Damian walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, the soft mattress dipping under his weight.
Elsa followed at once, dropping to her knees between his spread legs. Her hands parted the loose robes, pushing the fabric aside until his cock sprang free.
She froze.
What had always been fifteen inches of thick, heavy flesh now carried a natural girth that made her eyes widen. Eight full inches around, the shaft looked denser, the veins more pronounced, the head broader and darker.
Elsa's breath caught. Both hands rose almost instinctively, wrapping around the massive length. Even with both palms she could not fully enclose it. She stroked slowly from base to tip, feeling the unfamiliar thickness shift under her fingers.
"Did you use your powers to make it thicker?" she asked, lifting her gaze.
Damian shook his head, voice calm. "No… I guess this has something to do with my new form."
