The Tarot of Transformation - The Emperor (x2) (2)

“The Emperor. Again. You know what this does, by now, so evidently you want me to be imbued with even more authority. Right? That’s the part that does it for you?” Her cock gives a twitch, almost hiding her grin as it tilts in front of her face; and she takes the opportunity to give it an indulgent kiss, her eyes never leaving yours. “Lucky for you that I am such a willing vessel. And I can fit so much more between my legs.”

Another twitch—and by now it’s obvious that her shaft isn’t just throbbing, it’s growing. Inch by inch, moment by moment. Flora relishes it openly, her slender fingers running up and down her bulging lady-dick, giving little ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s as it swells. Her lips worship it as well—though it doesn’t take long for the inches to add up to such a tremendous length that she can’t even reach her glistening cockhead with her mouth.

“Mmh. Such a shame. But then, that is why you’re here, right? After all, you did make me like this…” She wraps her arms around her titanic cock, giving it a lusty squeeze—and giggle-moans at once as it responds with its strongest growth spurt yet, a whole foot at once, towering above the table and casting a deep shadow across the tarot cards. It might not be long before that beast between her legs spears through the ceiling… Or through you, if you ask her nicely.

Flora’s parlor is, in any case, rapidly running out of room. Her little trick of levitating her chair becomes very handy indeed as her huge, bloating ball fills her lap and then drops off her knees, too large to hide beneath skirt nor table. And she is enthusiastically encouraging them, gyrating her hips and legs to make space and to stroke along the enormous, smooth scrotum; rumbling, as it does so, churning, and sloshing with a preposterous volume of seed. All that for her gigantic girlcock, now so tall and wide that it blocks the view of the rest of her from head-on, a mammoth slab of fuckflesh that only still fits in the room by virtue of being the slightest bit floppy, bending at the top of the parlor and pushing sideways, the size of a christmas tree and still growing bigger. 

“You might want to choose your third card,” she says, “While you still can.”