Chapter 169

“Wow,” Camille breathed. “Is it ... is it bigger than before?” While amazed and admiring, she also sounded confused. “It is, isn’t it?”

Natalie paused. Right—Camille had spied on her back when [Heavy Weaponry] had been at first progression. Her skill upgrades had left it noticeably larger since then. Two inches, which wasn’t a lot, objectively speaking, but six was a big difference compared to eight, especially when it had gotten proportionally thicker, too.

And while those were ridiculous thoughts to be having—how was she supposed to explain to Camille that her class upgraded her cock?—Natalie’s heart fluttered at the shock on the woman’s face. Having a weapon that literally stunned other girls silent was, well, pretty great for the ego. She waggled her hips, letting eight heavy inches of girldick sway side to side. Camille’s eyes went even wider as she watched it.

The mage hopped off the sink and walked over, getting down on her knees, putting her eye-level to Natalie’s cock.

“Where did you even get this thing from?” Camille murmured. She laughed, suddenly. “And, you know, most guys with oversized weapons are compensating for something,” she said, thumbing over her shoulder, indicating Natalie’s hammer, “But not you. You’re packing in both regards.”

Natalie snorted. She guessed that was true. She waggled her hips a second time, enjoying the way Camille’s stunned expression tracked it. Her cock twitched under the attention—and the proximity of Camille’s face.

“You can touch it,” Natalie teased. “Don’t be scared. Where’d all the confidence go?”

Camille rolled her eyes. Despite playing it cool, her hand approached slowly, shying away before actually working up the nerve. A tentative grip wrapped around the base of Natalie’s cock. Natalie tried to reach down to put a hand on the back of Camille’s head, but she was quickly reminded of her bindings. In fact, her hips might have the most freedom across her entire body; she was well locked down, both her ankles and wrists entombed. Wiggling was all she could manage, and not all that well.

“It’s ... hot,” Camille murmured. “And ... oh, it’s twitching.” Natalie snorted at the surprise in her voice, which Camille eyed her for. “And, really, I swear it’s bigger than before.” She bit her lip, then finally tore her eyes up to meet Natalie’s. Vines were still sliding around Natalie’s body, squeezing her breasts, thighs, ankles, and just about everywhere else, but in a subdued manner, not as distracting as before—Camille giving the two of them space to talk. “This might be rude, so feel free not to answer. But how did you get this thing? Were you born with it? I’ve been wondering.”

Natalie had already given the truth of her class to Sammy—part of it, at least—since any consistent partner couldn’t really avoid knowing, seeing how Natalie literally had a cock that grew in size as she upgraded it. She wanted to keep her class on the down-low, but with obvious giveaways like that, she could only hide the details.

“My class gave it to me. And no, I’ve got no idea why. Through a skill called [Heavy Weaponry], and yeah, it is getting bigger.”

Understandably, Camille stared at her. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Nope. No clue why it happened. Believe me, I feel the same way.” That was the truth. Maybe lying by omission to some extent, since explaining she had a lust-based class would clear some things up, but even accounting for that, why it’d given her a cock was a mystery. She hardly needed the extra equipment to indulge in lustful actions. Even if she would admit she did appreciate the addition, by this point.

Camille spent a second longer looking disbelievingly between Natalie and her cock, then finally, she shook her head. “Well, however it happened, lucky me.” She hesitated as she stroked up and down Natalie’s length, as if considering something. She let go and stepped away. “My vines get their way with you first,” she announced firmly—more to herself than Natalie. “It’d be a waste to go all vanilla when we have so many better options.”