Dïngle Berry stirred from his exhausted slumber, the silken sheets of the chamber in The Gilded Chalice tangled around his slender, youthful frame. Sunlight filtered through the ornate windows, casting a golden hue over the room. His body, still trapped in that perpetual boyish appearance—smooth skin, innocent features, and a build that screamed adolescence despite his 28 years—ached with the remnants of last night's ecstasy.
The drugged elixir had worn off, leaving him clear-headed but buzzing with residual desire. He blinked, realizing he wasn't alone. The three goddesses lounged around him, their divine forms barely covered by the rumpled bedding, radiating an aura that made the air thick with temptation.
Vespera, the goddess of lust with her cascading golden hair, stretched languidly beside him, her full breasts shifting under the thin fabric that clung to her like a second skin. Thalira, embodying fertility, sat at the edge of the bed, her dark tresses framing her mysterious eyes, while Nyxara, the essence of ecstasy, leaned against the headboard, her fiery red locks tousled and her lithe body arched in invitation. They smiled at him, their gazes hungry, as if the night before had only whetted their appetites.
"Good morning, our little eternal edger," Vespera purred, her voice like velvet caressing his senses. She traced a finger along his arm, sending sparks through his body. "You pleased us well, but we sense your mind wandering to... details."Dïngle's cheeks flushed, his wide eyes darting between them. The gooning habit had trained him to fixate on specifics, to measure and quantify pleasure in his fantasies. Now, faced with these divine beings, that urge surged back. "I... I can't help it," he admitted, his voice cracking slightly, betraying his youthful looks. "You're all so perfect. I want to... understand you. Measure you. Exactly."The goddesses exchanged amused glances, their laughter tinkling like chimes.
Thalira leaned forward, her robe slipping to expose more of her ample curves. "Oh, sweet boy, we'll indulge you. But know this: as you calculate, your desire will grow. Literally." Her eyes flicked downward, a knowing smirk on her lips.Nyxara slid closer, her hand resting on his thigh, nails grazing lightly. "Start with us, then. Use your hands, your eyes... whatever you need.
" Her touch was electric, already stirring that familiar heat in him.Dïngle swallowed hard, his heart racing. He sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal his naked form. His mind, sharpened by years of obsessive fantasies, began to work like a calculator. He reached out tentatively toward Vespera, who arched her back invitingly, pushing her chest forward. "Let's begin with you," he murmured, his fingers trembling as they hovered near her breasts.Vespera's golden hair spilled over her shoulders as she untied her robe completely, letting it pool around her waist.
Her breasts were magnificent, full and firm, defying gravity with divine perfection. Dïngle's hands cupped them gently at first, feeling their weight—each one easily filling his palms and overflowing. He estimated the band size first, wrapping his arms around her torso just beneath her bust. "Your underbust... about 32 inches," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She moaned softly, pressing into his touch.As he measured, his dih began to stir, lengthening slightly, the sensation building like a slow burn. He ignored it for now, focusing on the task. Moving upward, he circled her fullest part with his hands, thumbs brushing her hardening nipples. "The bust measurement... 40 inches. That makes you... a 32H cup." His voice grew husky, the calculation turning sexual as he squeezed lightly, eliciting a gasp from Vespera.
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Feel how they respond to you," she whispered, guiding his hands to knead them, the soft flesh yielding under his fingers.His dih twitched, growing bigger, inching toward full arousal as the intimacy of the act fueled his gooning mindset. But he wasn't done. He trailed his hands down her sides, measuring her waist—narrow and cinched, about 24 inches—then flared out to her hips, wide and inviting at 36 inches.
"Hourglass perfection," he breathed, his fingers digging in slightly, pulling her closer. Vespera writhed under his scrutiny, her body heating up, and she reached down to trace the outline of his growing dih, teasing it with feather-light strokes. "See how your calculations excite you?" she teased.Dïngle's breath hitched, his dih now swelling noticeably, veins pulsing as it expanded. He turned to Thalira next, who had shed her robe entirely, reclining on the bed with her legs parted slightly, an invitation in her dark eyes. Her form was lush, embodying fertility in every curve. He knelt before her, hands exploring her breasts—larger than Vespera's, heavy and pendulous yet impossibly perky. He measured the underbust: "34 inches," he said, his lips inches from her skin. As he encircled the fullest part, his face brushed against them, the softness enveloping him. "Bust... 44 inches. That's a 34J cup." The words came out in a groan, his tongue darting out instinctively to taste her nipple, swirling around it wetly.Thalira arched, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. "Deeper measurements, boy," she commanded, her voice thick with desire. His dih throbbed, growing bigger still, now rigid and pressing against the sheets. He continued downward, fingers splaying over her waist—26 inches of taut, fertile promise—then to her hips, a generous 40 inches that screamed for grip.
As he calculated, he couldn't resist sliding his hands between her thighs, feeling the heat there, his measurements turning into caresses. Thalira moaned, grinding against his palm, her wetness coating his fingers. "Your dih... it's expanding so much," she noted, reaching to wrap her hand around it, stroking slowly to match his growing size.The room filled with heavy breathing, the air charged with sexual tension. Nyxara watched with a predatory smile, her lithe body coiled like a spring. She was slimmer than the others, but no less enticing—her form athletic and toned, built for ecstasy.
Dïngle moved to her, his hands now bold from the building arousal. She stood before him, robe discarded, her fiery hair framing her perky breasts. He started with the underbust: "28 inches," he murmured, his lips grazing her collarbone. The bust measurement came next, his hands cupping her firmly—34 inches. "28F cup," he declared, thumbs circling her nipples, pinching lightly to make them peak.Nyxara shivered, her tail—visible now in her aroused state—wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against her. "More," she demanded, her voice a sultry whisper. His dih, now fully engorged and bigger than before, pressed against her thigh, the growth spurred by each precise calculation.
He measured her waist—22 inches of slender elegance—then her hips, a flared 34 inches that promised agility in pleasure. As he did, she ground against him, her body sliding up and down his, friction building. "Feel how your dih swells with every number," she purred, her hand joining Thalira's in stroking him, their grips alternating in a rhythm that made him gasp.But Dïngle's obsessive mind demanded more completeness. He stepped back slightly, eyes scanning their full heights. Vespera stood tallest at 5 feet 10 inches, her long legs measuring 36 inches inseam, thighs thick and inviting at 24 inches around.
Thalira was 5 feet 8 inches, her legs 34 inches inseam, calves toned at 15 inches circumference. Nyxara, the most agile, was 5 feet 6 inches, with a 32-inch inseam and lithe thighs at 20 inches. He verbalized each one, his voice growing deeper, more commanding, as his hands roamed freely—squeezing thighs, tracing calves, turning the measurements into an erotic exploration.With each figure, his dih grew bigger, pulsing with need, the gooning edge returning in full force. The goddesses surrounded him now, their bodies pressing in from all sides. Vespera's breasts smothered his chest as she kissed his neck, her 32H cups heaving with each breath. Thalira's 34J assets bounced as she knelt, her lips teasing his abdomen, while Nyxara's 28F perfections rubbed against his back, her tail coiling around his growing dih, squeezing gently."Look at you," Vespera whispered, her hand joining the others on his dih, now at its peak size, throbbing under their combined touch. "All those exact measurements... they've made you so big, so ready.
"Dïngle moaned, his youthful face contorted in pleasure, the calculations complete but the temptation far from over. The goddesses pushed him back onto the bed, their measured forms descending upon him in a whirlwind of divine seduction. As they took turns again, riding and teasing, his mind raced with numbers—32H, 34J, 28F—each one fueling the fire. His dih, grown impossibly bigger from the sexual arithmetic, plunged into their warmth, the chapter of measurements blending into endless ecstasy.Yet, as the sun climbed higher, Dïngle knew Elysara held more temptations, more women to measure, more edges to chase. The gooner's journey had only deepened.