Anything You Want

Ch. 16- The Right Opportunity

"Jesus Christ Tomé, how am I supposed to sleep with dreams like that?" Matthew swore as he sat up in the dawn light and turned to pick up his book.

'Is it really sleep you want?' was the line he found in response when he flipped open to a random page. It was just above a sketch of his teacher leaning lewdly toward him, just like he'd left her in the dream.

"I mean no - but I just finished staying up half the night having sex with Jill. Isn't that enough for you?" he asked, yawning partway through. He'd been asleep for like five hours, tops.

This time, when he turned the page, he found a paragraph. 'I am a bottomless pit of desire, Matthew. Please never forget that. No matter how much you think you want sex, I want it a hundred times more than that. If it were up to me, that is all we would do all day. You can go back to sleep now if you like, though. I just needed to know who was next on your list, so I could start planning. All these miracles you've come to take for granted don't work themselves, you know.'

None of the words were a surprise, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd hurt her feelings. For a magical book, she could be awfully sensitive. He didn't say anything about that, though. He understood just enough about women to know that would make things worse. Instead, he asked, "Okay - so when are we doing this? Today, tomorrow?"

'Tuesday, right after you fail your test on Monday as hard as you can.,' she answered when he turned the page.

That made Matthew smile. "Fail? I'm not going to bomb my test, okay. Calc I might be boring, but I've got it down pat these days."

'I know Matthew. You're a very smart young man, but failing the test on purpose is one of the two things you're going to have to do if you want to hear what it sounds like when your Math teacher cums on your dick,' the book answered.

"Oh yeah? And what's the other one?" He shot back. "A new shirt? Maybe some nicer shoes?"

'The tight black jeans you bought the other day will be perfect, but you will also need a bigger dick to truly tempt a size queen like Mrs. Laurens. She's been unfaithful to her husband on several occasions, but never with a man who was less than ten inches.' Matthew reread the words he'd just finished reading, sure that he'd gotten confused, but they didn't change at all after a second read. That couldn't be right, could it? He was almost six inches on a good day, but ten? That was never going to happen.

He didn't know what to say to that. He just swallowed hard and turned the page, sure that she would have the answers even if he didn't. 'Nothing is impossible, Matthew, and while permanent changes to your body are currently beyond my power, there's plenty that can be done on a temporary basis if you were to go next door and help your neighbor relieve some of her... frustrations.'

"So you just want me to go bang Mrs. Hale, and you're going to make my dick get bigger? Just like that?" Matthew finally managed to whisper, trying to figure out if that was a good idea.

After all, letting the book do things to him might give her more control over him somehow. If this were a fairy tale, and she were an evil spirit, that's definitely what the catch would be. He'd get the dick of his dreams, but it would make him want sex with people he hated or something. A cursed cock, he thought, making him smile slightly as he turned the page.

'Well, we won't cast the spell to change you until just before class. Not only will this version not last very long, but the appetites it gives you will be intense.'

"So it really will be a cursed cock," Matthew shot back without thinking. He knew he had to be a catch, and he was right.

'I have many curses, Matthew, but this is not one of them. The reason for the lust in this case is just biological. If you have a bigger cock and giant balls, then you're going to have more testosterone, and you're not used to that. Even in the short term, your appetites will stay elevated for some time.'

That gave Matthew some pause, but not as much as he would have thought. The fact was that with his dick throbbing like this, he'd do almost anything to fuck his teacher, even things that were bad ideas, and letting a spirit cast a spell on his dick was almost certainly a bad idea.

After checking out Tomé's proposed details on when he'd be able to best seduce his neighbor again, he put the book down and went downstairs, willing his cock to calm down while he made himself some cereal. Then, as he ate, he reflected on just how surreal everything had gotten.

How had he gone from scrounging for dollars and focusing on studying to worrying about which dream girl he was going to fuck next? He'd won the freaking lottery for christsakes, and he hadn't even claimed it. He was using a million-dollar lottery ticket as a bookmark in his magic book rather than cashing it in. Why? Because she hadn't told him to yet. Was that smart? Was that pathetic? He had no idea.

Matthew knew that he shouldn't live and die by what anyone told him to do, and certainly not what a mysterious magic spirit said, but when he thought about what he'd done with Jill last night - and the way that she'd looked at him while she came on his cock... Well, it was hard to stay rational when he was thinking about such things.

In the end, he certainly wasn't going to say no to fucking Mrs. Hale again either. He just finished his cereal, took a shower, and waited until 10:54, which Tomé had dutifully informed him earlier was the optional time to ring her doorbell.

"Mmmm... perfect timing, Matt, you must have good ears if you heard me moaning your name all the way from my house," she purred as she answered, wearing only a bathrobe. "You know I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you were here the other day to help me..."

"You know, I had a similar problem, Maggie," he answered, reaching out and grabbing the knot of her sash, making it come undone, revealing that she was wearing only a bathrobe, just as the book had promised.

His boldness made her blush, and she pulled him inside after taking a moment to close the robe with her hand. "Matt," she hissed, "What are you doing? Someone could see us!" She was scandalized but also smiling.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he responded by pressing her against it. "No one is going to see the things I do to you, not unless I decide to take some pictures of you after I cum all over those gorgeous tits of yours," he said, kissing her hard as she moaned in his mouth.

The robe fell away after that, and he pinned her to the door. This time, he didn't ask about condoms or her husband. He didn't care. All he cared about was how hard his dick was throbbing in his pants now that he had tasted Maggie again, and it was all he could do not to whip out his dick immediately and start fucking her. That could wait at least long enough for him to devour her amazing breasts once more.

It was only after she was moaning loudly enough from pinching and biting her nipples that he flipped her around and started fucking her against the door from behind. While he did it, Matthew eventually reached up and covered her mouth, just to make sure that people walking on the sidewalk wouldn't hear.

His neighbor was definitely enjoying herself more than she had the first time a few days ago, and that made him proud. He'd always thought that treating women like this was just something that happened in porn, but both of his new lovers really seemed to enjoy it when he took charge.

He would have thought more about that, but he wondered how different sex would feel after he let Tomé alter his dick. Would Maggie cum harder? Would he last longer? Would condoms even be an option for him? He had no idea, but he still wanted it, and with every slick thrust in and out of her hot, wet hole, he wanted it more. Even though it was dangerous, he wanted to know what it was like to bruise her cervix and drown her womb in his cum.

It was that image that finally made him cum.

"God, I love fucking you," growled as he bottomed out inside her pussy and started blowing his first load, shooting jet after jet of pearly cum inside her.

It wouldn't be the last, though. They still had a couple of hours until her children would be headed home, and he was going to make them count.

Ch. 17 - I'll see you after class

They fucked three more times over the next two hours before he left her covered in cum and reeking of sex. Muscles he didn't realize he had in his core and his pelvis ached from overuse, but as he flopped down on his bed, he could have died happy. Never in Matthew's life did he think he would be getting this much sex. For the last year, he'd had basically nothing but his own hand and all the internet videos he could watch, but in less than a week, all that had changed.

The only disappointing part was that he'd have to wait until Tuesday to conquer the next woman on his wishlist. That meant that he would have to deal with work twice, class once, and manage to keep himself from going stir-crazy before he'd have his chance to bang Mrs. Laurens.

It turned out that it wasn't as bad as he feared, though. The worst part was pretty much just his shifts at the drive-through. Though it had always been hard not to leer at his most attractive coworkers, it became borderline impossible not to look now.

Melanie didn't have much in the way of tits, but every time she came out of the freezer with a box of patties or fries, he was once again reminded of the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra as her hard nipples became momentarily visible against her dark work shirt until she warmed back up. In all his shifts, he'd never seen a panty line on her either, and he was fairly sure that she went commando all the time. Some day soon, he was going to have to figure out whether she was dating Roberto or not, he decided.

The real draw, though, as always, was Mandy. He hadn't been late since the last time, so she was back to her happy, almost serious self, but for some reason today he couldn't keep her off his mind. Every time she smiled, he wondered what she'd look like with his dick in her mouth, and every time she shouted 'Order up!' he found himself wondering if she was a moaner or a screamer.

As a consequence, he was pretty unfocused the whole day, and a couple of his coworkers told him he shouldn't come to work stoned. That wasn't true, of course, but he didn't deny it. Letting them believe that he was high rather than impossibly horny was a much better option in his book.

Monday was a much harder pill for him to swallow. Matthew had never actually failed a test before, and as he looked down the list of problems on this one, he was certain he could get a strong A on this if he wanted to. That wasn't how he got into Mrs. Lauren's panties, though. As bad as he wanted to feel her coming on his dick, it seemed somehow wrong to intentionally fail the test, though.

Yet, that's exactly what he did. He went down the list slowly, doing the equations and showing his work, but making critical mistakes in every one that would get him the wrong answer. He knew that he'd get credit for the work he'd done right, but in the end, it would be a sea of red, and that she would not be pleased. She shouldn't be, of course. When one of your best students becomes one of your worst, that's a problem a teacher should investigate. How was she to know that at the root of the problem was a throbbing erection and the need for him to fill her with his cum?

It was only once that was done, and he got back to his room that the moment of truth arrived.

"So how are we going to do this?" he asked the book nervously before he turned the page.

'This won't be anything too complicated. You will need a candle, a knife, and a couple of incantations, and then it will be done. You aren't doing much of the magic. You're just strengthening our connection, so I can do it for you, master.'

"But like - will it happen immediately? Will it hurt?" Those were the questions he really wanted answered, and he found it interesting that the book hadn't been able to read his mind and he'd been forced to actually ask them out loud.

'There won't be any pain. You will go to sleep as you are now, and wake up in the morning a changed man.'

That didn't sound so bad to Matthew, though he waited until after dinner to try it out. He waited until everyone went to bed, and then he read the book by candlelight. Tomé had written the phonetic pronunciation of each word below the actual word so he'd be able to say them right, which was helpful, but by the time he finished, he was surprised that he felt no different. It was pretty anticlimactic, really. Other than the band-aid on his finger, he was exactly the same. He'd felt more different than this the night that she'd cut his finger and done the flip book trick. At least then he'd been exhausted, but right now Matthew didn't even feel a little bit tired. He ended up lying in bed for half an hour before he finally drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, he didn't really think anything of the night before. He didn't wake up like it was Christmas morning and look inside his underwear. Instead, he got up and went to the bathroom while he was still bleary. It was only when he fished his now massive cock out of his boxer briefs that he realized the spell she'd had him cast really had worked. Right now, he was barely hard, and his cock was bigger than it was usually when he was painfully erect. It blew his mind a little bit, and the first thing he did when he finished washing his hands was to go back into his room and watch just enough porn to get hard so he could measure his new monster.

Yesterday he'd gone to sleep at 5 and 3/4 inches, and today he was tipping the scales at 12 and a 1/4. It was insane. Matthew wasn't really a dick pic guy, but he took a couple pictures to remember this by when it faded, which sparked a thought, and he quickly opened the book to ask Tomé, "Hey - so how long is this crazy dick going to last anyway. Mrs. Hale might start to ask questions if I suddenly show up packing this much meat."

'The full effect will only last for a day or so, and after that it will slowly dissipate at an inch a day. More if you cum often. As you say, it would be best not to have sex with either of your recent sexual partners again until this weekend at the earliest.'

Matthew nodded at that. Putting Jill and his neighbor off limits for a few days just meant that he would have to find someone new to bang between now and then, and that was okay by him.

It turned out getting dressed after having a huge cock was far more challenging than casting the spell to get it in the first place. Even soft his bulge was impossible to hide, and when he got hard, it was going to leave a very visible line down the left leg of his jeans. It was definitely a when, not an if, too, because he could already feel the effect that the extra testosterone was having on him. A stiff breeze would give him a hard-on at this point.

He managed to avoid that fate on the drive to school, but no sooner did he sit down in class and notice what she was wearing than his dick started to harden in his pants. There was nothing he could do about it, so he just moved his sweatshirt to cover it while the class filed in. After all, there was only one person in the class that he wanted to show, and it wasn't time for that yet.

So, he waited patiently, pretending to pay attention while in reality he was undressing his teacher with his eyes, and as she finally began handing the tests back out, she said, "Most of you did very well, but others - well, it's clear that we still have some work to do."

She didn't call him out in front of the other students at least, but there was a note at the top of his paper next to the big red F and the 37% that said 'See me after class, Matt'. His new cock had been throbbing in his pants since he wandered in and saw her standing there in a blouse that offered up just a hint of cleavage. Normally, such a view might have been enough to give a chub, but this cock was aching for action, and even a hint of sexuality was enough to make him feel dizzy as the blood rushed to it.

From the way she did a double take as she looked down on him, first in disapproval, and after that with an expression that was more inscrutable, he was sure that she saw the heat he was packing, and though her reaction hadn't been dramatic, he was sure that Tomé's read on things was right. It had better be, because he was going to need to empty his balls soon, or he was going to go crazy.

Ch. 18 - After Hours

Matthew waited for ten minutes after class was over before he went to his teacher's office because he didn't want to seem too eager. Well, that, and he had to wait for his hard-on to die down some before it was comfortable to walk again.

He was pleased to note that by the time he made his way up to the third floor, where the teacher's offices were, the place seemed largely deserted, though she was sitting alone in her office.

"Mrs. Laurens? Do you have a minute?" he asked, knocking on the door frame.

"Of course," she said, swiveling the chair to face him. "Shut the door and have a seat."

Matthew immediately noticed that in between classes, and now she'd undone another button on her top, taking her cleavage from barely there to hard to miss. He reluctantly tore his gaze from it, met her eyes just in time to see her staring at his bulge, and smiled as he wondered exactly how he should handle this seduction. He could have just asked Tomé earlier, but he didn't because he liked doing things himself. However, this didn't seem like it was going to be too hard, especially not when she met his eyes again and blushed slightly as she realized she'd been caught.

"So what happened?" She asked, quickly changing the subject to cover up her embarrassment. "You've been doing great this semester - solid A's and B's and now this..."

Matt weighed his options as he looked at his teacher. Even though she was almost old enough to be his mother, the way her dark hair framed her face and the way she hid behind her huge glasses made her look more than a little mousy most days, which was almost as hot as her massive rack was when she turned in profile to the class to explain some point. He knew that at her age, there was no way that her breasts were actually defying gravity like that, but her bra sure made them look great.

The fact that she'd decided to show off a little bit was certainly suggestive, though, he decided. After all, if she'd just planned to take what she wanted, she wouldn't have needed to do that, would she? Or maybe he'd gotten everything backwards, and she really was the quasidominatrix that Tomé had portrayed her to be. Mandy certainly wasn't like she had been in the dream, so there was no reason that his teacher was either, right?

It didn't matter, though. He was overthinking it. His choices were really just bold and super bold, and he wasn't brave enough to be more than a little bold, so after a moment's delay, he finally said, "I'm not sure that there's much you could do to help with my problem." His voice was nervous when he spoke, like he was shy or uncertain, even though he was anything but.

"Nonsense," she said, leaning forward and grabbing Matthew's hand. The gesture was meant to be supportive, but mostly it just let him look down her cleavage and firmed his resolve. "If you've got a problem in my classroom, then I need to take care of it. Now why don't you..."

Her words trailed off as he took her offered hand and moved it down until it was pressed against the bulge on his left thigh. For a moment, she squeezed his cock like she wasn't sure what it was, and then she tried to pull away, but he didn't let her escape.