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Little Shop Of Dreams 2
I don't know where the shop came from. I don't. My boyfriend has asked me and asked me and asked me, but I have no idea. I could've sworn there was a Starbucks there before, and then it was this little junk shop. Then when I took Arthur there, it was a Starbucks again. He'd think I was crazy... Hell, I'd think I was crazy, if we didn't have proof...
Who am I? I'm Jade, just an every day young woman, fresh from college and looking for her place in the world, with her high school boyfriend, Arthur.
At least that's what everyone thinks, and for a long time, that was true. We'd moved to the big city, in hopes of finding matching careers; we both took the same nursing courses, and then moved to apparently the one city not having a nursing shortage so we'd been working odd jobs inbetween. So that's how we ended up on a weekend, no work and bored out of our minds. So we went shopping.
Well window shopping. The idea was to just wander the downtown shops, looking at whatever caught our eyes and eating out. It's a good idea for a date, btw.
So we'd spent all morning and well into the afternoon before we decided to wander on our own for a bit. It wasn't something we normally did, but that day we'd decided to. Neither of us is really sure why, we just did. Seemed like the right thing to do.
So he headed off to the beachfront, where there was some local band playing, he knew the drummer from even before we'd gotten together.
Now here's the thing about Arthur. He's great. A genuinely amazing guy, attentive, emotionally intelligent, kind, funny, and casually hot. I've been in love with him pretty much since the first time I met him.
But down there... you know, his package? It's... small. Not terribly small or anything, just slightly below average. To me it's not really that big a deal, but to Arthur, it's one of his biggest insecurities. Like he won't watch porn cause he thinks everyone in it has a bigger dick than him, even if they don't.
And yes, before you say it, I've told him numerous times that it's not the size that matters, but how you use it. It does nothing to help him on it.
Aside from that, Arthur is damn near perfect and the things that boy can do with his tongue? Mind. Blowing. Not sure if he learned his skills in an effort to 'make up' for what he thinks is his short coming or not, but damn he's brought me to edge of death and back. I swear.
Me, on the other hand, I like to think that I'm above average, at least in looks. I'm five foot four and three quarters - in nursing school they make you get your exact measurements - I have long black hair that reaches halfway down my back, though I usually have it in pigtails or braids. Arthur likes it like that, and I like making him happy.
I'm not all that 'stacked', I have some decent B cups, though my mom swears that means I'll never sag. She's... a strange mom. More active in my sex life than I'd like her to be. My ass, however, is pretty big, and tight, and just walking normally makes it shake like I'm dancing for money. Can't help it, it does it on it's own. I get a lot of stares because of it, but I've long grown used to it.
What was I talking about? Right, the day I found the shop. I wasn't even going to go into any store, I was just wandering, unsure of what I wanted to do. I didn't have a lot of friends here and while the few I did have would gladly drop anything and spend an afternoon wandering the weirdly laid out side streets, I didn't wanna bother any of them. And then my stomach growled.
I hadn't eaten for a few hours, figured Artie wouldn't mind if I had a quick bite, and began looking for a fast food place somewhere. That's when I realized those side streets had me all turned around. I didn't even know where downtown was anymore. So I did what any smart twenty eight year old would do.
I pulled out my phone and squinted at the map. Only to realize I had no idea what any of the street names were, so finding the path back was quickly becoming an exercise in futility. I sighed, torn between calling Artie and begging him to come save me, and just risking picking a random street and heading down it. Then I saw it.
The Little Shop of Dreams, the sign said, with this little animated looking snake crawling all over the 'D' in dreams. I frowned, had this always been here? I swore the map said it should be a Starbucks... for some reason, I didn't double check it. I just went in.
"Hello?" I called out, looking around at the... strange place.
It seemed like some kind of gift shop, you know the ones where there are random wood carvings everywhere, and the entire place smells almost like an attic? That was this place, the exact image you've just pictured. It was the exact stereotype, down to the almost native looking carving, and the bearskin rug off to the side. What the hell was somewhere like this doing here?
I kept looking around, seeing the strangest things. Necklaces with crystals and feathers, random wood carved idols, rings with huge stones, bracelets, t shirts, maps, empty note books and -
"Looking for anything in particular, dearie?" I swear I jumped a good three feet as a voice rang out beside my ear, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around, looking for the old lady who's voice that had to belong to and saw...
Someone maybe a couple of years older than me.
And she was gorgeous. Long black hair, longer and blacker than my own. She wore a tight t shirt that really emphasized her curvy shape, her smooth and small waist dressed in tight jeans that left little to the imagination. Her necklaces rattled as she breathed, made me wonder how I hadn't heard her walk up behind me.
"Oh, uh no not really. Was just kind of wandering..." My voice trailed off as her head tilted as she listened. She oddly reminded me of a raven, though I wasn't entirely sure why.
"Hmm, really? And what are you looking for?" I frowned, and decided she was probably trying some sales tactic on me. A place like this probably didn't get a lot of business, so I just shrugged.
"Nothing, really. Thank you for your time, though." I turned and started away, this whole situation was weirding me out.
She didn't try to stop me, and on my way out, something caught my eye. Not sure if it was the sun reflecting through the windows, or if a light shone or something, but my pace slowed to a halt right by the section with rings that I'd been lightly browsing before.
There, in the centre, was a ring I'd somehow missed before. A silver band with a large topaz stone. It was plain otherwise, not even so much as a design, it looked for all intents and purposes to be costume jewelry. And yet, I couldn't look away from it. I don't know why, not even now all these months later.
"Oh, now that's interesting, dearie. Do you like it?"
Honestly, no. It looked gaudy as all hells and just downright ugly. But there was something there, a magnetic pull that I could not resist, a desire to have that ring. I found myself nodding, but I don't know when I decided to respond. I knew I could walk out the door, walk outside and never look back, but I didn't. I didn't want to.
"Then take it. I'm sure Artie will really appreciate it." I nodded again and slowly grabbed it, cold to the touch. It weighed pretty much what I expected, and it was exactly as ugly as I thought it was. But it felt... like home. Like I was supposed to be holding it, like I was supposed to take it. I heard something scratching behind me and I turned to see the shopkeeper writing something in a huge book that I have no idea where she grabbed it from. She was also using a quill, something that had me rolling my eyes before I could stop myself. If she noticed, she had no reaction. I nodded my thanks and left, the entire situation somehow causing me anxiety but calming me at the same time.
It wasn't until I was well down the street and away that I realized I'd never told her Artie's name. I shivered at that and hurried down the street faster, eventually reaching a point I kind of recognized and made my way back from there. I got to the area Arthur had gone to, down on the beach front, and found him just as the show seemed to be letting out. He looked up at me in surprise but smiled, and gave me a big hug.
"There you are, J. I was beginning to worry!" He kissed my forehead and I couldn't help but smile and hug him back, slowly forgetting the weirdness of the day. We decided to call it a day and headed back to our shared apartment and relax.
"Oh, Artie! Before I forget, I got this for you." I said as we crossed into our doorway, and I pulled the ring from a pocket. Yes, my dresses have pockets; Artie took em all to a tailor one day while I was at work and commissioned them to give em all pockets. That's right, be jealous.
I pulled the ring out, as glaringly ugh as ever and handed it to him. Honestly, I felt weird. I didn't wanna give him something like this, but it felt like it should go to him. Even Arthur looked at it like it was worthless, though to his credit he quickly banished that look and smiled at me.
"Thanks babe. Where'd you get this... ring?" He turned it over in his fingers for a couple of seconds before shrugging lightly and putting it on his middle finger.
"From this weird little shop. I found it when we split up, I kinda got lost and there was this weird gift shop. The lady there kind of... gave it to me." I slowed as I spoke, remembering the weirdness of the day all over again.
"A gift shop? Here? And they just... gave it to you?" The incredulousness in his voice only made the oddity of what happened seem even weirder. I nodded and shrugged, like what was I supposed to say? It was all so weird I barely had it straight in my own mind.
He shrugged back and lightly touched the stone and smirked a little.
"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, J, but this seems a little - " His voice suddenly stopped and I looked up at him in surprise. Was he always so tall? He'd always been taller than me, but by that much?
And did he always have such big biceps?
"Uh, J wha - Aaaaaaa" He looked at me and let out a sound that was part groan in pain, part moan.
Then he got bigger. Like he was already almost six feet tall, and in a blink his body seemed to stretch almost another foot, and his muscles... they bulged until the skin on them seemed to stretch and grow. Like in just under five seconds, he was almost seven feet tall and looked more built than a champion body builder! His shirt shredded, literally hanging off of him in tatters. He had abs! Like not just the kind you see on random dude bros at the beach, the kind that need to be worked on for months and require starving your body. I think I must've gasped at one point or something, cause my mouth was hanging open when... it happened.
You remember how I said that his dick was a little below average? Well when the sound of ripping pants hit my ears, that changed. To be clear, he was wearing pretty shitty uniform pants from a certain burger place with big yellow arches. If they were actual decent pants, I don't think they'd have torn like they did.
Then again, his shirt did...
Anyways, got a little side tracked there. His pants ripped, they tore, I watched as something bulged in his creaking pants, then got bigger and bigger before the fabric fell away and the single largest cock I'd ever imagined burst forth. Like... how do I even describe it? It was like in the movies when this go in slow motion. The seams split, the black threads fighting to hold on, before giving way to something my mind didn't even properly register at first. Just this flesh covered... pole that flopped out, reaching halfway down his now well muscled thigh!
Now, it's a bit stereotypical I guess, but I've always loooved the whole muscled and well endowed look. Like that's my type, physically. I can't really help it, something about the way the veins bulge, the hardness of the body, the cut look... mmmm. Not that I'd ever told Arthur that, I really didn't want him to think I was gonna leave him every time I went to the gym or something. And that giant cock I was watching slowly swaying and lightly twitching?
I'd never been more turned on in my entire life. Like I could feel my own body responding, feel the throbs moving in time, felt my pants grow wet and my entire lower body demanding I hop on that as soon and as fast as I could.
Arthur clearly noticed, and I think all thoughts of us figuring out what the hell was going on just collectively left our minds. Those twitches sped up and I watched it begin to throb, to jump as just litres, gallons of blood flowed into it, those veins bulging and contracting with each heart beat. His muscles seemed to bulge even more, and he tore the remainder of his clothes off, his new godly form on full display.
He hadn't even touched me yet, and a small orgasm ripped into me. Not the biggest I'd ever had, but enough for me to moan loudly and my body to shiver. And he wasn't even fully hard yet! When he finally was, my eyes were so wide, my mouth was hanging open, my entire body seemed to shocked to move. Jutting with a small upward curve was a two. Foot. Monster.
Literally, two feet long, and at least seven inches thick! He was thicker than his old length! And it was still throbbing, still so hard that it looked painful. It looked red and angry and like it needed me on my knees licking it and sucking it to calm down.
I'd started before I even realized I wanted to. Arthur moaned a bit, his voice deeper than ever before, the sound practically rattling through me. Then... the new form took over. I like to call it his 'sex god' form, for pretty obvious reasons. He grabbed me by my hair and started thrusting. And when I say thrusting... I more mean ramming me so hard that I'm honestly surprised it didn't snap my neck!
He had my head in both hands, shoving his still jumping cock in further and further, just the tip already further than he'd ever gone before. Harder and harder, as if somehow that insane power was only the beginning. I could feel him preading my jaw, pushing it way farther than any human jaw should move, his cock like a rock on my tongue, his tip spreading my throat like I was swallowing a whole apple!
Then it was gone, and I coughed lightly, the rope of spit still connecting me to that insane rod, and he yanked me up and down the sides, making me kiss it, lick it, everything. He had complete control of me and my actions, and just that knowledge, the knowledge that I was little more than a fleshlight for him to use and abuse had me squirming and moaning, each pulse going through me causing my entire body to shudder in bliss.
I have no idea how long he had me worshipping that beast of his. No idea how long I was on my knees, my own saliva dripping continuously off him onto my tits - no idea when my shirt came off, tbh - my legs, the floor. By the time he pulled me off him for the last time, I was soaked in my own spit and his cock was sending bits flying with every twitch.
Then he picked me up like I weighed nothing, and held me above his cock, the tip smacking against my ass with each jump. I nodded to him, lost to the pleasure, the nirvana that was my body, and he grinned.
To say that I felt his entry is a bit wrong. I felt him hit my pussy, then he lifted me and pushed me down again, then again and again before he finally penetrated, that same massive size I was in love with making it a bit difficult to fit. Then he was in me, more than a foot all at once. It was then that I felt it. I felt every last inch, every raised vein, the sheer rigidity, everything. It was incredible, so many sensations all at once, the feeling of being completely filled, the pulsing and jumping of his cock, somehow in time with the pulses of my pussy. The feeling of those bumpy arteries, the surprising softness of his tip contrasting with the steel-like hardness of his shaft.
Then he lifted me and I screamed in pain and pleasure, the two blending into a new sensation I had no words for. Then I was down again and he was in my chest. Then it was only in my pussy, then it was at the base of my throat! I felt his balls, these massive watermelons smacking into me, or rather me into them.
Then he was thrusting like a rabbit, so fast and hard I couldn't keep up, and neither could my body as even the smallest of movements sent waves after waves of feelings I could never describe through me faster and faster until they blurred into an unending typhoon. I don't remember screaming, but when we were done, I barely had a voice.
Then he flipped me around and used my body like a fleshlight, my form limp as my constantly clenching and unclenching muscles couldn't support me anymore, my legs and entire torso numb. Over and over. He at one point sat on the couch and continued to lift me and push me down, my own bodily autonomy gone, my mind shattered.
And finally he stood, pulling me slowly off his unyielding, all powerful size. I couldn't move so he simply place me on the couch and began to stroke himself, starting with one hand but quickly using two, going so fast he was almost a blur. I tried asking what he was doing, but my voice was gone, my jaw barely able to move. Then he threw his head back and roared, and my vision went white.
Cum. So. Goddamn. Much. Cum. All over my face, my tits, even on my stomach! The couch was covered, and I felt every last rope, every shot, every blast of his near boiling hot load, seemingly unending! I think he came for a full minute!
Then I heard a sigh and suddenly a towel slowly wiped my face off.
"Sorry about that, J. I couldn't help myself, I didn't know there'd be so much!"
"D... don't wo... worry about it, Artie. I... I... that was amazing." I sighed as I opened my eyes to see him back in his normal form. He got a strange look on his face but he sat back on the floor, his huge muscles gone, that monster cock vanished.
Did I upset him? I thought. Had he thought that sigh to be disappointment?
"Wow that shop... where'd you say it was?" He asked and I couldn't help but laugh lightly.
"Uh, I'm not sure, though I think I can get back there at some point. Babe, can I see the ring back?" He nodded and handed it over without a word. I tried it on and tapped the rock, but nothing happened.
Handed it back and he put it on, looked at me and I nodded. He tapped it and...
There was a small pause, then bam, sex god was back. He tapped it again and regular Artie was back.
"I guess it only works on me?" He asked the room. I shrugged then stared at him. Was he acting weird? There was something off, had I done something?
"I wonder if there's a limit on how many times it can be used?" He mused out loud, though I don't think he expected an answer. He looked over to me, and I watched his face, completely passive, look me over, up and down. Was it not as good for him somehow? He'd cum and cum hard, right?
"Artie?" I asked, trying to piece together his weird mood. A thought struck me then; was he thinking I liked that form better? Like somehow I liked him less?
"Hmm? Are you ok?" He asked back and I blushed a bit. Shit, was this gonna make him even more insecure now?
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I think I should get cleaned up though... maybe we should put the ring somewhere?" Maybe he'd feel better if I didn't force him to use it?
He looked at me, his expression once more unreadable and shrugged, handing it over, something I took as confirmation. I placed it in my jewelry box, not hidden but not in plain view either.
*****
"Angela, what's happening with those two?" The voice of the shop rang out, it's source nowhere and everywhere. Angela stared at the windows, currently acting as screens for her, and frowned. What was going on? They'd clearly enjoyed their new power.
"I'm... not sure. I swore this was what they'd want."
"It was their combined desire." Was that hurt in it's voice? Angela smirked lightly.
"No one is questioning you, old friend. I have the feeling they've gotten into their own heads somehow."
The shop rumbled in a sound somewhat close to a laugh.
"Leave it to humans to stand in the way of their own desires. What do you think happened?"
The dark haired witch leaned back and waved the scene in the windows away. She frowned and after a few moments shrugged.
"Not sure. Maybe its some kind of 'I'm not worthy' thing. How disappointing, I thought they'd have a bit of fun with that one. I think that's the biggest anyone's ever gotten with Aphrodite's Kiss ring. Must be really attracted to each other." She mused whilst looking over the entry in her tome.
"Well, perhaps it's time to move on. We stay too long, the Council will find out." The shop warned and Angela nodded slowly.
"Agreed, but let's come back in a month or so. I have hopes for them. Not high hopes, but hopes nonetheless."
The shop seemed to vibrate, everything inside rattling but nothing fell or moved from it's place, as if glued to it. To anyone viewing outside, it was just a Starbucks.
*****
Do you know what Hell is? Do you? It's torture. That's what Hell is, plain and simple. Torture of any kind, and the self imposed sexual exile I'd been in was just that. Torture. Hell.
I'd gone without sex before, of course. I'd gone with only bad sex, I'd gone with only drunk fumbling, I'd gone with only dildos and vibrators for company. But this?
To be clear, I wasn't actually sexless. If anything, we were having more sex than ever before, with Artie doing everything he could to make me feel good, but it was... well it just wasn't enough. Sure, my body responded to his touch, sure his fingers, his tongue, his penis all felt good. But it wasn't... it wasn't the out-of-body heaven that had been that one day.
It wasn't the world shattering, mind bending orgasms anymore. It wasn't the feeling of complete dominance, the feeling of belonging wholly and entirely to one person, knowing they could use you in whatever way they wished but feeling entirely safe at the same time.
He asked me once, if it'd been good for me, that sex god sex. I'd looked at him aghast.
Had he not noticed? Had he not felt my insides pulsing in time to him, my entire body gripping him as he tried to leave me, and welcoming him back as he slammed back in? Had he not heard the screams and shrieks of pleasure that had leapt from me unbidden? Had he not seen every last muscle of my body twitching and spasming with untold bliss, untold sensations?
Had he not noticed all my juices mingling with his into huge puddles that we'd both almost slipped in after wards?
I'd nodded and he'd looked at me again, his face now blank once more. He always looked like that when we talked about it.
Three weeks. Three weeks was how long I'd lasted. I'd kept telling myself it'd get easier. It was like a drug; had to beat out the addiction, it'd eventually fade. It didn't. The desire to be railed in such an inhuman, unholy way was stronger and stronger each day and the sex we were having was doing nothing to help it.
So I gave in. I pulled him upstairs to our bedroom one day, and pulled out the ring.
"Artie... I... please don't take this the wrong way, I..."
He looked at me expectantly, his face a little confused and concerned. Should I be doing this? Wasn't it a little selfish?
The desire won out, despite my doubts. I placed the ring in his hand.
"Please don't be upset, but can we fuck with this again?" I blurted it out and he stared for a second.
Then laughed.
"Upset? J, why the fuck would that make me upset?! I was worried you were gonna tell me you wanted to break up or something!"
I blinked back at him for a moment.
"Wait what?!" Why the hells would he think that?!
"Well the last few weeks, you've been kinda distant, we have more sex but you seem less into it and whenever I ask if anything is related to the ring, when this all started, you dodge around it. So I kinda figured you were upset at me or something, and I was kinda worried you were thinking of breaking up."
I frowned.
"W... no! No, we're not breaking up! No, I... when you uh... transformed back, I thought... I thought maybe you'd feel bad, thinking I liked you better like that, and so I was kinda trying not to make you think that?" Wow. Verbalizing it really showed me just how little sense it made.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"Is that why you wanted it?! Ha! I thought I'd like hurt you or something, I wasn't exactly used to the sheer strength or just how horny it made me, so I was worried that I'd gone too far and you were scared of it or something. Especially when you asked to keep it." O. M. G. He thought... I blinked a few times before I smacked my own forehead.
This is what I get, I thought. Should've just talked to him. It was something we'd talked about before; I tended to get all screwed up in my own head and not communicate. I grabbed the ring and slid it on his finger.
"Promise if I want sex like that, that you won't get all upset?" Just had to be sure.
"J... Jade. Why in all hell would I be upset? This ring turns me into a massive sex god. Like literally, clearly this is magic or godly or something. And you seem to want it again, so I'm just guessing that you liked it last time."
"Like you wouldn't believe, Artie." I breathed and he grinned before tapping the ring again.
My clothes were torn off me before I even realized the transformation hit. He laughed, a deep rumbling sound and ripped his own off, those massive muscles bulged and hard, his cock throbbing and growing with a speed no one else could ever match.
"Kneel." He commanded, his voice ringing with authority. Ownership. I obeyed, my body trembling, already the memories causing a couple minor pulses, the warmth spreading through me.
*****
"See, I told you." Angela chuckled, throwing her hair over her shoulder. The shop around her hummed lightly.
"It was my gift after all, I think I called it to begin with, witch."
Angela chuckled, the scene before her unfolding.
"Even with the ring, the fact that she can take that whole thing in every hole is rather impressive, I have to admit." Angela murmured as she watched the massively muscled demi-god sliding his full rod all the way up his comparatively tiny girlfriend's ass.
"Two for two. I knew having you be the shopkeeper would pay off." A new voice echoed around and Angela rolled her eyes.
"What do you want, Aly? Thanks?" She said flatly.
Aly, a blonde witch looking otherwise identical to Angela stepped from the shadows.
"I mean it'd be nice, but no. Technically I'm here on official business."
"Technically?" the shop rumbled around them and Aly's green eyes widened.
"It really does speak, incredible. And uh yes, technically. I'm supposed to be making sure that you are running the shop and only distributing the items the shop determines to belong to the customers. And that those items are carefully monitored."
Angela looked towards the blonde witch with a dead serious look, which she returned. Then the two burst into laughing.
"Ah, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Angela, you look as dreary as ever."
"And you look way too peppy for a witch. The Council really send you?"
Aly nodded.
"Someone apparently witnessed some girl at a mall a few weeks ago, with an, hang on what was the phrase the Council used... oh right. An oversized endowment that does not typically belong on humans. I'm guessing you gave some human girl a huge dick?"
Angela snorted, remembering the girl in question, Vanessa and her partner Ari.
"IF it was, it would've been the shop, not me. Besides, did they consider that she was just wearing a strap on or something? You know humans make those, right?" It was Aly's turn to snort.
"Right, how foolish of us. Anyways, you know how serious the Council takes this shop, right?"
Angela sighed and nodded. She did know; it was the main reason she'd wanted to be the shopkeeper. Shopkeepers got a lot of leeway, as the nature of the shop itself broke many of their rules. Since no magic worked to control or stop the shop, they'd decided long ago to have a shopkeeper oversee it, to varying results.
"I know, I know. But the shop really did give her that necklace, the One True Desire."
Aly's eyes widened again.
"It gave a human the One True Desire? And their desire was... a penis?!"
"An impossibly massive penis, yes. And yes, yes it did. Truth be told, I didn't even know the shop had that relic."
Aly nodded and raised a hand to her chin, pacing in thought.
"That's... intriguing, but could mean trouble with the Council. I doubt they know that was here either, but if they ever find out... out of curiosity, do you always call it 'the shop'? Doesn't it have a name?"
"I do, and do not. Technically my name changes with each new shopkeeper and this time, it's technically 'Little Shop of Dreams' or shop for short."
Aly looked around casually and nodded.
"My apologies, shop. Most reports on you are conflicting."
Angela snorted.
"Anyways, our latest customer seems satisfied with their 'purchase'."
"Do you tell any of them the price?"
Angela looked to her with an eyebrow raised.
"There is no price. Shop gives things out freely to those that need and want them. I think we can technically charge if we wanted to, but them simply using it fuels our power so there's no real price."
Aly blanched.
"Really?"
Angela nodded.
"Truly??"
The shop rumbled lightly around the two witches.
"That goes against the only consistent detail in the reports... and it's not like the other shopkeepers used any money... shop?"
"Yes, Shopkeeper's sister?"
"Call me Aly, please. Did you used to charge for your items?"
"Yes. And no."
Aly rolled her eyes and looked to Angela for help.
"Shop works based on a mix of it's desires and the desires of the shopkeeper. Since we both simply want to break rules and give people the magic they desperately want, while I'm here, shop doesn't charge anyone."
Aly pursed her lips.
"So all the previous shopkeepers wanted to charge prices?"
The shop rumbled it's response. Angela nodded.
"And the two of you now just wanna give things to people who want them?"
Angela nodded and the shop rumbled.
"Annnnd those items just so happen to be magical sexual enhancements? Like inhumanly sized phalluses and giant muscles?"
Both the shop and Angela laughed.
"Sounds like I need to visit my sister more often."
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