This choice: Still has your junk in it, but you swear you can feel the clone in her hand... • Go Back...Chapter #7Still has your junk in it, but you swear you ca... by: Barlen   They are still there, yet... at the same time your cock and balls are in Isabella’s hand, balls and underside facing you. Even more confusing, you feel both of them, the one in your hand is clutched tight to your stomach protectively, and can feel the warm fabric of your shirt, and the gentle squeezes of your hand to assure yourself that it is still there. But from the other dick in her hand you feel the cool air of your apartment slowly chilling your still erect member and balls, along with her fingers gently stroking said testicles even as they retract and your sack prunes up to further protect them from the cold.
She then leans down to kiss your member on its crown. The kiss then turns in a lick, which then turns to each of your balls being suckled individually for a moment. You can feel all of this and groan, causing her to stop and giggle.
“That was nothing, ever watch someone swallow a sword?”
She takes a couple deep breaths and then takes your extra member into her mouth and starts deep throating it, more than deep throating it actually! Inch after inch of your big member disappears into her mouth, until all that remains outside of her mouth is your balls. That doesn’t last though, as she holds up a finger and uses it to push one testicle inside her mouth and into her cheek, then the other. She then tips her head back and displays her neck to you, on top of what is already an impressive display of gag reflex suppression, she is somehow able to flex the muscles of her throat to slide your cock up and down inside it, giving a new meaning to the term: “deep throating”!
You can clearly see your cock’s mass moving up and down inside, and it’s not long before you are on the verge of cumming! Seemingly sensing this, she spits out your balls and slides your cock out of her throat and moves your glistening manhood above her open mouth right before you let out a groan of relief and blow that cock’s load onto her tongue. She swallows and takes several ragged gulps of air and lays your spent member on your lap.
“Nngh, boy... you really need to eat some mangos or pineapples, that was soo salty.”
You pick up the extra member and (after wiping it off on your shirt) compare it to your other cock. It seem to be an exact duplicate, right down to the tiny scar got when you plowed into a fence as you were learning to ride your bike.
“How’d you do that?!” You eventually ask.
She takes a deep breath. “Lots and lots of practice my friend.”
“Not that, this!” You hold up what you are certain is the clone of your cock she pulled right out of thine air. “And this!” You motion to your cock that are pretty sure you were born with, that she pulled right off you. You’d hold it up but... it’s covered itself, a bit of your arm and a bit of your shirt in precum after her last trick.
A sly smirk spreads across Isabella’s face. “Why, like this!”
Her free hand disappears behind her back and after a moment, before she brings it back around, you feel a third cock. This one feels erect and like it’s being balanced across a finger... and sure enough when she brings her hand back into view there it is, balanced on her finger.
Flustered you groan and grab it off her finger. “Stop that!”
“Stop what? This?”
You look up from shoving the third dick into your pocket in time to see her pull another a fourth out from between her cleavage. Like the other one it’s erect and feels good sliding out from between her breasts, you’d probably be turned on by all this if you weren’t still freaking out over your first cock and balls being detached in the first place. But you are and simply groan in frustration as she hands you fourth set.
“Yes, that... you have anymore you wanna pull out of thin air?” You regret the words the moment they leave your mouth. “Wait, don’t!”
“Relax I won’t cough up anymore of your dicks.”
“Thanks now- ugh!” All of the sudden your throat starts tickling like crazy! You can’t help but start coughing and hacking, and keep coughing until you feel a sensation a lot like a big wad of phlegm stuck in your throat. You cough that up, only to have whatever it is expand inside your mouth! The front end of shoots out of your lips while the back end of it fills your the rest of your mouth. You look down at the oral intruder and find yourself looking a pair of glans and several inches of dick.
You look at Isabella and find her doubled over trying to suppress her laughter. Throughly feed up with the magician’s shenanigans, you pull the newest dick out of your mouth and smack her with it.
“Hey! What was that for?!” She says, rubbing her cheek.
“I could ask you the same question, what the fuck is going on?!”
She blinks for a moment, then winces: “Ahhh mierda... Sorry I got carried away, I should have started small, like this.” She grasps her left hand at the wrist and pulls, causing another pop as it comes off. She then makes it stand up like a spider in her right hand.
“This has several names, but most people call it natural body magic, it doesn’t harm whomever you use it on, and it can used in several different ways. In other words your cock” she points at the one cradled in your arm” is fine, it should work just like it always has, just... you know, separate from the rest of you... and yes before you ask I can put it back on if you want... or change it so you can pop it back on and off whenever you like.”
Finally calming down you let out a deep breath. “Okay, and the others?”
“They’re mirror images of your cock, the real one you’re holding there, they’re not exactly real, but not exactly fake either... they’re mostly a bit of dust for a convincing physical form while the rest is magic, they’ll disappear if your dick gets too far away from them or if I dispel them.”
You nod. “Huh... and if I wanted to keep them?”
That makes Isabella pause for a moment. “Huh... well you could just keep them near your junk, like 30 yards, they’ll absorb more matter over time and eventually they’ll become completely real. You could also speed up the process by feeding them stuff like dust bunnies, or food, the spell will only absorb dead stuff that doesn’t really have any value or food that’s been intentionally pressed up against the mirror image in question.”
You gather up said mirror images and press them together and heft them a few times. “I have a couple packages of ground beef in the freezer, think that would work?” You ask, beginning to get excited over this now that you’ve had a chance to process it.
“Yeah, that would work, just defrost them first or you’ll end up with dick-sickles.”
“Nice, thanks, this actually pretty awesome... now that I’ve had a chance to digest it.” You say, giving her a look.
“I’m sorry! I’m supposed to go overboard with my performances... also usually most of my audience has some idea what they’re getting into. Umm... now that you’ve had a chance to think it over, do you like it?”
“Yeah, actually I’d like to learn how to do this myself.” You say pointing to her hand.
“Sorry a good magician never reveals their secrets.” She says, popping her hand back on and shrugging.
“Come on!” You plead.
“Well... you never did say if you were going to see my show...”
“I’ll go!”
“Well thank you! But I was actually thinking more along the lines of you... participating in it alongside me.”
“So wait... you’ll teach me if I’ll be your assistant?” You ask, then glance at your arm full of dongs. “Umm would it involve more of this?”
“Yes, and in front of an audience too!”
You frown. “Would it involve the audience’s body parts?”
“Well I did say most of them knew what they are getting into... and yes, besides the heads, torso, arms-legs, etc. you might have to handle a few privates that aren’t your’s... you aren’t deathly allergic to other guy’s dongs are you? That might be a deal breaker.” She says with a smirk.
That does give you pause... “Err... will I get payed?”
“That... you’d have to talk to my boss about, but... I might have given you a leg up in that department.” She nods at your armful.
You frown at that, just what kinda of place does she work at? Well you could use the job... but that whole dealing with other dude’s dongs bit and showing off your endowments for an audience bit, is that a deal breaker for you?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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