A Big Wager
A Big Wager by Lou Bealy
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“That
wasn’t too fast?” he asked, his face red with shame. He pulled
his pants up and put the cash on the dresser.
“Thanks,
baby,” Angelina purred once she was paid. “And no, that was
perfect,” she soothed. If anything it was better that he came so
fast. She wasn’t paid by the hour, after all.
“Okay,
good. I uh,” he stammered, his face turning an even deeper shade of
red. “With how loud you were and how quickly it happened, I uh...I
thought you were…”
“Faking
it?” She giggled. “Nah. Don’t worry about me, honey. I always
get mine, just like a man would.”
He
left quickly after. Her fake smile faded and she got up to count the
money. It was all there. Good thing for the client, too. One word
from her and Rooker the doorman would snap the guy in half. She had
seen him do it and it was amusing but not pretty.
Angelina
wasn’t lying to the stamina-lacking client either. She was
fortunate that she basically had a hair-trigger and achieved orgasm
very quickly and easily, which was definitely a benefit in her line
of work. She was also a very attractive young woman, which also
helped quite a bit in her job. She was a lithe and thin five foot
two, with B-cups that looked large on her tiny frame, a nice round
butt that had taken her many squats to attain, and long blonde hair.
Her bright blue eyes were also a feature that men noticed. At least
the ones that bothered to look her in the eyes.
Even
with her ability to easily have an orgasm, she was still routinely
disappointed by the men she serviced. She tried not to take their
failings personally but it was hard not to think of them as pathetic,
selfish losers.
She
put on her black panties and matching little strapless black dress
before she made her way back down to the bar area. She got herself a
drink at the bar before taking a spot at her regular table to wait
for another client.
“Hey,
Ange,” Kyla, one of her fellow employees at the brothel said,
taking a seat next to her. “How’s your night been?” Kyla cut a
statuesque figure, being almost six feet tall with a slim but
athletic build and dark swarthy features.
Angelina
had always been jealous of her. She was so tall, athletic, and had
huge boobs. Angelina knew she was probably “prettier” but somehow
the amazon of a woman was able to exude sex so she got a lot more
high priced clients than most, even more than Angelina. She was also
very skilled at pleasing men and other women. Angelina had
experienced that first hand a number of times. Clients sometimes
wanted to watch two girls or engage in threesomes (if they paid
enough) and Kyla was always Angelina’s first choice of female
playmates when it struck her fancy. She didn’t know if Kyla felt
the same about her but she hoped so.
“The
usual.” Angelina sighed. ‘These guys would be just lost if they
weren’t paying for sex.” She chuckled. “They’re totally lost
when it comes to how to pleasure a woman.”
“Yeah,
tell me about it.” Kyla sighed. “You’re lucky, though. They at
least make you cum. I hear you in there and I can tell the difference
between a fake orgasm and a real one.”
“Because
you always fake it?” Angelina teased with a giggle. “Except with
me, of course.”
Kyla
laughed along with her. “Exactly. My clients aren’t any better at
it than yours are, the losers. And I’m sure their dicks are just
as small too. It makes me weep for their wives. Maybe we should offer
to teach them the right way to use their mouths.” She flicked her
tongue out and licked between her fingers in an obvious reference to
cunnilingus. “Because they couldn’t do it right even if they
didn't have tiny dicks.” They both laughed. “On the clock,
of course,” she added.
They
talked a little while longer before one of Kyla’s clients showed up
and she left the table to go make some money. Angelina finished her
drink and ordered another from the bar, surveying the room for any
potential customers.
“I’ll
get that, and a whiskey for me,” a deep baritone voice from behind
her told the bartender who nodded.
She
turned and saw a well-dressed man with long dark hair who appeared to
be in his thirties. His business suit and expensive-looking haircut
suggested he was a man of means. He had a full beard and plain
features but appeared to be in good shape. She gave him the same
smile that always made men melt.
“Hello,
handsome.” She batted her eyes at him, but he didn’t seem
affected by her flirting. He didn’t even return her smile. He just
looked at her sternly and pointed to a nearby table. She followed him
and sat down at the table, still smiling and attempting to charm him.
She had seen plenty of times that it just took persistence to crack
some men’s tough-guy front.
At
first, she waited for him to make the first move and just sat,
enjoying her drink in silence. He already bought her a drink so it
was clear that he was interested. He kept staring at her with the
same stern expression on his face. After a few minutes, it began to
make her uneasy so she decided to break the silence.
“So,
what do you do, mister serious?” She smiled again and then took a
drink of her screwdriver.
He
drained most of his whiskey glass and then answered, “I have a
proposal for you.”
That
relaxed her a little because he finally smiled back at her but also
made her a little skeptical of the guy. “What sort of proposal?
They told you the rules when you came in, right?” There was also
something… predatory about his smile that unnerved her the longer
he held it.
“It’s
not your pussy that I want. Well, not like that.” He chuckled to
himself.
“What
are you talking about?” she demanded, dropping her sweet demure
woman act.
“I
would like to make a bet with you,” he said, finishing his drink.
She
grabbed her drink and went to stand up. “A bet? This isn’t that
kind of-”
“You’ll
like this bet. So just listen.”
Something
about him was very intimidating all of a sudden. The way he looked at
her froze her to her chair. She looked around for the bouncers.
“You
have a pretty low opinion of men that have small dicks or that lack
certain sexual capabilities, am I right?”
“How
did you…” Angelina looked to the spot she had been at when
talking to Kyla, a secluded corner that she was sure no one was
sitting close enough to hear their conversation. She looked back at
the strange man.
“You
fantasize about being able to prove just how much better at it you
would be if you had a dick,” he whispered. “Don’t you?”
That
struck her silent. How could he possibly know about her deepest
fantasies? About her desire to actually fuck a woman with a real dick
rather than with a strapon? She would always imagine a scenario of
fucking for hours, giving her lovers so many orgasms they would beg
for her to stop before she filled them with a torrent of cum. It was
one of her many fantasies that she had throughout her life but it was
one that she had never gotten the chance to indulge in, for obvious
reasons.
But
she had never told anyone about that particular fantasy. Ever. How
could he possibly know about them?
He
saw the creeped out look on her face and chuckled. “Anyway, as I
was saying, I would like to make a bet,” he continued. “I want to
see if you actually could do any better than these loser guys.”
“If
I could do any better?” she scoffed, trying not to show how nervous
this all was making her. “Look, I don’t know what you think you
know about me but I’ve had plenty of practice with other-”
“But
that wasn’t really what you wanted, though. Right?” He leaned in
and his grin was menacing to the point that she began to frantically
look around for help until she spotted Rooker. “You weren’t using
the same equipment as the men, with the same limitations, were you?
But you were imagining that you did have that equipment.”
“This
is too weird.” She shook her head, totally done with this strange
conversation. It was freaky that he somehow knew what he knew. She
began waving at Rooker, who saw and began to approach from the other
side of the room. She still found herself unable to simply stand up
and leave, most likely due to her fear of him retaliating in some
way. “I don’t know what you are on but you’re about to be sorry
you came in here all fucked up and talked to me that way.” She
grinned at him smugly.
“I
think a small demonstration will help to communicate what I want much
more quickly than this useless banter.” He waved his hand with a
flip of his wrist and the air seemed to shimmer for a moment.
“Oh…”
Angelina swooned with a sudden swell of dizziness. She fell back in
her chair and her head rolled back until she was staring at the
ceiling.
Rooker
arrived a moment later and looked to her to see what she wanted him
to do. He stared daggers at the strange well-dressed man who just
smiled at him.
“Can
I get another whiskey? And what would the lady like?” He turned to
her expectantly, still smiling his menacing smile.
“Angelina?”
Rooker asked, clearly concerned but not willing to do anything
without her direction. She knew that he had seen plenty of strange
situations end up with money changing hands and everyone leaving
happy.
It
was that moment that her dizziness had passed and she finally was
able to sit up but felt a strange tightness that she couldn’t
explain. Confused, she felt herself all over as she looked to the
burly bouncer. “Rooker, this guy…” She stopped when her hand
reached her crotch, realizing where the bizarre sensation was coming
from.
Rooker
waited for her to finish her thought, but she momentarily forgot
about him. She was far too absorbed in her discovery. Through her
skirt, she felt a strange bulge in the front of her panties that
matched the location of the strange pinching feeling.
No,
she thought. That’s impossible...
“You
want me to trash this asshole or what?” Rooker asked impatiently,
interrupting her inner monologue. Rooker turned and loomed over the
dapper man but he didn’t even seem to notice the presence of the
huge bouncer. He just knowingly smiled at her even wider.
Her
hand slipped under her panties both to relieve the pressure of being
pinched by her panties and to verify the impossible situation
occurring between her legs. She thought she might be crazy but she
couldn’t deny what her hand was feeling nor the sensation from the
other side.
Rooker
gave up waiting and angrily strode around the table, reaching out to
grab the strange man, who didn’t seem to react at all.
“Uh,
sorry. I’m okay, Rooker,” she stammered, and he stopped and
looked back to her skeptically. She felt awkward with the bouncer
staring at her when only the table was preventing him from seeing the
strange new lump in the front of her skirt.
“You
sure?” the bouncer asked, still glaring at the strange man, his
fists clenched.
“Y-yeah,
I’ll be okay, really.” She forced a fake smile. “Thanks.” She
turned back to the frightening man. Surprisingly, a good portion of
her fear had been supplanted by what she could only describe as a
thrilling excitement. “I’ll call you if I need you, though.”
Rooker
shook his head and walked back to his post at the door.
“What
do you think?” The man asked, laughing. He seemed almost giddy. “Is
it everything you imagined that it would be?”
Angelina
willed herself to release her grasp on the rapidly thickening shaft
in her panties. As much as she would love to experience the new
sensations she had never felt before in her life, she was still
bewildered by this turn of events.
“I
won’t know until I-” she stopped herself, the excitement of her
new anatomical arrangement had distracted her from just how surreal
the situation was. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. “Who-
what are you?” she demanded in a whisper. Her cock continued to
grow, despite her fear and the strangeness of the whole situation. It
wasn’t even fully erect and it was huge. Her panties could
barely contain it. Luckily they were made from very stretchy
material.
“I’d
prefer not to give my real name, but you can call me Hal.” His
happy demeanor evaporated and he became very frightening in the blink
of an eye. He glared at her. “And let’s not worry so much about
what I am. Let’s just say I have the power to give you what you
have always wanted.”
“Well,
I definitely wished I could try it for my-” she started to say.
“But
there’s a catch.” He cut her off.
“A
c-catch?” Angelina asked, barely able to squeak out the words. Her
sudden erection being constricted by her panties made it hard to
concentrate on anything else. The urge to rip her panties off and
free the monster was hard to resist.
“Yes.”
His grin returned but she wasn’t able to relax at all. “I told
you I wanted to make a bet, didn’t I?” He leaned back in his
chair and snapped at one of the girls, “Can I get another drink
already?” he asked, lighting up a cigarette.
“What
sort of bet? And what if I am not interested?” She was able to
summon a bit of confidence. Her cock throbbed as she crossed her arms
in defiance. Was it somehow giving her more confidence she
momentarily wondered?
“I
could just take it away and leave.” He blew out a long
breath of smoke and grabbed his drink from the server girl, taking a
big gulp, draining most of it. “But I know you don’t want that.
Not before you’ve had a chance to try it out. Why don’t you do
that?”
“Do
what? You mean... try it out?” she asked, her voice full of wonder.
“You’ve
always wanted to, haven’t you?” He grinned. “You really should,
you know. Before I change my mind and take it away just as easily as
I gave it to you.” His grin faded to a stern expression. “I am
losing patience.” He drained the rest of the glass. And took
another drag from his cigarette. “There are plenty of other people
with the sort of wishes and desires it would amuse me to grant,” he
said as he exhaled the smoke.
Angelina
didn’t need any more encouragement. She got up and walked
bow-legged as quickly as she could to the bathroom, holding her hands
in front of her crotch. She heard the man chuckle and order another
drink.
She
got to the bathroom and dashed past a few other girls who gave her a
strange look as she passed by, still covering her crotch. She
quickened her pace even more when she saw the confused looks that the
johns were giving her.
She
threw open the door to one of the stalls and locked the door behind
her before hiking up her skirt. It was a bizarre sight, her erect
penis sticking out of the waistband of her black panties. The swollen
head was covered in foreskin that looked like it could barely contain
all her man meat. The tip was leaking precum that had smeared against
her belly as she walked. She pulled her panties down around her
ankles and just admired her new anatomy.
Her
new cock stood painfully erect, pointing up at an angle away from her
body. It was at least a foot long and as big around as a beer can.
She couldn’t even get her fingers all the way around it. She stared
in awe at it for a moment, taking in every detail. The skin was
smooth, all the way to the tip where it was stretched around the
swollen and leaking tip. Her balls were huge, bigger than any man’s
she had ever seen and the sack was too much for even both hands to
hold all of. There were large black hairs covering her crotch that
continued up her abdomen until almost reaching her belly button. Even
erect, there was a certain heft to it when she held it in her hand.
She felt powerful like she had a weapon that was the secret weakness
of any woman that she used it on.
She
smiled and pulled back on the skin, exposing her flared tip to the
cool air. She touched the glans with her finger and sucked air
through her teeth when she felt her finger touch the smooth skin. It
was much more sensitive than she had expected. She slowly stroked the
foreskin back and forth, savoring the stimulation from her skin
gliding over the smooth head of her cock. When she heard the last
girl leave the bathroom, she couldn’t resist striding out of the
stall to look at herself in the mirror. She stared at herself, taking
in the big change. She didn’t take her eyes off of her reflection.
Her plan had been to have a quick peek and then go back to ask that
strange man what the deal was, but she was now mesmerized by her
altered anatomy and appearance.
“I
can’t believe this,” she whispered in disbelief to petite young
hottie staring back at her, stroking a huge throbbing penis. “Well,
look at you, gorgeous.” She said to her reflection and giggled. She
reached up to her chest and cupped her boob through her dress. She
squeezed and rubbed it, loving the feeling of her erect nipple
rubbing against the soft, thin material. The stimulation and the hot
scene in the mirror made her cock seem to grow even more erect if
that were even possible. She stared at her reflection as the stroking
motion of her hand increased in both speed and vigor.
Her
hand glided up and down the long shaft, feeling her soft skin with
hard flesh underneath. She removed her hand from her breast and then
spat on it. She rubbed her slick palm across the sensitive head of
her huge cock, which made her knees weak. She couldn’t decide what
felt more amazing. In almost no time, her legs began to shake as she
felt her orgasm building. She leaned against the counter and stroked
with the other hand until she exploded, feeling her muscles squeeze
and spasm inside of her, she closed her eyes and it felt like emptied
her balls all over the counter.
She
surveyed the scene as she caught her breath, wondering where all of
the cum must have gone. She looked down and saw one little glob on
the floor. She wondered where the rest went but gave up when she
heard the door open and another girl, a voluptuous brunette named
Crystal, came in. She was staring at her phone so it gave Angelina a
chance to pull her skirt down and conceal her huge, still mostly
erect dick.
She
didn’t even bother grabbing her panties- they didn’t fit anyway-
or cleaning up her mess before she returned to the bar, thankful that
the dark lighting made it difficult to see the bulge in her black
dress. She looked down at the bulge and smiled to herself. She knew
that she would have to try that again. It had made her feel amazing.
Potent. Powerful. She was instantly addicted, there was no denying
it.
Hal
grinned at her as she sat down, and scooted up to the table so her
crotch was fully concealed.
“I
won’t rub it in. But since you rubbed one out, I know you
believe me now,” he said with a chuckle, then took one more
puff and put out his cigarette. “I trust you had fun trying it out?
You came back pretty quick, though. It didn’t take as long now that
you’re the “man”, huh?” he teased.
She
didn’t answer, trying not to give him the satisfaction. She was
just getting used to her new anatomy, so she didn’t think cumming
as quickly as she did was necessarily a problem. She was sure she
would figure it out. Besides, she was trying to cum quickly.
“Alright,
be that way.” He drained another glass and plopped it down on the
table. “So what do you think, would you like to make a wager?” He
lit up another cigarette.
“What
kind of wager?” she asked warily.
“Well,
since you had fun with it, I am guessing you want to keep your new
toy?” He grinned, staring unblinking at her.
She
didn’t answer, stubbornly refusing to give him what he seemed to
want.
“You
know,” he said, his grin draining from his face. “For fulfilling
your deepest desire, you could show me a little gratitude.”
She
sighed. “Yes,” she said quietly, looking away from him.
“Yes
what?” he demanded in an even and stern tone like he was talking to
a child. He fixed her with that unnerving stare again.
“Yes,
I would like to keep it,” she said finally. “At least for a
little while.”
“Well,
you can keep it, if you win the bet. But you won’t be able to go
back to being regular old you. You’ll be thinking with two heads
from now on. Well, mostly just the little one like most people who
have them.” He laughed at his own joke. He gestured toward her
crotch, still hidden under the table. “You think you’ll be able
to keep hiding it, in your line of work? Or are you just going to
embrace it?”
“I
can keep it if I win this bet?” She crossed her arms defiantly and
leaned back, exposing the lump in her dress that he seemed to think
embarrassed her. If she was going to keep it, she decided that she
would flaunt it. So why not start immediately? “Would you just
explain what the wager is, already?”
His
smile returned. “Of course.” He looked very menacing as he
breathed smoke out around his face. “Simple. Give a woman an
orgasm.”
“That’s
it?” she asked in disbelief and laughed.
“With
that.” He pointed with the cigarette in hand to her crotch,
then took another drag. “No using fingers or tongue,” he said,
blowing out the smoke.
“So
I get to keep it after that?” she asked, thinking about how easy
she would win this bet.
“Exactly.”
He took a long drink and a puff of his cigarette. He stared at her,
seemingly just pausing to make her wait. Finally, he spoke again,
“You get to keep that big chunk of man meat.”
“I
know I’ll win but what happens if I lose?” she asked with a
self-assured and cocky tone.
“You
don’t get to keep that nice big gift.” Hal gestured to her
crotch. “Simple, no? You will have until the end of tomorrow to
give another woman an orgasm and win, keeping your new toy.” He
offered his hand to shake and thus sealing the wager.
“Too
easy,” she laughed and reached out to shake his hand. His hand
enveloped hers and squeezed hard as they shook.
“See
you here soon, Angelina.” He released her hand.
Then
something even stranger happened. She looked away for just a moment
when she saw someone enter the bar that she thought may have been a
client of hers. When she looked back, Hal had disappeared. She
thought for just a moment that she may have dreamed it all but his
empty glass and a still-burning cigarette were still on the table.
The exciting presence of the huge lump in her dress remained as well.
She
couldn’t wait to share this with the other girls. It was too
amazing not to share. She waited in the bar for one of her friends to
enter and it wasn’t long before Kyla came back in, looking just as
primped and pretty as she always did. Angelina knew how important
clean up was after seeing a client. You had to always look your best
and not like you just got done sucking a cock.
Kyla
came over to the table with a drink in hand to say hello but she
immediately noticed how Angelina was absolutely beaming.
“What’s
going on?” she asked, laughing. “Did a guy finally find the man
in the boat, or what?” Kyla plopped down in the seat next to her at
the table.
“Way
better than that. Better than I ever expected.” Angelina replied,
reaching over and grabbing Kyla’s free hand.
“What
are you-” she stopped when her hand reached Angelina’s crotch.
She looked at her friend in confusion and raised her eyebrows, asking
a question nonverbally.
Angelina
smiled back. “You want to see it?”
Moments
later, the pair burst into one of the unused rooms giggling.
“If
you wanted to get me alone with you for some play time, you could
just ask,” Kyla said good-naturedly. “Alright, let’s see it,”
she demanded, laying across the bed. She was clearly still skeptical.
Angelina
gave a little strip tease, bending over to show her ass through the
dress before slowly pulling it up from the front. She then spun
around. “Tada!” she sang with a giggle as her long cock swung
over and hit her leg with a loud SMACK. “You want to come say hi to
my monster?” She teased, continuing to flap her dick back and
forth.
Kyla
opened her mouth to say something but was struck speechless and just
stared for a moment before finally stammering, “What- how?”
“It’s
complicated,” she said evasively. Angelina didn’t really care to
explain the strange man and the bet she had entered into. Besides,
she was already getting horny thinking about what she was going to do
to Kyla.
“I
bet,” Kyla replied, still staring at the huge cock that was rapidly
growing even bigger. “I guess we can skip all of the boring
explanation and go straight to the main event.”
“What
do you think?” Angelina fixed Kyla with her best seductive look.
“You want to play?”
Kyla
slowly sat upright on the bed as she stared in awe at the biggest
cock she had ever seen, and she had seen more than her share. “My
god… it’s so… huge.” She reached out and grabbed it,
barely able to get even her large (for a woman) hand around it. She
pulled the foreskin back, causing Angelina to softly moan. She
flicked her tongue out, sliding across the sensitive head.
“Mmm…”
she moaned as her cock entered Kyla’s mouth for the first time.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it? It’s a cock worthy of such a fine
specimen as me, don’t you think?”
“I’d
say so…” Kyla said, popping the swollen head of her dick out of
her mouth for a moment. “And worthy of me as well,” she added
before slurping the cock back in and bobbing her head.
“Oh
yeah…” Angelina began to thrust her hips forward slightly and
fuck her friend’s face without even meaning to. After a short time,
she grabbed Kyla’s hair with each hand and began to pick up speed,
shoving her cock deeper and deeper until Kyla was deepthroating. Kyla
handled it with unsurprising skill and didn’t even gag as inches of
cock meat disappeared into her mouth. She loved the view she had from
that angle.
Kyla
suddenly pushed Angelina’s hands away and pulled her mouth off of
the cock. She threw herself back on the bed, reached down to slide
her panties off of her legs and then tossed them aside. She spread
her legs, revealing her hairless pussy which was already dripping wet
and engorged with blood, showing just how eager she was. She gave
Angelina a needy, impatient look.
And
Angelina’s throbbing dick showed she was just as eager. “You have
no idea how long I have been wanting to do this,” she whispered,
climbing on top of Kyla. She lined the head of her cock up with
Kyla’s juicy pussy and slid in the first few inches.
“Ah”
Kyla cried out, trying to get used to the size of it.
A
part of her wanted to ask if Kyla was okay, but she thought better of
it. She was in charge, and Kyla would get whatever she would
give her.
“You’d
better be ready for more…” she whispered, pressing her hips
harder. She had plenty of lubrication, she just needed to stretch.
“Fuck
yeah,” she replied in a husky voice. Her eyes went wide and said
with her voice full of awe, “Just slow down. You’re so big….”
Angelina
waited for a moment then pushed a little more, and a couple more
inches of her cock disappeared inside Kyla who was writhing on the
bed, moaning.
“And
you’re so beautiful…” Angelina told Kyla a moment later and
slid her cock in just a little more. She looked down and saw that she
wasn’t even halfway in yet. It almost made her want to laugh but
she was able to control herself. She didn’t want to ruin the
moment.
“Jesus
Christ.” Kyla’s eyes rolled back into her head as her pussy
accepted another couple of inches of Angelina’s cock.
Angelina
concentrated on doing it the way she knew that she would want it. She
was loving every second of Kyla being at her mercy. She knew to pull
out and thrust back in slowly a few times before pushing even deeper.
She slid in and out again a few more times until her cock was finally
able to fit all of her cock inside…
And
then she came. “Ahh…” Angelina softly cried, her body began to
shake as she was hit by her first male orgasm. Her toes curled and
she thrust in as hard as she could, her cock erupting inside of Kyla.
Her body shook in time with a few more spurts of cum. She kept
thrusting her hips back and forth, her now ultra-sensitive cock slid
against the walls of Kyla’s pussy. She cried out again and was
forced to stop. She was too sensitive.
“What-
already?” Kyla said, sounding very disappointed and almost
offended. “I guess I expected better from…” She saw the look of
horror on Angelina’s face and stopped herself. She then smiled like
she had probably smiled at many a man who had cum as quickly as she
had. “I'm sorry. It was pretty great, babe. I had fun,” she said,
sounding very sincere.
Angelina
almost felt offended that her friend would placate her. She took a
breath and tried to start fucking again, but by that point, her dick
had started going soft but was still just as sensitive.
“Ah,”
Angelina whimpered, her softening cock slipping out of Kyla’s
pussy. She realized at that moment that she couldn't continue any
longer and it made her even more embarrassed. She had actually met a
few guys who would just keep fucking after having an orgasm but she
evidently couldn’t pull it off. At least not so quickly. She could
get better at it, she told herself.
“It’s
okay. Really.” Kyla insisted but Angelina definitely wasn’t
buying it. She knew better.
She
had said the same thing in the same tone as that so many times, she
knew it was just humoring her to prevent her ego from getting hurt.
Not that it really mattered because she had just barely gotten her
dick in before cumming. It was pretty undeniable how lousy that would
be if a john had cum as quickly as she had. She couldn’t bring
herself to call Kyla out, though. It would only make her shameful
performance even more shameful.
“This
was fun but…” Kyla pulled herself away and rolled off the bed. “I
have to go.”
Angelina
almost wanted to argue, to say that they could keep going, that she
could eat her pussy or whatever, it seemed like the moment had
passed. Kyla was already pulling her panties back on while Angelina
continued to dither on how she was going to react. She watched in
shameful silence as Kyla slipped out of the room.
She
sat in the empty room for a while longer, looking down at her dick
and wondering how something so big and powerful was still so
disappointing. She held the still slimy male organ in her hand and
stared at it, almost as if she was trying to glare at it in
disappointment.
“How
could you let me down like that? That was Kyla of all people!” she
jokingly scolded her penis. “You’re so big and perfect! How could
you…” she stopped when she noticed something strange. It seemed
smaller than it was before her encounter with Kyla but she
chalked it up to still recovering post orgasm and left it at that.
She
decided that she could do better, she just had to get more experience
with her new little- that is big buddy. Then she could win the
bet. She had until the end of the following night and she was still
confident that she had it in the bag.
She
took a shower, relaxed for a bit and recuperated from the encounter.
She knew enough about male anatomy to know that they would need some
time to recover before being able to perform again and it seemed to
hold true. She tried a few times to get hard again but only got to
about half-mast. The last thing she wanted to do would be to incur
further embarrassment to add not being able to get it up on her
earlier premature ejaculation. That would be utterly humiliating. No
way would she put herself in that kind of position.
Eventually,
after putting her dress back on and grabbing a handbag to hold in
front of her crotch, she made her way back down to the bar area. She
needed a drink to soothe her bruised ego. She took a seat at her
normal table and signaled for the server to bring her one of her
usual.
She
had already made her money for the night and so wasn’t expected to
pick up any more work unless she wanted to, so she was able to relax
and just watch the ebb and flow of men coming in for sex with one of
the beautiful, high-class prostitutes working there. She didn’t
normally watch the goings-on. She didn’t like to pussyfoot around
and mostly did her business on an appointment-only basis, unlike the
other girls who didn’t have a series of regular clients and
referrals. She was always too into her own business of making money
and then leaving to go shopping when she had enough cash.
But
now she was intrigued by both the mostly well-dressed men and the
exquisite female bodies on display. A few men came by her table and
asked to buy her a drink and she was tempted at first. She could
maybe make some extra money while working on this bet but she
reminded herself that they probably wouldn't be as thrilled when they
discovered her male organ, so she politely turned them down. Despite
her distracting predicament, she had the wherewithal to give the
particularly well-dressed ones her card for later on. She giggled to
herself, thinking that they would probably be jealous that she was so
much bigger than them.
She
paid a lot more attention to the girls than she usually did. She was
a switch hitter when she needed to be but that was usually for
business and only occasionally for pleasure when she was feeling
adventurous and not because she was particularly attracted to women.
But since the change, she found herself drawn to the scantily clad
bodies of her coworkers. Even with the wealthy, affluent men that
normally she mostly found quite attractive walking around, she was
still more interested in the sexy curves, asses, and tits that were
barely covered and on display.
She
just watched the proceedings for a short while, until she became more
and more randy. Her cock was straining in her dress, just waiting to
be put to use. She could even feel it leaking into the fabric of her
dress.
She
was about to lose it and go back to the room to take care of it
herself, when the cute brunette waitress, a girl named Charmaine came
by to offer her another drink. Angelina made eye contact with her and
then slid back in her chair. The huge lump in her dress sprang into
view from under the table in a way that was impossible to miss.
Charmaine’s eyes went wide when she saw it.
“What
time do you get off?” Angelina asked, grinning. She thrust her hips
forward, emphasizing the bulge even more. She had never realized how
cute Charmaine was. She knew that her slim body and girl-next-door
face were appreciated by the guys, but she had never noticed just how
hot she was. Despite being so slim, she had b-cup tits that looked
huge on her and a nice round ass.
Charmaine
just smiled back, unable to break her gaze from the obvious shape of
Angelina’s clothed cock. “I, uh.” She blushed and reached out
towards Angelina’s crotch before stopping herself and jerking her
hand back. “I could take my break here in a few minutes…”
Convinced
she had one on the hook, Angelina stood up to leave. She turned back
to add, “I’ll be in room eight. I won’t wait long.” She
gripped her handbag in front of her erection and left without looking
back.
When
she got there, she quickly stripped off her clothes and climbed onto
the bed. She looked down at her rigid cock and again for just a
moment, she thought it might look a little smaller than when she
first got it but quickly pushed those thoughts aside. She couldn’t
help herself and began to slowly stroke her leaking cock, trying her
best to keep the pace slow so she would have plenty of stamina left.
Just
as Angelina expected, less than five minutes later there was a knock
at the door. Angelina called out, “Come in, Charmaine.”
In
walked the cute brunette, blushing and looking timid. She was staring
at the floor so it took her just a moment to notice that Angelina was
sitting on the bed naked, jerking her twelve-inch leaking uncut dick.
Charmaine’s
eyes went wide. “Holy shit. It is real.” She walked over
towards the bed and kicked her shoes off. She climbed on to the bed
into a sixty-nine position.
Angelina’s
face was inches away from Charmaine’s clothed crotch and thought
she could smell her aroused pussy through her thin pants. She found
it intoxicating in a way that she never had before.
Charmaine
grabbed ahold of Angelina’s cock near the head and gently stroked
it, her hands enveloping the swollen purple head. Her precum served
as lubrication for her hands rubbing over the entire surface. She
leaned in and began to lick the head with the tip of her tongue.
Angelina’s
hissed, breathing through her teeth. The head of her cock was so
sensitive, similar to her clit. Not quite as sensitive, but it was so
much bigger with so much more to stimulate. Charmaine was rubbing her
slimy head with both hands and it was so intense that her legs
started to twitch and she couldn’t hold back a moan. She knew that
if this went on she would blow her load before she had a chance to
win the bet, so she stood up on her knees, and began to undress
Charmaine, unfastening her pants and yanking them off, which took a
moment because of how tight they were.
Charmaine
didn’t even react, seemingly transfixed by the slab of man meat in
her hands. She slipped the tip into her mouth and slid her tongue all
around the head. Which caused Angelina’s whole body to stiffen as
she was wracked with pleasure so intense it made her twitch.
“Oh
fuck…” Angelina moaned. Her hips seemingly started jerking on
their own, shoving her cock deeper into Charmaine’s mouth. She felt
an orgasm coming but was powerless to stop herself.
“Mmmf!”
Charmaine struggled to fit the cock and its sheer girth into her
mouth, she wrapped her hands firmly around the base and began to
stroke in time with Angelina’s thrusts.
“Gah!”
Angelina cried out, feeling her cock swell even more and then explode
inside Charmaine’s mouth, spraying a load of cum that hit the back
of her throat.
Charmaine
swallowed it all and then continued to slide her tongue around the
head, which drove Angelina nuts. Her cock was so sensitive after the
orgasm that she could hardly stand it.
Eventually,
Charmaine removed the already softening cock from her mouth. She gave
the same fake smile that Kyla had already given her, the one she knew
so well and that was making her more embarrassed and angry.
“Wow,
that was… something.” Charmaine stood up and wiped her mouth.
“Nice cock. I’ll, uh...” She pulled her pants back on quickly
and moved towards the door.
“Don’t
go-” Angelina started to say but she couldn’t find her voice.
It
seemed Charmaine didn’t even hear her and said, “I’ll see you
later, I guess.” And slipped out.
Angelina
sat there feeling humiliated. Again.
It
took her a good long while to collect herself. She tried not to think
about what had just happened because it only made her want to scream.
Or cry. Or both. And again, whenever she looked down at her now
flaccid cock, she thought that it definitely looked smaller.
She
cleaned up and got dressed before grabbing her things to leave for
the night. On her way out she passed through the bar and saw Hal
sitting at her table, smiling at her. She almost missed him and had
to do a double-take. He wasn’t sitting there a moment before, she
was sure of it.
“Having
fun yet?” he asked with his now trademark grin. He was dressed in
the same suit and had a drink and lit a cigarette in front of him.
“You-”
she pointed at him angrily. “You did this to me.”
He
laughed. “Well… yes.” He pointed to the chair next to him and
she angrily sat down. “I gave you what you have always wanted,
right?”
“No!”
she practically yelled then realized people were staring, including
Rooker from his spot at the door, and lowered her voice. “I mean,
yes… but-”
“But
what?” He chuckled and took a drag from his cigarette. “It’s
not how you imagined it?” he teased.
“I-
no,” she stammered. “I thought it would- you know- be easy to win
this wager.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “You gave me a cock that
isn’t up to the task!” she yell-whispered.
He
laughed and swallowed the rest of his drink. “Well, if it were a
forgone conclusion,” He chuckled and took a drag. “It wouldn’t
be much of a bet, would it?”
“So
you did sabotage me!” she yelled, getting mad again.
“No,”
he said, between laughing in his deep baritone. “I think you simply
underestimated how difficult it would be to do it with your new
anatomy.” He straightened up and said in a mock paternal tone, “But
you don’t have time to worry about that too much. You only have
until tomorrow night.”
“I’m
not even sure I want to keep it anymore…” she muttered
despondently.
“Well,
you wouldn’t want to admit that most guys are way better at it than
you are, would you?” He laughed a cruel, mocking laugh.
“Fuck
you!” she shouted, then realized how much of a scene she was
making. She again felt embarrassment for raising her voice and turned
to look around and make sure that no one was staring. Rooker looked
at her with a confused expression but she just shook her head no.
There was nothing he could do for her.
When
she looked back, Hal was gone. His empty glass and what was left of
his burning cigarette were all that remained. Her confidence was
shaken and she didn’t think she would have any success that night.
She was already exhausted physically and mentally.
* *
*
The
next day she decided to get up early. She was tired from her poor
night’s sleep, strange dreams of her coming to work naked with a
tiny penis plagued her throughout the night. She got herself a cup of
coffee and sat at her computer desk to look up some porn. She knew a
bit about male anatomy, and she had an idea. Her plan was to shoot a
load before going into work, so she would take longer to cum when she
did eventually hook up with someone. She figured there would be
enough time to recover from the orgasm so she could get it up but it
would still help her stamina. Besides, she was already hard as a rock
and it would not go down. She couldn’t help herself; it was just
begging to be used.
She
pulled on her cock and quickly got it hard. Once hard, she inspected
it closely for a bit and eventually decided that it didn’t look
any smaller. She was still worried, though.
Getting
back to business, she found some lesbian videos with some hot women
fucking each other with a strapon and a few minutes later she was
shooting a wad into a paper towel. Curious, she looked at the size of
her load and saw how unimpressive the first load of the day was. Just
a few little unimpressive globs.
A
moment later, she actually could see it shrink. Her eyes went
wide as she watched the head of her dick seemingly slide closer to
her balls. She reached out to grab it but it slipped right through
her fingers.
"Oh
no…" she muttered to herself, staring in horror. She had seen
her fair share of dicks in her life, or even more than that due to
her line of work, and hers no longer looked as large and impressive
as it had before. It was still big, but definitely not even close to
as large as it had been. She was running out of time and she knew it.
She choked back tears, realizing that she had really missed the
opportunity to utterly dominate a woman with a huge cock.
It
seemed as if she was only getting smaller every time she had an
orgasm. She was sure of it because she was the same size as the end
of the night before and then suddenly shrank after masturbating. She
tried not to dwell on it, though. She had a bet to win.
When
she had waited what seemed to be a good length of time, she showered
and got dressed in a bright red sundress and matching panties. She
was able to find a bit of her confidence from before, but it had
definitely suffered pretty badly.
She
went in to work early and cleared her appointments for the day. The
girls there largely handled their own business and just had to pay a
flat fee for the week, so there were thankfully no questions about
what she was still doing there after she canceled her work for the
day. She texted a few lady friends and told them she had something
they had to see, got herself some coffee to help wake her up and then
took a seat at her usual table and waited for one of her friends to
show up.
She
watched and waited, trying not to let her anxiety build. Her
confidence had been eroded by the events of the previous night but
she was still hopeful that she could learn how to perform the way she
originally thought she would have performed. And besides that, she
didn’t seem to have much choice now. She didn’t want to lose this
bet. The conversation with Hal had led her to believe that she would
be left with a small, shrunken penis if she lost. That would be even
worse than not having one at all, which she was becoming more unsure
she should have accepted in the first place.
Besides
that urgency, she was still feeling urgency in a more biological
sense as well. She was constantly rock hard.
Eventually,
she spotted her friend Jackie walk in. Jackie worked there only a
couple of days a week and had a regular job in the city most of the
time. She was a ginger so she got all of the guys who were into that.
She had long straight red hair and was covered head to toe in
freckles. She was medium height, with nice C-cups and an athletic
build. But better than that, she was a total sexpot, always flirting
with everyone and just oozing sex wherever she went. She was perfect.
Angelina
waved for her to come over.
"Hey,
Ange." Jackie smiled warmly as she got to the table. "What
is it that you absolutely needed to show me?" She sat down next
to Angelina and was about to order a drink but stopped when she
looked back at Angelina.
More
specifically she was looking under the table. Angelina was stretching
her red sundress tight across her lap. Through the tight, thin
material she could see the outline of a good-sized penis. Her mouth
went wide in shock but then curled into a smile.
"Ange…
I never…” she stammered and then looked up at her eyes and
giggled. “Is that-" she began to ask but stopped when Angelina
put her finger to Jackie's lips and gently shushed her.
"I'll
give you a better look at it in room eight," she whispered
seductively.
She
was naked before Jackie had even closed the door behind them. Her
dress came over her head in a flash and she was left wearing only
heels. She turned around and her rapidly thickening cock swung into
view a moment later, causing Jackie to gasp.
“You’ve
been hiding that beautiful thing the whole time?” Jackie teased,
reaching for it.
Angelina
turned away. “Ah, ah!” she teased. She walked over to the bed and
sat, her cock sticking up from her lap, throbbing and twitching.
“Strip,” she demanded, not having any patience this time. She
needed to get this done.
Jackie’s
smile disappeared and was replaced by an expression of lust while she
stared at Angelina’s leaking cock.
They
got down to business immediately. Angelina pulled Jackie on the bed
and rolled her over onto her back, then climbed on top of her,
forcibly parting her legs with her knee. She slid her cock around
Jackie’s entrance, wetting the tip before finding her center. She
slid in the first few inches before hitting resistance, then pulled
back and thrust in again, sliding in a lot more. She noticed how much
easier it was to fit her dick than the last time but remembered why.
She
had definitely lost some girth along with the inches of length, which
was made even more clear when she bottomed out inside Jackie a moment
later. She barely got her huge dick in the last time and this time it
only took a few seconds.
“Mm…”
Jackie cooed. “Fuck me…” she pleaded, squirming around enough
to get some stimulation while Angelina shoved her cock in as far as
she could, pressing with all of her might, flexing every muscle.
Jackie just clung to her, wrapping her arms and legs around her
petite frame and pulling with all of her strength at the same time.
“F-fuck!”
Angelina sputtered.
Angelina
finally began to slowly slide her dick in and out, making Jackie moan
and squirm even more. She tried to start out slow. It felt amazing,
the throbbing sensitive head of her dick sliding over the soft fleshy
walls of Jackie’s pussy. Jackie began to roll her hips, creating a
nice rhythm of Angelina’s cock sliding in and out.
She
probably didn’t even last a minute before she felt another orgasm
coming on. By the time she tried to stop, it was too late. Jackie’s
writhing beneath her was just enough stimulation to send her over the
edge.
“N-no!”
she groaned then bit her lip. There was nothing she could do to stop
herself. She began thrusting rapidly in very short strokes and then
exploded a moment later with a muffled cry.
She
opened her eyes and saw the surprised and then disappointed look on
Jackie’s face.
“Really?”
she said sarcastically. “That’s it? It took me longer to convince
them to give me an early break!”
Angelina
tried to apologize. “I’m sorry Jackie… I-”
“Just
get off me.” She pushed Angelina off of her, got up and grabbed her
clothes. She dressed in front of the door and then quickly exited,
ignoring Angelina’s pleas to stay.
“Fuck!”
Angelina cried, as soon as the door slammed shut. She looked down at
her now limp dick and whimpered, watching it shrink again. In only a
moment she lost a little more length. She was now just over average
sized, maybe seven or eight inches but still decently thick. If she
ended up keeping it at this size it would still be okay. Especially
since her still large dick looked huge on her petite frame.
But
she had missed out on her opportunity to truly dominate a woman with
a huge cock. That was the worst part. It wasn’t even really what
you would call big anymore. Just average or slightly above
average. This whole thing was not going at all like she imagined. She
fought back tears, wondering if she was even capable of winning this
bet anymore. Her pride in being very proficient in bed was being
seriously threatened.
One
after the other that day, she tried to give another one of her lady
friends an orgasm. It was the same each time. Over and over again she
failed. She had the stamina (and the size) of like a
fourteen-year-old boy or something. She was always erect, throbbing,
and ready to go but it never lasted long. She kept losing inch after
inch as she disappointed each of her friends in turn. She had a hard
time holding back tears each time she failed.
She
was doubly disappointed with herself since she was lasting longer and
longer because of the repeated orgasms but she was also getting
smaller and smaller. Her cock had also shrunk to less than three
inches while rock hard. The last of her lady friends she tried to
fuck rejected her. She simply laughed when she saw Angelina’s tiny
dick, stifled further laughter, then apologized for laughing. Then
she quickly turned and left.
She
reentered the bar at around nine o’clock, feeling defeated. She
took her spot at her usual table but she wasn’t even sure why she
was there. She had run out of pre-arranged meetings and she didn’t
know if she had it in her to pick up someone in the club. She barely
even responded to anyone in the club. One of the servers brought her
one of the usuals without her even having to ask and she stared at
the floor sipping on it.
“I
give up…” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
“You
give up?” She heard a familiar deep voice say. She looked up. And
saw Hal sitting at her table, smoking a cigarette. “Well, that’s
no fun.” He said, sounding disappointed.
“I
guess I won’t get to keep that nice big cock,” she said sadly.
“I’m already too small as it is so I may as well just give up and
get my vagina back.”
He
laughed a deep belly laugh. “What do you mean, get your vagina
back?”
“What
do you think I mean?” she asked, confused. “I don’t want a cock
anymore. I give up so I don’t get to keep it. I don’t even want
to keep it at this point.”
He
smiled wide. “No I understand what you mean, that just wasn’t
part of the deal.”
“What?”
she shrieked. You said if I won I would get to keep it and-”
“And
if you lost you wouldn’t keep that nice big cock. You have already
lost, obviously.” He cackled.
“That’s
not fair!” She hissed, trying her best not to raise her voice. “You
said that I had until the end of tonight!”
“You’re
already giving up, so what does it matter?” He taunted. “Yes, I
did say you would have until the end of tonight. To win,” He
laughed. “Or to lose as well.”
“Okay
fine, I lose,” she said, exasperated. “Just make me normal
again!” She commanded.
“I’m
afraid that’s not going to happen. I said if you lose, you don’t
get to keep the nice big dick.” He took a deep drag and blew the
smoke out continuing, “Since you’re losing, you get to keep a
tiny one instead.” He saw the shocked look on her face and added,
“That is,” he chuckled and took another drag. “Unless you would
rather not admit defeat and would rather keep what you currently
have.” He blew smoke out through his smile. “You still have
time.”
“Why
don’t I just stop now before it shrinks any more and just keep what
I have now anyway?” She crossed her arms defiantly.
“Because
then you’ll lose and be stuck with the tiniest little shriveled
dick that I can imagine for the rest of your life. One that makes the
one you currently have look huge.” He laughed, holding his hand up
with his finger and thumb close together in the universal signal for
small. “Probably even smaller than him.” He laughed and pointed
at Rooker at the door. When she looked back, he was gone again.
She
was severely rattled at this point. She decided she was out of
options here but she knew where she should go. It was a pretty short
walk to the local lesbian bar.
When
she got there she went to the bar for a drink. When she got to the
bar she just started flirting with any woman that came by, and
despite being as pretty as she was, her desperation was showing,
which hurt her chances with each girl. She didn’t even have her
large dick to show off through her dress to try and impress one of
them. It was rock hard but now she was hiding it behind her handbag,
which was pretty easy at that point. Even her shame wasn’t enough
to stop her constantly being horny.
After
failing repeatedly, she lost it and started crying. She quickly
rushed to the lady’s room to minimize the scene she would make. She
ran to a stall and sat down, closing the door and locking it before
sobbing into her hands.
“What’s
wrong?” she heard a sweet voice say from the other side of the
door.
“Oh,
it’s just-” she thought quickly and had an idea. “My girlfriend
dumped me. She found out that…” she took a deep breath. “I have
a dick.” She never pictured herself saying something like that
ever, much less doing it to get pity sex.
“She
left you because you are trans?” The sweet voice asked, clearly
shocked.
She
sobbed, “It’s so hard, you know?” She stepped out of the stall
and saw a voluptuous brunette lady in her late thirties.
She
was a little on the chubby side but she was thick with big round
D-cups with wide hips and ass. She smiled, showing cute dimples. “I’m
Bonnie.” She reached out and stroked Angelina’s cheek. “And I
think you’re beautiful. It’s definitely her loss.”
“Thank
you.” She sniffed and then smiled back. “I’m Angelina.” They
stared into the other’s eyes for a moment.
“Can
I, uh…” Angelina stammered and looked away.
“I
would love a drink, thanks.”
After
having a few drinks together and each sharing some aspects of their
lives for a while, Angelina was sure that Bonnie was flirting with
her and would be receptive. So she made her move and kissed her new
friend right on the lips. Luckily, she reciprocated, shoving her
tongue into Angelina’s mouth.
They
found themselves at Bonnie’s apartment making out on the bed.
Bonnie reached for Angelina’s crotch without breaking the kiss, but
Angelina stopped her.
“I
uh…” she swallowed. “It’s not as impressive as-”
Bonnie
ignored her and reached under Angelina’s dress. And felt her
crotch. Her hand encircled the shaft of the turgid little dick making
Angelina gasp.
“More
than enough to work with here,” she whispered, giggling. “I’m
used to a lot less anyway.” She leaned in and kissed Angelina again
before slipping out of her pants and climbing back on top of her.
Confused,
Angelina asked, “What are you-”
“Shh…”
Bonnie kissed her again, ending any further questioning. She entwined
their legs so when she scooted up so their crotches would be mashing
up against each other.
Angelina
realized what she was doing just as it started. “Oh… fuck…”
she sighed. The feeling of Bonnie’s wet pussy grinding against the
head of her dick was amazing beyond description. She had only done
this once or twice as a woman and it felt almost as good as it had
then, and this time she was way hornier too.
Bonnie’s
swollen clit rubbed across the sensitive head of Angelina’s dick
making both of them squirm and moan. Bonnie seemed to know exactly
how to do it, how hard to press and the exact angle so Angelina just
let her take control. The grinding picked up speed until they were at
a frantic pace. Angelina could hardly think or move, she was so
stimulated.
“I’m
gonna-” Bonnie said and then cried out. “I’m gonna-!” and she
shrieked. Her whole body began to shake.
“Ooo…
yeah, baby. Cum for me…” Angelina moaned before going over the
edge herself. Bonnie’s smooth wetness slid back and forth on her
cock as she felt her own orgasm hit. They continued to rub against
each other a few more moments before collapsing in a heap on top of
one another.
Angelina
realized she was about to fall asleep when she remembered the bet.
She pulled herself free of Bonnie, who was already snoring and stood
up. She looked down at herself, smiling because she had won the bet.
Her smile turned to a frown when she saw that her dick was way
smaller than it had been when they started.
“Fuck,
no way-!” She ran to the bathroom and looked at herself in the
mirror. Even though she was soft it was easy enough to tell that she
now had a micropenis, seemingly what Hal had described.
“It’s
not fair!” she whined. “I won the bet.”
“Did
you?” Hal’s voice asked, but she spun around and saw no one.
“I
made her cum!” Angelina hissed, spinning around to try and find the
source of the voice but came up with nothing. “I did it, even with
the little dick!”
“But
she did all of the work. Did you really make her cum?”
“You
can’t be serious!” Angelina protested. “What kind of bullshit
is that? I was sweating and grinding too!”
“Oh,
alright.” The disembodied voice relented.
A
moment later she felt something strange. She looked down and saw her
penis grew, but only back to the size she was before she and Bonnie
had started.
“Hey!”
she protested again, gaining some confidence. “You said I would get
to keep my big dick, didn’t you?”
“I
said you could keep “it”, which could be a lot of things.” The
deep voice teased. “I was deliberately vague.”
“Again,
that is such bullshit! We both were referring to my dick right then!
As it was then! Besides, how can you say I could keep it if it has
been altered?”
“Alright,
alright.” Hal gave in.
Her
cock grew again, this time it was back to its original size. She
swung her hips and watched her long dick waggle back and forth.
“Good,
pleasure doing business with you,” she said smugly.
There
was silence but a few moments later the voice returned. “There is
one more thing, though,” it said.
“What?”
she asked, annoyed.
“Look
at what time it is.”
She
glanced over at the clock and saw it was about one thirty.
“No!
No!” she cried, grabbing her dick with both hands as it began to
shrink again. “You said I had until the end of tonight! It’s
still night!”
Cruel
laughter seemed to come from all around her. “No, my exact words
were ‘you have until the end of tomorrow.’ And since it is past
midnight…” The voice began cackling again. “I already knew that
you lost and it was too late. It was just fun to get your hopes up.”
She
fell to the floor whimpering. “No…” she sobbed, watching her
dick shrink back to its tiniest size. It was about as small as it
possibly could be and still be called a penis.
End
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Another good story. Quite different. I like a lot of the aspects. I appreciate it is a commission, so probably limited by outline/remit. Spoilers follow. I am not a huge fan on the micropenis stuff but I do enjoy a bit of shrinkage humiliation. Especially sexy when it is a woman. I knew she'd be stuck with a penis of some description but was kept guessing right up until the end.
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