Feature Writer: Gabrielle Prevot /
Feature Title:  Little Monster: Sometimes You Get What You Want /
Uploaded: 20.08.2016
Link: https://storiesonline.net/s/14181/little-monster-sometimes-you-get-what-you-want

Story Codes: M/F, F/F, Consensual, Romantic, Magic, Gay, Lesbian, BiSexual, TransGender, Hermaphrodite, Shemale, Fiction, Paranormal, Rough, Group Sex, Orgy, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Fisting, Sex Toys, Squirting, Cream Pie, Double Penetration, Tit-Fucking /

Synopsis: Mika’s a teenage succubus who can’t get enough physical pleasure. (She has five guys in her rotation.) Olivia Jacobson is a happily-married, heterosexual, art history teacher at the local university who doesn’t even know who Mika is. But when Mika marks Olivia she starts a chain of events neither one of them are fully-prepared for. Now Olivia is waking up in the middle of the night next to her husband with a cock and Mika can’t stop obsessing over the woman bound to her forever /

 

Little Monster: Sometimes You Get What You Want

Chapter 1

I was in the parking lot, in Tyler’s Mercedes, when I saw her for the first time. He parked in the back row, I was between classes and Tyler was blowing his off to stick his dick in me. He was in the driver’s seat and I was on his lap. I’m short, just 5’5” so I can straddle a boy in the front seat of a car and rock his world, even when he’s driving. But like I was saying, I was getting some vitamin D, Tyler was breathing into my neck and holding onto my hips while I milked his cock and I was looking out the back window, when I saw her walking toward the arts building.

I don’t know why I paid attention to her. I mean, there wasn’t really anything remarkable about her. She was cute in a teacher kind of way. She was older than me, maybe ten years, she looked like she took pretty good care of herself. I don’t really know why she caught my eye though. She had a confident walk, like she was still proud of her tits and her ass, which she had every right to be. Maybe that was it – she was confident, like me.

Of course, I didn’t even know who she was then. I guessed a teacher because of the outfit, but that didn’t mean much at a school as large as mine, she could have been an older student who dressed like a teacher, or maybe she was one of those women that works in admin or as a teacher’s aide. But she had piqued my curiosity and I made up my mind right there that I was going to find out who she was.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” Tyler’s fingers dug into my flesh.

I had completely forgotten about him steadily pumping his adequate dick in and out of me. His face that sad, almost pained look, and I could feel his cock twitching deep inside me. I sat back and ground my hips into him, squeezing him tight. “Do it, baby.” I leaned forward and licked his lips. “Give it to me.”

Tyler was one of five. What can I say, I like some dick in my life. He was a junior studying economics and wealthy, which made up for the fact that he was only alright in bed. Like most guys with too much money, he was raised on porn which makes him think he knows what a girl like me wants, when in reality, he has no idea what he’s doing. Thankfully, he also liked to impress me with his daddy’s money and he had a pretty long cock, I mean a solid eight inches, and I liked it when he went deep.

So, yeah, that was the first time I saw her. She was walking into the admin building and I was fucking one of my five. But I already knew what was coming. I knew it like I knew I knew the sun was going to rise the next day. My world and Olivia Jacobson’s world were going to collide. I was going to see to it.

So, it was pretty simple. I mean, it was the first time I had done it myself, but it was easier than I thought it would be. I decided to do it a few days after the first time saw her. I cut through the Arts building on my way to volleyball and she was standing outside of a classroom on the phone. She saw me walking toward her, we made eye contact, and she smiled at me.

I was so nervous. I mean, it’s a big deal, marking someone as your own. It’s like picking a mate or getting a puppy, everyone always said there was a lot of responsibility that goes along with it. And so, yeah, I was super nervous.

But I had never experienced anything like what I was feeling. She was all I had thought about for three days. Seriously, I had done everything I could to forget about her, but I couldn’t. It was like every time I closed my eyes, I saw her and I wanted her, and I wanted her to be mine. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

I went to volleyball practice and kept wondering what she was doing. I fucked number four, and while I was buried between his thighs, sucking his cock while he licked and devoured my cunt, all I could imagine was Olivia between my legs. I sat in class and wondered how she would smell. It was insane, I couldn’t get the woman out of my head.

And normally, it would have been an easy thing to get over. I mean, I had lost boyfriends and girlfriends before. I had had crushes that didn’t work out or that I had to fix, but nothing was like this. I was obsessed.

I even tried to talk myself out of marking her. I mean, it didn’t take rocket scientist to know that none of it was really possible. I mean, I was a student, she was teacher, and she was so much older than me. I mean, I didn’t normally go after older women. She was probably straight and I was whatever I was. But in the end, none of that mattered, I had to mark her. I had to make her mine. It was the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, the overwhelming desire to mark someone else. It didn’t make sense, but then there’s a lot about being me that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. But we’ll get to me later on.

So, I made a plan, well an outline, I had an idea of how to do it. It was tricky cause I didn’t want her to know. I mean, she could have known, I had heard about people volunteering to be marked, but I had no idea how I was supposed to broach the subject with a total stranger. So, I went for top secret route.

She had no idea when it happened. It’s not a complicated thing. I mean, if this was a movie, there would have been some special effects, I would have probably had to wear some kind of hooded-robe, and maybe a candle, and there could have been an altar. But in reality it was nothing.

Like I said she was standing in the hall on the telephone, a student clumsily tried to slip by her but the folder he was carrying fell and dumped his papers all over the floor around her feet. I was passing at the same time and stopped to help.

Olivia was still on the phone, looking back and forth between us while we tried to get the papers off the floor around her feet. And she reached down and picked up a piece of paper at the same time I did. Our hands touched. And I muttered the words under my breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. And that was it. There were no strange lights, no clouds of magic smoke, nothing.

That was where it started, the first real step toward where we are now. One moment, two seconds of physical contact, and a few words no one could understand except me. And then I walked away, fast, like I was on fire.

My stomach was a tangle of knots. I couldn’t believe I had done it. I had marked someone, a woman, a teacher, that I barely knew anything about. I mean, I only knew her name because it was on the name tag outside of her class.

I skipped the rest of classes that day. I went back to my room and just sat there, wondering and worrying. I tried to remember what I knew about the way marking worked. When did the person show the first signs? What was going to happen next? I paced the floor. I tried to eat but wasn’t hungry. I tried to do some homework, but that wouldn’t work. Number four called but I made an excuse.

And then it was morning. I had worried all night.

My alarm went off and I couldn’t believe it. That’s when I realized that I was going to have to let it go. And then I had to let it go, which wasn’t even, not by a long shot. I mean, I had marked her, or I was pretty sure I had, but I had no real idea of what happened next. I mean, it had been years since I had met someone who had been marked. I was nervous. No, fuck that, I was scared half to death.

It was like one of those things you are confident about until you do it, like gambling, you make a bet and then wait, and second-guess yourself, and wish you had made a different decision. That’s how it was for the first week.

Every time I had five seconds to think, it was all I worried about. I had no idea what was happening, how it was supposed to happen. I mean, the mark was a big deal, it bound us together, but there was no signs that it had happened or that it was working. I saw her in the hall the next day and she didn’t even notice me. She also didn’t look any different than the day before, maybe a little more tired, like she hadn’t slept well, but I was expecting more.

And then I noticed the ring on her finger and my stomach flipped. She was married. My heart sank. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that she might be married.

It’s a common problem with me. I tend to do things without really thinking. It’s been that way forever. I mean, I get an idea and I just do it. I don’t know why. I try to think about stuff, you know, plan stuff out, but it’s not what I’m best at.

That night, the second day after I had marked Olivia. I decided that it must not have worked. That I must have messed something up. I almost convinced myself that I had done it wrong, that maybe I hadn’t touched her long enough or that I had said the words wrong or maybe she hadn’t heard them, she was on the phone after all. And I was worried and angry and frustrated.

So, I did what I do best. I texted Thomas, number 2 on my list.

I needed dick.

He got back to me pretty quickly. He had just finishing up football practice, and then he was supposed to go meet with his tutor, but I talked him out of it. No, that’s not true, I didn’t talk him out of it. Instead, cause I am little slut, I laid back on my bed, completely naked, pulled my left tit toward my lips, and sent him the selfie.

That did it. I got a text back, a dark picture of his cock at half-mast. It looked delicious and, he was standing at my door knocking less than ten minutes later.

Now, Thomas was usually the perfect choice when I was frustrated. Thomas liked to play rough. Thomas had a Mandingo-sized dick, a monster, and he was the king of fucking. It was also nice that he was big, six foot four and built of chiseled, black muscle.

As crazy as it sounds, I felt safe in Thomas’ arms. I was small and he was big, but when we were fucking, he appreciated my size and strength, he also followed instructions quite well.

He walked into the room, kissed me for a couple of seconds while I stroked him to a full erection, and then we went at it like animals. I mean, we fucked for over an hour, steady. I sucked his cock until he shot his first load all over my chest (his favorite way to cum). Then he finger-fucked me until I came and he was back at attention. Then he took me standing up, my back pressed against the door. Then I was on my back on the bed. Then he took me from behind over my desk. Like I said, Thomas was the king of fucking. He could go forever before he blew his load.

But the entire time he was ramming his monster into me, all I could think about was Olivia and how much I wanted her, how much I wanted her to be mine. How I wanted to watch her cum.

Now, what I didn’t know at the time, was that actually, the mark started working right away. I know everything that happened the first week from Lucas, Olivia’s husband. We’ve talked about it a lot actually. He’s pretty good in bed, likes to cuddle, but I’ll get to that part in a minute.

Apparently, the day that I marked Olivia she went home early, said she wasn’t feeling well. When she got home, Lucas tried to help. He took her temperature but there wasn’t one. He ran her a bath and made her a cup of hot tea.

You see, Lucas and Olivia weren’t like most married couples I had ever known. No, Lucas loves his wife with everything he’s got and Olivia is the same. So, when she came not feeling well, Lucas started to worry, but there wasn’t much they could. Olivia didn’t have any real symptoms, she was just kind of achy and tired.

But after dinner, Olivia said she was feeling better. They thought it was a bug, like a little stomach bug, maybe something she ate at lunch. They decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood. Then they came home and had a glass of whiskey and talked and laughed. Eventually, they started making out and then had sex.

I’m telling you all of this because it’s pertinent, it’s important. I didn’t know Olivia was married when I marked her. And even if I had known, I don’t think I would have done it if I had known how close they were. I’m a little monster, but I’m not a homewrecker. Well, I have … I mean, I have wrecked a few homes, you know, in the past, but that was before all of this, before I had a family.

So, those two had sex like normal and then do the normal grown up, gotta work in the morning thing, turn off the lights and go to sleep. Everything was great. Olivia was feeling better. They had a wonderful evening together. And then it hit her.

Lucas says it was like two thirty in the morning when Olivia woke him up. I can’t imagine what those two must have looked like.

Olivia woke up. Lucas felt her move in the bed beside him, but he decided to try and go back to sleep, but after a couple minutes, Olivia put her hand on his shoulder and started to shake him.

“Luc? Lucas? Oh my god. Is this real?” Olivia’s voice got higher and higher.

Lucas rolled over and looked up at his wife but as soon as he saw her face, his blood ran cold. She was staring down at her lap, her eyes as wide as dinner plates, and her mouth slightly agape.

“What is it?” Lucas sat up as fast as he could.

“That.” Olivia pointed but her facial expression didn’t change.

Lucas looked down and saw a flaccid penis between his wife’s legs. He blinked hard a couple of times and then pinched his arm to make sure he was awake. But he was. He looked down to Olivia’s knees and then started back up. His stomach felt like someone had just punched him. But there were his wife’s thighs, smooth and trim. And there was her dick. He shook his head and blinked again. “What happened?”

“What happened?” She looked at him and then back down at the three or four inches of soft tissue. I just woke up and found. She reached between her thighs and tugged on it, like she wasn’t sure it was attached. The flesh stretched and then sprung back when she let go.

“Do you still have… ?”

Olivia picked up her cock and below it was the usual, swollen peach they were used to. “Okay.” Olivia turned the flesh over and examined it in earnest. “What the fuck?”

Lucas sat back. It didn’t make any sense. No one grows at dick later in life?

“What the … what am I… ?” Olivia went from shock to horror in the time it takes me to get my bra off. She started crying, sobbing. “What the fuck, Lucas? What the fuck is this?” She reached between her legs and tugged on it again, pulled it as far as she could before it became painful, and then just a tiny bit further. The flesh went from cream-colored to pink as she stretched it.

“I don’t know,” Lucas cuddled up closer to his wife, worried, and afraid, and just a little fascinated which, I am pretty sure, surprised him.

“I’ve got to call the hospital,” Olivia looked around for her cell phone. “No, we’ve got to go to the hospital.”

“Right now?”

Olivia turned on Lucas like a cornered animal. “What?! Of course right now!” She screamed. “Do you see this?” She reached down and grabbed her new appendage. “Look at this!”

But Olivia’s cock was a little larger this time. All the attention, the pulling and tugging and curiosity had served a purpose. “Fuck!”

Lucas stared at it. It was already larger than his by about half an inch in length and girth, but it was still flaccid.

And then they just sort of stood there, you know, like watching it.

Olivia the back of her hand across her cheek. “Why do I have a dick?” She stared down at it like it could answer the question.

“I don’t know,” Lucas said softly. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Olivia sat down on the edge of the bed next to Lucas. “Yes,” she put a hand on his and squeezed. “Your wife has a dick.”

Lucas watched as Olivia went to her dresser. It was strange. Not only was she sporting a cock, she was also seemed a little taller, just a little bit, and maybe stronger, thicker? He couldn’t really put a finger on the difference, but he could see it. She had changed, even if only slightly.

They got dressed and Lucas was just about to grab his car keys when Olivia shook her head. “I have to pee.” She ran back down the hall.

Lucas stood in the doorway and thought about what was happening. Because that’s the kind of guy Lucas is. He’s a thinker. The kind of guy who thinks before he says anything. A quiet guy you wouldn’t even notice at a party.

And he said he just kind of stood there in the doorway trying to imagine what his life was going to be like if Olivia stayed that way. Until she screamed and he went running into the bathroom.

“It’s gone!” Olivia laughed. “Look! No dick!” She turned with her jeans around her ankles. And sure enough, her cock was gone.

Lucas dropped to one knee and looked at the lovely peach of a pussy he was used to. She was right. There was no trace of the penis, it was like it had never happened, like it had simply disappeared. “Maybe we were dreaming?” He said the words without thinking.

“No, it was there,” she reached down and ran her fingers around and through her pussy. “What the fuck happened to it?”

“You sound like you want it back?” Lucas gave her a mischievous grin.

“No, but that was fucked up, right?” Olivia stepped out her jeans. “Fuck, it’s four in the morning.”

“Let’s go back to bed,” Lucas took his wife’s hand and they wandered back down the hall.

 

Chapter 2

The next morning, I waited in the Arts building until Olivia came to work. I got there at 8:30 and skipped my morning class. I needed to see her, I couldn’t believe that nothing had happened. That I had marked her and she hadn’t so much as even looked for me. I mean, I didn’t expect her to be my slave, but when you mark a person, there’s a connection, there’s a need to be with them. They kind of belonged to you.

I wished that it was like Hollywood or TV, all those movies about vampires that can like hypnotize you. I did nothing but imagine Olivia not as my slave, but a woman obsessed with me and what I had done to her. It was supposed to be a good thing. Marking her was supposed to begin a new chapter in our lives. But so far, nothing.

So, I waited. And I waited. It wasn’t until 10:15 that students started to make their way to class. The halls were bustling with people coming and going. The entire soccer team cut through the arts building for some reason, and I saw number five in my rotation, Carlos. He was at the bottom of my rotation but that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate his tall and toned body, his baby face, or the seven inches of cock that curved up slightly.

He walked over to me in the hall and wanted to talk about the next time we could get together but I blew him off, told him to catch up with his team, and that I would text him later.

“Don’t have time for me anymore?” he pulled me close to his chest and kissed my forehead.

I could feel his cup against my belly and I won’t say I didn’t think about the way his cock curved up inside me, especially when we were doing anal and I was on top. But I didn’t have time for a quickie in the bathroom, (Something Carlos and I had done on more than one occasion.) I wanted to see Olivia. “Go!” I shooed him away when I saw Olivia coming down the hall. When he was gone, sulking and walking away like a kicked puppy, I stepped into Olivia’s line of sight.

I watched her eyes move over the crowd as she walked, but she wasn’t looking at anyone, she was just there, walking to class, in a hurried crowd.

So I stood there, you know, like a rock in a river and the students and teachers flowed around me while I stared at Olivia. And she completely ignored me. I looked down at myself, sure that I was provocative enough to get her attention. After all, she was supposed to be marked and mine. I mean, what the fuck, right?

I started toward her and I was pretty sure she glanced over me, but she didn’t really make eye contact. Now, I was livid.

Two more students walked through the door after her and I followed them in. I couldn’t take it anymore. She was going to see me. If I had to jump up and down in the middle of her class, she was going to see me. I needed her to acknowledge me. It was the only thing I could think of, maybe if we were closer together I could really see if the marking was working or not.

Of course, when I walked into the classroom, she saw me and kind of held up her hand to get my attention. “Miss?”

I got crazy excited. You know when you are on a rollercoaster and it’s at the top of the hill and it starts to move, like right at the top, and your chest is full of anticipation? That’s how I felt. “Yeah?” I stopped and met her eye. I could feel the ear to ear smile on my face. I was sure something good was going to happen. This was it.

Her eyes wandered over me and for some reason I looked down at myself like I wasn’t sure if maybe I hadn’t accidentally spilled something. Now, I can tell you. Seriously, I looked pretty hot. I had on my favorite pair of jean shorts, the ones that fit like underwear, a white tank top made of crazy thin cotton and with a neckline that was nothing but cleavage. And to set everything off? Little red flats.

“You’re in the wrong class.” Olivia’s didn’t sound stern, she wasn’t being a bitch. She was polite, like you would expect a professor to be.

I looked her over. Seriously? There was nothing. She was looking right at me, but there was no spark of recognition or attachment. Maybe my mark hadn’t worked?

“I am?” I looked around and met the eyes of four or five other students staring at me. One was a boy I recognized, one of Thomas’ friends. He grinned and licked his lips. “Sorry about that.” I turned to go. I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, what was I supposed to do, try to mark her again?

I stepped back into the hall like a lost kid. I didn’t know what to think. I was sure I had done it right. It was something you almost can’t get wrong, it’s a part of us, the ability to mark.

“Mika!” Stephanie, one of my best friends was coming down the hall. “Going to history?”

I glanced at my cell phone, I had five minutes to get to class and a text message from Tyler that read: Afternoon delight?

“Maybe,” I grinned.

“Girl, go be you. I gotta get to economics.” Stephanie pulled her top up a bit, reexamined how her tits were hanging in her tank top and then wandered off.

I watched her go. Like most of the girls on the volleyball team, she had a great pair of legs and the tank top and spandex shorts she wore showed off plenty of thigh. She was a curvy girl in all the right places.

Fuck, I was horny again which meant that I wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on much at all until I found some release. I instantly regretted sending Carlos off to practice.

I started toward the parking lot. I wasn’t going to class, it would have been a waste of time. I needed a fuck or at least to masturbate, but what I needed even more than an orgasm was some answers to some questions. I called Keera, the only other girl I knew like me.

She answered on the second ring and I realized it was just after eight where she was. “What’s up, Chiquita?” But it didn’t matter what time it was in California, Keera always sounded so goddamn happy.

“What happened when you marked Jillian?” I looked around the hall hoping to see a boy I recognized. I mean, I just needed a quickie, something to hold me over until I could get to my regular rotation. “Oh, wow, that was ages ago. What do you mean, what happened?”

“Like what happened? When you first marked her, what happened next?”

“Um, I marked her. You know, at that club we always liked to go to. We were all dancing.” I could hear the nostalgia in Keera’s voice.

Jillian and Keera had been friends for a few weeks before she was marked. I mean, Keera didn’t tell me that she had marked Jillian until almost a month later when I walked into the living room and Keera was bent over the couch with Jillian ramming her from behind.

“Did you mark someone?” Kerra sounded excited. “You bitch! Who was it? Did you try a boy or a girl?”

“A girl,” I interrupted the rapid fire interrogation, “but I don’t think it worked.”

“You don’t think it worked?”

“Nothing happened.” I stepped out into the sunshine and started toward my car.

“How long has it been?”

“A day,” I said.

Keera laughed. “You’ve got to be a little more patient, sis.”

“What?”

“It took almost a week before Jillian became, you know, mine.”

“A week?” I watched a guy and a girl get out of a car along the back row of the parking lot. She straightened her top and he pulled up his zipper. I smiled and wished I was doing the same thing.

“There’s a whole transformation that happens,” Keera sounded disappointed, like she wasn’t sure I completely understood marking. And she wasn’t wrong.

To be completely honest, I had a loose grasp of the concept. I mean, I knew the person became like one of us and that they were kind of ours not in the sense of ownership, but they were bound to us forever. But I didn’t know all the details. It’s not like there was a book lying around somewhere with instructions. Again, life isn’t a Hollywood movie. “Want to walk me through it?” I asked.

“There’s nothing to walk you through, Mika. You marked her. She’s bound to you. You’re just going to have to wait it out. I don’t even know if it happens the same way every time. But don’t worry, it’s been a fucking day.” She laughed.

“What made you do it?” The question came out of my mouth before I realized it.

“What made me do what? Mark Jillian?” Keera sounded confused.

“Yeah, I mean, I know you’re a little ho bag,” I laughed, “but what made you choose her?” It had been one of the questions I kept asking myself since it happened. Why did I do it? Why her? I saw her once, walking across a parking lot. Why did marking her become what I wanted?

“I think it’s a combination of things,” I could tell Keera was trying to figure out how to explain it. “I mean, I think part of us recognizes the person’s strength. I think some it has to do with our sexual desires, you know, what we find hot.” And then she paused. “And the rest is like magic. I don’t fucking know what it is, but you can’t ignore it. Fuck, before I marked Jillian, she was all I could think about. I was like a junky that needed a fix.”

“That’s it. That’s how I feel.” Even though I wasn’t thrilled with the idea that I was going to have to wait, it felt good to talk to someone who understood what I was going through. “So … just wait for something to happen?” I kept hoping she would tell me something else, give me some other option.

“Yup. God, I miss Jillian.” Keera said wistfully.

“Still in Australia?”

“Yeah, said she might never come back,” Keera laughed.

Keera and I had always considered each other sisters. We were fairly sure we had been created by the same parents but there was no way to know for sure. I mean, unless we bumped into our parents and could somehow feel that we were a part of them, there was no way we could know for sure. We weren’t related by blood, that much we knew, but we had both found on the orphanage steps the same morning. She had been left in a box while I had been found in a laundry basket. Neither one of us had any other information, no note, no name, no numbers.

We were teens when we found out we were both little monsters. I think we always knew, there were too many playtimes when we were really little. But when our latest foster father wanted us to play and we broke his brain, that’s when we both realized what we were. We promised to keep our true nature a secret.

And, somehow, through all of the stuff that happens to two orphans, foster homes, abuse, and adoption, we had somehow managed to stay in contact. “She’ll be back,” I tried to console my friend.

“Maybe, right?”

“Of course,” I thought back to the first house Keera and I shared. It’s always so strange to look back over time when you yourself are timeless. Memories are strange because there are so many over so many years. But oddly, like a Hollywood movie about vampires, being ageless was our special burden, one of the facts of our existence.

It had been our first year of college. We had chosen to go to the same school. God, those years were a blur. Two of us in the same house, with the same cravings? It’s a wonder we didn’t destroy the world.

“Hey, I’m late for work.” Keera interrupted my reverie, “Can I call you tonight.” Keera said.

“Yeah, give me a call tonight, whore.” I laughed.

“Fuck off, bitch.” Keera laughed and hung up.

I got in my car and rolled down the windows. I didn’t have anywhere to go. It was a beautiful day, blue skies and wispy clouds. The temperature was in the seventies and a light breeze blew through the car. I just sat there and stared out the windshield.

My little pussy was on fire. I thought back to the little house Keera and I had together. All the parties and threesomes and foursomes and orgies. The place always smelled like sweat and sex. It was marvelous.

My fingers wandered up my thigh and into my shorts. I slipped my panties to the side and ran my thumb over my clit. I was already wet. I thought about Olivia and what she would be like once the mark had done its job. I wondered what her transformation would bring.

Jillian’s transformation had given her a cock, a large one, which Keera had always seemed to enjoy. Would the same thing happen to Olivia?

I slipped a finger into my steaming sex and closed my eyes. The waiting was the worst part. Keera’s news wasn’t what I had expected, but I took some comfort in knowing that Olivia was marked, that she was bound to me.

I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down the zipper to give my other hand some room. I imagined it was Olivia’s hands exploring me. I slipped another finger into my pussy while I rubbed my clit and slowly rocked my hips.

It took a few minutes and another finger, before I was huffing and puffing, my eyes clamped shut, while I moaned and shifted to get there, but I managed it. When I finished and opened my eyes, I saw a young guy, probably a freshman standing next to his car. There was a tent in his khaki’s. I met his eyes and he turned and almost ran for the school. I laughed.

That evening, I finished my homework, cleaned my house, reorganized my closet, and then called James, number one in my rotation. He came over and I gave him a long, slow fuck, sensual, because all I could think of was her. I pretended his body was hers. And I kept wondering if anything was happening and, if so, what? It was like we had been friends or lovers and I missed her, or like we were together and had had a fight and I didn’t know how to fix it. That’s how I felt, lost, alone, and longing.

James was a brief but sweaty distraction.

 

Chapter 3

Lucas fell asleep pretty quickly, like really quickly, but I couldn’t. Every time I thought about the fact that I had woken up with a cock, my heart would race and I felt light-headed. I’m not sure how to explain it really. I mean, I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a cock between my legs. Then I woke Lucas up and we both just kind of stared at it for a minute, then we panicked. After that, we put on clothes to go to the hospital, because I couldn’t figure out what else to do, and it disappeared. Simple as that. One minute I had a cock, the next minute I didn’t. Terrifying.

The next morning, both Lucas and I woke up in a fog. It felt like we had been in a car accident the day before; we were groggy and stiff and exhausted. We didn’t talk much at first. I don’t think the shock had worn off yet. We had coffee and toast in almost perfect silence, but I think we were both thinking the same thing – what the fuck happened last night? After breakfast and before my first class, both of us took a spot on the couch and started to search through everything we could find.

Naturally, this led to a bunch of interesting web results. We found everything from transgender to futanari, to stories about demons. Searching the internet was like reaching into a magician’s hat, only there was no rabbit. There were mythical creatures like the succubus, the incubus, and strange gods and goddesses from around the world. But what we couldn’t find, no matter how many different terms we plugged in, was any real, medical or scientific information on what had happened to me.

I abandoned the search at around 9:30. I had a class at 10:15. “Alright, I have to get going.” I closed my laptop and stood up.

“I’m going to keep looking,” Lucas stood up and wrapped his arms around me. “I’ll let you know if I find anything, but don’t worry, there has to be an explanation.”

“Thanks, baby.” I squeezed him. It felt so good to be in his arms.

Lucas and I had been together since my last year in college. I was working at the university as a teacher’s aide and he was starting his own company. We met at a coffee shop, over top of laptop screens at tables that faced each other.

And, as they say, the rest is history. We just clicked. I mean, it was obvious to us and everyone else that we were right for each other, that we were going to last.

I knew it in the first week. It was perfect. We had the same views on the important things, religion, politics, and the like. But we also had similar tastes in music, food, and art. And let’s not forget that every time we got together sparks flew. I mean, you have no idea. At one point during the first month we lived together, Lucas complained about chafing. I couldn’t get enough of that boy.

I hugged him again and did my best not to cry. I was so tired and the night before was still like this hazy, terrifying dream that I knew had been real. And all I could think about was: What if it comes back? “Thanks,” I tried to smile.

“Hey, hey, we’re going to figure this out,” he held my chin up and wiped a tear away. “It’s going to be okay.”

During my first class a curly-haired girl tried to slip into my class, something that never happens. It was weird, but I didn’t pay too much attention. I was tired and too frustrated to really care what the kids were doing. I played a movie in all of my morning classes. And while I played the movie, I did more research. I scoured the internet. I looked at everything I could find where a woman had a dick, every website, every forum post, I even read comment threads on porn clips and movies. I was desperate to figure out what had happened. It was so far outside of the norm.

At lunch, I sat next to Robert, one of the calculus teachers. He was an older teacher with two or three degrees and a curmudgeonly attitude. “What’s the story?” He took a big bite out an apple and smiled.

“Beautiful day,” I sat down and opened my lunch container.

“That little tramp in my class is going to be death of three or four boys in my class.” Robert took a sip of his coffee. “That girl is out of control. Those guys don’t stand a chance against her. They can’t think straight when she’s around.”

“Which one? What did you say her name was, Mika?”

Robert had two freshman girls in his class that could only be described as sluts. You know the type. Probably raised in conservative backgrounds, they finally get their first real shot at freedom, and all they want to do is drink, smoke weed, and have sex. Glorious youth.

“Yeah, Mika.” He rolled his eyes and his gray, bushy eyebrows went up and down like fans doing the wave at a sportsball game. “She’s the worst. You know what she was wearing today?”

I gave him a blank look, I couldn’t begin to guess.

“Ripped up, super short, jeans shorts. You know, the kind where the pockets are hanging below where they cut them off. The bottom of her ass-cheeks was hanging out. Then she had a little tank top knotted above her belly button piercing.”

“Shoes?” It seemed like the only thing to ask. There were a hundred girls on campus in that outfit. I could have counted twenty on my way to the food court, but the girl who had tried to slip into my class had been wearing jean shorts.

“What?” Robert took another bite of his apple.

“What kind of shoes was she wearing?” I looked over and found his face stoic, like he couldn’t believe I was asking about shoes.

“I don’t remember. Fuck me, shoes?”

We both laughed and I wondered if Mika was the girl that had tried to slip into my class that morning. She had on short, jean shorts and tank top with a long silver necklace that disappeared into her cleavage, and little, red flats. Why did I remember that?

For the next twenty minutes, Robert blathered on about students, the weather, and the coming weekend, but I could barely pay attention. All I could think about was the night before.

It was strange too, the memory had been fading all morning. The more I thought about it, the further it seemed to get. By the end of lunch, I could barely remember the size and shape of it.

When I got home that night, Lucas was waiting in the kitchen. He had made dinner, homemade lasagna, his family’s recipe. We kissed and then he poured me a glass of wine. “How was the day?” He asked.

“Good,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. Nothing terrible had happened. I was exhausted but that was about it. “Did you find anything online?”

Lucas took a sip of his wine. “No,” he said softly. “The internet is full of chicks with dicks though.” He chuckled and I managed a weak smile. I had run into the same thing. There were plenty of cases that sounded like mine

“Maybe it was a fluke.” Lucas stuck his finger in the sauce pot and then into his mouth.

“A fluke?” The frustration boiled back up in my chest. I couldn’t discount any of this yet. Couldn’t just find a patsy excuse for what happened. I knew if I did that, all I would have left was hope, hope that it wouldn’t happen again.

“It had to be, right?” Lucas turned and slipped his arms around my waist. “Come on, it’s never happened before, it hasn’t happened since, right?”

“It’s been one day. What if it happens again tonight? What if that’s how it works, I go to sleep and then I get a dick! What the fuck is wrong with me?” I knew how ridiculous it sounded but I didn’t care. Nothing was making any sense.

“Nothing, hey,” Luc pulled me close and ran his fingers through my hair. “Nothing is wrong with you.”

“What if I have a penis? Will you still love me?” I was cracking, I was too tired too worried.

“So what?” Lucas stepped back and looked me over. “I’ll still love you,” he smiled.

I wiped a tear away and looked into his eyes. My Luc. My best friend, always by my side. It was true, I could see it in his eyes, he was serious, dick or not, he loved me forever.

We went to bed early that night. I remember we ate the lasagna, knocked off a bottle of wine, and then wandered off to bed early.

It took Lucas a half an hour to fall asleep but I couldn’t. Surrounded by darkness and my own thoughts, all I did was lay there and worry. And eleven o’clock became twelve and I tossed and turned. And twelve became one. And then I started to worry that whatever was happening was somehow time-based, like it would happen again, but not until 2:30.

“Are you still awake?” Lucas rolled over and looked at me with bleary eyes. “Do you want a sleeping pill?”

I thought about it. I mean, I had to get up in six hours but I hate pills, so I declined. Lucas decided to take one and before I knew it the light was off again and I could hear Lucas softly snoring.

I laid in bed for another ten or twenty minutes before I got up. I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I couldn’t just lay there and worry, right? I was going to be up all night. So, I wandered into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine. I figured if all I could do was worry, I might as well get a little buzz on.

The wine went down well and I parked myself in the living in front of late night television. Everything was infomercials and old television shows I remembered from childhood. And then I looked at the clock on my cell phone. It was after two, almost twenty-four hours after the first time it had happened.

I tried to remember exactly what it was like waking up with it, but I couldn’t. It was strange, it was like I remembered it, but I didn’t. Like the memory had slowly faded over the past day. I took a sip of wine. I thought back again. I remembered waking up, I remembered the odd sensation between my thighs, and then everything felt like it could be the memory or maybe I was adding to it or taking away from it.

Sitting on the couch in the semi-darkness the television provided. I reached between my legs and into my panties. My fingers trailed across the little strip of hair I manicured and then down to my clit. I spread my pussy lips. My fingers were warm. I took a sip of wine. The TV show changed to some infomercial for a yoga video and suddenly there was a woman in workout gear, on her hands and knees, stretching from tortoise into downward dog. Her form was perfect. Her skin shone with sweat.

I watched the woman with dark, curly hair arch her body, her firm ass high in the air, her feet flat on the floor. She reminded me of the girl who had, for some reason, tried to slip into my class.

The woman on TV looked a lot like her. Maybe it was just the hair, but it reminded me of the girl at school. Mika?

And then I imagined what the woman on TV would look like naked? A little shiver of excitement went through me. The idea was tantalizing. She wore a dark blue sports bra that was as tight as tight could be. Every curve of her chest was well defined. I imagined she probably had c-cups. Her belly was flat with the shadow of a six pack. Her thighs were cut with cords of muscles that bulged every time she moved.

Throughout my entire life, I don’t think I ever really considered sex with another woman. Even when I was in college, I never experimented. There were plenty of opportunities, plenty of occasions where women hit on me, but I was never interested. It simply didn’t turn me on. But sitting on the couch in front of that infomercial, two glasses into a bottle of wine, I hit pause on the TV.

The motion stopped with the woman in a back bend, her body arched backward. I felt something stir. Something deep inside of me that I didn’t recognize. My hand was still down my pants. My heart beat faster.

I went over the girl on TV. I started at her toes and worked my way up, over thighs, across the bulge of her honeypot, the smooth flatness of her belly. And then I thought of the girl in my class, Mika, the way she had looked at me when I called her out. It had been almost expectant, like she recognized me or something.

Then it began to happen again. My clit began to expand. Shock and fear collided. I took a deep breath and yanked my panties down. If it was happening again, I wanted to see it. And sure enough, my clit was twice as big as it had been. Big enough that it peeked out of its little hood and stuck out proudly.

I moved my fingers and tentatively touched it. Sparks flew behind my eyes. I shimmied my panties down to my ankles and watched as my clit grew. First it sprouted outward, the size of my little finger extending from the top of my hairless pussy.

I couldn’t believe it was happening again, but this time I wasn’t afraid. I mean, I was scared, but I wasn’t terrified. I wanted to see what was happening. I wanted to know how it worked and why. I was like a kid with a science experiment.

It continued to grow and expand. It reached the size of Lucas’ cock and kept going. Only this time it wasn’t like the night before, this time it was hard, fully-erect.

I sat back and stared down at my lap as it grew and lengthened. I felt so weird. So different. Part of me wanted to be scared but another part of me wanted to be happy. I glanced up at the TV and imagined the woman there in my living room, in front of me, and staring at my cock.

And then I wrapped my hand around the girth of my new penis. The flesh was hot to the touch and the tissue throbbed.

A new sensation overcame me. I don’t know exactly how to describe it. It was like when you are kind of drunk and you get crazy horny, like you almost can’t control yourself – that’s how it felt. I suddenly wanted to fuck and cum and be touched and touch. I licked my lips and remembered a road trip Luc and I had taken where I had given him a hand job. Well, it had started as a hand job but turned into a blowjob.

I mimicked the motions I had started with. I gripped my cock at the base and slowly began to slide my hand up and down.

My cock throbbed in my hand and grew another inch at least. I couldn’t believe how thick it was, at least three fingers wide, it filled my hand.

It felt so good. My heart raced. I felt short of breath. I was so horny, so turned-on, my pussy ached to be touched.

I reached a hand down below my new phallus and spread my pussy lips. There was already a wet spot on the couch cushion from my excitement. I was literally dripping wet.

My cock was enormous now, nine or ten inches, easily the biggest cock I had ever seen. I looked down at it, at the vein that snaked across the top, the little hole in the end. I wanted it inside me. I wanted to feel it spreading me open, sliding deep inside me. I wanted it in my mouth, down my throat.

A drop of clear liquid appeared at the end. I ran my thumb through it and licked it. The taste was sweet and slippery. I squeezed while I stroked and more appeared. I did the same thing, fingering it into my mouth. I couldn’t get enough.

I was fuck-drunk. A train could have roared through the room and I wouldn’t have noticed. I stroked and fingered my sopping hole until I felt an orgasm start to build somewhere around my belly button.

Leaning back on the couch, three fingers buried in my dripping snatch, I stroked faster. More precum dribbled onto my hand. I couldn’t believe how much there was. I had never played with a cock that produced so much.

I looked up at the television and imagined the woman at my feet, on her knees, and begging for it. I imagined it was her hand on my cock, her fingers squeezing and stroking me. I closed my eyes and saw Mika’s shining eyes. The first rope of cum splashed across the coffee table.

I held my breath and stroked again. Another long rope of cum gushed out of me. I moaned out loud. My toes curled. God, it felt so good. I did it again and again, each time cum splashed onto the couch, the floor, and the coffee table. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. My pussy clamped down on my fingers. More cum went everywhere. There was so much, it had to be a cup full or more and I couldn’t stop. Every stroke brought more.

When I woke up at four o’clock, my panties were around my ankles and the television was paused. There was a puddle of clear liquid on the coffee table and a wet spot on the couch cushion. I looked down between my legs and found only my bare pussy.

The insatiable desire was gone and I couldn’t believe what I had done.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a dish cloth and cleaned up the mess. When I was finished I threw the cloth in the trash. It was odd, I wasn’t as scared as I had been. I mean, I was still worried and weirded out, but I wasn’t terrified like I had been. No, some part of me had already begun to accept that things were changing, whether for the good or bad, I didn’t know. But they were changing.

 

Chapter 4

I decided not to wake Lucas. I grabbed an outfit from the closet and got dressed in the bathroom. I don’t know exactly why. Maybe I was scared, maybe I was ashamed, I don’t know why I decided to run and hide like a little kid but I did.

When I got to the bathroom and started to get dressed, I found out that just growing a penis wasn’t the only thing that had happened to me. All of my clothes fit funny. My sleeves were just a little tight on my arms and short at the wrist, like I had bought them a size too small. My normal cup size was a large B small C, but now my breasts were floating on top of my bra. They were at least a cup size bigger. I dropped the shirt on the floor and cupped my breasts in my hands. They were bigger, there was no doubt. They had grown slightly. I turned back and forth in the mirror. Why was my body changing? What was happening to me?

I slipped back into the bedroom and found Lucas snoring. I rummaged through the semi-dark closet and grabbed a long sundress, something that would hide the fact that I wasn’t the same size as I had been.

After a quick slice of toast and a single cup of coffee, I left straight for work. I needed some space, some distance from what was happening. And even though I understood that I was taking all of the changes with me, that I was the one changing and it was impossible to escape myself, it still felt good to get away from the house.

Tears filled my eyes as I drove. Whatever was happening was more than just physical. I had felt it sitting on the couch. It was like there was a new side to my personality that only came out when it appeared. It was strong which scared me a little.

I took the long way to school as I tried to piece together all of the circumstances surrounding my sudden changes, but there really wasn’t much to go on. So far, it had only happened at night, late at night. But that was the only pattern I could find.

I took a left when I should have taken a right and cruised through the early morning. The neighborhoods were quiet. I remember there were only a few cars on the road.

When I got to school, I was an hour and half earlier than normal. Only the principal and front office administrator were in. And for some reason I wondered if they were fucking.

It caught me by surprise. My imagination’s vivid pairing of the two. I’m not normally a sexual person. I mean, Lucas and I have what I guess most people would call an average sex life. We had sex twice, maybe three times a week. We’ve experimented in the bedroom a bit – I’ve worn a wig, we’ve tried some roleplay and things on special occasions. But I have never been a crass person. I mean, I didn’t typically run around thinking about who was fucking who.

With my extra time, I grabbed a cup of coffee and wandered off to sit in my classroom. I left the lights dimmed and stared up at the theatre seating in front of my desk. I couldn’t shake it, I was lost in a sea of thoughts.

And it was so strange, I couldn’t concentrate on any one thing. I thought about waking up with a cock. I thought about the way Lucas had reacted. I thought of masturbating, the log of cock flesh in my grip as I stroked and stroked, every sensation an almost maddening pleasure.

I felt a tingle in between my legs. I looked down at the little flower pattern across my dress. That was the last place I needed to sprout a chubby. I desperately tried to think of something else, but everything in my life at the moment kept wandering back to what was happening to me. I felt like I was losing my mind.

And then the first students came in and I realized that I had been sitting there for two hours. My coffee was cold. I sat back in my chair and tried to gather my thoughts and focus on the day ahead. I smiled at some passing students and gathered the papers on my desk. But I was faking it, I had no idea what I was going to teach, hadn’t thought about once.

In the end I went with another movie, a documentary that went over some of the finer art collections in Europe after the world wars. And while the movie played, I sat at my desk and stared out into the semi-darkness.

I couldn’t see the student’s faces very well. The darkness kind of hid everyone in shadow, but I did notice a pair of students in the last row, the top row of the theatre-style seating. Through the darkness, I could just make out who they were, Lily and Howard. They were sitting side by side, alone in back row but on the same side of the room as me. The only reason I had noticed them at all was because of their movement. Once the lights had gone down they had moved their chairs closer together so they could take advantage of the darkness.

I watched them lean into each other. Lily pulled her long, blonde hair over one shoulder and laid her head against Howard. Then they kissed.

It was difficult not to stare. They started off innocent enough, short, stolen kisses and holding hands, but when they were sure they had gotten away with that, unseen or unnoticed, things progressed.

Lily leaned closer to Howard and I saw her left arm cross into his lap. There was some not-so-subtle adjustment, and then all I could see was the gentle motion of her arm, moving slowly, obviously stroking Howard in the darkness.

I wondered how big Howard’s cock was. Then I thought about Lily’s fingers. I looked away and tried not to think about the night before. The last thing I needed was a massive erection in the middle of class.

I took a breath and held it. I looked at my desk, at the handful of papers obscured by the flickering shadows. I leaned back in my chair, making sure to slide the foot of it just enough to make a little noise, enough to remind those that may have forgotten that I was still there.

The class was full, most seemed to be watching the movie. I caught a few people looking my way in the darkness.

I wondered what I looked like from out there. Was I as much in shadow as they were or was I highlighted, visible even though they themselves were not. I saw Howard shift slightly in his seat, and then straighten. I immediately thought of Lucas, the way he moved when he was about to cum especially when I gave him a hand job. Lily must have been working him well, getting him close. I wondered what their plan for the mess was. Had she brought a handful of tissues?

I remembered the way I had cum. The intense pleasure that flowed through me. A tingle of excitement crawled down my spine. Warmth spread through my belly and I closed my eyes and looked down at my knees. The memory of that feeling was almost intoxicating, like I had just swallowed a shot of whisky.

But I was still in class. The idea gripped me. A cold sweat covered my forehead. I was suddenly terrified. What if my cock came back in the middle of class, I had no idea what I would do. I mean, I had no idea how I was going to hide it. I hadn’t prepared for the possibility. I was wearing panties, boy shorts, they weren’t going to hide anything as big as my cock.

I took a couple of deep breaths and looked around my desk for some sort of distraction.

The film’s credits began to slide across the screen. Class was over. I hit a switch and as soon as the lights came on Howard slipped out of the class with his book bag and notebook strategically held in front of his waist. I caught Lily’s eye for half a second and she grinned proudly, like she knew that I knew. Then she slipped her index finger into mouth and licked it clean.

I could only shake my head. I understood temptation and lust as well as anybody.

I had ten minutes before the next class so I reloaded the movie, stepped outside the door, and watched the traffic in the hallway.

I was tired and weird. With everything that was happening I felt like I couldn’t really get a grip on the day. I couldn’t focus. Robert saw me and waved. “Morning!” I waved and thought about his complaints about the two girls in his class. At least now I had a story to match some of his.

I glanced around the moving herd and saw a head full of tight, brown curls. My heart jumped. Was it the girl from the day before, Mika? I watched her head in the sea of moving people, but she never turned and I never saw her face.

An early student stepped up to the doorway. “Are we going to watch another movie today?” He was a tall, gangly guy in his late teens, Victor, I think. He had dark hair and bushy eyebrows, if I remember right he wanted to study medicine.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Mind if I work on my calculus?” He asked.

“No, that’s fine. There’s no quiz over the documentary.” Victor wandered into class and I looked for the girl with curly hair again. Then I stopped myself. Why was I looking for her? Why did I want to see her?

I made it through the rest of the morning without incident. I decided to try and teach my third and fourth hour classes. I couldn’t sit in the dark and worry anymore. There was nothing for it anyway, it wasn’t like I could control my new addition. It seemed to come and go whenever it wanted.

At lunch, Robert was his usual, curmudgeonly self. He sat next to me, drank coffee, ate a banana, and complained about how the current generation had no moral compass or code. “Sex to these kids is meaningless. It’s a wonder they all don’t have venereal diseases.”

A few other teachers, within earshot, rolled their eyes.

“Did that Mika girl show up today?” The question slipped out before I even realized I wanted to ask it.

“Yeah, I saw her this morning, why?” He looked up at me, one eyebrow arched.

“Just curious.” I suddenly felt guilty.

“I’d like to know how many boys in my class she’s corrupting. That little hussy.” He took a long sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, the kids these days have different priorities.” I ventured an opinion in shark-infested waters.

“Priorities? All they think about is getting high, or drunk, and sex.” He scoffed and gathered his things. “It’s the end of the world, Olivia. This is where it starts.”

I watched the older man go, finished off my bag of chips, and then wandered back to my classroom. I got back on my computer and started going back through internet searches again. It was a hopeless task, I had already covered every possible combination of genital transformation or change or addition there was and the best I could get were results based on legend and myth.

But I didn’t know what else to do, I couldn’t stop looking. I had to keep researching.

I dove into the mythos of Japanese folk religions and the idea of Futanari, but there was little real information beyond the hentai and anime versions of the idea – a woman who for some reason grows a penis.

But I followed the rabbit hole and flipped through a few comics. Most were ridiculous tales of angels or demons, schoolgirls, or strange animal-human hybrids. None of it helped, although for some reason I did find it interesting, the different styles of animation, the ultra-simplistic storylines that some of the comics used. Almost all of it was what Lucas would have called: Spank material.

It was just before my last class when I saw her. I was standing in the hall in between classes when she appeared at the end of the hall. She turned the corner, stopped, and immediately looked my way. We both froze when our eyes met. I got the feeling that the only reason she was there was to see me.

We stared at each other for a minute. Mika looked into my eyes like she was looking for something in particular, like she expected something.

And then I had started toward her. I don’t know why I did, I just did. Even though I had no idea what I was going to say or ask, I needed to talk to her. I wanted to know why she was watching me. What was she after? What did she expect?

But the moment I took a step in her direction, she turned and disappeared back down the hall she had come from. The crowd was too thick to run after her. I stopped just a few steps from my classroom. Why did she run? What was going on? Was she just some student who was infatuated with me? Was she stalking me?

I went back into my class and was just about to walk to the podium and begin class when I felt it. I froze in front of my desk. I suddenly felt light-headed. I took a breath and steadied myself against my desk.

“Miss Jacobson?” Mark, a junior, stepped out of the front row and dashed over to me. “Are you alright?” He laid his hand on my forearm and looked into my eyes.

“I’m fine, Mark.” I reversed course and sat down in my chair. My pussy suddenly ached and I could feel the familiar pressure of the last two nights building below my belly. I imagined my cock growing, slipping from the little hood over my pussy and springing to life. The idea horrified me. How was I going to hide it? Why was it happening now? Nothing had happened that was even slightly erotic, I wasn’t turned on, I mean, I was just about to start teaching.

Mark returned to his seat and I found every eye in the class looking at me, waiting for me to say something. “I am going to go ahead and cancel class today. I think I have, uh, a stomach bug.” The sensation was traveling south. I swallowed and grabbed the edge of my chair. “Please make sure you read chapters 12 and 13 in the text book.” I scooted my chair up to my desk just as I felt my clit start to expand.

The class filed out of the room. A few ignored me, a few told me to get to feeling better, and other’s just gave me curious looks all while I just sat there trying to ignore my erection.

After the class had gone, I scooted my chair back and stared down at my lap. The dress and my panties covered the protrusion pretty well, but I was just getting started. I looked around the class to make sure no one had stayed behind before I slipped my dress up over my thighs.

The bulge in my panties was large and growing. The head moved toward the hem of the boy shorts. I took a breath and resisted the urge to pull my panties down and seize the thickening tissue.

Instead, I grabbed a piece of paper and quickly scrawled class cancelled across the front. I stood up and looked over myself. As long as my panties were in place, you couldn’t see the boner I sported, but it was almost painfully uncomfortable. I posted the note on the door, turned off the lights, and headed toward the parking lot.

It’s difficult to describe what I was feeling during that drive home. First, the moment I got in the car, I took my panties off, I had to. I tried to adjust my cock in the cotton undies, but they were no match for my girth. Sitting still, my cock expanded beyond the hem and down my thigh, turning it upward, although it did relieve some of the pressure from being bent wrong, only caused the turgid flesh to get stuck under the elastic waistband.

The moment it was free, it sprang up. I sat in the car and stared down at the pulsing flesh. It was so strange to suddenly have a penis, to suddenly have both. I looked around the parking lot to make sure no one was around. The parking lot was empty.

I reached out my index finger and ran it along the tight, hot skin. It was like I was possessed. The moment my cock appeared, I was a different person. In addition to being incredibly horny, I also felt different, stronger somehow. I looked in the rearview mirror at myself. I didn’t look any different.

Touching my cock sent waves of pleasure through me. Suddenly, all I wanted was an orgasm. It was all I could think about. But I imagined the scene, me sitting in my car giving a hand job to the ten inch cock attached to my pussy. I fought the urge but it wasn’t easy. Like I said, when my cock appeared it was like I was two different people, like there was a new part to my personality – a rough, strong side of myself that I never knew I had before.

I tossed my panties onto the passenger’s seat, pulled my sundress over my thighs, and almost giggled out loud at the tent my cock created. It was like I was trying to hide one of those tabletop Christmas trees under my dress.

The fabric tickled against the head and I gasped. A wave of pleasure washed over me and a dark circle appeared on the fabric. “Holy fuck,” I swallowed hard and put the key in the ignition.

When I got home, Lucas had already left for a project meeting. I pulled into the garage, closed the door, and ran upstairs to the bedroom. My dick waved back and forth with every step and halfway up the stairs, I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it aside.

Large, sticky drops of clear pre oozed from the tip and fell onto the stairs. I grabbed my heft with one hand and ran the fingers of my other hand through the ooze and into my mouth. God, it tasted so good.

I stepped into our bedroom. My heart was racing. I crawled on the bed and grabbed my dildo from the nightstand drawer. I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached between my thighs, spread my dripping pussy lips, and set the end of the plastic phallus at my entrance. I wrapped my hands around my pulsing member, lifted it out of the way, and watched as I pushed the dildo past my entrance.

I have always loved the way it feels to be spread open, that first sensation when a cock slides into you, stretching you, filling you, burrowing inside. A spasm washed over me as my glistening pussy swallowed the vibrating plastic. My eyes rolled back in my head a sense of urgency overwhelmed me. I began to stroke my cock, sliding my hands up from the base. The tip flared a copious amount of precum oozed over the head and down around my fingers. My cock became slick. My heart beat faster. My breathing changed to short, shaking gasps. I wanted to cum.

I thought about Mika, her curly hair and bright eyes. I thought of the mischievous grin, her lusty smile, and imagined it was her hands wrapped around my throbbing cock.

I closed my eyes and felt my cock stretch further, growing in my grip as I stroked it. More pre oozed from the tip and I felt the tip of my dick smear the liquid across the underside of my tits. It seemed impossible. I opened my eyes and saw that I had both lengthened and thickened. I was almost a foot now.

The way I was sitting, upright and leaned against the headboard, the head of my cock was inches from my lips. I stared at it. I watched it flare and ooze as part of me wondered what was happening while the other part of me, the new, savage part of me, wanted nothing but ecstasy. I tilted my head and stuck out my tongue. Could I suck my own cock?

I licked a drop of precum into my mouth and savored its sweetness.

What am I doing? Was I really going to suck my own cock?

I leaned forward and sucked the tip into my mouth. The orgasm I craved began to build. I leaned over further and sucked more of myself onto my tongue. It felt amazing, like nothing I had ever experienced. I reached down, grabbed the end of the dildo and began to work it in and out. I heard myself gasping and moaning but I couldn’t stop, all I wanted was release.

I thought of the curve of Mika’s ass in the little jean shorts she had worn. I imagined bending her over my desk and fucking her.

And then I heard the doorknob turn. I looked over as the door opened and Lucas walked into the room. “Olivia?”

THE END