"I'm sexier than ever!" typed Candi before pressing the enter key. The sooner she showed Bruce that this computer didn't work, the sooner she could ride his face, sell his dad's cabin, then ride his face some more. Really. Horrible eldritch magic. Who would--
Candi started to feel amazing.
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Bruce watched in something resembling interest as Candi's manicured fingernails typed the command in. There was a long pause. He shook his and stood up.
"Okay, yeah, magic's not real," he said. "I dunno what I was thinking." He turned towards the door, but turned back to see Candi lying on her back, bucking her hips into the air. "C--Candi?"
Candi's body hurled itself off the floor, hovering in the air.
"Sorry, Bruce," said Candi, "I've got a new friend in my head that's saying otherwise. She's telling me all sorts of fun stuff about how I ! Like, look at what I can do now!" Candi touched a talon-sharp fingernail to her pants, and they dissolved, leaving her hairless crotch exposed. "Y'know Bruce, you are actually a pretty good husband. I want you inside of me." She gestured at her crotch. Her vulva begin to swell, growing to the size of a fist by the time Bruce realized what was changing. The lips of her pussy were growing like the bud of a man-eating flower, spreading her legs as it grew to the size of Bruce's torso. He tried to move, but his feet were glued to the floor.
"Candi...please let me--"
"You're too horny to move now, Brucie! Your lips and eyes say no, but your body's saying 'oh please please take me!'" Candi was rubbing an outer vulva the size of a beach ball, the opening tent of her pussy growing within it. Above the opening, a clit the size of Bruce's thumb was standing to attention. It quivered under Candi's touch, doubling in size as Candi panted. By now it was bigger than Bruce.
That was enough for Bruce. He turned tail and made for the exit, only to find himself stopped by something wrapped around his waist. He looked down. A tongue. He turned around and saw it wasn't coming from Candi's mouth.
"Oh god! Candi, stop! Please, stop!" Candi laughed as she dragged Bruce towards her dripping, Volkswagon-sized pussy.
"A bit late for that, honey," said Candi, "I'll try to make this good for you too." In a single pull of her obscene tongue, she dragged Bruce inside of her.
Bruce tried to open his eyes, but could see nothing. Candi's enormous, sopping vagina was pressing in on him from all sides, crushing in on him with shuddering pulses as it continued to grow.
I hope I'm not too tight for you, babe, said Candi's voice in his head, but at this point I'm a big girl, and if I'm gonna get off on you I'm gonna need to take you in pretty deep.
The glistening, muscled walls closed in around her as Bruce was dragged further into his wife. They seized inwards, squeezing the breath out of him. Bruce's vision was starting to fade. In the distance, he could hear Candi screaming in pleasure.
In an instant, Candi screamed loud enough to be heard through the rest of her body. The walls slammed in around Bruce's body, sending him shooting out of his wife.
Bruce regretted few things in life. It came with the territory of being the idiot heir to a billionaire. But right now, as he stared at a vulva that extended from the floor of the cabin to the ceiling, he had an item to put at the top of the list.
"Candi?" asked Bruce. Nothing. He looked at a glint at the ground. It was...
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