The Player Witch Augment 2: Paranormal Virility
Written By D.

	Katrina almost dropped the controller in disgust, staring at the results screen. It was a hard-fought battle, ending in a tie-breaking match that split the rounds five-four.
	And she lost!
	The unknown esoteric energies of the world that baffled scientists were at her fingertips. The powers the old gods talked about were hers to wield in any fashion she chose. Despite the primitive job title 'witch doctor,' it were the regular doctors who were savages compared to her immense understanding of the human form (especially the schlongs).
	She knew there were technosorcerers out there who could manipulate the magnetic fields and other electronic signals of televisions, computers and video game consoles. She wasn't as familiar with this avenue of magic. It held no interest to her, because despite how people inflate themselves to brag on the Internet, technosorcery couldn't actually make your cock bigger.
	Yet... here she was, defeated by a human.
	Dhalsim is so cheap, she rued grimly.
	Katrina sat next to her new friend Ross, who rolled his fist and cheered in victory, that new cock she'd made him already going to his head. Even with her larger cock hidden in her dress, she still somehow felt inadequate in the light of this defeat.
	“You win.” She set the controller down delicately, no matter how strongly she wanted to smash it just so she could deny this obviously broken controller the joy of being knitted back together with her magic.
	“So...” Ross unplugged his controller and wound the cord up around the center, between the twin analog sticks. “Were you serious about the bet?”
	In all her post-defeat commiseration, she forgot there was sex in her immediate future. “Of course.” Katrina answered, shifting her weight a bit, feeling the hidden anaconda between her legs. She wasn't sure how Ross would react to seeing this. Maybe he'd be into it, maybe not. The density of fetishes and paraphilias made it impossible to predict exactly what someone wanted. “Do you want to cash that in now, or save it?”
	If Ross had anything else planned, it could clearly wait. “Now's good.” He nodded, his hand already unfastening his belt.
	Katrina was hoping to have some time to fix her predicament. “Why don't you wait out here, while I freshen up?”
	“Sure.” He said, allowing her to disappear into the back.
	Katrina threw her dress off. She'd managed to keep in control and never let herself grow hard in front of him. This thing was massive, over a foot long soft. It was the biggest she'd ever seen on anyone, and somehow, she'd gotten it rather than any of her clients.
	Not only was she the President of the Enormous Cock Lovers Club... she was also a client.
	Katrina remembered Ross' theory that there was a 'glitch' in the spell that caused all the shrinking techniques to make it bigger instead, like subtracting from a negative number. She could try using the orange stretching powder... but it was out in the shop where Ross was waiting for her.
	She didn't have time to flip through her spell books, looking for a cock-shrinking spell that might not even exist. Katrina looked at the spare ingredients she had in the back, like a chef looking at what they had on hand to cook for company they didn't know they'd have two minutes ago. No recipes jumped out to her. Somehow, they'd never taught those spells in school.
	There was that “grow the cock” spell she'd used on Martin just to get him out of her hair. It was probably a “grow anything” spell, but she'd never used it on anything but cocks. (Well, there was that one time she was at a “dread school” party and the pizzas came without the promised extra cheese. That didn't go well... but there was plenty of pizza... for when the fire department showed up.)
	Katrina stood, legs apart, in front of her mirror. She pointed her finger at her reflection.
	Something started to grow, but it wasn't magical. At the sight of her own reflection, the satisfying curve of her breasts, her lean stomach and shapely legs... she slowly grew erect. The tip of her seventeen inch cock came to rest between her breasts, not a bad place for it.
	Was it just the cock that filled her mind with lust? Katrina spun around in place, turning her head over her shoulder to look at her back and behind. Her heart pounded faster at the sight of her nicely round ass, even the gentle curves of her back and spine, and the tantalizing phenomenon they called 'side-boob.'
	She faced the mirror again. It was not the sight of the cock that was arousing her. It was the cock itself that wanted her. Or perhaps, the cock wanted what some cocks want: pussy, ass, titties, etc. She'd never once doubted she was straight in her life, but now her head boiled with fantasies of going to Texas and drilling for pussy and striking white oil.
	How embarrassing these thoughts were. Katrina was a professional perverted witch doctor, with a degree on the wall she had a friend make up on a computer as a joke. (Her real graduation ceremony submitted unto her an ever-snapping rat skull of Bathul.) No matter how much she wanted to ravage every giant dick she created, that wasn't her place. She made the dicks huge, and the owners chose what to do with them.
	But now... she was the owner. And she could choose to do whatever she wanted. Her hand trembled as it approached her cock.
	“You have a customer!” Ross called out from the front.
	Katrina cursed quietly. “I'll be out in a few minutes!” She called back. Closing her fist, she looked at her reflection again, staring at the huge target. She threw her arm back and was ready to cast her spell.
	“He needs you now, he says!” Ross said again, interrupting her spell.
	“Well, he needs to hold onto his horse!” She shouted back. “Show him what I'll make for him if he just waits a damn second!” She threw the spell, muttering the incantation as quietly as she could. The white flash struck the mirror, ricocheted and hit her right in the cock.
	Katrina grit her teeth and resisted the urge to scream in pain. The spell burned her cock with that magical energy, somewhere between fire and electricity. She buckled to the floor, looking at herself in the mirror. The cock was surrounded by a web of white electricity that slowly shrunk, the cock shrinking with it. The pain faded as the member grew smaller and smaller until it vanished.
	Katrina palpated her groin with her palm. It was gone; no evidence of it remained. She stood, again inspecting her nude form in front of the mirror. Her heart was steady, her lust in check. All she felt was the normal pride and satisfaction of her beauty. A bit of that was the belly fat burning spells she occasionally used to keep herself trim, but there was no shame in that. She was in the shop all day, every day. She didn't have time to do sit-ups when there were high scores to get. The rest... was all her.
	She pointed her finger towards the ceiling and made a gentle sound. A ribbon of silk spun in the air in a circle above her head. The cyclone of fabric spun faster as it descended over her nude form and took the shape of a semisheer purple nightgown. Other witches and witch doctors had orange or black as their favorite color. Not Katrina.
	Sauntering back out to the front of the shop, she pressed herself against the doorway and pulled one leg up, the hem of the nightgown sliding down her thigh. She looked at Ross and saw him frowning.
	This was not the reaction she was used to. “What?” She brought her leg down.
	“I showed that guy, but I forgot I was still small when I'm soft.” Ross' voice trembled a bit with frustration. “He was like, 'What is this, a joke?' And he left. I have never been so humiliated in my life.”
	With a short incantation and a gesture, Ross slid across the floor like it was ice, thrust towards Katrina, who grabbed him by the head with both hands and kissed him, long and slow, on his lips.
	“I'm sorry.” She said gently. “If you want, I'll figure it out and get you bigger when you're soft. But don't worry about that guy. Who cares what he thinks? You know what you got, and now it's time to test it out.”
	Katrina spun him around so she was on the desk, with Ross above her. She opened her legs, revealing her neat pussy to him. Ross quickly scooped out his cock, bringing it to rest above her crotch. They both watched as it grew longer as it stiffened, like a condom filled at the faucet.  It stretched from her groin up past her belly button.
	“Are you sure we can do this?” Ross said. “I don't want to hurt you.”
	Katrina blew an unconcerned raspberry. “You won't. It's not romantic to say this, but I've done this a lot, and with lots and lots of big fat cocks. You're going to do just fine. I know it.”
	Ross was still nervous about proceeding. He'd never had to worry about hurting someone before; this curse nevertheless gave him the liberty to pound as hard as he wanted. “Should I start with a few fingers?”
	“No, don't waste time.” Katrina shook her head. “I don't need foreplay. You resting that huge hot thing against my stomach has made me horny like an untamed hippo. Let's get rolling.”
	Ross took a deep breath, trying to ready himself. He set his hands on Katrina's hips, and she brought her hands over his. She smiled as he stepped back, placing the end of his cock on the opening of her slit. She closed her eyes and held her breath, anticipating the intense log of hot meat sliding effortlessly into her, filling her, completing her, ring ring ring, ring ring ring.
	What the fuck is that, she thought? Ross let got of her hips and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Hello?” Katrina couldn't quite find the words to express her outrage. If this was a call to change long-distance provider, she would fly to MCI headquarters and turn them into a novelty dildo factory.
	Ross' mood darkened, and his brow knit together on his forehead. “Oh, my God. I'll be there as soon as I can.” He put the phone away, and reached to put himself away, too.
	Katrina's hand intercepted the cock and held it out. The heat coming off this thing was incredible. “Does 'as soon as I can' include a quickie?”
	Ross pulled his cock free of her grasp. “I don't think so. I'm sorry.”
	Wow. It must be important, then, Katrina thought. Or at least, she hoped she was still sexy enough that he wouldn't leave unless it was something big. Something huge. Like that dick. “You want to talk about it?” She offered.
	Ross looked at her. “No, not really.” He tucked himself into his jeans and struggled to get the fly all the way up. “Can we maybe do this another time?”
	“Sure.” Katrina sat up. “Let's take a, how do you Americans say, rain check-mark. Come by tomorrow.”
	Ross reluctantly went off. Once the door clicked closed, Katrina groaned. She was so close to getting that glorious man meat inside her. How could she wait a whole day for that?
	Katrina sat at her desk, staring at the door, waiting for someone new to come in to hopefully fuck, or at least to grope his dick and make it bigger.
	She waited until she couldn't wait any longer, which was less than four minutes. The fires of her lust were burning hot, and her hand went down to her crotch. She rubbed herself in a little circle with two fingers. She stared out the door, waiting for someone to show up, hoping someone would walk in and catch her in this position. She hadn't even taken off the semisheer nightgown.
	Katrina stopped herself, not out of shame or because a customer finally appeared, but because she wasn't getting any closer. Maybe she shouldn't have made fun of Ross' masturbation technique. He got there, at least.
	Katrina got up and went to the back, back to her full length mirror. She clenched her fist and felt it charge with arcane energies. She pointed it at the mirror, barking an incantation. It bounced off and hit her. She pulled up the hem of her nightgown and looked at her groin. Out grew a new cock, fully erect and six inches long. With how horny she was, she wasn't surprised to see it come out already erect.
	Her fingers landed on it and rubbed it from tip to base a few times. At this length, it didn't take long. Six inches was a statistically average penis. Some disputed this, but with the many kinds of cocks she saw, she felt pretty confident in her analysis. Of course, she was hoping to skew the average in this city, if she could.
	Fist glowing again, she cast the spell a second time. It engorged, growing in length and girth, her balls inflating to the size of chicken eggs. She measured it again. It had doubled in size perfectly to twelve inches. In her years of research, this was the perfect cock size. Then again, thirteen was almost more perfect. And fifteen inches could be fun if she'd had time to warm up to it. But for general use, for someone who can't change it at any capricious whim, this was the best all-around cock.
	Katrina pulled the nightgown off her body and examined her nude form. Somehow, the cock wasn't the center of attention, but her generous breasts and curvaceous legs. Like Narcissus before her, here she was, falling in love with her reflection. Well, 'love' was a strong word. She didn't know if English had a word that meant exactly what she was feeling, but surely there was a Greek word for the emotion 'desperately want to fuck.'
	Katrina's hand went around the base of her cock, unable to touch her thumb to her other fingers as she held it. She worked it up to the tip, rubbing her thumb against the top of the head. A drop of clear precum gathered at the apex. She took it between her fingers and brought it to her mouth, a gentle spiderweb-like strand connecting her finger to her cock until it reached her tongue.
	The tiny morsel of nectarlike precum filled her mouth with the flavor of her jizz, sweet without being cloying, like melted ice cream. Katrina's heart pounded in her throat and felt aroused drool pool in her mouth. Her hand returned to her cock and she stared at herself as she masturbated shamelessly.
	Drops of precum flicked around her hand, and she brought it back to her mouth to taste the wonderful flavor again. She spat into her hand and coated her cock in a wet sheen as her fingers slid effortlessly against the wet skin.
	Katrina hopped forward, looking closer at her reflection. It wasn't just the feeling of jerking off that was arousing her, or watching her breasts bounce as she moved her arm rapidly, or watching her balls rock back and forth as her closed fist nearly slapped them with each downward stroke. It was her face, eyes wide, cheeks slightly reddened, just enough sweat to make her skin shimmer, mouth opened with tongue raised... she'd never felt such attraction to any woman, certainly not herself.
	The door jingled open, and someone in the front of the store called out. “Is anyone there?” It was a man's voice.
	Katrina clenched her teeth and gasped in surprise, but couldn't quite corral her hand from wanking. Why were all the customers coming around now? “I'm on lunch break!” She yelled. “Come back later!”
	“The door was open.” The voice retorted.
	“I forgot to lock it.” Katrina said bitterly, in a blunder she couldn't believe she was stupid enough to do. “Just leave. I'll lock it after you go.”
	“I just want one thing.” The customer persisted.
	Katrina stumbled closer to the entrance of the back room, unable to see the customer from her vantage point. That meant he couldn't see her, either. “I can't help you right now. Please come back later!” She gasped, unable to say long sentences with her breath so deep and rapid.
	The man was quiet for a few seconds. Katrina listened for the jingle of him opening the door again to leave. Instead, she saw a breach of customer etiquette. The customer had walked behind the desk and entered the back room, now only a few feet away from Katrina. This man, in his thirties and wearing a salmon golf shirt, saw Katrina in full view as she stood there, entirely naked and masturbating her enormous cock.
	“Get out!!” Katrina screamed, unable to think of a spell to send him away. The man ran in the opposite direction, knocking over her chair in a rush to leave the shop.
	Katrina's cheeks burned like meteorites. She prided herself of not having any shame. Embarrassment was never a cool emotion to express. That's why she loved helping men with their shameful tiny penises. What good does feeling embarrassed do for a person, on an intellectual or evolutionary level? What is the point? But here she was, having just experienced, as Ross adequately phrased it earlier, the greatest humiliation of her life.
	If there was a way to measure it, she felt confident hers was greater. That random man, she thought, just saw me naked. And he saw my penis. My erect penis. And he saw me masturbating. It could only be more embarrassing if...
	Katrina cried out suddenly, her other hand reaching out for something to come into. She didn't want to clean the mirror every time she felt a little horny. The only thing at hand was the magically created purple nightgown she'd worn before. Katrina buried the tip of her cock into the crumpled nightgown and unloaded her generous bounty of come into it, the silk soaking up and growing heavy and tacky in her left hand. Some strands of come sprayed out and left white streaks on her carpet, but most of it was absorbed.
	She brought the soaked garment close to her nose and smelled it. It was an intense bouquet of her emissions, a smell that would sell millions if they could make a scented candle that smelled like it.
	A particularly naughty thought crossed her mind, which made a wicked grin cross her face. She opened up the spattered garment, put it over her head and put it back on. The moistened nightgown clung to her, enrobing her in that sweet smell of her spunk. Her hands free, she licked the remaining come from them before it could dry. Her come tasted so sweet, she thought she'd get a cavity from eating it. She never thought of herself as a sweet person, a trait not known to be common among witches. But now she knew the truth. Brewing inside her was some sweetness after all.
	She felt the come-soaked clothing stick to her, tugging at her skin as she moved. She reluctantly removed it again, leaving shiny wet patches on her torso. Rather than return the purple silk to the magic that had created it, she folded it and left it near her sink. Nobody else could appreciate this as much as she did.
	Katrina washed herself in the basin in her bathroom. She returned to the store front, amazed she still hadn't locked the door. She locked the front and flipped the sign around to say “Closed.” But as she was about to lower the shade, she looked out the window. She could see most of the city from her little shop window, but seldom looked out to it. All her other windows were blacked out to create a gloomy atmosphere at any time.
	Perhaps nothing could replicate the thrill of that man inadvertently walking in on her... but maybe it would be good to get out of the shop more often.
	Katrina put on her leather coat, nothing on under it, and went off. Where best to find some fun?
	She stopped in at the supermarket where she bought that lobster that didn't work. At least now, everyone who worked there thought she was rich enough to eat lobster. She walked around aimlessly, trying to think of the fun things she could do here.
	Katrina stopped at the bakery section and plucked a doughnut from the shelves with a piece of wax paper. It was advertised as Boston Cream, a variety of doughnut she never liked. With a gentle spell, she dismissed the nasty cream on the inside, leaving the center hollow.
	With her back turned to most of the people out there, she brought the doughnut into her coat and pressed the hole left from the piping bag against her cock. Her other hand rubbed her cock furiously, trying to make this go as quick as possible.
	Katrina lowered her cock, parting through her coat and standing out where anyone might see it. Anyone walking at the right angle might see her cock, and wonder what on Earth she was up to.
	Katrina groaned tightly, cheeks flushing and teeth clenched, as she ejaculated into the doughnut. The doughnut filled rapidly, distending with the force of her come. Afraid she'd break the doughnut wide open, she moved it away, but her cock kept coming, a parabola of hot white come spurting out onto the floor. Katrina was helpless to stop it until she stopped coming, watching this puddle of jizz get bigger and bigger until her cock had finally had enough and drooped, temporarily satisfied but never truly defeated.
	She banished the puddle of come with the cleaning spell she'd used earlier. As hot as that was to unleash so much come, deliberately making messes for people who work for minimum wage was just unfair, especially with how effortless it was for her.
	The mess gone, she finally had a chance to consider her new creation. She could leave it for someone else to enjoy. She could call it the Bustin' Cream doughnut. They'd sell like a spicy cake, if that was the appropriate American phrase.
	Katrina found herself unable to release her creation. She bit into it, a spurt of come dribbling out the hole. She caught it with her other hand, feeling foolish for not starting her bite there. Maybe the reason they don't fill doughnuts with something this sweet is because, by comparison, the doughnut might as well be a plain bagel. She scarfed down the snack more rapidly than she'd like, saving the dollop of come on her hand for last. With every taste, it was better and better, and every other treat in the bakery section paled in comparison, no matter how lovingly made by a 48-year-old grandmother who was going to night school after work.
	Not far from the bakery was the long aisle of dairy products. She found a gallon of skim milk and cast a spell to drain the bottle. Walking the empty bottle into another aisle, she opened the lid and pointed her cock so the hole was over the opening of the milk bottle. She squatted down, trying to hide her cock from view. If nobody could see it, nobody could know what she was doing.
	Could she come again so soon? The taste of that doughnut was still on her mouth, and her special glaze. And she was hard, which surely meant that coming couldn't be too far off. Her erection had shown up to work today, and was expected to do its job.
	Katrina flinched at the sound of two carts crashing together in the next aisle over. There was a gentle apologetic conversation that followed, but their proximity gave her the sense she could be caught at any moment. How often could she count on not a single shopper in this supermarket needing some canned vegetables?
	Her legs quaking, Katrina ejaculated into the jug of milk. It took maybe thirty seconds for her orgasm to subside, but when it finally did, the jar was filled almost to the neck of the bottle.
	Katrina smirked, picked the cap off the floor, screwed it back on and sealed it with her repairing spell. Finally, she thought. A reason to buy skim milk.
	Despite having ejaculated thrice in an hour, Katrina's libido was not cooling. It was as if ejaculation was disconnected to total sexual satisfaction. For the men Katrina had known, these two were inextricably linked. Katrina carted around her special milk, looking for something to inspire her.
	She found it. Near the door, there was a display of whole watermelons. She picked up the largest one she could, making it invisible with a simple spell she hardly ever used. To think, using an invisibility spell to not be seen slinging your huge cock around by all these jealous shoppers! Where was the fun in that?
	She carried the invisible watermelon to the ladies' room at the back of the store. She set the watermelon on the sink in the bathroom and used a magical knife to cut through the rind and make a four-inch portal at the bottom of the watermelon.
	Katrina walked the watermelon into the stall with her and slowly lowered it onto her cock. The fibrous mass within stiffened as it was compacted, and water trickled out from the thin gap between her cock flesh and the sturdy hide of the watermelon. It was neither cold nor hot. She pushed in further, the resistance from the fruit growing stronger. The fruit slowly slid down her cock, leaking pink water as she broke more of the water-rich cells. She could picture this as some ripe pussy, oozing nectar with excitement at the sight of her cock.
	She was in as far as she could go, the rind of the watermelon right against her crotch and balls. She pulled out a few inches, and the negative suction felt like a huge fruity mouth sucking on it. Katrina shuddered, and thrust it back in. She pulled out halfway and thrust again and again, making arousing wet slaps with every thrust.
	Something hurt. She withdrew her cock from the melon with a wet pop and staggered out of the stall, setting the melon back down in the sink. She looked to her cock in the mirror. She felt a little lump within her cock, just below the frenular delta. It wasn't visible, but the hand was better than the eye, especially when those hands cast spells.
	She could try growing her cock again to get the obstruction out, but the spells she would use would probably grow the obstruction at the same rate. Maybe ejaculation would expel the obstruction, but... what if it didn't? She could picture her cock blowing up like a bomb with all the contained pressure. She would not risk it.
	“Blowing...” She muttered to herself. Katrina came to a seat on the lavatory floor, behind her head over. The last time she'd done this, she was a full five inches longer. Could she still reach?
	Forcing her head as far forward as her back would allow, her mouth enveloped the head of her cock. As is the most natural action in this circumstance, she began to suck. She moaned a bit as the simultaneous pleasure of giving and receiving; she'd found the zen where she could come from giving oral. (It seemed to come up a lot, but indeed: Katrina loved cocks that much.)
	With one quick, forceful inhalation, the blockage cleared, propelled out of her cock, into her mouth... and immediately into the back of her throat, where it was swallowed. Katrina coughed and choked, her hand coming to her neck, as if she could strangle herself to stop the journey of that particle into her system.
	But it was done. Just as her grandfather had warned her, now a watermelon would grow in her stomach.
	Grow... the word glowed like neon in her thought. She looked into the mirror at her seemingly adequate member.
	But since when was adequate, adequate?
	She barked the spell at the mirror, it bounced off and struck her directly in the penis. Her cock swelled in every dimension. Even her balls got larger and heavier, big enough to be held in a single hand like a baseball.
	Katrina had to know for sure. She summoned a measuring tape and got the official number. Eighteen and one-quarter inches. About one inch larger than earlier. This was officially the biggest human penis in the world.
	It wasn't totally clear to her whether having the larger penis increased her lust; Katrina spent most of her life in heat as it was. But what was clear was she'd need a larger hole. She cut a ring around the first hole, making about two inches larger. Katrina shed her leather coat, put her right foot up on the sink, and proceeded to fuck the hell out of that melon.
	Her cock passed almost to the inner wall of the melon, squishing the fibrous fruit inside and enveloping her cock in moist, quivering, yielding flesh. With every thrust, there was the wet, jealous pull from the fruit, calling her back in as deep as she could, sweet water raining down her thighs and scattering off her swinging balls.
	Katrina looked at herself in the mirror, hair slightly messier than usual, hands sticky from the juices, breasts bouncing beautifully. She turned to her side, and saw the green entrance door to the bathroom. A sign said, “Employees Must Wash Hands. Everyone Else Should, Too, But We're Not Your Mom, So Whatever.”
	Not a sexy sign, but that door didn't even have a latch. It was one of those wide looped pull handles. There was no security in here at all. If any of the dozens of women in this supermarket decide they need to pee, they'd find her fucking this fruit with her oversized Johnson. She would definitely be talking to the manager if they caught her in here. Could she even survive the humiliation that, even with the certifiably biggest cock in the world, she could find no partners but the stout watermelon?
	Katrina went over the edge, and came into the watermelon. Gobs of white jizz sprayed from the tiny gaps around the edges as she kept thrusting, and a puddle of watermelon shrapnel and come formed on the tile at her bare feet. Even this large watermelon couldn't contain all of her come, but she filled a nice trench through the center of the watermelon.
	Perhaps... it would be a baby witch that would grow in this watermelon's stomach.
	Katrina cast the repair spell to seal the hole in the watermelon, trapping the column of jizz inside. She dispelled the messes she'd made, leaving behind the sweet smell of watermelon and the heavenly smell of her emissions. She could only dream of all the women coming in to use the lavatory, only to be made horny by a smell they couldn't explain, and look at that, Katrina was hard again, her cock so huge, it almost touched her chin as it parted her breasts like a rushing man separating two people in a crowd.
	Three knocks burst through the door. This greatly startled Katrina. Who knocks to enter a public restroom? “Who is it?” She answered automatically, not even thinking the person might just barge in and get an eyeful of her naked body and colossal cock.
	“Miss, can you come out for a second?” Called a man's voice through the door.
	OK, the fun was over for now. Katrina quietly cast her removal spell at the mirror. Her cock was encased in an electrical net that lassoed her cock and pulled it away, vanishing entirely.
	With the cock gone, Katrina examined her nude form in the mirror again. She wasn't as attracted to herself as she was when it was there, but... there was still a smile she couldn't shake. Even a sexually liberated woman like herself was surprised with how far she'd gone today.
	Katrina put her coat back on, washed her hands, grabbed her 'milk' and watermelon and exited the bathroom. The man calling through the door appeared to be the manager. At the very least, he was wearing a tie. Another man was some variety of rent-a-cop 'loss prevention agent.'
	“Miss, please don't bring unpurchased merchandise into the bathroom.” The manager said.
	“Sorry.” Katrina said, a bit disappointed they weren't prepared to search her. A strip search certainly wouldn't take long. “I didn't want anyone to take the biggest one while I wasn't looking.” She moved past them. “Because if I can't have the biggest... what's the point?”
	How did they see that she'd taken the stuff into the bathroom, Katrina pondered. She'd made them both invisible. The answer came to her later. When actually getting rid of something, it will disappear from security cameras, but invisibility spells work by clouding the minds of the people nearby. It doesn't work on electronic surveillance, and a person watching through a monitor in a security office would be able to see the watermelon just fine.
	Katrina went to the cashiers and found the same woman that had inspired her lust when she bought the lobster. She was rung up for whatever amount she owed (including the milk, which technically, Katrina had made herself). When handing her receipt back, the woman gave Katrina a gentle wink.
	That caught Katrina off-guard. Now that her cock was gone, she didn't find the woman attractive... though she definitely was. But she was straight again. Gone were her narcissistic and homosexual fancies... until she summoned her cock again.
	Before she left, Katrina made one of her business cards appear in the woman's cleavage, where she would probably find it when she got home.
	Katrina brought home her groceries, wondering if anyone else knew about that doughnut. She tried valiantly to get the huge watermelon into the refrigerator, but it wouldn't fit. She shrunk it down to fit in the little pre-molded egg trays on the door. Maybe she'd eat it later, maybe not.
	Then there was the “milk.” Curiosity would not let her just put that away for tomorrow. Would she still enjoy this taste when she didn't have a cock acting like a sexual energy antenna?
	Katrina opened the jug and took a sniff. She already knew the answer. It smelled the same. It was like if a flower smelled like sugar, with some unknown pheromones surely mixed in.
	Skipping the glass, she rocked her head back and took a swig directly from the bottle. A bit rude, but nobody else would be drinking this, anyway. It was hers.
	The taste was just what she remembered it to me, and she drank down several more mouthfuls as it climbed slowly out the bottle. Katrina felt her thighs slide apart as she gushed aroused fluids from between them.
	Katrina set it down and summoned a basin in the middle of her back room. This was normally how she bathed while back here: summon a basin and then a source of water.
	Today, there would be no water. Jumping into the basin, still nude, she upturned the bottle way over her head, pouring the slimy come into her mouth. She gulped as fast as she could, but the overflow painted her mouth and body with the lovely substance. Unsatisfied with how slow the come was leaving the bottle, she ripped it open and dumped the rest out onto her, soaking her hair and upper body with come.
	Katrina wiped her eyes clean with her hands and immediately sucked the sweet come from them as well. She rolled on her back, wallowing in the puddle of come in the basin, slurping up pools from her hands and coating herself in her jizz.
	She sat up and shook the empty bottle. All gone, but for the puddle she was resting in. What a shame.
	Katrina blinked, and stood up, leaving white come footprints in the carpet. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was covered in semi-translucent white jizz, like that marshmallow man from Ghostbusters had attacked her.
	She sucked a finger clean, unsure the spell would work when covered in come. She cast her special cock growing spell... three times in a row. Mister eighteen was back.
	Katrina sat back down in the come basin, folding her legs into a pretzel, her cock pointed straight up. Katrina's mouth went over the head as best she could, and both hands wanked her cock, sliding against the slick surface of come that permeated her entire body. She moaned as she pressed her tits against the cock, sliding them around as far as they could move. She gave this up, instead hugging her cock with both arms and rubbing them up and down like one single come-covered hand.
	She did this until her arms started to get tired, so she pulled her knees up to her ears and pinched her cock with her calves, rubbing them up and down, drops of come dripping from her toes. Her free hands went to her groin, two fingers on her right hand entering her pussy and a single fingertip on her left hand entering her ass.
	She could taste it already. Literally. Her come was already everywhere, but the anticipation of busting this nut, filling her belly with more and more come, she could think of nothing else she wanted...
	Except perhaps... someone watching. Maybe a lot of people watching. Maybe she could do this in the middle of a stadium, where all the man look at her mammoth cock and feel inadequate, and all the women looking at it like a mechanical bull, wondering if they would take that ride without getting hurt.
	But nobody else was necessary. Katrina was a modern self-actualized woman. She didn't need anyone else to give her orgasms. She had everything she needed in her arms... and her mouth.
	Experiencing pleasure in every possible way, she could hold back no more. She felt her balls lift from the floor of the basin from the force of their exertion, firing a solid stream of come right up to the ceiling, where it splashed and rained down into the basin. Katrina deliriously tried to catch drops on her tongue like snowflakes, but she was newly soaked in this storm of sperm.
	Katrina didn't bother wiping the come from her eyes this time, instead firing the cock removal spell at where she thought the mirror was. She got it right, and her cock vanished from view and her mind.  Katrina came to rest at the bottom of the basin, now a few inches high with hot, fresh come to sink into as happily as a mud bath at a spa. Katrina succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep to the comforting tones of the pitter-patter of her come dribbling off the ceiling.
	She smacked her lips in her sleep... and her snores blew a bubble in the jizz, which floated upwards before popping against the ceiling.