sofia looked at her, red-faced and wide-eyed. Her gaze bounced between the monstrous length pressed into Jordan's stomad her faot sure where to settle.

  "It's..." Sofia choked out. "That's … how would I know?"

  Jordan ughed. "You're right." She turned back around, getting back situated, then reached down and grabbed Natalie's cock, lining it up. "Only one way to find out. No point iing."

  Natalie's heart started to sm as Jordan rubbed Natalie's cock around, teasing her sensitive tip between her pussy lips. Slowly, she started to lower herself. Sliding i heat hugged her, Natalie's breath ing faster.

  "F-Fuck," Jordan groaned, stopping after only an inch down. "Yeah. That's … a lot bigger. More—than it looks. Okay." After a brief pause, Jordan bit her lip, then pressed her hips down harder, taking more of Natalie. Natalie tensed, watg Jordan's eyes get wider and wider as she lowered herself. Almost as much as the squeeziion, it was watg Jordan's back arch, the look on her face, that had her heart smming in her chest.

  "You good?" Natalie breathed, transfixed.

  "It's really stretg me out," Jordan gasped in response. "F-Fuck. But yeah. I'm good."

  "You sure?"

  "I think," Jordan said, eyes half-lidded. She started to rock her hips, easing more of Natalie's co. Natalie groaned as Jordan's pussy swallowed more and more of her. "You've always felt big, but this is… this is…"

  "Too much?"

  "Holy? Maybe." Shuddering, Jorda going—refusing to fail at her task. Finally, she slid the st in, hilting Natalie inside of her. She groaned, resting her forehead on Natalie's shoulder and panting loudly. Jordan's pussy squeezed around her, g and ung, as if trying to milk her out while just sitting there. She felt so much tighter than she remembered that Natalie almost couldn't believe it.

  "Fuck, I'm so full," Jordan whispered. "I barely move." She rocked her hips a bit, shuddering at the sensation of Natalie's cock stirring around inside her. "Y-Yeah. Ten inches is too muat. At least, ten of those inches. You're so thick, too." Despite saying she couldn't ha, she kept rog on Natalie's p, wiggling her cock around with increasing speed. "You're due for an upgrade. It's too much."

  Her movements stilled, and she stayed there, panting. Natalie peeked over Jordan's shoulder, catg a glimpse of Sofia. The blush had spread from her cheeks and down to her chest. She was breathing shallowly, chest heaving. Her gaze was locked ohe two of them were joined. On Natalie's cock splitting Jordan open. Natalie's gaze lingered on those wide blue eyes for a moment, before turning back to Jordan.

  "If we o, we o," Natalie murmured. Though if she were being pletely ho, the breathy gasps Jordan was making at being barely able to take her were doing a few wonderful things for her arousal. But Jordan's attered more, obviously.

  Closing her eyes, she funneled energy into [Bigger Is Better].

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  [Bigger Is Better]: Progression advanced from 1 to 2.

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  [Bigger Is Better] - PASSIVE. PROGRESSION 2. Oversized ons receive {moderate} boo offensive power and are {moderately} easier to maneuver.

  ***

  At the same moment the skill upgraded, Jordan sucked in a gasp of air, shifting around on Natalie's p.

  "Oh, . That was crazy. You did it?"

  "Yeah."

  "While it was still inside me." Shivering, Jordan ground her hips around. "That felt super weird. But it's … easier now."

  Natalie's breath caught as Jordan's grinding slowly turned into boung, thighs gently spping into Natalie's as she worked herself up and down Natalie's cock.

  "Or, sort of?" Jordan moaned. "Fuck. You feel just as big. I don't know how to describe it. I'm so stretched out, but it's also easier? I'm so fug full." She pressed her forehead into Natalie's own, her green eyes looking deep into hers, panting on Natalie's face. Her hips worked lewdly, frantically, losing herself in the pleasure of Natalie's cock.

  But then, bit by bit, she slowed herself. Groaning in annoyance, Jordan slid her way down Natalie's p, uhing. Her cock slid out of Jorda and glistening from her juices. Shuddering, Jordan rolled to the side, off Natalie's p, and bato her own spot on the couch.

  "Saving that for tonight," Jordan said firmly, more to herself than Natalie. "Like I said, it'd be rude to just fu the couch."

  "Seriously?"

  She patted Natalie's thigh. "We were just testing to see if you he upgrade. The experiment's over, now." She batted her eyes ily. "Why, you weren't expeg more, were you?"

  Natalie huffed, but pulled up her bunched-down clothing without further protest. Jordan ughed and did the same. Their attention, finally, turo Sofia. Who was, of course, flushing furiously at the show they'd put on.

  "Are you two quite done?" she demanded.

  "It was ygestion," Jordan said. "But yeah. Now we know."

  "It was not my idea." Sofia sniffed. "Anyway, you get an upgrade to your hammer-wielding from that, too. So it was an acceptable choice regardless of … other ies."

  Jordan snorted, but, like Sofia, also returo the practical discussion. "That's all your points, then?"

  "Most of them," Natalie replied. "Have to keep some in reserve for [Empower], if I ."

  "Fair. So, skills are handled. Last topic of the night: you figure anything out with Elida?"

  Natalie slumped into the sofa, instantly feeling weary. She had, of course, told Jordan and Sofia about the enter the same night it had happehe discussion had been fruitless though; they were as clueless as Natalie how Elida khe things she did.

  "hink she's avoiding me. Lettiew over the whole situation. Don't know why."

  "She's a iver," Jordan said. "Maybe trying to soften you up for the offer? Have you agree to join her out of pure curiosity, if nothing else?" She bit her lip. "I wish there was something we could do about it."

  Natalie grunted in agreement.

  "You know," Jordan said. "Ana came up with a pretty good idea. She said it might not be that the Parda-Halts that know about csses like yours, but that it might be Elida herself. As in, personally."

  "Huh?"

  "Because she might be sponsored by a deity."

  Natalie stiffened. "Wait. Really? You think that's possible?"

  "There's seven Passions, isn't there? And Lust wasn't the only one of them waking, acc to that mural we saw. Who says Elida didn't get a css sponsored by a deity, too? There's nothing guaranteeing your situation is unique—or that you're the only lust-based css, even."

  Natalie leaned bato the couch, her mind rag a mile a minute. Even the arousal created by Jordan's teasing took a suddeal backseat.

  Because it made sense. While a shot-in-the-dark theory, it would expin why Elida had equated Natalie's fast progression to 'something strange going on', mentioning, specifically, the Bestower.

  "It's … a possibility," Natalie said.

  "And it makes her a huge problem, if true," Sofia said, her expression having grown dark. "If she has a css as strong as Natalie's, and all the resources and training of a major house, no wonder she's at the top of our css. She'll be at the top of society in a few years, with advantages like those."

  The three of them sat in silence, ruminating.

  "Let's hope that's not it, then," Natalie finally said.

  "Let's hope," Jordan agreed.

  None of them sounded optimistic.