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Chapter 5 (Part One)
🕑 Added 2018-04-30 22:50:48 +0000 UTC
CHAPTER FIVE – Out on the Town
Clark tripped, screaming, as he stumbled back from Neena, who now had her dress pulled up to her hips. What Clark had failed to notice before was now completely impossible to miss – Neena’s ten inch penis had been straining against her leggings before, pulling away from her leg at the knee. But now, after the most eventful blow job of both of their lives, Neena revealed to a prostrate and terrified Clark the largest penis anyone had ever seen. It throbbed, massive veins pulsing with each beat of Neena’s heart, as it strained to rip through her leggings, still aimed toward the ground in confinement as it struggled to point upward. Neena was lightheaded and her vision glazed over slightly as she grew faint from the lack of blood circulating to the rest of her system.
“What the fuck is THAT!?” Clark pointed from his position on the floor, pushing himself further away from Neena along the linoleum aisle.
“What does it look like, Clark? It’s my big…fat…cock. Does it look small and helpless, too?” Neena grabbed it by the base of the shaft and shook it towards Clark as menacingly as she could manage. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, clearly in disbelief.
“What…are you?” he struggled to piece together a sentence as Neena slowly began pulling down her leggings to free her newly improved appendage. It went from looking disproportionately large on her tiny frame at ten inches to now being an absolutely monstrous sight. Neena hadn’t done the math yet, but it was straining at nearly 18 inches and she didn’t fully appreciate yet just what a freak of nature she looked like.
“I’m just a girl who wants to have a little fun, Clark. So let’s play,” she pulled her leggings down further, and Clark lay, aghast, as the full scope of her freakish meat was revealed to him. “Ready to put this in your mouth, I hope?” Neena grinned as she shook her penis at Clark with both hands. It strained to point upward under its own weight, and she was surprised by how much heavier it seemed.
“What? Fuck. No, what is this?” Clark put up his hands in protest.
“Aw, Clark. You’re not being a very good sport about this. It’s only fair. You got to cum! Twice even! What about me?” Neena pouted, taunting Clark as she swung her cock from side to side, sliding closer to his feet. Never in her life had she felt this way before. Being able to speak her mind, push back against the powerlessness she’d felt her whole life – it was liberating, and now she’d awakened, she knew she could never go back to living the way she had before, in everyone else’s shadow and out of step with herself. Seeing the look on her face clearly terrified Clark.
“Fair? What about you? What the fuck did you do to my DICK!?” Clark gestured toward his crotch, his words a mixture of screams and sobs.
“I’m planning on putting it to much better use, I promise. From the way you performed under pressure, it doesn’t look like you were making very good use of the inches you had. But you know what? Sometimes it’s better to give than to receive, so I’m going to give you the chance to win back the inches you lost and maybe even more, if you’re able to improve in your next performance...” Neena trailed off, idly stroking her eighteen inches as Clark puzzled through her proposition.
“What do you mean maybe more?” Clark gulped, his panic subsiding momentarily, as he considered Neena’s words and thought about the prospect of having an even bigger cock. He pulled himself up from the floor, still seated on the tiles. “What do I have to do?”
“Like I said before – it’s your turn to start sucking…” Clark began to protest, but Neena continued, silencing him with a stare as she aimed her huge cockhead towards his mouth. “If you don’t suck, you get nothing, so complain all you want, but until you put this in your mouth, you’ll just be whining and dickless.”
After a moment, eyes cast toward the floor in contemplation and shame, Clark pivoted around and got on his knees. “So how do I get more than I had before?”
Neena laughed, “Well, it may be easier said than done, but it’s very straightforward. You put in your mouth this new monster I’ve grown, and for every inch you fit down your throat, I’ll give you an inch back. Here, catch,” Neena explained, tossing the measuring tape to Clark. “Okay, let’s get to work. Your mouth is mine to play with now.”
Clark reluctantly reached toward Neena’s swaying, pulsating penis, he was still a yard away from her, but reaching out, he was able to grasp the shaft. Neena gasped – it was the first time she’d felt the sensation of another person handling her new appendage, and it was unlike anything she’d felt before. “Okay, Clark. Time to get up close and personal,” Neena said, stepping forward a pace, batting Clark in the face with the sticky, dripping head of her cock. It hadn’t gained much in the way of girth, but combined with the extra length, it now looked more like it would’ve belonged better on a horse.
Clark reached out with the measuring tape, pressing the tab between her hips on top of her shaft. He pulled his other arm close to his body, and his jaw dropped as he stuttered out his reading, “It’s eight...eighteen i…inches long.” Neena beamed, and Clark looked absolutely broken. “I don’t know how I’m going to fit that in my mouth.”
“Well, Clark. It’s time to truly prove your measure as a man. You’ll get what you deserve. Open up!” and with that, Neena reached out, her arms nearly fully extended as she grabbed Clark roughly by the hair and jammed the head of her cock past his lips. She winced as his teeth roughly scraped her glans, and after only a second, Clark gagged and pulled back. Neena grabbed the measuring tape from him and checked how far his saliva had reached along her cock. “Hmm… only two and a half inches, Clark. I don’t think you’ll be impressing much of anyone with that between your legs.”
“Wait! Let me try again! I wasn’t ready yet,” Clark pleaded, gripping Neena’s cock desperately with both hands. Neena stroked her chin, leaving him waiting anxiously for her decision. It felt amazing to take total control, especially over someone so much bigger…well, taller, at least, she thought with a smile.
“Okay, Clark. Best out of three tries. But, before I give you anything back, you have to make me cum, and you have to swallow everything,” Neena ran her finger across Clark’s lips, and he turned pale at the suggestion. Neena had never felt this sort of glee or abandon, and she’d definitely never enjoyed sex like this at all. “Ready for your second try?”
Clark nodded, and slowly approached Neena’s bobbing, throbbing tube of meat with trepidation. He licked his teeth briefly before touching his tongue to the dripping slit upon the head, tasting Neena’s precum. Neena shuddered, and Clark, emboldened by this first contact, spread his lips and began lightly kissing the tip of Neena’s huge member. Neena sighed in delight as she wrapped both fingers around the base and squeezed hard, pulling more blood toward the tip, attempting to thicken the shaft as Clark began to relax his jaw and begin sliding more into his mouth.
“Ahhhhh, not bad this time, but I don’t think that’s eight inches yet,” Neena goaded Clark to take more, and he bobbed his head back and forth, trying to work past her cockhead and fit more of her shaft in his mouth. Neena repeated her squeeze and stroke, jelquing further and forcing more blood into the thickening shaft. Clark paused, tried to push further, and pulled his head back off Neena’s cock.
“It’s too thick. I couldn’t get more in,” Clark complained. Neena shushed him and pulled the tape measure out to review his second attempt.
“Better – looks like you got about four and a half that time. Think you can double down this next time and win back what you gave to me?”
“Hey, I didn’t give it to you – you took i...” Neena slammed Clark across the face with her massive dong, clubbing him twice more for the fun of it. He swatted it away, yelling.
“Is someone complaining about the rules of the game? You already got to cum twice. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted – all your inches. So you’ve got one more chance to make it up, and this time, you keep your mouth wrapped around this fat piece of meat until you feel my load in the back of your throat. Do you understand?” Neena tugged Clark’s hair to emphasize the point.
Clark nodded and started in again, this time looking determined to conquer the monster Neena had revealed between her legs. This time, Neena let herself revel in the sensation. Denny had never brought her to orgasm, and before yesterday’s acquisition of her new body part, she’d barely touched herself over the years. Now, she was experiencing for the first time a whole world of physical pleasure she’d never explored before, and she was doing it all for the first time with the world’s biggest cock.
Clark had been edging deeper and deeper over the past few minutes before the reality of Neena’s position as the owner of the world’s largest penis dawned on her. Her eyes snapped open, her balls tightened, and she let out a gasp. Clark’s muffled yell was lost on Neena as jet after jet of thick semen shot down his throat. She grabbed his hair and tried to hold his mouth over her cockhead, but he was too strong and pulled away, recoiling in disgust.
Coughing and spitting up cum, Clark fell to his hands and knees. Neena’s cock flopped handily between her legs as it began to soften, and she ran her hands down the shaft, milking one last large drop of cum from the tip. She pointed the head towards her mouth and easily licked the last drop from the tip. “Well, you didn’t quite finish it all, Clark. But hey, not bad for a first time, right? Why don’t we see what you get to take home with you?”
Clark looked on in panic as Neena pulled the tape measure down to the line where Clark’s spit ran dry. “Well, Clark, you did better this time. It looks like you got a solid six inches down your throat this time. So congratulations, you get to go home no worse off than the average jerk on the street.” Clark began stammering and blubbering as Neena reached for his crotch and began rubbing and tugging where his tiny nub remained. After a few moments, she felt the weight of her shaft lessen slightly, and Clark was groaning in renewed, if diminished, pleasure.
Neena tossed the tape measure back to Clark. “Go ahead, ‘big boy.’ Check for yourself to make sure it’s all there. Clark, seething, unzipped his pants again, shaking his cock to full mast, and pressed the tape measure against his pubic bone.
“Just...six inches,” he announced, crestfallen.
“Okay, mission accomplished, Clark. Now one last time, let’s check on mine. I know it’s soft, but I’m still curious to hear you tell me in your own words how much bigger I am than you are,” Neena gloated as Clark stared at her in abject hatred. He jabbed the tape measure against her pubic bone, and Neena jumped, “Hey, watch it! If you’re not going to behave yourself, I’m happy to take away your balls next!” Clark looked horrified and apologized, pulling the tape measure carefully down along the length of Neena’s dangling tube of veiny meat.
“Nine inches, soft,” Clark announced. Neena chuckled, and gave it a shake. She leaned forward and smacked Clark in the face again. He snarled, but Neena jabbed him with her index finger, “Hey, play nice, Clark. What did I say before?”
Clark had reached his breaking point. He grabbed Neena’s nine inches as hard as he could, and she started to scream. Her cry of pain was cut short as Clark’s other hand gripped her by the throat, shaking, attempting to throttle the life out of her. He pulled as hard as he could on her penis, which still retained two of his precious inches, but as Neena reached out to steady herself against the shelf, Clark slipped forward and Neena’s legs flew out from under her, falling straight back, poised to crack her head on the linoleum tiles.
Neena jolted awake with a scream, muscles seizing hard against her mattress. Grasping at her throat, she tried to slow her breathing, and get her bearings Reaching out, she grabbed hold of her sheets, rolling toward the clock. She sighed, realizing it was only 5:34pm. “That was not a very relaxing nap,” Neena said to herself, grasping at her penis, which was now aching from the phantom pains of her very vivid dream.
Unfortunately, Neena suddenly realized, she’d climaxed in her sleep again, and she was again due for another change of sheets. I might have to switch to vinyl bedding if this is going to be a nightly thing, Neena sighed, exasperated, as she hopped up for another shower. As she stood under the water, she turned back toward the mirror and looked out at herself. It really IS bigger, she smiled, overjoyed by the new proportions she now possessed. Now that she’d awoken from her dream, part of her ached to have her full eighteen inches back, but toying with Clark was too much fun for her to pass up the opportunity. Besides, she admitted to herself, if I want to be even bigger, there’s always another night for the taking…
But the night was still young, she figured, and she hadn’t taken her new appendage for a real test drive outside the bounds of her subconscious. Neena finished her latest round in the shower as uneventfully as possible, despite her urges to stroke her newly enhanced penis up to its full foot-long dimensions. She opened up her laptop as she finished drying herself off, keen on finding a destination in her new neighbourhood where she could go out for a drink and possibly find someone interesting…who might be interested in her.
Up through today, she’d never felt inclined to be the bar hopping sort, but as of last night, every old habit she’d formed seemed ready for re-examination. She’d changed overnight, and now she needed to change up her routine to keep up with the new identity she was confronted with. It was exhilarating and liberating, but even if she was now willing to step outside the small comfort zone she’d established for herself, she still needed to figure out where to start. Now, she was online, searching for a good place to whet her various appetites.
After about fifteen minutes scrolling through friends’ profiles and some local restaurant & bar reviews, she’d landed on a couple contenders both within walking distance. There was a tapas restaurant a bunch of her friends had said was really good, and they had a happy hour running ‘til 7pm. She decided, however, to put it on the back-burner for another night, because she really wasn’t in the mood to run into people she already knew. This was about new beginnings.
So the venue of choice where she found herself twenty minutes later – the Cassowary. Featuring an extended happy hour, a Vietnamese fusion menu, and bi-weekly drag shows, she saw it was rated as one of the top gay bars in the city. Normally, Neena was far too shy to go in for the glam and debauchery she knew the rowdier gay clubs were known for, but she didn’t feel normal anymore. Before leaving the house, she made sure she dressed the part, and her outfit met her mood. She’d wanted to avoid having any eyes on her as she made her way toward the bar, still somewhat hesitantly approaching the entrance. Even though she’d attempted to go incognito and disguise her true gender for the evening, she was still worried someone might recognize her. She was never one for drawing attention to herself before, and before she left her apartment, she’d gone over her outfit to ensure her ensemble was complete.
So now, as she slinked toward the entrance of the club, she thought she might have misjudged the atmosphere of the Cassowary a bit. She wasn’t glammed up at all, with her hair pinned and tucked under a beanie. She was wearing a purple hoodie over a tight black turtleneck, and she’s skipped the bra to avoid drawing any attention to the diminutive breasts she possessed. Though it was growing dark, Neena had worn the largest sunglasses she had, which fortunately, weren’t the most heavily tinted, so she could still make her way down the street without tripping over anything.
She’d deliberated most heavily, however, over her choice of pants. She’d spent the last day trying to conceal her new assets as carefully as possible, but now, she was trying to figure out how to put her giant penis on display as discreetly and appropriately as possible. None of her underwear were able to contain her bulging package, so she figured tonight was a good night to try going without. The problem with her pants, however, was they were all cut for girl legs without any extra space required for additional parts.
So as she approached the entrance to the club and headed into the bar, she was painfully aware of each guy she passed gazing below her belt. The hoodie covered her hips, but the outline of her fat cock snaking its way down her leg was impossible to miss, even in the black jeans she’d eventually decided upon. It didn’t help that the pants were much more constrictive than she’d previously been accustomed to, and she was definitely walking a bit unevenly. She’d always felt unobtrusive and easily able to keep herself from attracting too much unwanted attention, despite the occasional pushy guy (like Clark) looming over her. Now, all bets were off. She was finally, in at least one major way, too big to be ignored.
Now, following a few flirtatious shouts from the smoking crowd congregating outside the bar, she tried to discreetly make her way to the bar and pick out a drink.
“Hey there, stranger. First time here?” one of the bartenders shot Neena a nod and a wink. He was tall, conventionally handsome, but unconventionally dressed. At least four colors of glitter were streaked around his eyes and cheekbones, and he wore a cassowary talon necklace, iridescent feather-print t-shirt, and, as far as Neena could tell, some sort of neon blue rubber pants. His cock looks great in those…Neena thought to herself as she took a quick look at his sizeable buldge before turning her attention to the happy hour menu placard behind the bar.
“Yep, sure is. I heard the menu is really good. Can I get a drink? Whatever your favorite happy hour special is – I’m not particularly picky. I think I’ll get a banh mi sandwich, though.” Neena pointed to the specials listed.
“You got it. One banh mi and a Moscow Mule, coming right up. So what’s your name? I’ve gotta put something on your tab for the kitchen,” the bartender asked.
Neena hadn’t thought up a pseudonym, and it showed, “Nee...man. Um, Marcus Neiman,” Neena shook her head at her own stupid answer and worried she hadn’t deepened the timbre of her voice enough to convincingly pass as a man. The bartender burst out laughing.
“Seriously? Marcus Neiman?” he chuckled as he entered the order. “Are you hiding out or something?” Neena was glad he didn’t give her a harder time despite how dumb her response had been.
“Nope, um… let’s say I’m undercover. Deep, deep undercover. Don’t tell anyone,” Neena held a finger to her lips and winked, trying to salvage her thoughtless answer by showing she at least had a sense of humor.
“You and the rest of this bar. I’m Hutch, by the way,” he gave a wave and headed to take an order at the other end of the bar. Neena turned out to look at the rest of the club while she awaited her drink. Clearly, the cassowary motif was not just a name – the colors were bright, vibrant, and the whole place could best be compared to a field guide on tropical birds. There were groups of guys chatting at booths over bowls of pho and stacks of bottles. The drag show wasn’t on tonight but there were at least a dozen young men already on the dance floor in front of the DJ booth, working it like they wanted every eye in the bar on them.
Not everyone was paying attention to the dance floor, however. Neena noticed one guy – young, probably no more than a couple years older than she was, sitting amidst a few other guys about four tables away. Everyone else was chatting idly, but he sat, stirring a cocktail with his straw, looking Neena up and down. He was dressed in a white linen blazer, a neon green shirt, grey slacks, and black loafers – Neena immediately thought he looked like a Miami Vice extra, from his stubble to his earring. He did, however, have very piercing blue eyes, and they were clearly fixed on her. His intensity made her blush.
Hutch returned, pulling Neena’s attention away from Miami Vice and back to the bar, “Alright, one Moscow Mule. You sticking around for a bit? Plan on running a tab, or you want to pay as you go?”
“Oh, I can pay up now. I don’t think I’ll have more than a couple,” Neena said, laying a twenty on the bar.
“Lightweight, huh? Enjoy the drink, and don’t go running off too soon. You’re a new face around here, and I’m not sure you’ll have to worry about paying for your next round,” Hutch gestured behind Neena. Miami Vice was standing right behind her stool.
“Care for a drink?” he asked, gently putting a hand on Neena’s back and gesturing toward the bar. Neena tingled at the touch
“Oh, I just got this one, but thanks,” Neena said. “I saw you across the bar. You sure got over here quickly,” Neena noted, surprised by how fast he’d come onto her.
“I didn’t want someone else to catch you first. I’ve never seen you here before. Is this your first time?” he asked, his hand now resting on the backrest of her barstool.
“Yeah, I’d heard good things. You can call me Marcus,” Neena raised her arm for a handshake in the most masculine manner she could muster.
“Carlo. So are you new to the area?” he took her hand and edged into the stool next to her. “Wow, you’ve got very supple hands.” Neena blushed at this, worrying how easily her cover might be blown
“Um, thanks. Yeah, I just moved to the neighborhood this past weekend. It was time to go out and see what’s worth seeing around here.”
“Well, I’m very glad I saw you. What sort of work do you do?” he rested his arm on the bar, rotating on his stool, leaning in to face Neena.
“Oh, office work. Clerical stuff. Nothing interesting, really,” Neena was feeling her old reticence emerge, despite her best efforts to avoid being shy.
“Well, if the job isn’t exciting, at least you get to be interesting in other ways. What would you say is the most interesting thing about you?” Carlo tapped the bar in front of Neena, smiling widely at her.
Wellllllll, I’m a five foot girl with a foot long cock, she thought, grinning to herself.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
