At first, Bryndon continues trying to meditate in the warm waters of the bath. There was no point in acknowledging the faint but distracting sex that the couple next door was engaged in. The heat of the water cascades up and down his body, mixing with the innate sexual heat that just wouldn’t dissipate. His iron rod partially submerged in the waters that were gradually becoming hotter, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
Bryndon doesn’t dare to touch his cock. He keeps his fists open and relaxed within the waters, sitting quietly and deeply meditating to his own racing heartbeat. Flexing his muscles to wring out the exhaustion trapped deep inside his muscular form. Stopped clenching his jaws and taking deep and fulfilling breaths of the steam and natural scents.
Bryndon fell into a trance, the heat being so comfortable and his paces of breathing and meditation taking him deep into his own subconscious, to find inner peace within himself. It would have worked if he had been clear of the curse. With it seeping deep into his muscular body, mingling with the heat of the water and suffusing deep into his core, Bryndon was vulnerable.
The sounds of the couple going roughly next door were pushed to the forefront of his thoughts. He couldn’t realize he was fantasizing it, or the fact that he was looking at it in his mind’s eye. His conscious thoughts were in a trance, leaving his subconscious open to suggestion by the curse to take control.
“Fuck, Bryndon you’re such a big guy! Harder, harder! Anh!”
The curse alters what he hears, the woman shouting his name instead of whoever was getting balls deep in her. He could not stop himself from fantasizing about it, finding himself over Lissa Fierre with his cock and hips pistoning into her. Each moan and each pant the couple made was instead in his mind, him being the man and Lissa in place of the woman.
Lissa Fierre, the one that was openly showing him affection and desire but had always held herself back. She made him struggle with himself, yearning for the pleasure of the flesh. Both kept to themselves for their faith, to keep themselves pure.
The heat shorts out Bryndon’s brain, mindlessly following the fantasy. All of his code and vows couldn’t be remembered as he follows along with the couple’s thrusts and moans. In his mind’s eye, he thrusts and hears Lissa’s sexually charged voice moan sensually, his muscular arms holding himself steady as he fucks her senseless.
His hands grab onto his cock, wisps of the curse pulsing inside his arms. As his hands start pumping his cock to the rhythm of the thrusting, his already muscular arms engorges with more muscle visibly growing with each stroke. Waves of the growth start from the hands that were masturbating the thickening cock, forearms, and arms slowly growing bigger, flowing into his shoulders and the body.
Each stroke, his body pulses just a little bit bigger. Feels the pussy he’s fucking become a little bit tighter. His muscles ripple bigger as the curse settles into its new home. The hot twin eggs hanging from his crotch engorges with cum, bloating up and becoming permanent. Bloating until it was as big as grade-A chicken eggs.
“How’d you like my fucking, Bryndon, my cock in your tight pussy!”
Somehow, that sentence brought something up in Bryndon. He was so close to orgasming when the fantasy of getting a dick so deep into his tight hole comes to the forefront of his mind. A slit forms under his balls, sopping wet and pulsing with need as hot water floods into his folds.
There was no more holding back as he erupts, cum pouring out of his cock with staggered moans, purplish ropes of seed falling back into the water and mixing, disappearing. His new womanly parts squirted purple-hued fluids that fades away into the waters surrounding it.
Bryndon could imagine it, cumming around the cock and also from his cock deep inside his own pussy. And he snaps awake.
In shock, Bryndon pulls his hands away from his 11-inch hard penis, surprised at the fact that he had been stroking his cock in his meditative trance. He couldn’t remember what had happened in it, but looking in the waters showed no cum. He believes he had not cum.
“Oh Light, what came over me?” Bryndon looks to his hands, unable to believe he stroked his cock. It was then that he feels the heat under his balls. Reaching down, he could not help but gasp when his hands slides into his folds and a moan escapes his mouth. Hands cup over his mouth in shock.
Lissa on his mind, Bryndon stands up for his towel. He doesn’t notice his form being slightly bigger, now standing at an impressive 6’6 and 20 lbs heavier with muscle. He needs to find out what is wrong with himself. Lissa could help.