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Sasha closed the door behind her and tossed the paper bag she was carrying onto the coffee table. It was resplendent with the logo of the novelty shop she had just raided. They were holding a 'going out of business' sale since they had been purchased by a larger company. It was a great opportunity to get all sorts of interesting items, many of which were magical in nature. Granted, they were marketed for use in stage magic. It didn't stop the phoenix-gryphon from picking up a few items just to see what kind of trouble she could get into.

The crimson avian plopped down on the sofa and opened her paper bag of goodies, looking around inside to pick what she might examine first. A fake gold glint caught her eye and the decision was made. The lady retrieved a curious looking ring, large enough to pull down over her head like a necklace, fairly thin, with a number of markings along the sides that appeared to be the product name. There were also four hour-glass like symbols spaced at regular intervals around the exterior; as well as a couple of arrows that pointed opposite directions along the circumference.

"Alright, let's just see what this 'magic ring' thing can do." the avian trilled.

The small instruction booklet that came with it offered a lovely description of the item's operation. Sasha played about with the hoop for a moment before finding the markings she had read about in the manual--the arrows pointing either direction along the ring--and gave them a gentle press. A soft click shot up through her fingers and she grinned, finding the hoop was easily resized, growing and shrinking as she had want. She had heard about this little gadget and wanted to see if it did what everyone claimed it did.

The bird slipped the hoop over one of her hands, then sized it down, like tightening a strap, until it felt nice and comfortably snug around her wrist. With another click, the hoop locked its size in place, refusing to remove itself from its current position.

"Seems simple enough, now for the other trick." she spoke aloud to herself.

Sasha lived alone, but it didn't stop her from having verbal conversations with the only person around to listen to her. Sure it made her look crazy, but she had read somewhere that it actually helped when trying to organize one's thoughts. So she never shied away from the act. The manual was consulted again and she examined the wording carefully. She found mention of the markings that looked like hourglasses and blinked as she came to realize what they actually were.

A feathered hand took hold of the ring, now looking like a bracelet, and squeezed, pressing against two sets of markings on opposite sides of the device. With a twist, she felt another click. The hand bound by the ring suddenly rotated with the twist, and yet she had not given any command to turn it. Then the hand pulled away from the wrist it had been attached to!

Sasha gasped and almost dropped her now disembodied hand, marveling wide-eyed at the flat surface left behind at the end of her arm and at the 'bottom' of her hand. The ring had split in two! The hourglasses were actually pairs of arrows pointing at one another, meant to help the user line everything up when reconnecting!

The phoenix-gryphon commanded her fingers to waggle, which they did as if still connected to the rest of her, and she giggled. Immediately, she lifted the 'amputated' hand to the top of her head and rest it there, turning it in a direction that she would never be able to accomplish while it was still attached. She raked her little claws through her hair and gave her scalp a massage, finding the change in position to be surprisingly effective.

"Wow, that's so trippy! I could push it up my arm and use it like a backscratcher," Sasha cooed to herself, then paused as her beak pulled into a mischievous grin, "Or I could do something really naughty!"

The notion now firmly planted in her mind, the hybrid picked up her detached hand, turned it about so that the two rings faced one another, then experimented a little to see which way she had to turn to line the arrows back up. With a little doing, she managed to feel the satisfying click of the two rings joining back together. She immediately expanded the ring back out to remove her hand, amazed when she saw that all was as it should be, not even a mark left behind.

The manual had explained the details of a pair of entangled portals joined together so closely that one could be fooled into thinking it was an ordinary ring. It was originally meant for tricks like the classic 'sawing a woman in half' routine or even 'pulling a rabbit out of a hat'. And the two halves would be so thin on their own that no one would be able to see them easily from out in the audience. It was truly a remarkable artifact, meant for all manner of silly illusions. But Sasha had something else in mind, something far more inappropriate.

The ring was set down on the coffee table, but only so that the bird could put her plan into action. Sasha climbed onto her paws and pulled on her shirt, tugging it up over her head. It was yanked free easily enough, leaving her hair and plumage fluffed up more than was considered 'stylish', but she didn't care. She was on a role and wasn't about to be stopped by the need to brush things out. She began unfastening her bra, deciding if she was going to do this, she might as well go completely nude. It was how she preferred to wander around the house anyway.

As soon as the clasp was undone and the undergarment slipped off, her chest was exposed, revealing the lovely swells she had a hard time not being proud of. They weren't giant, like some of the rather extraordinary ladies she had seen--and that did disappoint her a little--but they were each big enough that a single hand could not fully contain them. And they were so very soft. For a moment, Sasha allowed herself to get sidetracked into teasing herself, massaging her breasts gently. It helped stir things up down below, so she saw it as 'priming the pump' so to speak.

After a few moments, she convinced herself to stop and carry on. Her shorts came next. They had been a pair of long pants meant for someone considered overweight, but then it was difficult for Sasha to find clothing that fit her. She was quite tall and possessed a generous curve to her hips that made her figure tricky to shop for. Most didn't make clothing for ladies of her shape, at least not ladies who were over seven feet tall. Creativity was her solution. Find a pair of 'big and tall' pants that fit to start with. Then by way of a pair of scissors, she had given herself a pair of cut-offs. It worked well enough.

The custom garment was stripped away, revealing the panties beneath, as well as the generous swell they contained. The bird trilled and ran her fingers firmly over the bulge, cooing happily as she teased herself further. She could feel the flesh within starting to stiffen, even drooling a little as it dampened the fabric. Before Sasha could get much further, she tugged her panties down and tossed them into the pile with the rest of her clothes. She stretched and fluffed out her feathers a little before letting them lay back down. It felt so nice to undress after a day of shopping.

Her hand returned to her groin, gripping at the impressive spire she possessed. The dark flesh pulsed gently in her grasp, leaving a thin, clear trail along her palm as she toyed with it. The crimson gryphon dropped back down onto the couch, her legs spread nice and wide as she continued to stroke herself, her other hand dipping down to fondle the two orbs that came along with the shaft above. She lingered there only a moment before pressing two fingers further along, locating the gently quivering folds behind them.

Sasha could have brought herself to climax right then and there if she kept going long enough, but she opted to hold off. After all, she had plans that might be made more difficult if she indulged immediately.

She reached out to the coffee table, collecting the gold hoop. Without delay, and with no small amount of zeal, the gryphon pushed the ring down over her member. There was plenty of space, so it wasn't difficult. She then cupped one hand under her sac and lifted the weighty swells up out of the way, tucking the ring under them. Once in place, she found the markings for resizing and cinched the whole thing snuggly against herself. It didn't feel unpleasant.

"Alright, that's not coming off anytime soon. Now to see if this really does what I'm hoping it does." Sasha grinned, unable to contain how giddy she was.

She found the aligned arrows once again, squeezed, and turned. With a click, the ring split in two once more. With hands trembling in excitement, the phoenix-gryphon lifted her manhood away from herself. There was a strange tingle that spread across her entire body, not out of any direct effect of the ring, but just the revelation that it had worked. Sasha squealed with delight and began fondling the now detached features, giggling and shivering as she managed to find a tender spot here and there. She knew they were there, but now she had unfettered access to them.

Immediately, the bird pressed her length against her chest, pressing her breasts together to mash against the rigid flesh. It felt wonderful; her own plumage brushing against her lightly drooling shaft. She had imagined what this might be like, and now she was getting to live out the fantasy. Her beak dipped down and her tongue slipped out, dragging across the head poking up from her cleavage.

A soft jolt passed through her the instant she made contact. It wasn't the first time she had received oral attention, but it was the first time she was able to offer it to herself. And it was glorious. Who needed a partner when you could satisfy yourself?

Sasha massaged her chest and licked away along her rigid spire, still a little awestruck by the surreality of what she was doing. And yet she couldn't bring herself to stop. If anything, she was only trying to restrain herself from getting too carried away. Then, she began to wonder why. She released her chest with one hand, leaving the other to continue its work. The other gripped her disembodied length and pushed it towards her beak. Without ceremony, she opened wide and shoved the thing in, pressing all the way until she felt it bump against the back of her throat.

The girl almost gagged, but recovered quickly. It wasn't her first time giving such attention, though receiving a stout sucking from herself was all too new and delightful. A muffled moan came from the phoenix-gryphon as she drank in the sensations she was feeding herself. It only spurred her on. She slurped and licked at her shiny, black length, even pressing the head into her throat. The instant she did, she almost exploded.

Sasha dragged the throbbing mass from her beak and gasped, shocked at how quickly she had lost her composure. Her face melted into a dazed grin, and as soon as she caught her breath again, the avian opened her beak and crammed her own shaft back in, this time prepared for the thing to sink into her throat. She shuddered once more, but held fast. The hand below fondled at her chest, even pinching her nipple. The other gripped at the flat, circular base the ring created on her groin, pumping the sleek, black thing in and out of her mouth.

Moisture oozed freely from her rod, dribbling down her throat and across her tongue as she worked herself over. She could feel the steady throb of her heartbeat through the mast in her beak, letting her eyes roll back in her head. Then she decided she didn't need to make it last forever. Her tongue curled this way and that, driving herself towards the edge as quickly as she could, and it wasn't a long wait.

A thick, sticky, salty blast surged down Sasha's throat. She swallowed eagerly, even pulling her member out of her gullet so that it would paint the inside of her beak and give her a good taste of her own seed. She found she rather liked it. That was a dangerous revelation, discovering one loved the flavor of one's own release. As soon as the idea hit her, she pulled the dark thing from her beak and gasped. A generous squirt of white splattered down her front, surprising her.

For a moment, Sasha was taken aback. An instant later, she started to giggle, bringing her shaft back to her beak to lick it clean and suckle what few little hints of her own seed she could. It was addictive, this sensation and revelation.

"Oh I'm in trouble. I'm in bad trouble. I may never leave the house again!" Sasha laughed, dropping her member back into her lap as she slouched.

It took her a few moments to recover enough to think clearly, but she could only think about how badly she wanted to just do it all over again. But she shouldn't. If she let herself, the paramedics would end up finding her a few weeks later, shriveled up on her couch, having starved while continuously trying to bring herself to climax again and again.

She would need to stop for food and drink. And probably to shower. And reluctantly she thought it might be a good idea to actually go to work too. After all, she wouldn't be able to suck herself off if she was dead. A new giggle escaped her, brought about by the absurdity of it all. She had just given herself one hell of a blow job, then felt conflicted about just staying there, constantly sucking on her own shaft until she literally couldn't anymore.

"Probably should at least look at some these other knickknacks. Who knows, maybe I've got something even better than this." Sasha snickered, her imagination running wild with possibilities.

Before she could delve into the bag again, she decided she wanted to reattach herself. There was no point in leaving a piece of her just lying around. Shaft in hand, the red-feathered feline-bird attempted to return it from whence it came. She tried to line everything up just like she had with her hand, but the click never came. It was a little difficult to see what was going on, so she just assumed she hadn't gotten the alignment right.

After a couple of attempts, she felt a click and assumed she had succeeded. She turned her wrists to 'screw' everything into place, but instead of clicking home, she felt metal slide past flesh. In the same breath, she felt her fingers spread as if the object they were grasping had suddenly swelled. She had watched it happen as well. Her dark spire had suddenly gained several inches in length, and at least one or two in girth. She couldn't get her fingertips to touch on the far side anymore, and the two rings no longer matched size.

Sasha stared down at her groin in shock and amazement. She hadn't connected the two rings, she had inadvertently adjusted the size of one of them, specifically the one at the base of the monster she was trying to fasten back onto her crotch. She was so startled she dropped the black, fleshy rod and it flopped onto the floor. The cold surface made her shiver a little, drawing her out of her stupor. In that instant, her more rational side attempted to take over.

The lady leaned forward and collected the instruction manual, flipping through its few pages frantically to try and find out what it might have to say about such an occurrence. It didn't take long for her to find it, and it advised against such a practice. The size difference could have less than pleasant side effects if misused. That was enough for her to consider undoing the adjustment and take it off.

When Sasha leaned down to collect her fallen member, the very act of picking it up sent a new jolt through her. The warmth of her own hand on the now slightly chilled flesh had felt quite lovely. That was when the less rational side of her mind began trying to take command again. If she could make it bigger that easily, how much bigger could she go safely?

The lady's grin returned and she grasped the ring at the base of her shaft and began to gently twist the same direction that had brought on the discovery. To her delight, it worked just as it had the first time. The ring remained just as snug around the base of the rod. Anything that went in one side had to come out the same size relative to the side it was exiting. So the bigger the 'exit' ring got, the bigger her member grew, as did her sac.

In precious little time, Sasha held in her lap a sleek, dark rod that was as long as her forearm and slightly bigger around than. Her eyes remained transfixed on it as she traced her fingers across the surface. It still felt just as tender as ever, but now there was so much more to it. The avian's imagination had been running wild already, but now it was focused tightly on a new direction. She couldn't even stop herself from saying it aloud.

"What if I stuck this in me?" Sasha asked to no one.

She was a big girl. Rarely did she meet someone who could properly satisfy her. And usually, they were all jerks, too full of themselves because their size made them feel powerful. Now, not only did she have access to something she was sure would stretch her almost to the point of pain, but it didn't come with a puffed-up prick attached to it. Slowly, she began to grin anew.

The phoenix-gryphon climbed to her paws and moved out from behind the coffee table, finding a good, wide open spot in the middle of the floor. With a little coaxing, stroking, and licking, she brought herself shivering back to full attention, then sat the dark monster down. The flat end provided by the ring gave the 'tower' a stable base, even as it curved softly 'upward'.

Excitement began to cloud the lady's judgment. She crouched over the grand thing and spread her thighs, making sure to aim just right. Her fingers stroked over her well-soaked folds and her tongue lashed across the edges of her beak. The anticipation was so strong it felt like it might tear the room in half if it snapped. Not one to stand on ceremony or drag things out too long, Sasha dropped herself down onto it.

Immediately, the waiting petals were forced apart by the very length they had lived next to all her life, the owner of both never having thought this would ever be possible. A sharp gasp forced Sasha's beak open. Her legs quivered, threatening to not respond to her commands. She had only just gotten the head in, and it was already doing this to her. She was feeling both at once, knowing she was doing it to herself. That alone spurred her onward.

The avian reached down and gripped the engorged mast already piercing her and pushed herself down onto it further. A deep, loud moan filled the living room as she felt it slide in, shockingly easily. Her stomach quickly developed a vague swell in the same shape as the beastly thing inside her. Had she thought to set up a camera, she likely would have spent far too long just staring at the bulge she made in herself.

Maybe she could do that next time, even share the video with a few select friends who might enjoy such a sight.

Down the girl sank onto the intruder, already feeling a thick, copious dribble of clear, sticky ooze coating her inner walls. It made the tight grasp of her passage easier to contend with, sinking down further. Soon, she could feel the grand swell of her scrotum press against her thighs, reaching far enough back to cushion her rump. She shivered and cried out softly.

That did it. She couldn't stand it any longer. The avian began bouncing away as hard as she could muster on her own spire. She gripped it tightly in both hands and worked it like a piston, dragging it out of her soaked cleft only to cram it back in. Each inward press stole her breath away once again. She hadn't ever managed to find someone this big. She wasn't used to contending with such a size, but she was sure it was ruining her for every other male on the planet, and a few ladies who were equipped similarly to her.

A lewd, wet squelch repeated throughout the room as she pounded down onto the floor again and again. Sasha's legs began to burn, but she ignored them. Her lungs screamed for air, but she pressed on. Her petals and abdomen protested the strain, but she didn't listen. She just wanted, needed to be filled by this huge thing she had been given the chance to enjoy.

Had this been her first act of self gratification for the day, it would have been a short trip. But the earlier session of self-pleasure had meant she was still 'recharging'. That meant she could last longer, at least on one side of it. The part of her being filled didn't last long at all. She was struck by a powerful climax within minutes, forcing a very avian screech out of her. The splash of honey that spilled from her only further lubricated everything. Her work was made easier, even in spite of being completely out of breath.

Again and again she drove herself to orgasm, struck by three in total, each one chaining off the sensation of the first until at last, she felt the tell-tale twitching and tensing of her abdomen. It didn't even occur to her to brace herself, she simply threw herself headlong into the coming explosion. And an explosion it was.

A new shriek echoed through the house as her shaft bucked and throbbed, gushing with the might of a fire hose as it delivered a burst of heat that warmed her core immediately. Sasha's belly swelled the instant the first pulse struck. And each subsequent pump forced her middle to grow further. One of her hands moved immediately to her belly, her eyes bulging as she felt it stretch. It felt like gallons of seed were pouring into her, and the giant member only continued to provide. If she hadn't been out of breath before, she would be now.

The powerful throbbing continued, as did the steady addition of more and more of her own spunk, for what felt like an eternity. She could have stayed in that state for hours, days, even months if it were somehow possible. But it all came to an end and she began to drift down from the initial spike.

Sasha flopped onto her back, sprawled on the floor, completely spent. The vast spire was still lodged inside her, twitching lightly every time she squeezed her legs together, or really moved at all. Both of her hands cupped against her now heavily swollen belly, feeling over the dome that stood above her. It had given her the chance to pass herself off as pregnant. Heavily pregnant. In fact, she looked as though she had a whole litter a few months past due. As far as productivity was concerned, she knew she was on the high end of the scale of what was thought to be average. But this blew that away.

When she finally had the ability to breathe somewhat normally again, she laughed and squeezed her tummy, adoring the size and weight. It had been something of a fantasy of hers to be swollen so very full. And here she was, living it out. And she had done it to herself.

"Next time someone tells me to go fuck myself, I'm coming home and doing this, then texting them the video." the avian laughed.

As she lay there catching her breath, a new notion struck her, one that she could not ignore. When she had managed to collect herself enough to do so, Sasha sat up, groaning a little as her sloshing gut weighed her down. She had never been filled so much. It was unlike anything she had experienced, and she was in love. She was in trouble again.

With more effort than she had figured it would take, the phoenix-gryphon tugged her still gently throbbing member from between her legs. As soon as she felt it slip out of her with a wet slurp, she closed her legs, clenching up everything she could command to. Why give up a giant, warm, sloshing tummy if she didn't have to? It took a few moments, but as soon as she was sure she wouldn't 'leak', she let her curiosity return to where it had gone before she propped herself up.

"Just how big can I make you?" she mused to herself, unable to stop grinning.

The lady gripped the base and began twisting along the ring carefully, adjusting the size once more. Right before her eyes, and much to her astonishment, the black beast cradled in her arms grew larger, and larger, and larger. It passed the size of one of her thighs, then stretched outward until it was as long as one of her legs. As it got bigger, Sasha found she had more difficulty twisting the ring. But it didn't deter her from going on.

She carried on until she reached the absolute limit. There was a point where she just couldn't fit hear hands around the base well enough to turn the ring any larger. Initially, that concerned her. What if she couldn't shrink it back down? Experimentally, she turned the ring the other way, finding it was possible, but with great difficulty. Then she tried an idea that struck her.

Sasha reached down under her swollen gut and gave the ring still hugging at her groin a twist, working to make it larger. It gave easily, and the action made her shaft--now large enough to be used as a bodily pillow--shrink slightly. A gap formed around the ring and the base of her member, similar to the gap between the other half of the ring and what of her well-used features were still connected to her.

That made the feline-bird grin and she began working to twist the disconnected ring once more, finding she had some luck in rotating it larger. When she was sure she had gotten as far as she could comfortably, she cinched the ring on her groin snug again. The small adjustment translated through to her member and it gained a noticeable bump. Now she had something that looked like it could double as an oversized pool float.

Without ceremony, Sasha flopped down onto her side and wrapped her arms around the mammoth rod. She could get her arms around it, but it was like hugging another person. The heat coming off of it was surprising, and the act of hugging it felt too good to stop. The avian began to gently nuzzle along the side of her own rod, trilling happily. She couldn't believe she had discovered something so fantastic. She didn't even know she wanted such a thing until it was there, in her arms.

For quite a long while she lay there, just cuddling with her disembodied, ridiculously engorged self, wondering if the manufacturers had thought about this as a possible use. As she pondered, her nuzzling turned to licking. It was a simple little action at first, just a quick little lap. But it quickly shifted to more than that. In short order, she was dragging her tongue greedily all over the big, dark thing. There was no way she could fit the head in her mouth any more, but she could focus her efforts.

So she did, pressing her beak against the gash that had resumed leaking its clear ooze. As soon as she began exploring just beyond the lip of the opening, lightning shot through her. Oh this was too good to stop. So she didn't. Sasha pressed her beak against her length harder, moaning anew as she let the spirit of exploration drive her to more perverse heights.

Before she could realize what she was doing, Sasha had shoved the whole of her somewhat stubby beak into the strong-smelling opening. The sensation ripped through her and she jerked her head back as a moan fought its way out of her throat. For a brief moment, she had simply lay there, panting harder than she thought the experience should have forced her to. She had to do that again. She just had to.

With the same intense enthusiasm as she had demonstrated since she got home, the crimson gryphon plunged her beak back into her own shaft. The jolt that had forced her back returned, but she was prepared for it this time, dragging her tongue all around inside the slick, tender passage. It was incredible. Never had she thought oral could be so sublime. She almost didn't notice as her member stiffened, tightening its grip on her beak.

But she did notice. And her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't retreat because of it.

Now she was concerned. Any twisting or tugging she attempted was only met by that grasp turning even more intense. Of course, the sensation that came from it was exciting in its own way, but it was also a little frightening. Sasha had been taken by a mild panic, unable to rationalize the idea of 'maybe if I calm down, it will let got'. Her struggles only spurred things on. And then, it actually pulled on her.

A muffled yelp of surprise sounded from within the black beast. Sasha's head was dragged forward, sunk immediately into the flesh she had been teasing and pleasing. She couldn't believe what had just happened! Her panic grew, even as she loosed a barrage of noises that could only be described as intense, unbridled delight. Then she was tugged on again. Her shoulders were suddenly surrounded in the same, slick warmth smelling so heavily of her own release. And she could feel herself sliding deeper ever so slowly!

She was being eaten by her own enormous erection! Such a thing shouldn't be possible, and yet here she was! The rings had allowed this whole paradoxical scenario to come to pass! That and her own lusty inclinations.

Sasha released her grasp on the ravenous member with her arms, lifting her hands to try and push on the head to tug herself back out. Her legs remained firmly wrapped around it to keep herself anchored. But it did no good. The heavy smearing of pre that had coated the flesh wrapping around her made it difficult to gain purchase. Her hands slipped about fruitlessly, before they too were inevitably slurped up with a wet sucking sound.

New panic gripped the feathered girl, making her struggle all the more. That only stirred her loins further. She was torn rather sharply between two desires; one was to get out however she could, and the other to allow herself to be completely consumed. Every time she twitched or fought, it set her nethers alight. Screwing herself with her own dick was one thing, but this was something else completely foreign and wildly intense.

All the motion continued to force more tugs from the flesh drawing itself over her. Her chest passed without any real difficulty. Her plumage was quickly matted with moisture and significant streaks of white. She sputtered through gasps for air, still fighting to push herself back up and out. Deeper she sank, her efforts getting her nowhere. The smooth, squeezing flesh simply would not permit her any means of escape.

As her bloated stomach started to enter, a new moan--a loud, guttural one--drifted up out of the black monster. She could feel her length stretch to take in such a vast bulge, even making it stretch outward visibly as it somehow dragged her further in. As soon as she felt her hips pass into the heat of her own interior, she began to worry. The ring still attached to her might be a way out of this, somehow. But that was only if it stayed attached.

With all the strength she could muster, Sasha shoved a hand down along the side of her heavy, soft belly, and clutched at the ring nestled in against her groin. It wasn't going anywhere, thankfully, but the act jostled the monster around her. That made the whole thing 'hiccup' and tug her in with a sharp jerk. The reaction caught her attention and she froze. It felt good to rest, to give her body a chance to recover from so much useless fighting. The exhaustion also gave her a chance to address her own panic.

What was happening was terrifying, yes, but it also felt unbelievably good. Better than anything she could have imagined. She couldn't muster the strength to continue the fight, so she decided to give in. Maybe she could trigger a climax so powerful she would shoot herself back out. It was an odd sentence to ponder, but it was worth trying. So she relaxed further, resigning herself to be completely devoured by her own shaft.

All the bulges and lumps she made along the underside of her length slipped further down as her thighs were slurped up. Just before her knees were drawn in, Sasha felt the tight constriction of the world around her open up into a mostly dark, very warm chamber. The 'room' was filled with a sticky, viscous substance she immediately identified. It didn't take her long to figure out where she was and she lifted her head to keep her beak out of the small sea of seed she found she had swirling around in her sac.

Her calves entered with a soft squelch, then her paws followed. The last of her tail was dragged in lazily as the phoenix-gryphon was forced to curl up, bulging the already generous scrotum even further. Little by little she slid all the way in until she was completely contained in the chamber. She huffed and panted, finding it hard to not plunge a couple of fingers into her folds. And the more she squirmed, the stronger the waves of pleasure grew.

"Oh god! What the hell!? I... I'm actually... getting off on this!" she sputtered breathlessly.

Coated completely in her own spunk, sequestered in her own sac, devoured by her own rod; it was a ridiculous idea and yet she could not deny to herself how much she was loving it. She cried out as her petals quivered and squeezed around her fingers, brought to orgasm in very short order. The world around her contracted, threatening to expel her once again.

That was what she wanted, right? To be shot out like so much cum? As she felt the pull of suction trying to drag her back into the long passage she had just slipped down, she stretched out. The act made her moan louder, making her want to stretch more. The intended effect was achieved. She could feel herself being struck by climax. Outside, the lone black beast bucked about, painting the floor and even a portion of the far wall in a heavy blast of seed. But no phoenix-gryphon came along for the ride. Her bloated, bean-bag chair sized sac remained just as swollen and occupied.

"No! Not yet! I... I wanna enjoy this a while!" Sasha shouted to herself.

She couldn't believe she had just said that. The way in had been mostly terror, but now that she was in, she could see past it for the pleasurable experience it had also been. Now she was curious. How long could she stay without hurting herself? Outside, it was a little chilly, leaving her lonely length desiring to shrink and soften. But all the stimulation of having a full grown adult stuffed into her scrotum wouldn't allow it.

A silly thought struck her. What if she had only put the ring on her shaft? What if her sac had been left out? Would she have gone through the portal and been shrunk to fit inside herself? Would that somehow break the universe? It seemed ill advised to try. She'd have to read the manual to see what would happen if one portal passed through the other. Maybe she could test it out on a friend. That sounded like a fine idea to her.

Again, her world shook and squeezed around her as she felt a new climax approaching. Sasha stopped moving and tried to ease herself back down. The would-be orgasm faded, leaving her panting and pent up. Oh she was in so much trouble.

And she still had a whole bag of other magical trinkets to go through.