The Well, Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2Unsurprisingly to Silas, the payment process for access to “The Well” was a cinch. There were no lags, no extra gimmicks, no odd detours to anything suspicious, as he might have expected with some other X-rated sites. This website was just different – its sleek design was an external manifestation of the strength of the underlying code, and immediately after he had entered his credit card information, Silas was staring at the site’s unlocked homepage. As on all the site’s pages, the profound, striking blue eyes of Mistress Vane stared straight at him from the top banner. As Silas looked into her eyes, it felt like they were pulling him into the screen. It was the strangest thing…her eyes were arresting and alluring, serving to pull him in, and yet, at the same time, they carried an underlying hint of a threat, of something very dark and foreboding. Silas couldn’t imagine how he would feel if he actually met this person in real life, and she stared at him like that.‘My mind would probably just go blank,’ he thought to himself, shivering a little in fearful pleasure. He felt almost giddy, in a way that almost nothing made him feel like these days. He could already tell that he had found something special, and he wanted to take it slow, to not dive completely into the website and consume all the content at once.‘But I couldn’t,’ he reminded himself, as he hovered his cursor over “The Offering” tab, which was the “JOI Library,” ‘Even if I had all day…all weekend…there’s no way I could get through all those videos I saw. There are hundreds and hundreds of them…maybe even thousands!’His cock was already so rock-hard, and his breathing was already so labored, and his heart was already hammering away so fast, that, before he even clicked on the JOI Library, Silas got up from his chair and walked around different rooms in his house with his hands on the back of his head to steady himself. The whole time he was making it a point to take a series of deep breaths; his cock pointed straight forward and bounced with every step. He knew that if any of his co-workers could see him right now, trying to get his bearings from being so excited about finding a new porn site, they would definitely judge him, or at the very least think he was kind of weird. Lots of them would probably even think he was downright pathetic.But the thing was, Silas just didn’t care. None of them had any idea what it was like to truly throw themselves into a fetish, an obsession, and submit to it, to allow it to flow through them.‘Now woah, woah, hold on a sec,’ he thought to himself as he walked around his living room, finding it easy to be gracious when he was feeling so excited, ‘I don’t even know what I’m thinking – maybe they do know what it’s like…I don’t really know any of them that well, even though I’ve been working there for years. Am I really still that insecure that I automatically start boxing them into categories to compensate for their imaginary judgements?’He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he made his way back toward his bedroom. This giddiness sure was making his mind rush along at a thousand miles an hour, and fixate on silly things like what his coworkers would think of him right now. What did it matter? No one needed to know about this. Nobody knew about his past, and all the crazy stuff with Liv, and nobody knew about his intense size fetishes. All of the excitement and energy of that former life were now buried below the surface, and only came out in times like these, in the rare moments when he found something online that truly fired his passion. Why even give a thought to how anyone would react to seeing him like this? He was all alone, by himself, all cozy and tucked away in his own house, and it was Friday night! He had all the time in the world to enjoy this promising new website.But Liv lingered in his mind, even as Silas entered his dark bedroom again, lit only by the bright, artificial light of the computer screen. Those blue eyes stared back at him from the website banner. Mistress Vane…she really did look sooooo much like Liv, to the point where it was almost weird.‘But I already checked it for myself,’ Silas reminded himself, sitting back down in the chair and getting comfortable, ‘I looked really hard…and it’s not Liv. Wrong color eyes…plus pale skin…AND she’s obviously a lot taller than Liv. So there, enough – leave it.’At this point, Silas was already well-acquainted with his tendency to spiral into obsessive thinking, and he knew that the only surefire way to avoid it was to keep his mind moving. Fortunately, that was easier now than ever; the feast of “The Well” awaited him. He clicked on the “JOI Library” tab and was immediately treated to an extensive video library of dozens and dozens of videos, every one of them over 30 minutes, and many of them well over an hour. His eyes quickly scanned over the thumbnail images, which invariably were of Mistress Vane staring straight into the camera as she sat in a gaming chair, or reclined on a bed, or lounged on a couch.“Every Spurt Grows My Curves.” “Jerk Me Thicker.” “You Get Weaker, I Get Stronger.” “Empty Your Balls To Fill My Thighs.” “Fuelling the Goddess: Watch Them Swell.” “Drain Your Soul Into My Cleavage.” “Thigh-Expansion Overload.” “Bust Explosion Via Brain Drain.” “Manual Goddess Glow-Up.” “My Curves Crave Your Cum.” “Bigger, Bigger, Bigger…” “Total Goddess Transformation: Worship Me Into My Final Form.”Silas could hardly believe his luck. Every single one of these video titles – every single one – was RIGHT up his alley. And he could already tell that each video had its own unique tone and scheme to it. Vane’s outfits were different; the lighting was fine-tuned to each specific theme; her expressions were a motley, seductive assortment of condescending sweetness, exaggerated ahegao silliness, imperious sternness, and so on. Silas hadn’t even watched one of the videos yet, but he was already very encouraged that none of the usual “red flags” had popped up. His brain was so fine-tuned to spotting the flaws in potential videos he was about to jerk off to – he had wasted so much time skipping through long, boring introductory parts, or repetitive scenes, or anything else that got in the way of his pursuit of that “goldilocks zone” of ultimate femdom-fueled submission, where the dom wasn’t too aloof, and wasn’t too heavy-handed…where she was just right.‘This Vane girl,’ he thought to himself, already breathing hard through his nose as he kept scanning the videos, ‘She knows what she’s doing…and she didn’t just find a single schtick and repeat it over and over for money. She’s literally LIVING this fetish. She’s getting turned-on just as much as her customers are…it’s perfect…PERFECT.’Silas was so excited that, almost paradoxically, he didn’t want to dive straight into the videos just yet. There was something so sweet, so deliciously torturous, about making himself wait. It was like he was standing on a precipice, staring down at a dizzying array of treasures sparkling down in a valley beneath him, all of them untouched, pristine, unconsumed. This was just one of the many ways, in the absence of an actual dom-in-the-flesh, that Silas edged himself. He had no doubt that he would be cumming early tonight, but he also knew that it wasn’t going to be one of those “single orgasm” nights either.‘I just hope I have the stamina to last longer than a few minutes,’ he thought with hungry, desperate arousal, as he hovered his cursor over a video entitled “Your Brain Cells For My Glutes,” just long enough to see a quick succession of two-second video previews spliced together. His jaw dropped open. This was crazy…CRAZY…so much better than he could have ever imagined. In a matter of seconds, he had just witnessed a clip of Vane purring “Aaaaching to growwwww” as she looked at the camera over her shoulder, gently bounced her huge ass, followed by a sudden close-up of her thick, fat, oiled-up cheeks twerking up close at the camera, beads of oil flying off them as Vane moaned “Oh…oh…OH!” in the background to the cadence of her twerking, then followed by a final clip of her clapping her cheeks in a wild, raucous rhythm with her arms raised above her head, her ass looking markedly bigger and fuller.“Holy…shiiittttt…” Silas muttered weakly, quickly darting the cursor away from the video as his cock spasmed and drooled precum, without him even having to touch it. He was suddenly overcome with a fierce lust and began rapidly scrolling down, to see just how many of these videos there were. He had been hovering his cursor over that random video, just to see, and EVERYTHING about it was out of this world. Vane’s voice was even deeper and more seductive than he expected it to be, and didn’t carry an iota of that forced, overdone “dom” energy that ruined so many other JOI videos. Just like he had thought before, Vane wasn’t acting. She was living out her fantasies, and that’s what made it all seem so real…because it WAS real.“Oh my god…” Silas whispered, his eyes going wider as he stared at the screen. He was still scrolling, and the videos just kept coming, just kept popping up. Every scroll went down another 25 videos or so, as they were stacked in pairs of five, and each scroll went about five rows down. How many had he passed already? At least two hundred…maybe more. “Watch My Hips Double While You Drip.” “Towering Over Your Fading Willpower.” “Hyper-Feminine Inflation Trance.” “Taller, Thicker, Prettier.” “Watch My Thighs Rip This Denim While You Stroke.” “Pumping My Ass-ets To Critical Mass.” “I Don’t Fit In This Chair Anymore.”Silas’s eyes flitted rapidly across random titles as he continued to scroll, his cock somehow getting harder and harder the deeper he went. It was like each new scroll confirmed that Vane’s fetish and obsession went farther and deeper than he had thought before. She had dedicated so much time and energy to these videos, all of which looked extremely polished and professionally-made. The more videos he uncovered, the more intense and depraved she seemed.‘I’m just gonna keep scrolling,’ Silas thought, feeling so aroused that his throat actually started hurting, ‘Keep scrolling, for…a hundred more full scrolls…no way she has that many videos on here, no way…but the closer I get to that number, the hotter it’ll be.’Ten scrolls later, he still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of the list. “Deepthroat Mesmerization.” “Jerk My Ass 50 Inches.” “These Jeans Are Getting Tight.” “The More You Stroke, the Bigger They Get.” “Your Cock Lives In My Throat.” “My Ahegao Face Shrinks You Down.” “My Tits Make You Weak – And They’re Getting Bigger.” “I’ll Suck The Size Straight Out of Your Cock.”It just went on and on and ON. Twenty scrolls…thirty…FORTY…and Silas still hadn’t reached the end. He had already whizzed through over one thousand videos, and they were still coming…forty five scrolls…fifty. And then, right after the fifty-second scroll, Silas noticed that the videos actually had a date posted on them, in small print, in the lower right-hand corner. He glanced up at the search toggle, which had automatically sorted the videos by “Most Recent,” which meant that he had been scrolling directly back through the past. And there, in the corner of video number one thousand, two-hundred something, was a simple date – day, month, and year – the date it had been posted.“No way…” Silas gasped out loud. The date was almost exactly one year ago. And that meant…(here he did a little “porn math” on his desktop calculator) that Vane had been averaging almost three-and-a-half videos…PER DAY!?‘She really DOES live this,’ Silas thought, completely stunned, and helplessly turned-on. Just for fun he scrolled down another few times, still not getting to the bottom of The Wells’s video library. He suddenly decided that it was even hotter that he not know exactly how many videos there were, only that there were at least thirteen hundred, however much he had scrolled by. As he scrolled back up, Silas felt himself absorbing the sheer implications of such a prolific output. Each of these videos was LONG, and was shot with professional angles…and none of them seemed like cookie-cutter replicas of any other. It had to have taken SO much work, just to get the whole setup in place, and then to actually film them…and post them!? Vane had to be working at LEAST 10-hour days, and maybe even longer. There were no days when at least two videos weren’t uploaded. So no breaks, no off-days, no weekends, no vacations. She was truly dedicated to this, 24/7. That made it that much hotter and more intense.‘Fuck it, let’s just watch a random video,’ Silas thought, figuring that any one he chose was bound to be incredible. He put on his headphones, his entire body pulsating with expectation, as he clicked on one called “Your Cum Turns Me Into A Curvy Amazon,” and made it full-screen. Immediately, the entire screen went jet-black, and for a few seconds, nothing happened. Silas, in nervous excitement, hovered his cursor over the bottom, and saw that the entire video was 41 minutes long. Then, suddenly, the deep, dark, velvety feminine voice of Mistress Vane came whispering into his ears through his headphones, and Silas immediately jerked his hand away from his cursor, like he had been caught red-handed.“Stop…” came the voice, “Stop what you’re doing. Stop what you’re thinking. Stop evvverrrything, and listen to the sound of my voice.”Silas obeyed. It wasn’t hard to obey that voice. Even though it was soft and tender, it carried a dark, unmistakable authority. A few seconds of silence passed, with the screen still black. Silas could already feel himself beginning to sink into “sub space” – an intense, treasured psychic space that he hadn’t been able to access very much recently. But Vane already had him, and she hadn’t even showed up on screen yet.“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” the voice purred in his ears. “I know you’re already soooo hard for me, just from the sound of my voice. Touch your cock for me. Squeeze it gently. Feel it give way, and then swell bigger, bigger, bigger, in your hand…”‘Oh godddd…’ thought Silas, doing exactly what the voice said, feeling his already-hard cock bulging and expanding more as he squeezed. It felt like Vane’s voice itself was making his cock bigger than it had ever been – he almost wanted to stop what he was doing and measure it. But Silas could barely see anything in the dark of his bedroom, since the screen was completely black. The tiny little lights on his modem and computer monitor were the only sources of light in the room right now, and they illuminated nothing. In any case, there was no way he was going to pause the video. The voice was telling him what to do, and he was going to obey.“Touch the tip of that fat cockhead with your finger,” the voice breathed into his ears, “And pull it slowwwwwly away. Show me that long strand of precum.”Silas did as he was told, though he still wasn’t able to see anything in the dark. A few seconds later, the screen suddenly lit up with a gentle light, and slowly faded into Mistress Vane reclining in a plush red armchair in front of the camera, her legs casually crossed, looking deliciously thick and voluptuous in a pair of tight, casual jeans, and a black, short-sleeve button-down blouse that had the top 2 buttons undone. For this particular video, Vane hadn’t dressed herself up – she just looked totally relaxed and casual, like Silas had stumbled in upon her and interrupted some late-night reading. Sure enough, even as this thought flashed through his mind, he noticed a book that Vane had put face-down on one of the velvet red arms of the chair. He couldn’t quite see the title…something that began with “120”...but he couldn’t divert his attention away from Vane’s face for long. Her pale, beautiful visage, with those intense, penetrating blue eyes, framed by that long, flowing black hair, commanded his full attention. He suddenly realized that Vane was smirking, seemingly as she stared directly at the line of precum that had been illuminated by the brightened computer screen. Silas swallowed, thrilled in an almost-nervous way with how perfect her timing was.“Theeeere it is,” Vane cooed, nodding slowly at the strand of his precum, “That’s what I like to see. A sticky omen of what’s to come…”A long pink tongue slithered out from between her full lips and flicked up and down with lightning speed, so fast that, even in 4k Ultra HD, with a high number of frames per second, it became a blur. It was moving so fast that it could actually be heard.FlipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipSilas felt his eyes get so wide that they almost bugged out. No way…there was no way that she was actually able to move her tongue that fast. It had to be some sort of special effect. But almost as soon as Vane had performed this astounding trick, she had slipped her tongue back in between her full, red lips. She wasn’t just dominant; she was a tease as well. Silas extended out his free hand to his mouse, wanting to rewind the video back a few seconds, just to see that crazy tongue again.“What do you think you’re doing?” Vane asked suddenly, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward in her chair, so that her thick thighs and wide hips were accentuated even more. Silas froze. “I didn’t tell you to do anything,” she continued, her blue eyes piercing the camera lens, as she pointed a long, sharp, black-manicured finger straight at Silas. “So don’t.”Silas blinked, his hand poised over his mouse, before he withdrew it, embarrassed. How could it be that all of this was so perfectly timed!? She really did have him in the palm of her hand.“Now,” Vane continued, easing back into her chair, re-crossing her legs, and folding her hands in her lap, “I want you to slowly, slowwwwwllyyyy…begin to stroke your cock.”Right after she finished speaking, she held up her right hand and snapped her fingers, and soft, ambient, hypnotic music began to drone in the background. Silas did as she ordered, beginning to stroke himself slowly. He was glad that she had told him to start off this way, because if he had started jerking himself quickly, he had absolutely no confidence in his ability to hold back from cumming. He was only a few minutes into the video, and already she had him dangling on the edge.“Thaaaaat’s it,” purred Vane, her hand softly, deftly pumping up and down, up and down. Her voice had a subtle reverb now, so that her whispered seductions echoed multiple times in his ears, like a slowly-developing cascade of murmuring allurements that were beginning to encircle his brain. “Up and down….uuuuppp and dowwwnnnn…not too fast, and not too slow, paced to the cadence of my voice – ohh yesss – paced to the cadence of my deep, deep voice, my delicious tones, echoing in your ears, making you ache, making you swell, drawing you deep, deep, deep…into the well.”Silas felt himself beginning to lose control. That low, droning hypnotic ambience, combined with the soft reverb in Vane’s dominant whispers, had turned his arousal up to a level he hadn’t been prepared for. He was doing exactly as she said, slowly stroking himself up and down, making sure that he matched his movements with her hand exactly. But as soon as she had started the actual “jerk off instruction” portion of the video, Silas felt a liquid, searing ball of heat beginning to develop at the base of his cock, a heat that portended a powerful orgasm. He took some deep breaths; he swallowed a few times; he even tried to look away from the screen a few times. But he found that he just couldn’t. He HAD to do what Mistress Vane said…and she hadn’t told him to look away. The heat began to spread, going farther and farther up his cock. Silas grit his teeth together and clenched his jaw. She hadn’t told him to cum yet. He couldn’t cum…he couldn’t…he couldn’t…“How deep does it go…how deep does it go?” purred Vane, her hand softly undulant by her face, still pumping softly. She blinked her big blue eyes, suddenly widening them, as they hardened. At the same time, her lips curved up into a smirk, and her hand quickly jerked up and down three times, again going so fast that it blurred. “Wouldn’t YOU like to know…”Silas had sped up his own hand in tandem with Vane’s, and, especially with that last soft, cheeky, bewitching line, he just couldn’t hold back any longer.“G-g…ggguuuaaaaahhh!!” he cried, his eyes going wide and staring straight at Vane’s face as she suddenly crossed her eyes, sticking out her tongue and flicking it in that same insanely-fast way she had before. Silas’s brain felt like it was completely screwed down into a single point, Vane’s face – that crazy, dominant, gorgeous face – as he bore down deeper and deeper, and deeper. He felt thick ropes of cum smacking into his chest, with one of them even going over his shoulder. His cock was spasming out harder than it had in a long, long time, that insane liquid heat now spreading from his loins throughout his body like molten gold.“Heyyyy!” Vane said suddenly, pointing at the camera again, “I didn’t say you could cum yet!”Silas blinked stupidly at the screen, still jolted by the aftershocks of his orgasm. What had she just said!? How…how was that even possible!?“I suppose I’m not surprised though,” Vane continued, smirking again as she reached down and slapped her thick hips with both hands, “You have sooooo much training left. But, allowed or not, your cum still…workkksssss.”Vane sighed out and leaned back, beginning to feel herself up. Silas was lying back in his chair, his breathing labored, as he recovered from the most intense orgasm he had had in years. Still, though, he didn’t quite understand what Vane had meant by his cum “working.” But he didn’t have to wait long to find out.“Oh yeeeaaaahh…” Vane sighed, slapping her big hips again, so that they jiggled crazily, “THERE it is…”Silas peered forward, and once again found his mouth dropping open in wonder. She was…growing…literally GROWING…in real time! Her hips were becoming visible wider and thicker, and so were her thighs.“Listen!” Vane exclaimed, “Listen to me growing!”The hypnotic music suddenly switched off, and in its place Silas heard the unmistakable stretching of fabric. Vane’s jeans, which had already been tight, were getting thinner and thinner – they had been a dark blue before, but, with each passing second, that blue got lighter and lighter, as her thick thighs, hips, and ass stretched them to their breaking point. At the same time, Vane’s black blouse, which had also been tight before, was expanding. Her big breasts swelled and burgeoned underneath the fabric, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until…Piiiiing…pingpingpinging….Piiiiiiing…pingpingpingpingOne button flew off, clattering down on the floor below, followed closely by a second only moments later. As the buttons popped off, the extra space in the blouse was immediately filled by Vane’s colossal, creamy breasts. She had already been around an F-cup at the beginning of the video, but now she looked at least three sizes bigger…an I-cup?!?Riiiiippppppppp RiiipppppppppSmall tears developed in Vane’s jeans, along the thighs, by the hips, and, conspicuously, around her ass as well. Silas realized, with a sudden start, that Vane’s hips and ass, which hadn’t been anywhere near the edge of her armrests before, now filled the cushion of her seat completely, even pressing up against the armrests on BOTH sides.Silas’s throat was completely dry. His breathing, which generally slowed down considerably after he came, had only sped up. He was painted in cum, after the craziest orgasm, and yet, his cock hadn’t gone down one iota. It was standing there, harder than ever, still drooling after the unbelievably transformed amazon vixen on the screen. If Vane had been 6’0, 180 lbs when the video started, she was at least 6’5, 230 now. It didn’t seem possible. The special effects were so seamless, and so perfectly timed, that Silas began to actually wonder if something supernatural was going on.“Don’t let your thoughts wander,” Vane exclaimed, again pointing accusingly at Silas. “Wrap your hand around your cock again – I know you came already…but we’re only ten minutes into the video. There’s a whole half-hour left. I’m only just getting started with you.”