The Sculptor

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

The Sculptor

By: Mistress DyviaChapter One: The Sculptress

“I just wanted to say come and see everyone, for those of you who don't know: my name is Artemysia. I am tonight's featured artist. My parents named me after Artemis the Greek goddess of wild animals, the hunt, vegetation, Chastity and childbirth. I didn't really live up to any of that.” I wait for the crowd to laugh, "instead I became an artist, a sculptor as I can make wondrous things happen with my hands. I hope you all enjoy!"

With that I stepped down and mingled with the crowd. It wasn't a whole lot I couldn't do with my fingers, if I could imagine it, I could make it happen with whatever I had to play with in my hands. It got popular quickly. I would probably sell it tonight, most of my smaller sculptures would sell for somewhere between 25 and 75 thousand dollars each. But I had a lot of large ones, including a couple of frescos That would sell for hundreds of thousands, maybe millions.  It let me live a very enjoyable lifestyle while embracing the career of my choice. It's fun to get rich off your hobbies. 

I approached a young couple, they were looking at a sculpture that was about 2 feet across. It was a spider wrapping up a young man who was trying to escape. “Do you like that?" I asked.

The man smiled, "is this from the Lord of the rings?”

The woman that was with him added, "Shelob? When she took the hobbits?" 

I laughed with amusement, “nothing so delicate… If you look closely, this spider is getting ready to have sex with her victims.” I watched with absolute delight as the two of them both bent over to look down and under the spider and they both gasped…

“The woman looks so scared…” the man next to her visibly shuttered as the woman continued, " I captured this moment in such a vivid light." 

I watched another man staring at one of the frescoes on the wall, his clothes oozed money, the fresco was almost 8 feet long and 6 feet tall. I spoke up, “you seem intrigued." 

He nodded his head, "this is… Sanada Yukimura when he charged Tokugawa Ieyasu at Tennóji?”

I smiled at him, "no. I'm afraid not, it's the fight from the movie ‘Sword of Doom’ when the protagonist, Ryunosuke faced off against the Kogen school of opponents early on." 

So went the evening.  I watched as two larger sculptures sold, and mentally calculated that those two alone would pay my expenses for the year.  Another sold, that was going to my travel expenses. Another, and half of that was going to my ‘fun’ fund, the rest to my investments… They hadn't even got to the auction and I was more than set for the year… As Mr. Burns would say, ‘excellent.’ I may or may not have clicked the tips of my fingernail together, and if I was to say for myself… my nails clicking was much more and satisfying than his fingertips. 

I made my way back and I saw a new person looking at the samurai fresco. “You like that?" 

The young man nodded his head, “I'm big into martial arts and such." He leaned in, “the artist was really good about shaping this stuff. It actually looks like a real person in position to thrust forward." 

I smiled, he had no idea that I was the sculptor. "...And when you say you're into martial arts, you don't mean movies…?” The last word trailed off as they hadn't decided if it was a question or not yet.

He looked at me and nodded his head, “yeah, I studied a few types of martial arts. I liked kempo, that led me to Jiu-Jitsu… I did well with those . I did a little bit of Kung Fu, a little bit of Muay Thai, I didn't really think those were for me. Part of me really wants to try Jeet Kundo, the style of martial arts that Bruce Lee invented, but I feel like most of the ones offered wouldn't be close enough to the real thing, so I always hesitate."

I pressed my lips together and thought, "I can't say that I've heard of the martial arts style. But I have heard that Bruce Lee was a badass.”

“He pretty much was. Not just in the movies but in real life. He had some weird thoughts on martial arts too. Like most martial arts teach you to strike that vulnerable places, such as the face, the nose, the eye… he was big on striking whatever it was closest to you, even if it was a fist.”

My eyebrows went up, "punching a fist sounds painful.”

He laughed, "I imagine so, but I doubt he straight up punched a fist, knuckle to knuckle. The philosophy behind Jeet kundo was to be like water,” his voice changed to its own that was very Asian, in most circumstances, this would almost be insulting, but I think he meant it in a most reverent way, "Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle.Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it.”

Now that quote did catch my attention. "I'm an artist and that quote does resonate with me.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“When you're playing with an empty canvas, you have to fill it with a vision… when you have a lump of clay, it constantly moves, it constantly reshapes… it never stops until you do. Your hands are the container, and if you can hold the image in your heart, it will take the shape you wanted to." 

He chuckled a little bit, “so you're a sculptor? Kind of like the artist that made the stuff?" 

"Just like.” I answered. Pointing to the picture at the front that showed the artist. 

His eyes went a little wide, “you;re Artemysia?”

I bowed my head, and offered my hand, “I am… what's your name?" 

He took my hand and shook it, gingerly, “I am Kelvin, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you Kelvin. Unfortunately, I do have to keep talking to some other people. Mingling is part of the job tonight. But I would like to talk to you more, are you willing to stick around until after the show?”

He nodded his head, I said my goodbyes… and I worked my way into the crowd. I looked over my shoulder as one of the security people approached him and invited him to the VIP lounge. He would be my guest tonight. 

A couple hours had passed, the auction went better than I could have imagined, and so many of my original sculptures sold. If I decided to live modestly, I might never have to work again… but who wants to live modestly? 

I approached Kelvin, and we went out to a little bar, I flirted with him, he reciprocated. We each  only had one drink each, and I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place… he said yes…

Chapter 2: sex is the Breast!

We sat down, we talked for a little while, he told a few jokes. I laughed.  After a little while I stood up and I got a bottle of wine and two glasses. After two glasses I had a little bit of a buzz going on. Admittedly, I might have been a little bit more giggly at that point. 

I Imagine he was too, though given that he was a little bit bigger than me, he might not have been quite as tipsy as I was. And I typically didn't handle alcohol too well. 

But at least the conversation got a lot more interesting. We were both coming out of our shells, and admittedly I wouldn't have even invited him back to my place if I wasn't thinking about sleeping with him. And he was at least letting his gaze drop to my cleavage. He was a lot more polite about it before, but shifting your legs, moving your fingers in such a way that you're trying to bring his attention to your displayed assets, it pays off once the other person has had a couple drinks.  

And then finally I dropped it, “why don't you tell me your deepest, darkest secret." 

His eyebrows went to his hairline, "my deepest, darkest secret?”

I nodded my head without actually verbalizing the answer. 

“Oh why do you want to know my deepest, darkest secret?" He asked, clearly a bit nervous, but his repetition of ‘deepest, darkest’ told me he was looking at this almost like a game..

I shrugged a single shoulder, "why not? If tonight ends up being a one night stand,” yep, in just one word I told him I plan on sleeping with him, "then it won't make a difference either way, and if we make it past the first night, then I already know your deepest, darkest secret, so you don't have to worry about it getting out." 

He licked his lip, he looked at the bottle of wine still in his hand… It was empty. Leaning back into his chair, “why not?" As if he were debating upon it internally… "I secretly broke up my ex-girlfriend and her fiance.”

I blinked twice, "oh that's a tale and a half, I want to know more." 

A smirk pulled back across his face, “I'll tell you… but you have to agree to tell me your deepest, darkest secret." 

I nodded again, “deal,” and offered my hand so we could shake on it, he took my hand carefully and shook. 

"It wasn't anything magnificent, I stumbled into them at a bookstore, of all things… like literally a thousand miles away from where either of us lived… kind of like running into a neighbor when you're on vacation… completely unexpected, completely shouldn't have happened… I didn't even know she was dating anybody let alone that she was engaged…" 

“Awkward." I sing-songed.

"Very." He was quick to agree. “But that was it that night, skip ahead about 6 weeks, and I was doing a karate tournament about 2 hours from home, and there I saw him going into a restaurant with a woman that wasn't my ex. I took a video, I snapped a picture… I might have slightly followed him back to their hotel… and took a picture of them going inside…”

"You stalked your ex-girlfriend's fiance?” I said with a mock accusation. 

"To be fair, if nothing happened and they gave each other a hug, and it turned out to be a sister, I would have felt the same way… but the kiss they gave was not something that a sister gave to her brother… so the next day I created a fake email address, I used something that sounded like one of her old friends from high school… and I sent the pictures and video… we may have been exes, didn't mean she should have gotten married to somebody that treated her that way…” he shrugged, "she'll never know it was me… in fact I'll be happy never seeing her again, but I wish her no malice… But a couple weeks later, I ran into a mutual friend who said that they had broken up." 

“And that's your deepest darkest secret?" I asked as if I didn't believe him. 

"I know it may not seem that deep and dark… but it's probably the big one that I don't want people to know about… I wouldn't want to get out.”

My head bobbed up and down a couple of times with empathy… I guess I understood how that felt. Too many questions to answer. 

He leaned in, “your turn. What's your deepest darkest secret?" 

I bet my lower lip. I usually did that when I was flirting with somebody, now I was flirting with an idea… The idea, in fact… of actually sharing the one thing nobody knew… my thoughts went to the exact same words he used, ‘why not?’

“I'm not the talented sculptor that everyone thinks I am. My hands can sculpt anything if I can visualize it. And I do mean anything.”

"What do you mean by ‘anything?’” He seemed genuinely curious. 

“It doesn't just have to be clay… it can be anything at all… I can sculpt clay as you can imagine… I can sculpt the rock wall in a basement… I can resculpt my fingernails… I can sculpt my partners…" I instinctively teased my tongue to my teeth…

He let out a loud belly laugh as if he just realized I was joking, “you had me going for a second.”

I put up both of my hands defensively, not that I thought he was a threat, but that I wanted him to believe me, “I'm serious." I said through a giggle.

"Bullshit.” He doubled down. 

"Why don't you believe me?" Though it was pretty obvious, he had never been exposed to anything supernatural before… nothing that he couldn't explain. 

"Prove it.” 

My smile was wide, the tip of my tongue playing with the tip of my right Incisor, “okay… come here." 

He looked at me. Incredulously, “you want to sculpt me? I'm just going to be the guinea pig?”

"You're the one who doesn't believe me. If I'm lying then what do you have to worry about?” I defended. 

He looked up as if you were thinking about that logic, and it clearly seemed sound. So he got off his chair and sat right next to me on the couch.  I started unbuttoning his shirt. His eyebrows went wide, but he wasn't about to argue with me as he clearly wanted the same thing that I did… a night in bed.

Once his shirt was off I put my hands a little over his navel. And I cupped my hands and told him to close his eyes. He did. And then I focused the way I always did when I was sculpting, and I started moving things around, reshaping, his torso. And in seconds he had two large breasts that were the size of cantaloupes. 

“What the fuck?" He blurted out as he had clearly opened his eyes before I had told him to.

"I'm not done yet.” I insisted. 

“But, but…”

“Shhhh…” I made the sound softly, and I know he was watching as I started squeezing his breasts, not painfully, but a moment later my fingers started to push into his skin, like it was water… or maybe more accurately, like it was mud. Right to my wrist, my hands had disappeared completely into his chest. He looked absolutely baffled, as I focused on all that I wanted to happen… and then I slowly pulled my hands out; his breasts seemed perfect.

He stared at them in silence, It took him almost a whole minute before his hands finally moved up to touch them… the look in his eyes as they widened told me how much more sensitive they were than they had been. And then he looked at me, and he wasn't sure what he was looking at. 

“Don't worry, just enjoy them for now, believe it or not, I can sculpt things back to the way they used to be too.”

"I don't think I can deal with that… can you please just change them back now?" 

One of my eyebrows tweaked, and I'm pretty sure that there was a wicked and most deviant smile crossing my face, I dragged one of my nails across his breast and flicked his nipple… 

His eyes rolled back in pleasure… he had not expected that, and certainly did not expect it to feel that good from someone else. 

I leaned in playfully, “are you sure? This could be a little bit of fun for the night." 

I could see the conflict in his facial expression. On one hand, this was everything his masculinity was not… on the other hand, that felt really good… and he really wanted to see just how good that could get. He closed his eyes and let out a slow. Sigh, "you win.”

I raised my arms as if I just won a karate championship, just to make the analogy that he would have.. “Victory!" Actually, I didn't know him well enough to know if he would have made that analogy, but I knew he liked karate.

While my arms were up, he reached forward and grabbed at the bottom of my top, and gave me a look, “You’ve seen mine, do I get to see yours?”A slow bow of my head and a smile gave him permission.  He stared at my breasts, “They are beautiful… but dumb question, if you can resculpt anything, why not give yourself bigger breasts?  They seem oddly perfect to your frame.”I let out a little giggle, “They are oddly perfect for my frame.”  I gave him a little wink, “besides, who needs large breasts to get in the way of anything, they’d only be good for sex and promo nights.”“So it's okay to give me huge breasts?”I looked at him with that ‘really’ look, “What part of ‘they’re only good for SEX,’ did you not get?”“I should shut up, now.” he said meekly.

I echoed his words, “you should shut up, now." We both laughed for a moment, and then I reached up with the back of my hand and pulled his neck closer to me and pressed my lips to his. He returned the kiss with much gusto. And then, as you can probably imagine, as we continued to kiss what was left of our clothing slowly made its way to the floor.

He squeezed my breasts, it felt good. Unlike every other time he had teased a woman's breasts. This time I was in a position to do it back to him. I could feel my nipples harden, pebble, And burn with excitement… all, while I was feeling an excitement between my legs, an eagerness that was defined by moistness… 

A thought that crossed my mind: my mother was right… that is a pornographic word… ugh… hate when she's right.

But my thought was interrupted, “what the fuck?" Kevin's was a bit high-pitched.

That's when I noticed that he had noticed… the more stimulation he got, the larger his breasts were getting. Just like his penis. And just like his penis dripped. Pre-cum, so did his nipples. He was not lactating, he was lubricating. This was all part of what I did when I put my hand inside his breasts.

Each breast had doubled inside in the last few minutes, and they also got harder, just like his penis… just like I wanted.  "Don't worry, just enjoy it.” I licked my tongue over them. His moan came out staggered. He wasn't used to anything like this, not to sensation, not the multiple sources of erotic zones. But I wasn't done yet. 

I pushed him back onto his back. The couch was wide enough. And I took a good grip of his cock, and pressed its head to my pussy… I used my knees, which felt almost like they were going to buckle at the excitement… and lowered myself down, just a little at first… getting the tip of his cock nice and wet… up…. Down. Getting a little bit more of it… and I repeated this a few more times until I was fully impaled on him… oh, that felt so fucking good… 

I kissed him one more time, and then I sat up… I got a good grip on his tits for my leverage.  His nipples right between my index and middle fingers on both hands… 

And I started bouncing on him… up and down like we were in a trampoline park… but something clicked, and I was just fucking him.. I needed it, I hadn't had anyone inside me this is good in a long time.  

We continued like that for several minutes, He was gasping for air. “I'm going to cum soon." 

As I continued to ride him, I bent down to tease his nipple with my tongue. But just a split second before I did, he came. And his nipples squirted out their own semen with a lot more Force than I had anticipated, hitting me square in the face with a lot of fluid. 

Caught me off guard so much that I actually fell off of him, and onto the floor… on my butt,  "fuck it's in my nose!” It was also in my eye, my hair, on my chest… I had made it so that his tits would cum when his penis did… only when typical men came, they would typically squirt out like a teaspoon of cum… each breast was going to squirt out like a cup's worth. And I made sure the muscles in his chest were strong enough to actually get it all out in just a couple of squirts… as I got up, I saw his cock shooting all over his crotch, but his tits were spraying everywhere, right up to the ceiling… I clearly did not think that well ahead…

In hindsight, I should have helped him. But instead I ran to the bathroom to get the cum out of my face. Out of my sinus really. Fuck, that was high pressure. I must have sat there for 5 minutes trying to blow my nose trying to get it all out of there… I grabbed a towel and a warm cup of water, and went back out to him. 

He was snoring… There was a mess all over him… I guess he expended a lot of energy on that orgasm. I tried to wake him up, but he just kept snoring… I let out a sigh, I started washing him up…

Chapter 3: Bikinis

The sun woke me up as it shined into my bedroom. I had a couple drinks the night before, and I might have forgotten to close the shades. I got up and went to the bathroom, did my business and that included brushing my teeth… and made my wait out into the living room, and there he was… Kevin… err.. Calvin?  No it was Kelvin. Yeah… I couldn't forget those tits. 

I made my way over to him, and then I pinched one of his nipples… his eyes snapped open. “What the?" He started looking around trying to figure out exactly where he was until his eyes settled on Me, “Artemysia?" 

“That's me." I said and watched as he tried to sit up. I walked towards the kitchen area, opened the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of orange juice. I chucked it across the room, he threw out an arm to catch it, he missed… I wondered if it was the tits that got in the way? 

Regardless, it landed on a cushion right next to him, so he reached over and took a swig, "thanks, I didn't even think I realized how thirsty I was until just now.”

I giggled a bit, "no problem.” I paused for a brief moment before bringing up the big pink elephant, “I wasn't sure if that was a one night stand or not, but you're still here." 

He looked back at me, "still undecided… but let's be honest, I can't leave until you fix this.” He gestured with his hands towards his chest. 

"Oh, that… I guess we could do something about that." My focus on the word, ‘could’ should have told him I was procrastinating… but he either didn’t pick up on it, or bulldozed right over it.

He stood up and started walking closer to me, “All right, let's fix it." 

I kind of made a goofy smile, almost half apologetic, "well it's not that easy… well it's easy but I can't just do it anytime… sculpting something new is very easy and I can do it with almost no effort… changing it back takes a lot more energy, which means I need to eat first.”

His smile seemed to fade a bit. “I can't go out to eat like this.”

My smile broke away from the apologetic one and it became more of a friendly one, “you can come with me… I can reshape the rest of you… lend you one of my bikinis… it won't be too bad.”

“I thought you said you needed to eat before you reshaped me back because you need to get your energy?” He asked, defensively. 

I did say that, didn't I? I smiled, “shaping something new is very easy and it doesn't take much energy at all, putting it back to the way it was is what really takes energy." 

It took him a second, but then he seemed to realize, "wait… you want to make me into a full girl?” He looked down at himself, as if he couldn’t picture it… even though he was ironically looking between his tremendously titanic titties. Okay, they weren’t that big, but compared to a normal girl they were large, compared to any normal man, they were Mt. Fucking Everest… A pair of Mt. Fucking Everests. 

I nodded my head a bit sheepishly, “yeah, like I said, changing something is easy, it's changing back this a little bit more difficult. So you can try being a girl for a couple hours. And once we're good, we can change your back." 

He seemed to be thinking about it, “fine." 

I left him where he was for a few minutes and came back with a pink bikini. I helped him put on the top, and then I put the bottoms around him, it did not look good at all. His junk was in the way, and none of his proportions were right. He was kind of looking at himself horrified in the mirror when I grabbed him by the waist and pressed him up against the wall… he seemed a little nervous and I started running my hand over him… his waist began to narrow, and so did his legs but his hips got bigger and so did his ass, which also got tighter. It only took a couple of minutes and suddenly he was a few inches shorter than me, He looked a lot more nervous. But he wasn't arguing, I have to give him that… he didn't bitch about it at all. I put a few things into a bag, and returned to him.

With that, we went down to the main lobby, and we spent about a half hour swimming in the pool. It was almost fun watching him, he wasn't used to the way his body moved in the water compared to the way his old male body did… how his breasts reacted to the water… I really should say how ‘her’ breasts reacted to the water… 

We swam together for a little bit. It was definitely a tease between the two of us as we flirted as we swam around, she was actually getting pretty good at using her body to tease as well. After about a half an hour, it was time to go get some food. But we couldn’t just go in our wet bikinis, right?Of course not.  The bag I packed, had a few feminine necessities, a pair of matching sarongs, a couple tube tops, that did not match, scrunchies for our hair, and of course, some flats for footwear so we could actually go inside a restaurant. Once we showered off, and did our best to dry off, we put the clothes on. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t used to the weight of that much hair being that wet.  The restaurant was inside the hotel, it was just this nice little breakfast environment, I just ordered an omelet. She ordered a full plate of pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs, home fries… and then she was blatantly shocked when she couldn't even eat half of it… I don't know why, but she almost seemed embarrassed by the fact that she ate less than half. I paid for the food, and we made our way back up to my room.

As soon as we were in I kissed her, and she kissed me back. For some reason both of our hands seemed to find our breasts entirely too easily. It made me giggle, then she giggled. And we made out for a few minutes. I could tell she was very aroused…

“I could change you back now, but I think you really need to have sex like this.” I told her. I was being a little bit aggressive, my voice both convincing and assertive… She was surprisingly reciprocative. She bit her lower lip, She thought about it, and she nodded her head affirmatively… “you know, when I was in high school and college, there were more than a few times we joked that'll be okay if we were girls for a day if we got to try out sex as lesbians.”

I rolled my eyes but I still laughed. "I'll be gentle,” I reassured her.

She seemed to think for a moment, "maybe you don't have to be.”We both smiled at her answer. 

Chapter 4: With a sculptress, expect the unexpected

Facing one another, we stood silently, staring at each other curves. An unspoken conversation seemingly happening within seconds. Our eyes slowly peeling the clothes off of one another. 

Kelvin, giggled like the girl she resembled before she broke eye contact with me, turning her head away as her cheeks blushed a bright crimson red. 

I closed the gap between us, placing my hands comfortably around Kelvin's waist. Kelvin, for her part, found herself leaning in my direction.

"This is something you want to do…" was I teasingly accused. 

She quietly nodded her head. 

“Tell me," I calmly demanded in a firm voice.

"This is something I want to do.” She spoke quietly, but loud enough to be heard clearly by the woman inches from her mouth.

Kelvin looked up to meet my intense gaze. Instead found one of my hands coming up and gently touching her lower jaw, my fingers gently leading Kelvin's mouth to my own. Our kiss was brief, and I started to withdraw, but this time Kelvin pushed forward kissing me deeper.

Our kiss broke, then we each took a couple steps back. Kelvin made the first move, and took off her top, and her bottom's, and of course kicked off her shoes. 

I held in a snort, but still laughed, chuckled more than giggled. “Leave it to a man to disrobe so abruptly." 

Kelvin seemed almost a little confused at her comment. 

I put up a single finger, and then started swaying my waist and my ass to a rhythm that was utterly silent and only in my head. It was an enticing dance where I slowly moved a strap here, showed a little bit more skin  there… and took more than a brief moment to slowly reveal my naked self to Kelvin. 

"How do you want to start this?” Kelvin asked as if a virgin on prom night. 

My smile was warm for a brief moment before it became mischievous, “to quote Bill and Ted…-” One of my hands went up to the 10 o'clock position, while the other went to the five, “‘-69 dudes!’” spoken with enthusiasm and my best, surfer chick voice. 

I took Kelvin by the hand and pushed her down on the bed face up. Slowlym I kneeled over her, her, my knees over Kelvin's shoulders and around her neck before my knees started to spread lowering myself down to her face… she lined herself up with my pussy.  

I tilted my head down and unleasehed… It was only on my third lick, when I felt Kelvin begin to reciprocate. I let out a soft moan in appreciation.  

It was everything I imagined as I licked at Kelvin's soaking wet cunt. Some of mine lapping strokes were slow and deliberately torturous, each flick of my tongue was a way of eliciting a reaction from my lover. Sometimes I gave a rhythm to bring Kelvin to the edge, but she would never go over. 

Kelvin, for what she was doing, was surprisingly good for someone who never really had her own vagina before tonight. I struggled, but kept myself quiet but eagerly accepted an orgasm that Kelvin's tongue seemed to insist on. It didn’t take long until we fell over to this side, each of us had a head resting on the other's thigh as we continued. 

There was an unmistakable sensation of a finger pushing inside me. It felt good, especially the way Kelvin's knuckles curled down, I bit my lip with barely restrained enthusiasm. Then I decided to return the favor, sliding my own finger into the waiting snatch… A deviant little smile curled across my face as I wormed her finger around… This time, I did something a little different, without saying a word, I started sculpting… changing the way the Lady parts worked… …And in a way, she wouldn’t even notice.

After my second orgasm, I turned around and faced Kelvin. My fingers were lightly stroking the length of her slippery slit, as she spoke, “you haven't cum yet, have you?”

Kelvin shook her head as her way of saying ‘no.’

“I'll let you in on a little secret, you can't cum,” my smile was teasing. 

"Why not?” she asked with a look of confusion on her face. 

"Because I made it, and I made it so it will only orgasm one way…” My finger strokes started rubbing her tight box a little firmer, while using the knuckle of my thumb to put pressure on her clitoris. "Do you want to try?”

Kelvin's eyes rolled in ecstasy, "I think I do.”

And I reached between my own legs, and started stroking and pulling… things started changing between my legs, and it became clear very quickly to my lover that I was sculpting myself a penis… a giant fucking penis… and it didn't look like any kind of penis either, it was shaped like my own forearm, including a very detailed fist at the very end. 

Kelvin saw how big it was, literally the length of my actual forearm from elbow to knuckle. It was big, engorged, and protruding dangerously from my crotch. 

Kelvin shook her head, “That's too big, it will hurt.”

I covered her mouth with a finger as I laughed, “trust me, it might hurt most women, but it won't hurt you… I know exactly what that pussy can take. I'm asking you to trust me that it won't hurt… I know that trying. This might be a blow to your masculine ego, but acccept that you will enjoy this…”

“I dunno…” Kelvin started, but immediately felt my fingers pressing in deeply, Kelvin took a deep breath in shock. "Yeah. Okay.”

I giggled and pushed Kelvin back over onto her back. I gripped that cock as tight as I could, considering how thick it was… and held it to the entrance of Kelvin’s moist orifice. I leaned in close, our breasts pressed against each other, Kelvin, looked on with nervousness, while I slowly closed my eyes and pressed my lips to Kelvin's. I slowly inched inside her and there was an audible gasp of shock… whether it was because she was unfamiliar with the sensation, or if it was because she was not used to that level of sexual pleasure was hard to say.

My hips pumped in and pumped out while holding the kiss for nearly a minute… 

Kevin tensed. “Something's wrong…” her teeth pulled at her lower lip, “oh God… oh God… what the hell's happening to me?”

Three words from my naughty mouth, “you are cumming.” And opened my eyes so I could  watch as Kelvin's skin turned bright red, her back arched, and she began to tremble… and then something happened, something that slipped my mind, I had completely forgotten about… Kelvin's breasts came, And sprayed it all over my face, and chest… 

I was not going to be the one to let such a set back slow me down, I quickly pulled off the bed, and dragged her with me, flipped her over, and started pounding again. Kelvin was bent over the bed, ass up in the air, her legs dangling from the bed, as my thighs tensed while pumping one thrust after another. After another…

Kelvin seemed to lose herself in the motions, she was begging for me to push harder, fuck harder… move faster… she started cumming over and over again… the sheet was becoming soaked in her cum… both of our cums… and soon it was over. 

We washed up, and finally had to move to another bed. Luckily my suite had a guest room.

When we were fully cleaned, Kelvin noticed that her stomach had a slight bulge. “Oh my God, am I pregnant? 

I laughed, “could be, you never know…” I waited for the horror on Kelvin's face before adding, "but does it matter if I turn you back into a man?" 

It was a pause as if contemplating that reality, “actually I suppose not… so I am pregnant?”

My right shoulder shrugged half-heartedly, “I have no idea, but that bulge has nothing to do with pregnancy, I just had a lot of cum in my balls…”

We got dressed very simply, I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties. Kelvin was wearing a tube top tied off under her breasts, a comfy skirt, and a pair of panties as well.

We were both tired. I took Kelvin's arm and led her to the other bedroom, “let's take a little nap, and then maybe it'll be time for me to work my magic on you so you can get out of here." 

"Sounds good.”

I was woken up abruptly to the sound of a high-pitched shrill scream. I jumped up and landed on my feet, there's a look of utter fear in Kelvin's eyes.

It took me a second, but then I saw sorry… I mean how could I not? She looked like she was 9 months pregnant.  

“It moved…” she quickly squeaked out.

“Okay…” I said, “let me take a look and see what's going on down there." 

Her head moved up and down like a piston from a car, "yeah, do that.”

I lifted up her skirt, not that there was much lift up with that mini skirt… her pussy lips were spread wide, and I saw what looked like part of a ball pushing its way through, “it's crowning…”

“What is?" But before I could respond, it pushed through, but it wasn't a head, it was round except it had a point, and then a second ‘head’ came still attached to the first… and a third. I stepped back. 

"What the fuck?!” She screamed as loud as she could. Each protrusion came almost like a large set of anal beads, where each bead was the size of my fist or larger coming out of her wanted time, and then curling around… it was alive. It looked like a scorpion's tail. And it was pointed down at Kelvin… and then her belly started to stretch, and seemed like a protrusion, something stiff and straight… and that it started to take a shape as the skin stretched around it, it looked like a hand. Reaching for this pregnant mother's face…

Sheaked and screamed desperately, "get it away!” She was completely consumed by fear, terror, as whatever this was that was stretching from the very skin of her own tummy, with a tail for treating from her own pussy… threatening her… she couldn't even enunciate the words for help, she just screamed…

I knew what to do… I reached forward and touched her big toe…

Epilogue

It had been nearly 6 months since I had had a good display of my sculptures.  A fresco just sold for 25 Grand… Things like that always filled me with a little bit of confidence as the main event was still minutes away. 

I walked among the art critics, the filthy Rich collectors, and other people who couldn't afford the art, but could admire it as if they were in a museum. 

I turned a corner and saw a woman begging a man who may or may not have been her husband, considering that he had a wedding band and she did not… but she begged him to buy her a sculpture of an anime-like girl carved from stone that seem to be competing in some sort of ball game with rocket-powered roller skates. 

I continued to make my rounds, a lone woman asked me if I had ever played with other kinds of materials from my sculptures… such as gold…

No one ever asked me that before… and damn… fucking make some of the sculptures that I did that of gold, they would be beyond priceless. I might have to look into that. I could sculpt my materials into gold…  very profitable indeed.

I looked to my left, there was a dark room, and I heard a count down… just as it reached zero,  the light came on and a woman screamed. I stepped inside, just in time to see the auctioneer announce the main attraction of the evening. It was to begin at $1 million. A deviant smile pulled at my lips and reached my eyes… but my eyes still scanned the audience as I found the woman who screamed… she was horrified that when the lights came on, the sculpture was actually on a real bed.  A woman with her legs spread open, a scorpion's tail coming out of her crotch, and a hand reaching menacely from her pregnant belly towards her face.

The bidding war began aggressively.  The price going up quickly. But after a moment I tuned out the auctioneer, as there was a man standing behind him, “that is freaking… like a true woman of horror trapped in time.”

I smiled at him, “like a soul trapped in that unyielding moment of dread forever," spoken with a playful giggle. 

I started to flirt with the man, maybe he would like to come up to my suite and have a drink with me…

The End.

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